To your health.

    The doctor writes me a letter. Hmmm? He's a relatively young man  from my perspective. He's not quite fifty. The short of it is, find a new doctor ,I quit. Imediately a quiver sets in my liver and I make an appointment during his last week. I shudder at the thought of going back to my previous witchdoctor and I'm curious. . He tells me he can no longer afford staying in business. Ain't no money in doctorin'. Who knew? I offer him a position in my carpentry firm.
    From a lifestyle perspective, we all need good medicine. I see a professional whenever there's something stuck in my eye or have a cough that lasts more than three or four months. Insist that your health care provider uses only genuine turtle shell rattles and the powdered cat bone powder she blows into your face is from only a black cat that died at midnight. No generics for me thanks.