“We owe our lives to that brilliant little doctor who looked like she was twelve yesrs old. :0)”
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I think I was meant to read this.
I had to change my Medicare plan the first of the year and the new plan has been plaguing me to make a “wellness” visit. (I despise the word “wellness”).
I told my daughter the other night that there was no way that I,at age 84,was going to let some twenty-something lecture me on health.
And then I read your post. Hmmmm ! :-)
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Some of those little millenial doctors are awfully good. The one that saved my husband’s life maybe weighed 100 pounds soaking wet. Seriously, she looked young enough to pass for an eighth grader. :0)