Last night, I spoke with another doctor with whom I went to medical school, many moons ago. He was a very funny guy–so funny, in fact, that I couldn’t be in his study group…because his sense of humor broke my powers of concentration too often.

He was the proverbial thorn in the teaching faculty’s side. Whenever their droning got to be unbearable, and this was often, he would prick that balloon and send the poor instructor flying, and scrambling for some kind of retort. The instructors were not very good at the art of verbal sparring, but they could be vindictive, so you didn’t want to be standing right next to him, when they lost their cool.

He and I were assigned to a very strait-laced legacy instructor, for a few months. A legacy is the son, or grandson, of a grandfather, or father, who was an alumnus of this particular medical school. They’re sometimes not even really good doctors, but they sure are full of themselves. This guy was about a “C” as a doctor, but his ego was an “A++.”

A woman came to us who had a problem with her butt. The instructor brusquely asked her a few questions and prescribed suppositories.

The next week she was back, and her problem was even worse. The instructor repeated his previous performance.

The next week she was back again, and now, her a$$ was inflamed. The instructor was baffled, and wrote a scrip, sending her to a proctologist.

This is where my friend butted in (you should pardon the expression), and asked for permission to do
his own examination. The instructor told him, “Sure…do your own exam, and be sure to double check on all my patients.”

My friend was nonplussed and took the woman into an exam room.

A few minutes later I could could hear him laughing, and laughing, and then I heard the woman laughing. The laughter went on and on, and then he came out of the exam room. He gave me the high sign, and we retreated to a stairwell, where he kept laughing.

Finally he calmed down enough to tell the story.

The instructor has told the woman to take “these things” and put them where the moon don’t shine.

The woman wasn’t exactly a rocket scientist, and he needed to be a tetch more friendly in his instructions. The suppositories came in packets, much like how Nyquil is packaged today. The woman broke off a suppository, then put it where it was supposed to go…but without taking it out of the packaging!

OUCH!

As you might expect, we didn’t leave the stairwell for quite a while, and when we did, our instructor was not amused. He did however, make a mistake when he asked my friend how his diagnosis went. We were standing in the middle of the crowded hall, and he demanded the story.

What he got was a comedy routine that rivaled anything I have ever seen, with my friend playing all the roles. It drew quite a crowd, and when the punchline came, the roars were so loud you would have thought a pride of lions had just descended.

After that incident, our legacy instructor pretty much left us on our own, and gave us high marks, to boot. The story pretty much became a legend in the hospital, and was told to every last intern who crossed paths there.

The lesson here is that we could save ourselves a lot of toil, time, and trouble if we just read the instructions.

Those suppositories had instructions in the box.

The doctor’s advice could have been better.

But then, we wouldn’t have had this great story.

I was listening to a story told by one of the speakers at my weekend seminar on Saturday, and she told of teaching at a seminar of very sick people a few years ago. There were around 75 of them gathered, and almost all of them smoked.

The speaker likened the seminar to teaching in the middle of an ashtray. She also felt that very few of the people were listening to her message of hope and healing. At some point, she pointed out that none of them had a chance in hell of healing as long as they smoked.

At the end of one of her days, she was approached by a woman who said, “What if I only smoke two cigarettes a day?”

The speaker said that when she heard the woman’s question, she saw her death.

The point that she was trying to make was that sometimes the answer to your questions is right in front of your face, but because you are fixated on something else, you can’t see, hear, or think clearly.

As a doctor, you give lots of advice, but the numbers of those who actually heed your advice are very low indeed. Those who do listen and then act, get results and often get tremendous results. But not enough people listen.

My ultra pure deep water pharmaceutical grade fish oil, Dr. Bill’s Powerhouse Omega Formula, can get you great results, but only if you take it. Talking about it doesn’t do the job, and putting it off doesn’t do it, either. And buying cheap, industrial fish oil at the grocery store, or big box store, can make matters worse.

You need to make a decision about your health and then, ACT.

Here’s a story that I think illustrates my point.

In an upscale Brooklyn pet shop, an elderly woman burst into the store. “I want to buy a canary, but it’s got to be a real good singer. I’ve got good, hard U.S. cash, but I’m only paying for a good singer.”

The shop owner began moving a ladder towards a small cage on a shelf about 15 feet up, near the ceiling of the store. “Ma’am, I’m forty years in this business. In that cage is the best singer I’ve ever had.”

“Don’t think I’m going to be obligated to pay for something I don’t want, just because you’re climbing up a ladder like a monkey. I want a canary, but it’s got to be the best singer.”

By this point, the shop keeper was coming down the ladder. “Ma’am, this bird is a veritable feathered Caruso!” Placing the cage on the counter, the bird burst into melody after melody.

Awed, the woman murmured, “This bird is a really good singer.”

Suddenly she screamed at the shop owner, “Hey, what’s with you? This bird only has one leg!”

The shop owner was unperturbed, saying, “Lady, what do you want…a singer…or a dancer?”

Make the right choice where your health is concerned, and get Dr. Bill’s Powerhouse Omega Formula, today.

I had to go to California last Thursday for a conference, and just returned home late last night. I heard from a number of very interesting people at the gathering, who spoke on any number of health related topics.

It was great to go to a place where the weather was darn near perfect, 72 degrees, with just a hint of a breeze, and absolutely no humidity. It’s no wonder that they need six lanes of freeway on each side of the road. I didn’t feel much like boarding the plane yesterday afternoon, but here I am.

With the weather that good, you can imagine that shorts and tank tops were the rule, and not the exception, like here. One thing I did notice there was that almost everybody has a tattoo. Walking down one popular street I saw hundreds, maybe thousands of tattoos. And let me tell you, every tattoo artist is not Rembrandt.

In point of fact, some of the tattoos were more Jackson Pollock than Van Gogh (not that there’s anything wrong with Jackson Pollock…on a canvas other than a human body.) The term that I came up with was “bad exterior decorating,” and there was plenty to go around.

But the thing that really got to me was the “heavies” and their tattoos. If you really want folks to know you’re fat, get a tattoo. It’s kinda like announcing your problem to everyone within a hundred yards or so.

Now I also thought of the word “contest” while taking in the sites, and my friend agreed. We started keeping track of some of the more colorful tattoos on our watch, and to make a long story short, we were standing at a corner, in front of a very famous restaurant, and a whale walker rolls by.

Let me explain.

A very large woman, probably going 275+, with one of those mini mutts on a leash, and she had a …WHALE…tattooed on her back.

At which point my friend uttered, “Do you think it makes her look slimmer?”

It took me 10 minutes to recover from that.

And the answer is no, No, NO.

Ain’t no such thing as a slimming tattoo.

But I am certain she wasn’t taking Dr. Bill’s Powerhouse Omega Formula, which would get her started on the road to recovery.

I’m speaking about her health here, because that tattoo is forever, and even with my surgical skills, the only thing to be done there is order a new canvas, which might take several donors.

When you are seriously overweight you are many, many times more likely to develop diseases which can kill you, or cripple you.

Fish oil is a starting point, the foundation of any good health plan. And my Powerhouse Omega Formula is the Mercedes of pharmaceutical grade fish oil. There are others…and then there is Dr. Bill’s Powerhouse Omega Formula.

Just remember to eat right, exercise, and take your fish oil. If you want a tattoo…fine…just keep in mind it doesn’t work like Spanks.

Yesterday, I ventured off the beaten path a bit, and spent a few hours listening to some audio CD’s on what is called “energy medicine.” This is something that Chinese and other Asian doctors have known about for around 5000 years, but it is little known by the American public.

It isn’t completely unknown, but the average American doesn’t know much about it, and what they do know is often wrong. The one thing the public does know about is acupuncture, which became known during the Nixon administration, and has developed into a sizable medical industry.

Today, Chinese doctors are schooled in Eastern and Western Medicine, giving them a host of remedies for what ails you.

The basic text for Chinese medicine is called the Big Yellow Book, and has been used for…5000 years. Anything that has been around that long must work, and more American doctors could be schooled in herbs and natural remedies.

My Powerhouse Omega Formula is not Chinese, but it does owe a debt of gratitude to the Chinese, because it’s an all natural formula that has few known side effects. That’s one of the huge positives about Eastern Medicine, that the all natural remedies don’t cause any more problems, which is often the case with synthetic medicines, or drugs. How many times are patients given a drug that causes more problems, and they they are prescribed another drug to deal with the side effects of the first one?

Dr. Bill’s Powerhouse Omega Formula is an ultra pure pharmaceutical grade fish oil, made from small, low-on-the-food chain, deep water fish. Because it’s been distilled by a special process,it does not contains any PCB’s or mercury, or any other industrial pollutants.

I’ve been working on our next products, and we should have the next one ready in a week or so. It will be the second product in what will eventually be a line of several products, dealing with the heart. Then, I’ll move on to other areas, as fast as I can. Your input, on the surveys we sent out, is very much appreciated.

After listening to the so called health news yesterday, I had to shake my head a bit. I was in my easy chair, contemplating the important work of completing my taxes when the “red meat” segment came on, no doubt firing up vegetarians, fruitarians, and others who have made this silly claim for years.

Now a doctor had put his name behind this study, and so it was big news, and was blaring from every channel, and I’m sure it was in all the newspapers (the ones that are left anyway).

One of the reasons that newspapers, and news organizations, are dying on the vine is really going unreported. They no longer print facts, they just rush any old thing into print, or on to television, and if it’s right fine, if not, well…that’s fine too. People just got tired of reading the opinions of people who didn’t really know what they were talking about. As they say around Obamaland, “Don’t let the facts get in the way of the theme.”

So this study comes out and says “don’t eat more than 18 ounces of red meat a week.” That’s 3 hamburgers in the backyard, or 4 at McDonald’s. Nobody listed any other factors, like exercise, or weight, or age, or where they live, or what the traditional diet is.

It’s hard to interpet all this information at times.

We’re not supposed to eat fish because of mercury.

We’re not supposed to eat chicken because they aren’t walking the barnyard yearning to breathe free.

Now beef and pork are going to kill us early.

What’s left? Only vegetables and fruits from expensive organic grocery stores. I’m sure that makes PETA happy, but it doesn’t cut the mustard with me. The President may like arugula, but I don’t, and neither do most of my friends.

Now, you shouldn’t eat red meat for every meal, although many folks I know think this is the ideal diet. The reality is most people don’t eat this way in the first place.

But I will say this: If you are eating processed food full of transfats and high fructose corn syrup, you are much worse off than if you eat red meat for every meal, every day of your life.

Your body is in much better shape to process the red meat than it is to process all the artificial ingredients in all the food products that are on the market.

Should you eat red meat, or packaged waffles?
(Red meat.)

Should you eat red meat, or Cap’n Crunch cereal?
(Red meat.)

Should you eat red meat, or Green Giant cauliflower
in special sauce? (Red meat.)

Red meat, or Coke? (Red meat.)

It’s funny to think that the Chinese have been eating meat for quite a while, and they don’t have all the heart disease we do.

That is until recently, when all kinds of artificial food products started being distributed there (think potato chips, cheetos, pizza, Coke). They are also experiencing an obesity problem for the first time, and it isn’t being caused by red meat.

Red meat is way, way, way down the list of what we should stop eating, if we should stop eating it at all.

Protein is after all, what makes us tick.

And if you want your ticker to function better, you can add my Powerhouse Omega Formula to your daily routine. Ultra pure pharmaceutical grade fish oil will deliver what the pizza delivery boys can’t, and that’s an improvement in your overall health.

That’s a fact, and results pour in daily from all over the world with regard to the benefits of taking fish oil on a regular basis.

You’ll be glad you did, and your occasional steak or burger will be that much better.