The pitiful state of medical ignorance
In 1976 the classic film Network starred Peter Finch as crazed anchorman Howard Beale who launched into his now-famous rant “I’m mad as hell…” on air and galvanized movie goers everywhere. Even though Howard Beale is fictional, I often share his sentiments.
I got a call yesterday from an acquaintance who wanted to get together and talk to me “face to face.” I’ve played golf and had a few drinks with this guy over the last couple of years, but that’s about it. I agreed to meet him at a local coffee shop.
When we had our coffees in front of us – I, a full-strength, scalding hot Americano; he, a non-fat, decaf, double shot latte, just in case you’re wondering – we made small talk for a few minutes then he cut to the chase. A look of despair came over him, and he confided to me that he was a type II diabetic and was in real trouble. His doctor had been monitoring his HgbA1c levels for a couple of years, and lately they had been inexorably on the rise to the point at which drastic action was required. What drastic action? His doctor told him he was going to have to start insulin injections.
..man, proud man,
As I was thumbing through the weekend edition of the Financial Times (my favorite newspaper) on a lazy Sunday morning, my eye fell on a little boxed off squib titled 













