Special Guest Blogger: Greek God Asclepius

So, I was bringing people back from the dead and Hades was getting tetchy because his underworld was becoming rather underpopulated and Zeus was worried I was upsetting the natural order of things. The balance between life and death. A bit rich, coming from a god whose main hobbies were transforming into animals and seducing anything that moved, but there you go.
He decided a lecture wouldn’t suffice so instead, he sent a lightning bolt.
One minute I was trying to explain to a newly-revived fisherman that, frankly, his time had probably come, the next—ZAP. A rather sudden, and I must say, terribly rude, end to my mortal tenure. No warning, no 'Hey Asclepius, can I have a word in your ear?' Just a celestial taser to the old coconut. The afterlife service was appalling, too. The lighting in Hades is simply dreadful for my complexion.
But it all worked out in the end. After a bit of a sulk and Dad Apollo had a word, and I was zapped back up to Olympus, given a constellation, and told to keep my resurrection tendencies to myself. So here I am. A star. Literally.
So, what’s the takeaway from all this, my dears? What wisdom can the original greek god of medicine impart?
Be nice to your doctor. Wash your hands. Don’t be a hypochondriac. And for goodness’ sake, if you see a symbol with a snake on a stick outside a building, make sure it’s the right one before you go in asking for a complex surgical procedure.
You might end up asking an IT Consultant for a lobotomy, and nobody wants that.