“Doc, we’re moving.” He looked crestfallen. Almost sad.
Try not to look happy, try not to look happy, try not to look happy….
“Oh, we are going to miss you terribly around here! But I bet it is going to be a great opportunity.”
He perked up. “Yes! It is a promotion, more money.”
Every time he entered our clinic he was disruptive. Ugly to the staff. Over the top demanding. Flat out mean. For the life of me, I could not figure out why he kept coming back because at each visit he told me my staff was awful. He had been torturing us for over five years now.
“Say, Doc, do you know any doctor you could recommend there? Someone of your… caliber?” He looked hopeful.
In truth, I did know someone. I had been in residency with them. However, I liked them.
I scrunched up my face, pretending to think. Then I shook my head. “Nooooo. I cannot think of anyone you might like. So sorry.”
Quickly, I printed out his patient summary, his last labs, immunization record, and any important imaging he had had so he could take it with him to his new doctor. It always made my life easier when new patients brought these things. His new doctor was going to need all of the help they could get.
Maybe he would be nicer to them? I sincerely hoped so.