Virtual and video doctor’s visits may become the norm in the future, so my opinions on medical care as practiced today can be considered strange.
Adele Haas, from Amherst, has a headache after visiting her doctor’s office.
I miss seeing the doctor with whom I have an appointment, whereas I am rather entrusted to a member of the “team”.
I really like my general practitioner. I have known him for over 10 years, I appreciate his judgment and I have the impression that he knows me.
Some days I am seen by another doctor in the office, or more likely a PI, PA, LPN or maybe CBS or ABC when I show up for my exam, for which my “Ever So Caring For You Insurance Co.” will reward me with me a $ 20 debit card.
(Just make me $ 20 less, please.)
By the way, all the happy “alphabet” doctors who take my doctor’s place have only first names, wear what used to be called scrubs and what were called sneakers while they lead me into the examination room to ask for my date of birth – out loud.
Looks to me like everyone in the waiting room is thinking, oh, my God, but she looks so much older.
As I huff and try to keep up, I wonder why they keep asking me for my birthday? Is it so they can send me a card? A nice thought but they never do.
In the past, when this was not against HIPAA rules for medical confidentiality, a real nurse, in a white uniform and cap bearing the name Miss Hortense Nightingale RN, would announce: “Mrs. Patient Octavius, who has an infectious chrysanthemum, the (real) doctor will see you now. (Or that’s what it looked like.)
