All right, here’s a reply from the other side of the counter: bite me.
You think the doctor has nothing else to do? Let’s take a look at our doctor’s day, shall we?
4:30: Up to go for his 3-mile run. After all, he can’t prescribe diet and exercise to his fat, lazy patients without practicing what he preaches, can he?
6:30: Breakfast with his wife, a rare luxury.
7:30: Scrubbing for a surgery, the time decided because the patient wanted to have his warts removed before he went on vacation, and refused to listen to the doctor when he asked if an afternoon surgery would be acceptible, since a morning procedure would push all the other patients back an hour. The patient became belligerent, and the doctor was forced to schedule the procedure in order to prevent a physical scene.
9:00: Into the office, an hour late. Other patients are whining because they’ve been “waiting for hours now” even though they showed up at the office at 8 and their appointment isn’t until 10:30.
10:30: Still running an hour behind, since two patients brought their spouses without scheduling them, and one brought all three children for suspected ringworm. All threatened malpractice suits if their unscheduled patients were not seen.
12:00: A representative from Merck has arrived, bearing lunch. She never called the front office staff to let them know she was coming. Emergency phone calls are made, letting family know that the staff/doctor won’t be home for lunch.
1:45: The doctor is still trapped with the Merck rep, who won’t shut up about the new “wonder drug” that he can’t prescribe, since it isn’t covered by many of his patient’s medical plans. Lunch was officially over at 12:15.
3:00: The front office staff and the local police had to deal with a pain-pill junkie who assaulted one of the nurses and the doctor himself when they refused refills on his Vicodin prescrip.
5:00: The office is officially closed, but there are still 5 patients wating, all growing restless and grumbling. The front office staff is beginning to fear a revolt in the waiting room.
7:00: Doc is finally able to leave the office, only to head back to the hospital to make his rounds and assist the local neurosurgeon in a procedure which ends up lasting 6 hours.
Repeat for the next 15 years. And all this WITH the help of nurses and PAs… you’re not so much of a masochist as to want to see how it would go without their assistance, would you?