So the strange primary care physician I had down the block has closed down his practice, which saved me the trouble of leaving. My chiro says nobody knows why he’s leaving; I said I wondered if he was going to jail, and the chiro looked at me. “No, really, he was convicted of assault,” I told him. I looked it up; he’d maced a couple of teenage boys who’d thrown a landscaping sign on his lawn.
I picked my medical records up last week. Now what? My neighborhood is not exactly known for attracting top medical talent.
Coincidentally, I had my acupuncture appointment the next day, and my acupuncturist started raving about the bright young doctor who’d recently moved into the area. So I got a business card, made an appointment and I see her tomorrow. Yay!