As a child in Reading MA when I was sick, Dr. Halligan came to the house. He looked like an oversized leprechaun with thick glasses. He had a well-worn, black leather bag containing thermometer, stethoscope, and a black, rectangular case that zipped. Inside were tubes of little pills. One was baby blue, another soft beige.
House calls ended when I was a teenager UNTIL I had breast cancer in Switzerland. A nurse came to my house each day to give me a shot at 16 CHF ($20) a visit payable on my insurance.
When I fell in Southern France and needed 9 stitches in my head, a nurse came to my house each day to clean them until they were removed.
When Rick was walking Sherlock one morning, he met a woman, a vet, whose practice was all house calls. She gave him her card.
Sherlock has been having skin problems. He has had tummy problems for all his eight years. Although we love our French and Swiss vets we decided to give her a try.
Today she arrived at our door and whisked out her computer and quickly gathered all the necessary information. She made friends with Sherlock, approved most of the Swiss/French vets' recommendations but also made a few adjustments while making suggestions we haven't tried. She will be back next week for follow-up.
Will it work?
Stay tuned. Film at 11.
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