My heart HEARTS Dr. Battersby. And, well, so does the rest of me. What? A doctor who actually spends time with me? A doctor, seemingly, genuinely concerned? A doctor who takes my blood pressure and doesn't leave it to the nurse? I was a bit nervous upon entry, as the waiting area, is, well, it's kinda ghetto. Perhaps not ghetto. But sort of like someones basement TV room. But it's the nurturing that counts and Dr. B is the man! He wrote my prescription for my soaring blood pressure (hey, it's genetic! BACK OFF! I'M NOT A STRESSFUL PERSON!)...Oh damn, I need a cup of chamomile and a foot massage. Rickie!!!!