I’m An Old Coot!
This blog was inspired by a NY Times article, Bidding Farewell to Ghosts of Pain
Yes, I am or at least when it comes to taking medicine. When I grew up we 
didn’t go to the doctor unless you were bleeding from the eye. Do you remember from My Big Fat Greek Wedding when the father thought Windex cured everything. In my house a band-aid and a kiss did that. I’m serious.. I have to have a MAJOR issue to go to the doctor. I’m still that person, there has to be something really wrong for me to go. (more…)
