Consumer receptive alternative preparations (CRAP)

Joe was a veritable cornucopia of symptoms and a technicolour array of risk factors, and I looked out the window in the despairing hope that the clouds might form themselves into a plausible diagnosis. They did their best, amusingly shaping themselves into a pair of rather ripe and Rubenesque buttocks that might have tempted even a post-therapy Tiger Woods, but I had just about given up when a bus rolled by with a big …