My family doctor has retired and I’m going to miss her. She was a great listener, inquisitive and a straight shooter. She didn’t believe in prescribing medicine for the sake of prescribing something. She told me at our first meet and greet that if I wanted pills for every ailment then she’s not that type of a doctor. She expected her patients to stay as healthy as they could. She was the 3rd or 4th doctor that I had a meet and greet with and I knew I found the right one. While she fussed over me, I got to listen to her perspective on what it takes to run a family practice. When they changed their computer systems, I tried to give some advice on what to look out for. She cared about her profession and worried about the decline in government funding.
She told me once that there are some doctors who are very picky about their patients. Younger and healthier patients require less time so they can bill for more visits per day. Her office was always busy and none of my appointments were ever on time. But a lot of her patients didn’t seem to mind. I was always able to nap on her waiting room. I remembered dozing off into a deep sleep only to wake up when I almost fell forward. Everyone in the waiting room was staring at me.
She had a wonderful sense of humor and I always tried to find something funny to joke about as she poked, pulled and inspected parts of me that I never want anyone to inspect. One time, she told me to go to the washroom for a urine sample. She handed me a small bottle and said I could just give it to the receptionist when I’m done. I paused. I told her everyone will see what I’m handing over and what if the receptionist gets grossed out? She chuckled and gave me a plastic bag.
I had the option of following her partners but they were moving to another office and I didn’t want to travel too far. So on her last day, she gave me file to take to my new doctor. I gave her a thank you card and a hug.
So now, I’m meeting a new doctor for a meet and greet. I hope it works out.