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I have to say that in all the years that I have gone to doctors, our present doctor and the office are quite pleasant. But it was not always that way. Our current doctor simply does not have a fit over things we do not do. He believes that we are grown adults, subject to feelings and needs. When it is necessary, he is quite persuasive. My husband had a small, persistent pain that he could not shake. We ended up at the doctor’s office thinking that he might have a pill or some suggestion. He did. We went to the hospital where my husband’s appendix was removed and fairly quickly. If he had not gotten there when he did…well, it would not have worked out well. Due to our doctor’s swift diagnosis and insistence that he go to the hospital, my husband is still here.
There have been other doctors over the years. You know the ones. Nice, chatty, willing to be your best friend…until you don’t do what they want. Then they become Godzilla on steroids. It turns into a trial to see them. Even though their office staff love to give out promotional pens and calendars, their attitude truly does not fit what a doctor’s office should be. One doctor we went to was very good..at the beginning. He was thorough, friendly, compassionate and understanding. Somewhere along the line, we questioned a diagnosis he made. We were then considered a pariah. After that, it was uncomfortable and difficult. He even had me do a test that was not relevant to my problem at a time when I was very sick. The test required me standing for a period of time, a mammogram. I was dizzy and unsure of myself. Eventually, I realized that I had an infection. He finally got around to treating it. What it took to get us to leave was when he was on vacation, I needed a new prescription for some meds he was writing for me. I had no idea that the level of med was toxic to me. Found that out when I asked and the nurse practitioner told me that I can’t have that much. (It was for stomach problems) I insisted that she was wrong because the DOCTOR was writing it that way. Had I known it at the time, I should have sued him for giving me the meds at that level. It was hurting me a lot.
Other doctors seem to be fine, compassionate, able to sit with you for some time, not rushing out the door right after you have sat for two hours, getting to see him for all of two minutes…..until the HMOs get them. At that point, find another doctor no matter what you think of that one. I am telling you, it will only end in tears (quote from Anastasia, the animated movie, but appropriate). One doctor that did end up in the clutches of the HMOs worked himself literally to death. He was the one that could only stay in the room for a couple minutes since he was in such a rush each and every day.
Not all doctors are created equal. Not all are compassionate, have a sense of humor and are really good. Some are just there to fit the image of the parents, want to be king/queen of all he/she surveys, love the god complex that goes with it and other things like that. Do the research. Find the one that’s totally right for you. If you happen to live in a rural area like we do, check out each one of the doctors. Find someone that everyone else likes, especially the older folks. They will tell you like it is. Some people believe that as they get older, they have the right to say what they like. That’s the person to see regarding your next doctor.
So, it is never REALLY pleasant to go to the doctor but it can be less aggravating as long as the office people are nice, pleasant and helpful. As long as the doctor does not feel he/she knows it all. I find it refreshing to have a doctor that says he does not know but has someone in mind who would. That is worth it’s weight in gold!
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