Chewy: A Doctor's Tail

Despite having two years of graduate-level study in microbiology, a medical degree and practice in family medicine, it took me ten years to write this book. It started as a prescription from my neurologist to aid my traumatic brain injury. My car flew off an elevated highway with devastating consequence. I sustained four surgeries, chronic pain, but worse: A diagnosis of dementia (92% disabled both physically and mentally) and going into Alzheimer's disease.
That news makes a doctor want to suicide; especially since I diagnosed the disease in my father. I knew the horror lying ahead.
Despite the massive, depressive topics of brain injury, homelessness, suicide and the loss of memory this book is a medical thriller. It's also humorous. My canine companion is a four-legged stand-up comedian And since I am writing these very sentences now, its full of hope.
The reader will learn a sufficient amount of medicine to be informed while being titillated by my "crazy" adventures into hospitals, surgeries, the streets and public parks of homelessness. You will adventure into delusions, hallucinations and other psychological misadventures. All dangerous locations the reader can visit without leaving the safety of a comfortable armchair.
What does a dog do on a daily basis to aid the completely broken?
He showed me when to eat, as I could not remember even my last meal. We learned to dress (matching tartan vests -- fashionable among the service dog crowd.) He ventured me out of my isolation and bridged my connection to my Michele who had brain cancer. Teaching me to socialize he brought me to places I did not dare to walk by myself. And so much more.
A more critical question is how does a mere dog stop a man from suicide with all the reasons to leave the suffering behind?
Chapter nine!
My hope for the reader is to understand the outstanding support a service dog can give. Then please tell someone to obtain these under prescribed knee high portable doctors.
Good health.