It seems like whenever I go see a doctor, they either know what’s wrong with me in about 30 seconds or years go by and they have no idea whats going on. There’s never any TV show middle ground where a full hour (minus commercial breaks) is needed to uncover the source of the mysterious horns protruding from my elbows. The horns do come in handy when I’m in a crowd at a rock show. So I guess it’s not all bad.