Everyone Loves a Boston Girl

It’s hard to find a good doctor these days. Or any doctor for that matter. I’m not a big fan of mine, who I’ve only been to once. My long-time doctor left so I was forced to see this new woman and I just didn’t click well with her. So when I called in early June for an appointment and they told me I’d have to wait until December to see her, I exclaimed, “that’s OK, find me someone else!” Unfortunately, no doctors had openings until December. So they had to stick me with a nurse practitioner; and even that was a 1.5 month wait. I just don’t get how I can go to one of the best facilities in the country with 450 physicians and not a single one of them has openings until December.

Thank God I’m not dying here or anything. Knock on wood, I visit the doctor once a year for my annual check-up and that’s it. I don’t get sick, really. Never had the flu, never had strep, never had chicken pox, even (don’t worry, I got the vaccine). But what if something happens? Something a nurse practitioner can’t fix. (I’m aware nurse practitioners are excellent and sometimes even more attentive than doctors. However, the last time one took my blood pressure, I was almost rushed to the ER by my doctor because the NP had made a crucial error in reading it). I feel pretty unsafe knowing there’s a 6 month waiting period before I can see a qualified doctor. Maybe I should have gone to med school because apparently we are having a doctor shortage.

Oh, and though this has nothing to do with why I don’t like my doctor, I showed my friend a picture of her and her response was “Susan!! Why would you go to that woman for a doctor???” In my defense, I did not see her picture before I went for my appointment, she was the only one available, and lots of not-so-hot looking people are super smart and probably very capable doctors. With that said: