Valentine's Day, Come and Gone

Valentine's Day and a very sour stomach. They don't go well together. But The Great Plotnik remembered that when ill, always call another hypochondriac. Lovely Fefnik, thankfully still part of our family, is someone you can always count on to have already had every disease you're worried about. She called Plottie back and her kindness and knowledge made him feel much better.

Ever tried to call your doctor at Kaiser? What in the world happened to Dr. Sawbones, the grand old man you went to and took your kids to and he knew their names (and yours too) and had an answer for everything? We didn't know Dr. Sawbones was a Cadillac. Kaiser is like riding a Greyhound to Honduras.

Piece of advice: Don't EVER take psyllium (metamucil) unless you've got a Russian novel in the cabinet.

Plotnik would love a steak. He's going to eat chicken broth, maybe, if he's lucky. He'd even go for beet kvass.