The phrase “house call” conjures up nostalgia for an era most of us have never experienced, painted with cheerful and tender Norman Rockwell–style strokes. The avuncular physician, likely a man,… Click to show full abstract
The phrase “house call” conjures up nostalgia for an era most of us have never experienced, painted with cheerful and tender Norman Rockwell–style strokes. The avuncular physician, likely a man, clad in a crisp suit, with a capacious leather satchel filled with tinctures of now-illegal substances clinking in glass bottles. The cherubic child clad in a white nightgown, tucked under a patchwork quilt, curls against the pillow, clutching a beloved doll. The worried parent, likely a woman, hovering over the bedside with a cool compress against the fevered forehead.
               
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