Armchair, M.D.

Confession: I do not have a medical degree. What I do have under my belt are years of medical drama on television. Let's call that the "Armchair M.D."
The A M.D. degree has given me the false impression that when I walk into the hospital I will have a specialized team of diagnosticians focused on only ME. And they will run every test in the book immediately just because they can. There is no question as to whether or not this is in-network, out-of-network, meeting my deductible, and who exactly is footing the bill for all this jazz. Most importantly, the treatment works right away and very conveniently into a 1-hour time slot. It's wonderful.
So, it's been a struggle to understand why it takes my medicine so long to work. It's hard for people that want me to get better quickly because it appears that I am taking a very passive approach, when really this is just the way it works. And since I don't have that genuine medical degree, all I can say is that it takes a while for the chemicals to build up and really do something. I like to think of it like a flash mob. Like this:



I simply must point out the man just left of center in the blue dress shirt and tie. In my mind I've named him "Middle Management Steve." Every time I see this clip I end up looking at him. Maybe it's because his timing is just a touch off and I think, "I'm with you M.M.S., I'd be behind everyone, too." But really, I think it's his enthusiasm that's so darn endearing. Go get 'em, Stevo.