I've gone to doctor after doctor over the years who have lower IQs than your average sanitation engineer. They memorize and regurgitate stuff during med school (I'll concede that they were good at that) but they can't reason or think for themselves in any way, being as brainwashed about things as the general public.
Most regular family practitioners these days are inept, capable only of doing a physical, prescribing antibiotics, SSRIs, and acid reflux meds ... but anything beyond that they refer to "specialists" because they're in over their head. When I was a kid, I had an accident that required a lot of stitches, and my parents took me to our regular doctor, and he did it right there in his office. Now they send you off immediately to the ER because they are totally inept and can't do it. Family practitioners used to set broken bones, and do all kinds of procedures.
When we were children and stayed with grandma, if we got sick, her Dr. Feinberg made house calls. He literally had a black bag, a reflector headband, wore a lab coat over suit and tie, and came to your bedside. He carried with him a supply of commonly used medications, could stitch up wounds, etc. He attended me when I tripped on the stairs and put my back out. He had me lay on the sturdy kitchen table and snap it back into place. He gave me an injection of a sleeping medicine and left instructions with Grandma to be sure I slept on my back, took two children’s aspirin, and drank chamomile tea before bed. Another time we were at Grandma’s for a week and my youngest sister woke up grumpy, with a flaming red rash all over her body. One look and Grandma knew what was wrong; scarlet fever. Dr. Feinberg was summoned, confirmed the diagnosis, checked the rest of us who hadn’t had it. We were quarantined for two weeks. Back then, it was fun for we kids, except for Ellie. We got out of a week of school, had our food delivered, ate ice cream every night, got to stay up late and watch TV. Nobody else got sick. Up until the 1950s, Dr. Feinberg delivered babies at home, although it was out of vogue after WWII.
Another old-fashioned doctor was Dr. Rylon. I’m sure he used to make house calls although he didn’t by the time we saw him. His office was in his house. His wife was a nurse and his sister, then a daughter a secretary. The waiting room was a regular living room with stuffed furnishings, end tables with magazines, a carpeted floor. There was a cordoned off section with a half door and counter made into the office. He had a private office with desk, bookshelves of medical books, and a well-stocked pipe stand. There were three exam rooms, with old fashioned leather covered exam tables, medical cabinets, doctor’s stool, privacy screen, mismatching wooden chairs, carpeted floor. He was fond of hunting, and had in the waiting area, a stuffed pheasant lamp stand and mounted moose head. Each exam room had a trophy as well, mounted above the exam table, a brown bear, an eight point buck, and a wild boar. I inevitably got sent to the boar room. I can still see it staring at me with glass eyeballs, shiny, shellacked snout and tusks. Dr. Rylon also did it all, a true General practitioner, from prenatal exams to sign the death certificate.
Nobody ever caught “swine flu” from the boar, brucellosis from the bear, or brain wasting disease from the deer or moose! In fact, Dr. Rylon advised us NOT to get the swine flu shot that was rushed through the approval process in 1976. Turns out he was right when patients started showing up with Guillam-Barre Syndrome.
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