Flying back from New York, the flight attendant said ‘God, I wished you were here yesterday, we had a stroke on the plane. I said, if I have a stroke on a plane, I hope the pretend doctor isn’t the one on the plane. I want a real doctor.
The physician’s highest calling, his only calling, is to make sick people healthy – to heal, as it is termed.
Three-quarters of the sicknesses of intelligent people come from their intelligence. They need at least a doctor who can understand this sickness.
Illness is the doctor to whom we pay most heed to kindness, to knowledge, we make promise only pain we obey.
You may not be able to read a doctor’s handwriting and prescription, but you’ll notice his bills are neatly typewritten.