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    The Doctor Search*

    It’s almost that time again: the dreaded yearly check-up. For the last six years I’ve made my yearly pilgrimage to the doctor’s office for a physical and other lovely exams that shall remain nameless. I don’t know why, but I’ve never felt comfortable in a doctor’s office. I’ve never had a “bad” experience so I’m not entirely sure where it comes from. We had a wonderful family doctor in the Great White North, though once we moved south it was several years between visits. As I entered my twenties, I knew a general check-up was in order. Luckily, our university campus had very nice doctors that were always on staff,…