And now I am more thankful than ever that I have never had a bad doctor I can recall.

I had all of one bad resident, who didn't write anything down, treated me as if I were a dumb little girl, and was generally annoying the life from me. Then - oh - then the physician asked him very cheerfully where his notes were. She then did the 'check=up run-down' with me instead of him, and he looked incredibly lost.

Sweet.

Hopefully, he got a clue, or he ain't gonna make it at that hospital.