Boiler's family doctor (until leaving Indiana three months back), would still stitch up my kids. I've recently chosen a new family doctor in my Wisconsin home town, although I've not visited him yet. I suspect that he's not used to treating New Yorkers who get into a hissy fit at the first sight of blood.
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Originally posted by: DonDiego
Things were better in the good old days.
When DonDiego was a tyke, . . . pre-kindergarten, . . . he was riding his tricycle without any safety equipment, because there was no safety equipment, . . . and he came down a hill and onto-and-over the sidewalk, and hit an exposed rainwater drain and went head-over heals over his handlebars, . . . and split his chin open on the concrete curb.
There was bleeding, . . . and bleeding, . . . and bleeding. Poor old DonDiego and his little friends walked home and his Mom couldn't tee if his mouth was busted and he was missing teeth or what. Anyway, she drove poor busted-up, little DonDiego to the doctor 'cross town. (There were 2 family doctors in town; everybody in town went either to Doctor Filipek or Doctor Deibert.) DonDiego's doctor was Dr. Filipek, and he was 'cross town.
Anyway, it turned out all that was needed was to sew up his busted chin with a few stitches. (Even old-man DonDiego still has the scars.)
And that is what family doctors did in the Olden Days.
Whatever happened to family doctors ?
Whatever happened to the Good Old Days ?
postcript: Some few years ago the last poor old DonDiego had heard Dr. Filipeck, well into his 90s, still had an office where he held office hours a few days a week. The general opinion of the townsfolk is that the chief reason he did so was to be able to have a steady flow of prescription medications available for his personal use.
Oh, well, . . . since he patched up little DonDiego, even though he did leave some scarring, old DonDiego says leave him alone - he ain't hurting' nobody. The townsfolk seem to agree.
