Grandma J doesn't know if she ever told you how she fired her primary care doctor back in February of 2008, but right after she said "you're fired", he left his HMO and retreated to another state where he originally came from.
Grandma J didn't fire him because he was a bad doctor, but because he called her controlling. In your wildest imagination, could you ever envision Grandma J being controlling? OK, scratch that question.
No amount of subservient behavior from Grandma J could convince the good Dr. that she was not controlling, so she conceded and proved him right in her best Donald Trump voice....
So, fast forward a year, and Grandma J jumps ship and leaves the HMO for a private practice primary care doctor because her insurance is portable and Lord knows Grandma J's whole life is pretty portable.
AND.......This is basically what Grandma J wanted from the get-go when she arrived in Central Texas.
Now, she is willing to share her secret on finding the perfect primary care physician. Are you getting excited?
1. Stub your toe on the bleachers at a youth baseball game, and be sure to scream at the top of your lungs.
2. Just in case
3. Smile gratefully when one of the fathers
4. Fast forward to another ball game when you find yourself conversing with the same father. Asking him if he takes your insurance. He says yes.....then asking him if he's a doctor.
Grandma J makes an appointment with the father-turned-doctor upon her return from Blogfest. It's nice because he knows Grandma J's middle daughter, and Dr. Bob, the orthopedic surgeon who is
All this means is Grandma J has come full circle. And that means she
The icing on the cake........none of those annoying magazines in the examing room. You know, Parents, Baby, and AARP. This doctor has other stuff. Yes sireeeee......
Toys, sports toys for Grandma J to play with......
I love the examining gowns too!
And on the wall? Oh, yes!! A-Ron's Christmas present!