Just moments after I awoke this past Monday morning from a fitful night of sleep, I received an unexpected call.
Doc: I heard of this new drug, Dangitol, that treats anxiety. Will you prescribe it? (OK, I stretched that a bit.)
It’s amazing what good people can do when they feel they’re backed into a corner.
You might remember reading in an earlier column that two years ago, I moved back home to Tennessee after 13 years in Madison, Wis.
Q: Do the physicians you know still enjoy being in medicine with all of the changes that are occurring?
For over 200 years now men across the western world have dreaded Feb. 14.
In order to get some understanding of my son, one must sneak up to the wall that is autism and peek through the windows. I have had that privilege thousands and thousands of times.
I remember Oct. 1, 1994, like it was yesterday.
This coming Sunday is Super Bowl Sunday. Now I know that this won’t interest everyone, but it is a once a year ritual that we go through in this country, as we watch the two best NFL teams. Football is not just a man’s game, many women really enjoy, and get into these winter spectaculars.
The life of a journalist is never dull. There's rarely a day that goes by that doesn't hold at least one "Did that really just happen?" moment.
Today represents a monumental milestone in my relatively new career as a columnist. You see, this particular installment serves as my very first permanently established, bi-weekly, ”I actually have a deadline now” column.
Doc: Does anyone ever ask for one of those advertised drugs after hearing all of the possible side effects the drugs can cause?
Last week I received a reader complaint that my column wasn’t political enough.
Friday night’s trip to SCHS was an interesting experience for me.
Q: Doc, my New Year’s resolution is to lose 30 pounds this year. You have any advice on how to do that? A: Yes. Start with losing one pound. Then lose another.
With most estimates giving New Year’s resolutions about a 10 percent success rate, I figured I should go big. The more changes I try to make this year, according to the stat-heads and people that study such things, the more likely I am to actually complete one.
With New Year’s Eve just two days away, my thoughts have been drifting to past New Year’s Eve celebrations and where I was each year when the clock struck midnight and New York’s big ball fell.
Q: Doc, do you see people who don’t enjoy Christmas?
With Christmas just days away, I felt compelled to write this sentence to any readers under 20 years old: Be patient with those family Christmas traditions; they won’t last forever.
It’s one week until Christmas. My column is also one week early the way it falls on Wednesday. I’ll give you my take on this special holiday and you’ll have one week to think about it.
I’ve discovered something interesting this year while walking down department store toy aisles looking for the perfect gift for my son, Rogan.
Many parents will consider purchasing a piano (or guitar, a few brave ones consider a drum set) at Christmas for their child with visions of Carnegie Hall and beautiful concerts. Some do this from a secret desire to sneak in a few stealthy attempts at the piano themselves while others genuinely are hoping to introduce the love of music to their child.
This past Tuesday afternoon, I had to take some time off from work to travel to the burial of a relative who died the day after Thanksgiving.
Taking a break from work Friday to recover from Thursday’s Thanksgiving feast, my family and I decided to brave the wilds of Dollywood to take in a few Christmas shows and build on the growing anticipation my 4-year-old has for Dec. 25.
Thanksgiving can be a very difficult time for many people who have had great losses in their lives. Financial loss, marital and relationship failures, and the stress “to be happy” seems to be compounded by holidays. Parents who have lost their child to death, or those who have an unfulfilled desire for children, seem to struggle the most during the holidays.