Here’s the deal; we hurt to heal.
The sick spend up a gale — when snake oil is on sale.
Avoid extremes; too much water can kill you.
God built a zest into everyday of rest.
We measure old by pills — and bills.
The cure that ruins one life saves another.
The plants are medicines: we weren’t left to fight alone.
Medical billing is a like gambling; someone throws a random number on the table and another scrapes up the cash.
If the father at the birth is not feeling well, give him an epidural at the base of his skull.
A conversation with the surgeon should never be one-sided; we find that out when the wrong leg is beside us.
“You can bend over the table now” ever ensures open spaces in the clinic’s parking lot.