To say that I don't go to a lot of doctors would be an understatement. However, when I told my Dad last night that I was going to a doctor he told me I hadn't been to one in fifteen years. Of course that wasn't the case, but I got a chuckle out of it. I stopped into my regular doctor just before Christmas when we were about to head south.
I need to have a doctor for some reason so I went into an office close by to make an appointment. They scheduled one six weeks in advance, which was okay with me-I was not in a hurry. When I went into the office today they told me that they tried to reach me two weeks ago to tell me that the doctor wasn't taking any new patients anymore. I couldn't believe it. Our pharmacy just closed and we had to get another pharmacy and now I have to switch a doctor I've never met?
One lady in the office wanted me to check in on the computer and the other woman told me I was in limbo right now. She gave me a choice of two other doctors who could see me today and since one started with a B, I chose him.(the other was way down in the alphabet)
While waiting for the doctor I was grilled with the usual questions about my health, my parent's health, my brother and sister's health and even my grandparent's health. I told her that I didn't have many neighbors right now so she didn't ask about their health. Then she said, "is there anything you're concerned about today?" I told her that I was worried about the Yankees pitching and she laughed.
The doctor came in and was very nice and very young too. I told him also about my concern about the Yankees pitching and he laughed too, but said he couldn't care less about them since he's a Cubs fan. The doctor decided I didn't need to continue my cholesterol medicine and they would do blood work in six months.
I told him that works for me and off I went. I never did sign in and I didn't pay anything and I don't have to go back until next year. Not a bad deal, my first visit to a southern doctor.
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