As a fairly healthy mature person, I’ve come to strongly dislike hospitals and hospital labs that require my blood periodically.  I, of course love  my personal insurance coverage over others.


Although I’ve not discovered a way to avoid the emergency rooms, I think that I can get away from  big hospitals and over-specialized specialists.  My care giver actually calls me on my ground line phone, as so far, I haven’t given her my cell phone or e-mall number as I can’t remember them when in the office, luckily I carry my SS card number.


She’s a nurse practiciiner practicing preventive medicine in relation with an MD and with access to all the specialists  but functioning  indpendently and has all the answers and writes prescriptions after she tells me the good and the harm they might do. So-called primary doctor seem that they'll have more time to talk to me about things sometime in the future, at which time they seem to have even less time.


My doctor, nurse practiciner doctor is part of a team that periodically reviews my medical records.  Therefore, I’m taken off some medicines rather than required to take them for the rest of my life along with additional ones.  I’m told which of my systems are doing all right and which need some attention.


Unlike primary doctors, specialists never promise that they will ever tell you anything because they seem to know that you’re too dumb to understand, that’s why you are you and they are specialists or perhaps they fear that you are likely to give away their unpatented secrets if they talk too much. 


They seldom forget to renew your old prescription for another year it seems, making you feel some obligation for having done so or give you a new one for that purpose and do not fail to remind you to come back within a year, a magic measurement referred to as an  “annual.”  A year later, they are looking into their computer trying to figure out who you are and what you are doing there. 


If you ask whether you’re doing better, he again seems stopped from going somewhere else and with an air of boredom or irritation looks into his computer to figure out, better than what?


I love my new nurse practicianar doctor.  I feel that she’s my kind of doctor.  And she knows who I am.  And she really likes me and wants to see me in best condition. She has set a goal for future and we've set up a plan.   She says I should avoid sugar, starch and alcohol but a little bit won’t hurt.  Imagine, she even leaves me to determine what “a little bit” is.  I don’t ask for a definition.


I’m for a stronger move in this direction away from long corridors and large airport-type waiting rooms, and for doctors who have taken time to study their computers before you come in and have not forgotten to pronounce your name since last time. 


Nurse practicioners are the real doctors of the future and are eventually going to maintain and save the scale of medicine that really works for blood, flesh and bone human beings.   


I’m for more personal doctors, in smaller clinics, well distributed and closer to home, perhaps in a community-type clinic.  Meanwhile, I’m happy with my present personal system.  

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