The Doctor I wrote about.

 The doctor I wrote about in 2018, whom I was none to fond of, continued to be less than nurturing.  I kept swearing I was going to change, but never quite got to it, prior to the pandemic. I managed to get done what I mostly needed, but ran into a billing problem for annual blood tests because of a lack of diagnostic codes on the work request. I had to call back and forth between Medicare, the lab billing people, and my doctor’s office at length over weeks, and was not amused by the lack of substantive response from the office. I swore I would change doctors as soon as the billing was settled. Then I had mammograms that led to ultrasounds, which led to biopsies. Fortunately that all came out fine, and I waited to make sure the billing was not a problem. That finally happened, and I went in for a visit to get my refills and then look into switching. She was remarkably warm and fuzzy and seems on top of her game, which I found slightly confusing. Then I got the letter this week that she was leaving the practice. Of course she is. No wonder she was so cheery. So, now we will see whom I am offered. Fun times.