Finding Dr Yes

had a memorable waiting room. Everything — every pen, pencil, clipboard, clock, name tag — trumpeted the name of a big pharmaceutical company. Not once did I sit there without seeing a stream of drug reps file through, roller bags rolling behind, to be greeted warmly and whisked behind closed doors. • I stuck with Dr No until the day I’d secured the morning’s earliest appointment but still waited two hours, with my tantrum-prone toddler and debilitating stomach pain. As I was led back to the dim examination room,