That was enough to send the students into a jeering frenzy: “Humbug! Humbug!” an event which would eventually lead Wells to a colorful doom involving acid, prostitutes, and a shaving kit. But I’m getting ahead of myself.

It was as if we’d sewed up an operative patient with a few sponges and the scalpel still inside. 

It was a damned embarrassment.

Most days, I wake up wanting to write an essay.

For today’s post, I was going to write a longwinded, yet witty meditation on the zillions of stories all around us, and how sometimes we can only see the dark ones, and the law of attraction, and yada yada.

Then I decided to draw a cartoon.

I want to discuss a single sentence in Dr. Walker’s book, the sentence that launched a thousand panicked phone calls. The sentence is this one:

“…it is equally possible that sleeping pills do cause death and cancer.”

This thought blew the top of my head off, flipping it into a triple-summersault, landing thickly back in place at a slightly skewed angle, accompanied by an unhealthy-sounding PLOP!

Some of the biggest brains in the business are working on this issue. They’ve tuned into the signal that the secret to success lies in a trusting alliance between provider and patient.

As I reflected on the journey that my patients traveled, with me as their guide, through this crazy place called Sleep Apnea, it struck me that there was no one better-suited to help tell this story.