When I was a kid in the 50s, doctors would routinely make house calls. Especially if we had something contagious.
I remember my doctor’s locum making a house call for us back in the 60s. My sister & I had pneumonia & my mother gave up her driving licence when my parents moved back to NZ. It (making house calls) was obviously unusual as my parents were so grateful to this young guy.
Same here. It ended sometime in the early '60s.
As for vets, our vet always made house calls - well stable calls, actually, since it was too hard to trailer the horse to see him.
A vet made a surprisingly reasonable home visit for our goat last year. They were from a practice in another town that specialised in farm animals though.
Yes, of course you paid for the service. Do you think little magical pixies sent a cheque to the province on your behalf?
I’m curious about which province you’re in. I grew up in Ontario, and never heard of doctors doing housecalls, and I have a grandfather in another province who refuses to leave the house to see his doctor, and despite my grandmother’s best efforts she hasn’t been able to get the doctor to come see him at their house. This was especially difficult since it took them almost a year to get an appointment with a geriatrician. They do have aides and such who come by occasionally, which is also common in the USA.
ETA: My wife’s OB in Illinois once made a housecall here but I don’t think it’s something she ordinarily does.
So sorry, I meant, of course, it cost us nothing out of pocket, my bad.
Sheesh, tough crowd.
I don’t think the service would have been offered to her, simply for being stubborn or hardheaded. I believe it’s only for those ‘unable’ to get to the Dr’s office. She was entirely bedridden.
Oops, sorry. Didn’t notice your location. In my grandfather’s case, he’s not really being stubborn or hardheaded. He appears to be suffering from depression and anxiety possibly related to mild dementia, but it’s very difficult to have him evaluated or treated since he won’t leave the house.
Sounds like you’re in a catch 22, I think he may have to be assessed before qualifying. My Mother in Law was assessed, in the hospital, after her stroke, making things easier for us.
If depression qualifies, I’ll be very surprised, slippery slopes and all.