There are basically two doctors in town. An older one and a younger one.
We tried both. Stuck with the old one. He's our age.
Thanks to the spring bloom and the havoc it has created with the girls sinus' we've been to see the doc more often than we'd like.
C got a spring fever with the high temps and symptoms that moved from her nose to her throat, to her chest. We ended up at the docs for some of the pink anti-B.
A few days later, we get a knock at the side entrance and were surprised to see our Doctor behind the door curtains.
"Just walking by and wanted to check on C to see how she was feeling."
Turns out our family practice, HMO accepting, educated-at-a-big-university-and-moved-to-a-small-town doctor, lives two houses away, on the next block. He walks by our house on his daily walks.
Almost 42-years old and this was my first ever house call.
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