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I have been fretting lately about the fact that I no longer have a doctor. She left town. And according to recent reportage, the recruiters can’t get any of the candidates for this doctor’s replacement to commit to Macomb.

As soon as I heard a rumor that my doctor was leaving, I started calling around town, trying to be like one of those people who is Proactive and Plans Ahead. But every place I called told me they weren’t taking any new patients.

I can’t extend my search too far or wide because I’m on an HMO—and because finding out if I can see a doctor in a nearby town would require me to locate my insurance-benefits manifesto-ish materials and actually try to read them and makes sense of them, which, I mean, hello. I’m not, like, a rocket surgeon.

But anyway, at least now I know I’m not alone.

According to this story from the Peoria Journal-Star, I am among as many as 5,000 people in Macomb now without a doctor. I had no idea one doctor could have such a huge caseload. Guess that opened my eyes.

Speaking of eyes, let’s just hope I can safely get through the year without, say, ending up with a wood sliver in one of them like that time I got injured out of the blue just walking down the street in Galesburg!

(Yeah, that’s the kind of klutz I am. I attract wood shavings to my eyeballs just by being outdoors, several blocks away from a construction site.)

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