Sometimes called Croakers, Quacks, Sawbones, Witch Doctors and worse , the medical profession comes under a certain amount of fire. It is called one of the caring professions, which along with Plumbing, Car Sales and Songwriting are sometimes viewed as necessary evils, but try living without them. Try calling the cops for example, when you have a water heater go bad, a pain in your kidney or need a love song to make everything ok.
We have looked at the health care system. (See smoothstar archive post from Wed Jan.5th.) Today let's really put a face to it. When the Doctor sits close to you to tell you something, you are as good as dead. If he actually touches your arm in a comforting way, forget it. What you want him or her to do is look over their glasses, shake their heads in scorn and tell you to stop wasting their time. "No, I'm am not your drug dealer, and these symptoms are some aberration or stupid ploy." Thank god, we say!
If you are feeling unwell today, buy a new car. You'll either never live to pay for it or who cares if your credit is shot, none of us live forever.
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