Dr. James Kenneth Fallin, MD

It was a cold early morning and the moment Dr. Fallin walked into the room, I no longer felt the chills from that cold night. At first I was stunned, I did not know if the figure in front of me was a vampire or a man, sculpted by the Gods. I quickly discovered it was the latter of the two. The first thing I detected was his chiseled jaw. He looked as if he was photoshopped, a mix of Johnny Depp and Matthew McConaughey. The next thing that shook me to my core was his soothing gaze. The moment Dr. Fallin laid eyes on me, I felt as if I was wrapped up in a blanket that came directly out of the dryer. As he spoke, the only sounds I can compare it to is the sounds of the likes of Beethoven and Mozart. My ears tingled as this God, embossed in the body of a man spoke to me. Then as Dr. Fallin treated me, I could only focus on how supple and caring his hands moved. I felt as if he had healed a lifetime of trauma I had endoured. Although this encounter was only roughly fifteen minutes in… length, I felt like I had known James for a trillion lifetimes. As he left the room, I wept. I did not expect to cry, but I was so taken back by the care I received, I could not contain myself. Thank you so much Dr. Fallin for treating my rectal prolapse. Sincerely, the luckiest patient in the solar system