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What Happened To Doctor House Calls? | Why Doctors Left Your House

Subscribe: ‪@BeforeItVanished0‬ There was a time when the doorbell rang and the doctor stood on your porch. He carried a black leather bag, wore a suit and hat, and your mother met him at the door the way you would greet family. He came inside, sat on the edge of your bed, and pressed a cold stethoscope to your chest while your mother stood beside him watching. He knew your name. He knew your brother had the same cough last winter. He knew your father's back had been giving him trouble since the factory. He did not check a chart. He just knew, because he had been coming to your house for years. Inside that black bag was everything he needed. A stethoscope, a thermometer, tongue depressors, small glass vials, a blood pressure cuff. It smelled like rubbing alcohol and old leather. In the 1930s a house call cost about five dollars. Some families paid with chickens, pies, or whatever they had. In 1930, forty percent of all doctor-patient encounters were house calls. By 1980, it was less than one percent. Life Magazine captured it in 1948 with its famous Country Doctor photo essay following Dr. Ernest Ceriani through Kremmling, Colorado. Norman Rockwell painted it over and over. Marcus Welby brought it into living rooms on television. It was the image of American medicine that an entire generation grew up believing was permanent. Then specialization split medicine into pieces. Insurance changed how doctors got paid. Medicare in 1965 made office visits more profitable than driving to someone's home. Hospitals grew. Technology moved indoors. The economics made the house call impossible. A doctor who spent thirty minutes driving to see one patient could see four in the same time at the office. Today you sit in a waiting room for an hour to see someone who has never met you, types into a laptop while you talk, and sends you home in eight minutes. The man with the black bag who sat on your bed and knew your whole family is gone. He was not replaced. He was just erased.