Times have changed. Nowadays, the kids spend a week in bed for such minor ailments as reactions to flu shots, writer's cramp
(because two teachers simultaneously gave homework assignments), or overexposure to tear gas at a protest march. And the medications
available to us vie with one another for delectability.
I am convinced that the surest preventive for adult hypochondria is the 19th century brand of medicine administered by a determined
and doting mother. And now, I must conclude this essay. It's time for another spoonful of my blackberry-flavored Neo-Sul-Dilacto-Gel-O-Kate.
Besides, the John Wayne submarine epic is about to begin on Channel 2.
Robert M. Miller, DVM, is an author and a cartoonist, speaker, and Veterinary Medicine Practitioner Advisory Board member from Thousand Oaks, Calif. His thoughts in "Mind Over Miller" are drawn from 32 years
as a mixed-animal practitioner. Visit his Web site at