Oh yeah, I had a few follow up appointments with him, and he is on OCF's board of science advisors now. He and I both agree that while we are good friends now, I was the patient from HELL when he was my doc.

I soon left the area and continued with recovery in Santa Fe, NM and he was in Houston. So he was either a great guy to email communicate with meat least weekly, with my various after treatment issues, or he was just afraid not to answer my emails.

The next brouhaha we got into was my withdrawal symptoms (my fault) that I went through that were hell on earth, and which he didn't diagnose properly by email�. I mean who would have even tried, so I give him credit. I realized what they were when I was watching the tube one night, and there was a commercial on for a clinic that offered rehab for heroin and other addicts, and they described my symptoms exactly in the TV 60 second piece -and the light bulb when on. I immediately went and got my pint (not kidding) bottle of morphine, that I had been putting in my tube, (as needed or not), but had like a drug addled idiot know it all, abruptly quit using, and put myself back on (to the point of pink elephants and dancing nubian slaves girls). The next day in a more lucid state I called him on the phone explained it all to him, and he emailed me a logical step down dosing that would get me off without the issues, and took 8 weeks to do.

Of course being the rash obnoxious idiot of the time, I blamed him for not recognizing my symptoms in an email rant, but in reality he replied, he didn't think that I would do something so stupid, as to abruptly quit taking high octane meds I had been on for a year, and didn't even consider the possibility (Clearly I had convinced him that I was too smart to be that stupid.) What he now knows, and I am living proof of, is that no matter how simple you make something, nature will always make a better idiot.

I relate this whole story here for a singular purpose. Too many here think that I am smart. But that is really not it. My knowledge has been accrued far too often in life by doing the opposite of what I was told, just as in the part where my dad told me not to stick my fingers in the fan. So here is how Brian learns things and develops Good Judgement.

Good judgement in my opinion comes from experience. The problem is that in my case, experience most of the time comes from BAD judgement.