Just one month ago, this gentleman was showing an improvement in his health. But this month, for some reason, his triglycerides have shot through the roof. I question him about his diet, nutrition, and lifestyle - and he makes excuses.

I tell my unhealthy patient that he’s in big trouble, and in no uncertain terms. I explained very explicitly, last month, that I expected to see a drastic improvement in his tests, across the board. Now here he sits in front of me...unhealthier than ever.

Digging through my medical bag, I tell him that I’m going to find s...

Just one month ago, this gentleman was showing an improvement in his health. But this month, for some reason, his triglycerides have shot through the roof. I question him about his diet, nutrition, and lifestyle - and he makes excuses.

I tell my unhealthy patient that he’s in big trouble, and in no uncertain terms. I explained very explicitly, last month, that I expected to see a drastic improvement in his tests, across the board. Now here he sits in front of me...unhealthier than ever.

Digging through my medical bag, I tell him that I’m going to find something that makes what he’s doing to the inside of his body HURT. Just like if he had a visible injury, to an arm, or leg...or backside. Something physically painful to associate with the damage he’s doing to his health : that’s my prescription.

Pulling out a thick wooden paddle with a target carved in, I explain to him that I am now in charge of his health. He will report back here in one month for a new battery of tests. Today, he will receive his ‘medicine’ - fifty hard strokes with this painful paddle should show him how his liver, kidneys, and heart feel every day. As I’m doling out his spanking, along with instructions on how to conduct himself until our next visit in thirty days, I tell my unhealthy patient that next time...it’ll be double. And twice as hard. He promises to do better, but somehow I think we’ll be talking about this all again, next month.