I used to have a lovely physician in my life. He was caring, thorough, always a great listener. Somehow he seemed above the life most of us lesser mortals live. He ran every morning, was someone who truly practiced what he preached. I could never even imagine him eating a Magnum ice cream bar. He was perfection itself. I could also never understand why he and his exquisitely beautiful wife suddenly divorced, after a seemingly lovely marriage.
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Some things are hard when you move after being in a community for a long time. It's hard to find groups of new friends. Going to a new hairdresser is a huge leap of faith. But sometimes finding a new doctor is one of the bigger challenges out there. I was pleased when a doctor I didn't know agreed to be my family general practitioner.
He's too laid back
You feel like a non-person
Hygiene
Uhhhhhh,” he said.
Exiting
“I'm leaving this guy,” I reported to dearly beloved. “Can't take this any more.”
“Uhhhhh” he said.
Isn't she lovely?
She had one condition. I was to make a half hour appointment so that we could talk and she could know all about me. “Otherwise,” she said, “how could I possibly help you?” Dr Sloppy had one half sentence on my computer record. That's who I was to him.