Last week I made a visit to my doctor. Not a groundbreaking event for some, but rare for me as I am seldom sick. And, being in possession of what I call faux-insurance, I make it a point to limit luxurious first-world activities like seeking medical care. Typically, I ride things out. I know what to do when the specter of illness hovers over me like a used car salesman—I know which herbs to take, the foods to eat to nourish my weary bod, and I know how ...