Nope, Sherrine, not surprised at all!
You may remember how I'd sing the praises of my wonderful internist years ago...the dr who diagnosed me with Fibro back in 1993. He'd listen thoroughly, look at all my records, discuss the latest research. Talked to me like one human being to another. He also looked for the cheapest and safest treatments. I trusted him implicitly. Very compassionate, and what a sense of humor! My husband even liked him.
Well, he changed drastically about
7 years ago, once he left his solo practice and became part of the huge medical complex we're now stuck in. He suddenly had to keep to those strict timetables and stopped listening or, seemingly, caring. He also got a near-fatal infection which kept him in the hospital for months, so we had to pick a new PCP (she's okay, very much head-in-the-computer the whole time.) He's back, but so different that we're not going back to him.
My hubby will be 65 next month and on Medicare. Of course, he almost never goes to the doctor for anything...the really big change will be when I turn 65 (January of 2020.) I can't wait!
I'm glad you've got such good doctors. They do still exist!!
Debbie