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We need more doctors

For some reason my little town, which is growing larger by the minute, has a paltry few family physicians in residence. Their numbers have not increased with the rest of the community. That means scheduling an appointment with one of the family physicians is fraught with frustration. Unless you’re a little bit sick, don’t expect to get an appointment for at least two months. If you’re somewhere between just sick and halfway dead, you’ll probably get an appointment sometime this week.

As it happens, I’m not halfway dead, but ye olde sinus infection from September apparently never went completely away. Thanks to the autumn allergy season, it lingered in the background and made a spectacular reappearance on Thursday. I awoke to find half my face swollen with a chipmunk cheek. It was red and hot and...yes, it hurt. But was I realllllly sick? Well, no.

The receptionist at the physician’s office asked me if this was serious. That’s a subjective thing, you know. It’s serious for me because I don’t enjoy walking around with a red knot on my face and I surely don’t enjoy pain. But from a more practical perspective, it didn’t appear that I was about to keel over, so I guess the answer was no, it’s not serious.

Fine, I could have an appointment on Monday afternoon.

Yesterday things took a little turn and I began running a pretty good fever. I called the physician’s office and asked if I could come in. No, they said, there just wasn’t anything available on the schedule. If it was really serious, I could go to the emergency room.

Well, I *don’t* think so.

I gathered myself together and went straight to the physician’s office and stood before the receptionist’s desk, not making myself particularly popular, but I just didn’t care. One of the docs walked out from the examining rooms area and did a double take. “What happened to you?” she asked. “Sinus infection,” I said. “Why didn’t you come in sooner?” she asked. So I told her exactly why I didn’t come in sooner.

The end result was a lot of apologies, a receptionist who hates my guts (and I am sorry about that since I don’t think she was at fault), and a prescription for an antibiotic strong enough to take down an elephant. The knot on my cheek is now about marble size. I feel a lot better and all should be quite well in a day or two. Although, this time I will swallow pills for an extended period to make sure this thing is well and truly gone.

So, if there are any family physicians who would like to set up a new practice with a lot of grateful citizens just waiting to sign up....move here. We need you.

Posted on 11/18/06 at 06:31 PM
 




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