There’s a doctor shortage, in case you hadn’t noticed. And it’s likely to get worse as a result of Obamacare:
This disease can be traced back to 1997, when Congress, anticipating a doctor surplus, included a section in its budget-balancing law that froze the number of Medicare-sponsored residency positions.
But instead of a surplus, a shortage soon developed, and has worsened over the years, now reaching epidemic proportions. The Association of American Medical Colleges Center for Workforce Studies just reported an anticipated shortage of 90,000 doctors of all kinds over the next decade, with half of them being primary care physicians and the other half surgeons and specialists…[What’s more,] the new health care law, known ironically as the Affordable Care Act, is promoting and extending the kind of low co-pay and low deductible insurance that is easy to overuse, overwhelming doctors further and leading to an upward spiral of health care costs.
I recently had the need to change my primary care doctor, and let me tell you it wasn’t easy to find a new one. Helpful friends gave me names of doctors they knew and liked, but when I called the offices, I got the repetitive answer: not taking new patients, and no idea if or when they ever will.
And I’m not even a Medicare recipient. I hear that for them it’s worse, and getting lousier all the time.
It reminds me a bit of the old Soviet system, where a person could go to a restaurant and see a menu that was largely delusional. That’s the stuff we would be serving, the stuff we’d like to serve—if we had it, which we don’t. What’s actually on the menu? Well, there are the potatoes. And then there’s the potatoes. And oh, have we told you we have potatoes?
My doctor problem was solved, for now, by the intervention of a friend who knew a certain doctor well, and who pleaded with him to make a kind exception and take me on as a new patient, which he did. When I arrived at the office, the receptionist was stunned when I told her I was here as a new patient, “Wow, you’re very lucky. He’s a wonderful doctor, but he’s generally not taking any new…”
This particular doctor is in his early 60s, and I’m starting to hope he doesn’t want to retire any too soon. I’m not eager to enter the doctor fray again in a few years. By then, who knows how tough it might be? I got a foretaste today because I’ve also been dealing (unsuccessfully so far, I might add) with trying to phone the DMV to ask a simple question.
Good luck, I know. Fifteen phone numbers and an hour or two later, I’m still waiting for an answer.


