At the end of 2015, my primary care doctor closed his office to relocate to the east coast. I was sad, because I really liked his attitude and his emphasis on better dietary and lifestyle choices for health issues instead of prescription drugs.
The hospital he was affiliated with sent out a letter announcing his relocation. Along with the letter was a sheet that listed several suggested physicians. Shortly after that I happened to be in the doctor's office and I asked him which of the suggested ones he'd recommend. On the way out of the office I signed the form to have my records transferred to that new office.
Hubby Tony also had to switch but he chose a different physician. He came back from his initial visit with the new doctor with a glowing report. In the meantime, I was having trouble setting up an appointment. The first time I tried to call the new office they couldn't find my records, and a couple of days when I tried to call again it went to voice mail and was never returned. After that I ended up changing my mind and opting for Tony's doctor.
Today was my first appointment. This doctor likes patients to bring in all their medicine bottles so they can verify what the patient is taking. I don't have any prescriptions, but my collection of supplements was enough to fill a small shopping bag. There were the Costco-sized bottles of calcium and Vitamin D3 (to help absorb that calcium), smaller bottles of Vitamin B-12 (because I don't eat much meat), black cohosh (for hot flashes) and a couple of kinds of digestive enzymes (that were suggested by my chiropractor).
When I was filling out paperwork in the waiting room I had to list everything, including dosage and how often I took each. There were several other patients in the room and it was slightly embarrassing to pull out the bottles.
Five years ago today: Zoom