In 1990 I became an EMT in rural Maine. We had three docs in the area who came on the calls. They all did house calls, one in particular. He even carried the usual leather doctor bag. And he was so down to earth. Those were special years.
Not sure I mentioned this before, but many of us have much better luck getting our pain meds prescribed by our regular doctor. I did. And after all the stingy prescribing from my OS, after an arthroscopy last fall, he gave me an Rx for 60 percocet where I probably needed 5 or 10. The lesson is that the more they know you, the more comfortable they are prescribing narcotics. They are under a lot of pressure to be super careful prescribing, and of course in many situations they don't know enough about us to know if we're a "seeker" or not. It's laughable because, geez, at 59, are we going to suddenly use our TKR misery to scam the system for drugs??!!!