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My Amazing GP

I finally go to consult with my doctor yesterday. It's his office that's terrible - not him. I love my doctor. I have had a great many doctors in my life and have had none I would say that about, but my doctor is the best! He in no uncertain terms, saved my husband's life with a house call. Yes, that's right - I said a HOUSE CALL. A little over a year ago, my husband was very ill for about a week with a scorching fever. He would not go to the doctor. Five days in, I convinced him to go. Dr Van Wyk (my doctor) was unavailable and we saw one we didn't know who didn't lay a hand on Wayne to even take his temperature. By only speaking to him, he came to the conclusion that Wayne had a bladder infection. He gave him a cup to pee in, told him to call in 2 days for the results and sent us on our way. The next day, Wayne asked me to call an ambulance. I knew it was bad because Wayne waited 5 days to even go to the doctor (he doesn't do doctors)
I've never called an ambulance in my life. I tried to keep my cool. I called 999 (911 in the US) and then called a friend to babysit and my in-laws to tell them to make their way as soon as possible. 15 Minutes later, a paramedic came to the door and started by complaining that he had trouble finding our house. He spoke to Wayne, took his temperature, did a quick exam and told us that it was not an emergency and that we could go and wait at the ER with everyone else. At which point, I slammed the door in his face.
I immediately called my doctor's office in a state of complete panic. It was 10 minutes before they were due to close. I explained the situation to the receptionist. She said they were about to close, but she'd tell Dr. Van Wyk. A few minutes later, Dr. Van Wyk called me back. I explained and he responded with, 'I'll be right there'. He was here IN MY HOUSE within 20 minutes. He did a quick exam, told us to call a taxi and had Wayne admitted to the hospital over the phone. By the next morning, my husband had emergency surgery for a burst appendix. He was septic and in the hospital for nearly 2 weeks and out of work for 3 months. If not for Dr. Van Wyk, Wayne would probably not be here (which may explain why I love my doctor).
Dr. Van Wyk isn't like any doctor I have ever known. He calls me once a month to monitor my condition. He has researched medications & treatments and has gotten me two different specialists determined to get me the right one. He called yesterday and we had a lengthy conversation. He apologized for the medication fiasco, gave me a few new medications (1 to help me through the start of my personal training sessions) and asked I put off starting with the trainer another week - just to get my flare up under control first. I was disappointed, but re-scheduled the training. I trust Dr. Van Wyk to know what's best for me and am so grateful to have him.

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