I spent three hours in a waiting room today, after which I saw a doctor for two minutes who simply agreed with my self-diagnosis and wrote me the prescriptions I thought she would. I'm telling you, there's something to be said for these telephone doctors that have the American Medical Association all up in arms.
Not much to blog about lately besides the usual world going to hell in a handbasket. Well, there is the new drink yourself thin diet plan. The key on that one is moderation, but perhaps drinking till you yack would be more effective, and quicker.