The flair for drama runs deep in my blood. In fact, I’d go so far as to suggest it’s a family trait. Certainly my children and grandchildren inherited it. The reason I mention this is because I had a doctor appointment yesterday afternoon. During my recent tour my knee started acting up again, and I wrenched my shoulder carting my lap – top computer on and off airplanes.

The physician’s name, Dr. Bliss, is misleading; but that’s for another blog entirely. I required not one, but two shots. Both of them have reputations for being painful. The minute I saw the needle I had to resist shouting, "I’ll talk, I’ll talk!" But the nurse held my hand, and I was fine, and I actually feel much better. Maybe Dr. Bliss isn’t misnamed after all.