I wrote a long post. It timed out. It's probably a bit ranty anyway. Shorter version: I got well when doctor's were trying to convince me I should accept a slow torturous death as my only due in life (I guess so they could feel they knew something and deserved their high salaries) by eating better food and routinely buying new clothes (and throwing out the old stuff when it got too unclean for my needs). I prefer pissing my money away on cheap clothes from Kmart and affordable, decent food from various eateries to pissing my life away on doctors and antibiotics (which I had free access to at one time because I was a military dependent -- and I walked away from that).
This person has no clue what it takes to solve really hard problems.
PS: "Bread and Circus" is a form of Roman wisdom. Quit trying to give it a bad name. "Idle hands are the devil's workshop" and empty bellies are worse. In times of crisis, I practice a policy of "bread and circus". Making sure my sons and I are well fed and have something entertaining to do so we don't go stir crazy and can mentally focus on something other than our overwhelming problems has been critical to our track record of success.
This person has no clue what it takes to solve really hard problems.
PS: "Bread and Circus" is a form of Roman wisdom. Quit trying to give it a bad name. "Idle hands are the devil's workshop" and empty bellies are worse. In times of crisis, I practice a policy of "bread and circus". Making sure my sons and I are well fed and have something entertaining to do so we don't go stir crazy and can mentally focus on something other than our overwhelming problems has been critical to our track record of success.