stop me if you've heard this

An orthopedist, a pediatrician, and a gynecologist walk into a bar.

Well, not a bar.  A medical office.  Right here in our little Ocean City.

Melaque is filled with with general practitioners of varying skill levels.  But, in the past, if you were in need of a medical specialist, a trip to Manzanillo, Puerto Vallarta, or Guadalajara was in your future.

No more.  We are now big time.  The paint is barely dry on the new building near the beach.  So new I was not certain the practice was open.  But I now know at least one of the doctors is seeing patients.

A poster on our local message board is singing the praises of the lame who have been made whole at the hands of the new orthopedist.  "New doctor in town.  Trained by the Navy.  Has traveled the world.  Up to date on the latest technologies.  No pain for the first time in many months."
 

Sounds like a good recommendation to me.  Three years ago the surgeon, who reassembled the jigsaw puzzle that was once my right ankle, could not come up with a single name in Melque or Manzanillo to monitor my recovery.

As The Great Bob told us -- The Times They Are a-Changin'.  And for the better.

I no longer have a need to consult any our new specialists.  The orthopedist is the only one of three that I can ever imagine telling my medical tales.  If I sign up to talk with the other two, there are going to be a lot of very interesting and detailed posts.

And then I can be the guy walking into the office of an orthopedist, a pediatrician, and a gynecologist ...