tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15102422074016599782011-04-21T18:44:33.357-07:00Doctor Hearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12718124030301156236noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1510242207401659978.post-40878354575624402972006-11-14T19:43:00.000-08:002006-11-14T19:48:44.046-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3658/184355738208210/1600/ist2_1016653_stethoscope.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 157px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3658/184355738208210/400/ist2_1016653_stethoscope.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />More like it... I use instruments and meds to fix your heart.<br /><br />Sometimes your brain needs more of a cleanup than your heart. At that point, I will give you sugar pills to make you think that you are being treated. I will still make lots of money and I deserve every bit of it in preventing YOU from going crazy.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1510242207401659978-4087835457562440297?l=docdil.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Doctor Hearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12718124030301156236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1510242207401659978.post-64939096166179488342006-11-14T19:41:00.000-08:002006-11-14T19:49:54.060-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3658/184355738208210/1600/how-to-heal-a-broken-hearts.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 311px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3658/184355738208210/400/how-to-heal-a-broken-hearts.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Your heart will NOT look like the football look-alike on the side once I am<span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Add_Image" title="Add Image" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="addImage();" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);;ButtonMouseDown(this);"></span> done with it. I don't usually use band-aids. Pins are used only when I have to take a phone call in the middle of the surgery, to keep it from falling.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1510242207401659978-6493909616617948834?l=docdil.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Doctor Hearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12718124030301156236noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1510242207401659978.post-54101352196801492222006-11-14T19:36:00.000-08:002006-11-14T19:41:42.176-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3658/184355738208210/1600/brok.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/3658/184355738208210/320/brok.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />There are different diseases of the heart. Let's talk about the ones I don't fix. Not that I can't... I just don't feel like it. I don't have a heart of stone of course. That's technically impossible. A heart is a muscle made of flesh. So whoever uses this terminology 'stone-hearted' needs a brain transplant first.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1510242207401659978-5410135219680149222?l=docdil.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Doctor Hearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12718124030301156236noreply@blogger.com2