Well, the good doctors didn't let me down. After talking with all four of them, I'm feeling much better.
Doctor .357 was, as usual, brash and loud and to the point. He's old school, and when I wanted to try the Super Secret Todd Jarrett Kung-Fu Grip™, he informed me he would be having none of that and promptly bit my finger.
Turns out that when you extend your thumb of your off hand along the side of a revolver and you have big old man-hands like me, your thumb resides precisely at the gap twixt the cylinder and the barrel.
Given the extra hot "Sound & Fury" loads I was using, said thumb got a bit on the extra crispy side.
Thanks Doc, that's one lesson I shan't be forgetting anytime soon!
Next I spent some time with Doctor .45. We started off on a bad note, the conversation seemed to drift all over the place, but he reminded me to grip tighter, aim 3/4 high, and to lean into things a bit. After the reminders, he complimented me on a marked improvement. In fact, we discussed long distance relationships, and at 20 yards I was able to hit within the 8 ring each time. Doc .45 really knew how to calm down my nerves (and didn't bite my finger).
For the third session, Doc 10 was in line but unfortunately lead me astray. His usual laser like point was so far to the left that I had to aim for the 7 to try to make it in the center. We didn't talk long as his leanings just didn't sit well with me and alas, I had no micro-Allen wrench to set things straight.
Finally, Doctor .22, my favorite. Doc .22 was soft spoken and gentle and helped me reach that 'Zen' state in shooting. The guys to my left were shooting as fast as they could pull the trigger, but even that didn't interrupt me being in the zone. 150 rounds @ 15 yards later, the Doctor calmly informed me that I had cleared the heart and mind and to yes, go ahead and blow his f@$%ing nuts off -
Therapy was great, I feel more like myself although it was clear that I need to not wait so long between sessions.