If nerves are our body’s sensors, then pain is the dashboard light. This week, I finally decided to have a doctor take a look at my “check engine light” which had been on for a while. After all, in my experience (with cars, anyway) the cause can range from a gas cap to a gasket. So I take myself in and, not unexpectedly, the doctor needs some additional data to see what’s going on under the hood. Before I leave the shop I figure I might as well have them check my fluids (blood test) and head-out for some X-Rays. I find myself subconsciously smiling while they take a picture of my bones (cheese!). I then head to work and put it out of my mind. Surprisingly, I get a call back the same day with a diagnosis. Nothing major, just a little rust! (now if only they had a human version of WD-40). So I’m back this morning and, while I realize some of you may run on alternative fuels, I brought some high octane nitro (a dozen dunkin’ donuts). So come get that boost, I sense you may need it.