There I was, minding my own business, when my primary care physician up and retires.  Last Summer.  Ugh.  How dare he?  Especially without consulting me first.  Makes me sick.

So I called for a new doctor, who required me to fill out forms, because that’s just what they do.  Going through the questions, I ran across the prescriptions section.  Well, there is that cream I apply. (and all the people say, “Dave, stop it right there!  Too much information!” to which I respond, “Grow up and knock it off.  Hang in there and I promise to behave” to which all of the people respond, “Okay, but you are on a short leash, Paulsen…)

So any who, the cream part of the form.

Question – Name of Medicine.  I got this.  Jot down the name.  Easy.  Next.

Question – Quantity.  Hum, never considered that.  A dab? Perhaps.  A dollop? Probably, too much.  A slather? Disgusting.  Alright, a dab it is.

Dave Paulsen – apparently a pain in the butt patient.

Dave Paulsen – just might be what is wrong with healthcare.