I'm conspicuously tender of this demand because I am a grand standard of the expedition. Were you all to advance example near me (probably narrowly longer than a day), there are any number of you who'd surmise I'm not person whom you'd trust to be a healer!
On my superior days, my arrangement is disheveled. I'm overweight, don't trim my proboscis hairs outstandingly often, have eyebrows that make to Orion's Belt, have the styling state of mind of a microorganism (I don't mingy to be biased to microbes), I pace near a "hitch", use the "F" speech too much, am irreverent, if not blasphemous, eat what's in attendance (often, everywhere!), effort to call up to coppice my teeth, don't appreciate the concept of "exercise", at nowadays clutches partying, and, well, you get the representation...for one who's duty in time seems to be to oblige others to wellness, a lot of you could reflect on I'm a knot. Were I a dentist, maybe you'd decide on to go to a Veterinarian instead!