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| - Don't let the name fool you. I use the doc at Chandler Accident and Injury Medical Center as my primary care physician. I wasn't seeking out an accident and injury center; rather, some months ago, I felt it time to take advantage of my kick-butt health insurance and finally get a physical, as it had been a few years - and a whole marriage - since my last.
So I'm flipping through my ins. company's Directory of Providers and I come across Dr. Dre. I'm like "Hell yeah! How cool is that? My primary care physician is gonna be motherf#cking Dr. Dre! Biiiotch!" I mean, this made perfect sense to me and would make perfect sense to those who truly know me.
So I schedule an appt for a routine physical, and when I arrive to check in, I find out his name is Dr. Dare. Jeffrey Dare. With an "a." Dammit! (Note: When I got home after my appt, I checked my directory again. Sure enough, it said Dr. Dare. I guess it was just the O.G. in me that was trying to manifest a hip hop gangsta healthcare experience. After all, you can take the man outta the West Side, but you can't take the Wessiyeed outta the man). Anyway, I came to like Dr. Dare right away. Again, he runs the accident and injury center, but it's also a full family practice.
He's a D.O. (an Osteopath), which I like, and he's also fairly young, which I also like. Somehow that makes me feel like he's more up-to-date on things (which may not be valid at all - it's just my take on youngish docs. Just a personal preference). And we're not talking Doogie Howser young; I mean, he's probably my age. Not that I'm any spring chicken, but I feel like I'd be kinda' young to be a D.O., M.B.A., M.S.B.S., etc. (All of which he is). Besides that, he has a real gentle touch. Sorta' like Dallas G after about six Ketel One and sodas and twenty minutes in the hot tub.
I received a comprehensive physical, was referred out for labs, then invited back to review the results. Turns out I'm in perfect health. Love that! I've been a couple more times to visit Dr. Dare for minor illnesses, most recently the flu. I always feel very comfortable talking with him and feel like he's a good listener and respects my take on things, too. You see, I'm that annoying patient who's always trying to self-diagnose and prescribe stuff to myself because I used to be married to a diva medical student and, somehow, I think that makes me a medical student or something. But Dr. Dare is good at explaining his view and keeping me from smoking an ounce of medical grade to this. Or that. Or from taking some other homeopathic remedy I may have come across on the interweb.
I have to take a star away because of two things. The facility itself is pretty basic; I would even say dated. If you're looking for some flashy office with a bad-ass fish tank and Thomas Kinkade (or Arizona Highways) pictures framed everywhere, this isn't it. But the quality of the doctor's care is more important to me than a bunch of Successories hanging on the wall, so I can overlook this. Pero, my one real annoyance is that there seems to be a revolving door of office help. It's almost like the practice serves as some sort of work study place for health care students at local colleges maybe? Just a guess. All I know is that on various occasions, the office gals (who are always different) either forget to weigh me or take my blood pressure, or in the case of my recent flu, they even swabbed the wrong dude's throat in the next room while I was waiting to have mine done in order to confirm the doc's diagnosis. The best was when one of the gals walked in on me and the doc without knocking while he was mid-examination of my man parts. I think she saw more Joker than she probably thought she'd see that day while driving to work that morning.
In summary I give Dr. Dare, the man, five stars, but I give the practice three stars. So overall ... a four star experience. And that's something I can smoke an ounce to (if only I could get a prescription for it).
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