That doesn't jibe with your reality either, huh? The one where you started sneezing when your oldest started preschool, and haven't put down the Kleenex since. The one where you drag yourself to work regularly with a fever because you used all your sick days taking care of the child whose germs you are now battling?
I asked around for doctor recommendations. My hairdresser has an internist she likes, but his office is three towns away. I asked my neighbor who was working in her garden. "The era of personal care in medicine is past," she said, flinging compost too close to my feet. "All the good doctors are leaving medicine. Good luck finding someone you like." I stepped on some of her petunias.