" … Obviously, I switched doctors."

It took me a while, Ed, before I realized I had permission to switch doctors. My German Grosmutter had set the tone for our extended family. To her, it was "Yes, Doktor," "Oh, yes, Doktor," "Whatever you say, Doktor." My grandfather, my mother, my dozen uncles. aunts, great-uncles and great-aunts: they all thought of their doctors as king and would never have switched doctors. I can't say for a fact that if they'd switched doctors they'd have lived longer, healthier lives; I do know that a discouragig number of the members of my extended family died young and in pain. I'm grateful that I relate differently to my doctors. With few exceptions, I trear my doctors with respect, but I regard our relationship as teamwork; my best doctors are like coaches: they've the smarts to call good plays but from the sideline. whereas I'm in the game, and like veteran quarterback, I'm seeing the action up close; I'd like to always have the final say, whether the next play will be a downfield toss or a hurry-up running play.

Merry Monday to everyone!
Ray (@ray666)