:: I found one! ::

Those of you who do not live in Quebec, or more specifically the greater Montreal region might not understand or share my enthusiasm for the subject of this particular blogpost, so rather than waste your time, why not sideways surf over to one of the excellent real blogs listed over there in my links?

You still here? Okay then maybe you can get it.

Guess what?

I found one today. I found a member of that increasingly rare and probably endangered species of professional supposedly indigenous to Quebec.

You know...I found a doctor. A real, honest-to-goodness family doctor. Five minutes drive from my home and my office. A woman.

And the kicker? She's taking new patients. Yippee!!

" and now we do the dance of joy... " as Balki would say.

Oh, and despite being from the east of the province, where the English language is very rarely heard, she speaks my preferred language perfectly!

Yippee!

My three year saga of thumbing through the Yellow Pages, endlessly dialing numbers, relentlessly querying new people I've met for the name of their doctor, mercilessly interrogating any nurse/specialist/pharmaceutical sales rep I came across for their little black books -- all of it, over.

It wasn't even through my own efforts in the end. That's the funny bit. It was my husband's doing.

How so? well, my hubby just happened to mentioned absently one day to a guy he works with that we hadn't found a family doctor yet. And that guy just happened to have been at the CLSC that weekend and just happened to have asked about family doctors taking new patients and the CLSC just happened to have a handy list of new doctors who are taking new patients and the guy just happened to have the list with him at the office! Hubby quickly photocopied it and brought it home and sort of dropped it on my lap, no muss, no fanfare, no "yippee" attitude, just sort of "oh...yeah...here you go...

*head shake*

So I'm now doctored up. Weird how much safer it feels now, this life with a family doctor. I now have a name to put into those little blank boxes on certain kinds of forms.

Now if only I could find a good hairdresser...