Dr. McSoda

Over the last year or so I'd been contemplating switching our primary care physician. I hate filling out paperwork though. But my itch for a switch came when our normal PCP converted half of his practice to cosmetic procedures and it then became much easier to get Botox injections then a Z-Pack. There's my sign...oh and I should clarify I don't get Botox either.

So, I was ever so pumped when a new doctor's office building opened up so unbelievably close to my home I could crawl to it the next time a sinus infection decides to rear it's ugly head. Oh happy day. I called to set up some physicals as a meet and greet and they were so precious and sweet on the phone. I nearly kissed them through the phone when they told me I'd always see the doctor. What a REAL doctor? I'm sold.

We showed up our filled out paperwork in tow and y'all are gonna fall off your chairs when I tell you this. They asked if we'd like a coke. Say what? "Someone pick boy up off the ground". Sold, where do we sign up.

With the physical I had some blood drawn and with this fancy new doctor's office and it's free cokes comes a brand new nurse. Bless her heart. She was shaking and then I was shaking and then she couldn't find a vein and then she did and then she decided to count to 3 when she was going to put the needle in and I'm sitting there praying she'll stop counting to 3 because the room is getting smaller by 2 and by 3 she might have to pick me up off the ground.

After 3 failed attempts and some mighty bruises on my arm we decided we'd do this over a free coke another day...like a year or more practice.

And that's how I found my new doctor and his free cokes.