New Year, good voodoo and bad medicine

A New Year resolution is about solving something, right? Well, not quite, but remember when I made that big fuss about my chest pain, blaming it on some voodoo operator trying to nail me down? Well, after a sleepless night and some super deep thinking, I could be on my way to unlock that mystery. In fact, everything can be solved when the right questions are asked. This isn’t the place to bore you with technicalities, so I won’t, but I found that instead of some weirdo poking a voodoo doll somewhere on the planet while I'm asleep, it might be me who's responsible for what ends up being a self-induced chest pain. Starting last night, I assumed a different sleeping position and my voodoo doll poker was a bit less aggressive. As a result, I felt less pain this morning. I also feel a bit smarter than a lung and heart specialist that charges $350 per hour and is so blinded by the organs he’s treating, that he loses sight of the whole body and forgets to ask the right questions…