Unless a doctor tells me.

I hate doctors. Because they remind me. That I am vulnerable.  I'd hate to be a doctor. Because then I'd be an expert in illness. And with the first symptom, I'd become alarmed. And anxious. Doctors devise all sorts of tests. To obtain hints. Clues. Of something that might be wrong. Fact is. Nobody is in perfect health. Something is always awry. But the body often fixes itself. And one may never know. That something was wrong. Once upon a time. Unless a doctor tells me. --Jim Broede