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If you prick me, do I not bleed?
Apparently not — but it may depend on the phlebotomist
If I were choosing a doctor today, there are several fine choices in Shelbyville with whom I’d be completely comfortable— including my Dad’s doctor.
But when my family first moved to Bedford County in the early 1970s, my parents had a bad experience with a local doctor and started taking my siblings and me to a pediatrician in Murfreesboro. When I needed a physical for college, I went to that pediatrician’s father, who was a general practitioner and the founder of the clinic where they both worked. A few years after college, the first time I needed a doctor as an independent adult, I called for an appointment and discovered that the father had retired, and the clinic assigned me to a new physician, only a few years older than me. I’ve been with him ever since, even though he’s long since left that clinic for his own practice.
I’m happy with my doctor, and not really interested in changing at this stage of my life. But I now see him at least twice a year — and it’s not so much that I mind driving to Murfreesboro for the actual doctor visit, but it’s inconvenient to drive to Murfreesboro a few days before my appointment just to have blood drawn for my fasting blood work.
