This used to happen in the smaller town I used to live in. There were no PCPs accepting new patients, so they only way to get in and not have to drive 60-90 miles to the next town(s) over, was for someone to moce or die so you could get their spot. The going (morbid) joke was to ask "who was his doctor?" Once a whole van full of people from a church went through a guard rail, plummeted a few hundred feet and they all died. People were actually excited about the number of openings this translated into. When we were moving our family of 9 out of the area, more than one person asked me whom we had been seeing fro primary care so they could try to get in!
Years ago when we lived in NYC, we used to read the obits to see who died so we might get their rent controlled apartment on the Upper East side, lol.
It's pretty much the same thing.
Plus, few of us are willing to see chronic pain patients, so that makes you
that much more desirable! You are
the Upper East side!