Alack and Alas

Saw both my PCP (primary care physician) and my shrink (psychiatrist), by chance on the same day yesterday, the former in the morning, the latter in the afternoon--and from the latter I got the bad news I should have got from the former:  I have congestive heart failure, brought on by years of obesity, inactivity and amphetamine abuse.  I don't know why my doctor hasn't spotted it, but Dr. Chan, my psychiatrist, laid it out in a few, dead-on accurate sentences.  "You are a doctor," I said to him ironically (meaning, "by what right do you mess with my mind?").  And he replied simply, "I try to be."