I loved my previous personal care physician, but the logistics became too much.
She has a lot of patients, so you often wound up waiting at the office. I didn’t really mind — you wait at doctors offices, right?
But when I was told I’d have to wait 11 months for a physical, I decided to switch.
My sister had been touting her doctor (and my brother-in-law’s and a neighbor), and as much as I hate to admit it, she was right.
He opened the door to see me while my sister was still filling out forms.
And more.
I sent a message on the portal yesterday because some of the bloodwork seemed pretty out of whack. He must have seen it this morning, a Sunday, and he uploaded and commented on the results.
Basically, I’m OK, or as OK as usual.
Wow.
1 comment:
Yay!!
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