(Please note, this is a longer post than usual.) When I was young and became sick, I remember that my mother would bundle me up and drive me across town to the office of our family doctor, a white-haired GP who dispensed medicine from a one-man office, with the assistance of just one receptionist and one nurse. I don’t remember my mother ever calling ahead to make an appointment, we just showed up, put our names on a list, and then waited our turn to see the doctor. What I remember most vividly though, is that the waiting room was always packed with people, and every visit required a…