Like most, it depends on a host of factors, though nobody from JHU is going to be located in my little town. We also don’t have much choice, if any, where to go if you want to stay in town. And generally, if you need anything important, you go out of town.
I like(d) my ob-gyn. but she is so hard to see. Appointments are made 1 year in advance, and if you have to change it; it gets pushed out 6 months. And 2/3 of the time she needed to reschedule and then soon you’re looking at 2-3 years between appointments. So I switched to a NP if the office. I love her. She takes my concerns seriously and will do any test to make me feel better. She didn’t go to a school that I’ve heard of.
For colonoscopies, we go out of town. The one place in town is definitely not recommended. H asked the scheduling person who they would have work on their mom, and that is how we got our doctor. I really like him though I don’t know where he went to school.
H’s cancer doctor is at Wake Forest. I looked up where she went, but it didn’t ring any bells. But we LOVE her. We love how calming she is to us, but at the same time explains everything at a level that we can understand. Not too dumb, not too scientific. Shes a gazillion times better than the local oncologist who we first saw that wouldn’t answer any questions, mumbled and basically told him to drink green tea and read a book.
For my knee meniscus surgery, definitely didn’t want that in town. My PT recommended the place out of town. I looked up doctors and chose one that was an Ironman triathlete. I am/was a serious runner and wanted someone who understood that. His school is very recognizable though I don’t even know what T14 is in med schools. It might make it. I loved him and he also did H’s hip. His bedside manner is Very matter of fact, no chit chat, but very efficient. But he’s very big in getting you doing everything you used to and want to do. That is what we needed in that circumstance.
When older S was born, we had one practice with 3 pediatricians. One was elderly and part time. He was the best, but impossible to get a sick visit appointment with. One made major misdiagnoses that I knew of, was very goofy and creepy and would hit on the moms with big boobs. When younger S was 1 week old and admitted to the hospital for RSV, he was on call. He told me “your baby is sick, but I’ve seen sicker” and walked out the door. That was it. Nothing else. The new pediatrician who I liked came on duty the next day and told me everything.
But the final guy… I don’t care where he went to school, he had the WORST bedside manner. He thought everyone in the town was beneath him. First time S was sick his office told me to bring him in. All the doctor did was curse me out, telling me how stupid and what an idiot I was for bringing this baby in. 50 year old me would give him a piece of my mind back, but I was a scared 25 year old and in tears. If he was the on call doctor, he either would not return your calls or curse you out on the phone for being stupid to call. So yes, bedside manner DOES matter. I loathe this guy. Ironically, a few years ago he would come into the gym. He was in his 80s by then. You could tell he recognized me and wanted to talk. No freaking way. I don’t think I could have stopped myself from cussing him out and being mean to an elderly person just isn’t right. God he was awful though.