This is a dentist story. My young new dentist tried to distract me while she was drilling out a filling gone bad. She knew from my insurance that I worked where her father was a boss and asked if I had worked for him. “Yes” Next Question “Did you like him?” I lied. “Yes” “Funny. You are my only patient who said they liked him. “

Well, I had a new doc. I only saw once. I have idiopathic emphysema. He asked me is it was ever going to get better. I said, nope the nature of emphysema is that it’s progressive. It was sort of funny—in a weird way. I never saw him again.

Another doc said I didn’t have emphysema, despite all the evidence to the contrary, I just have “bad asthma.” I never saw him again either.