Yesterday I was driving home from Sunday tennis doubles with Frank, my friend who’d requested the Z-Pak, and a fellow player Jerry. We were shooting the breeze when the topic of the high cost of health care came up. After my short treatise on the waste we create with over-testing and over-treatment, Frank piped up, “You know, John, I don’t think that Z-Pak did me any good.”
I had not won the first round with Frank, but I had sowed the seeds of doubt.
