As I was finishing up with my new pulmonologist on Thursday, I watched him open his closet that was filled with samples of medicine. There were shelves from head to foot and were the gifts the pharmaceutical company representatives must have given him to distribute to his patients. He was looking for an inhaler and exclaimed that he would probably have to give me a prescription, as he seemed to be out of that particular brand. No worries however as he scanned the shelves he found another from another equally prestigious company and said here Jack, this should do the trick. What came to mind immediately was that he indeed was the Wizard of Oz. Just like the cowardly lion who was decorated for courage with a medal, the Tin Man who was administered his clockwork heart and the Scarecrow a diploma for his brain; Jack was given his inhaler to restore his breathing to some sort of order from his bout with asthmatic bronchitis. Since Dorothy wasn’t in the room I didn’t have to feel badly that someone wasn’t going back to Kansas.
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I am feeling better Mr. Wizard!
