Went to the doctor today. Or, more precisely, the clinic that is part of some medical comglomerate. And doesn’t have one single MD. For almost 20 years, Dave and I went to Dr. King here in Georgia. He had retired from the Army as a doctor and chose to operate a small, very personal, medical practice here. One day a week, he went to the nursing homes to minister to the patients. A doctor that was still doing house calls! He removed Dave’s skin cancer. He treated my pleurisy and helped me through quitting smoking. He helped me through a cancer scare. He drove an old pickup truck and his wife drove an old Buick. Eventually, it was time for him to retire and Med Link took over.
Today I go to the doctor. He says “beyond what I can do – call a specialist – that will be $51”.
I’m 59. I don’t remember when dinosaurs walked the earth. But I sure do remember when Dr. Barnes set my first husband’s broken arm and later on delivered my daughter.
What’s this shit (it’s my blog, I can say shit) where we have a primary care physician with only one job – to point us to to other doctors?