Home visits and other romantic notions
He projected a sepia image of this now extinct creature: a suited man in a homburg hat on his way to visit a patient at home.
He was lamenting the decline of the generalist and, in particular, the unwillingness of modern-day GPs to do home visits.
I was lamenting not having one of those raspberry friands for morning tea, but pricked up my ears with his provocative oration. He’s right, I thought, and recalled a story I had recently heard of a frazzled receptionist talking to a patient on the phone. “House call!” she said. “You’d be lucky to get a phone call!”