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Rx for Distress, Part 2

drnickThank you for all of your wonderful and supportive comments on my previous post. I’m glad, but also sad, to see that I’m not alone. I hope some good can come from sharing these exasperating experiences.

On to more things that dimwitted doctors do that make us feel like we’d rather light ourselves on fire and jump out a window than go to another doctor’s appointment!

Joking about my illness. The only time this is acceptable is immediately after I’ve joked about it myself. Otherwise, it’s just plain awkward and makes you look like a complete idiot. When I moved to Virginia, Medicaid assigned a doctor to me based on his proximity to my home. Medicaid is notorious for assigning people to the shittiest doctors on the planet. I have always had to hunt down a good one and ask Medicaid to change it in their records. Despite my better judgment, I decided to give this guy a chance. How bad could he be? After ten minutes of no eye contact, no understanding, no compassion, and no progress, he asked me whether or not I was employed. I told him no, that my symptoms kept me from doing much outside the home. Boy, was that a mistake! He insinuated that I was not as sick as I thought I was, and he proceeded to argue with me for several minutes. Then, he produced this gem, “Well, maybe you could join the circus, then.” I never went back there again.

Laziness. Getting out of bed and walking around my house takes an enormous amount of effort and takes a lot out of me. Even when I’m feeling my best, I only feel well enough to sit up at the computer for very short periods of time. I spend most of my time in bed or on the couch. That being said, you can imagine how hard it is for me not only to get out of the house to make it to an appointment, but also to have to sit up for extended periods of time just waiting to be seen. I make a significant effort to be presentable and pleasant for you, so I expect you to make a significant effort to listen, respond, and provide treatment, or at least support or suggestions, to me. Glancing at my chart for two seconds (or not at all) and then telling me you can’t help me after ordering no tests, asking few or no questions, and making no suggestions is absolutely, completely deplorable! Doctors overbook, that’s an unfortunate fact. If I’m only going to get five minutes with you, I want those five minutes to be productive. I understand that most of my conditions are incurable and have few, if any, treatment options. If there is absolutely nothing you can do for me, at least be apologetic about it, “I know you went out of your way and took time out of your day to come see me. I’m very sorry that there’s nothing I can do for you. I wish there was something I could do to help.” It’s better than saying nothing, and it shows that you might just give a damn after all.

Stay tuned for the next edition of Rx for Distress, including such subjects as: Lying, bullshitting, or taking me for a ride; being overly negative or overly positive; and nasty nurses, sucky staff, and other nincompoopery.

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Rx for Distress, Part 1

Dr. NickLet’s talk about doctors, shall we? I’ll leave out the good and instead focus on the bad and the ugly. Over the next few posts, I’ll be sharing what, in my opinion, makes a Dr. Nick (the malpracticing doctor from The Simpsons). These clinical catastrophes are frighteningly common and should have most patients heading for the hills. I encourage you to share your stories, opinions, and experiences, any of which might be used in future posts.

I’ll start with the simplest, yet most commonly perpetrated, blunder.

Consistently misdispronounciating my name or the name of my illness. My name is not Iona, Mona, Ramona, or Naomi, and I do not have Hurler’s syndrome. I can understand mispronouncing my name or the name of my illness the first time we meet. After that, getting my name or the name of my illness wrong just shows me that you cannot be bothered to take the time or make the effort to learn about me. If you cannot be bothered to take the time or make the effort to learn about me, then you obviously cannot be bothered to take the time or make the effort to treat me.

Now, I’ll move along to a situation that can kill a doctor-patient relationship in an instant.

Assuming that I can’t possibly know anything because I’m “just a patient.” Unfortunately, because my conditions are rare, I can’t count on my doctors to know everything, or anything, about them. This means that I do a lot of educating whenever I go to the doctor. This education, however, only works when the doctor is open to receiving it. Here’s a newsflash to many doctors: Graduating from medical school does not give you an excuse to not listen to or learn from your patients. You don’t always know what is best for every patient, and you definitely don’t know everything, so it is completely unacceptable to insist that you do. My GP wanted me to see a rheumatologist to get his opinion on how to best manage my condition. I was reluctant to go because I have yet to have an experience with a rheumatologist that could possibly qualify as decent. I wasn’t given a choice – it was see the rheumatologist or have my pain medication taken away. I saw him once before and knew he wasn’t that great, so I brought my mom with me. It made absolutely no difference. He kept asking me why I didn’t do the physical therapy he recommended (because I couldn’t) and telling me that I’d be fine if I just walked 2-3 miles every day! Mom and I tried to disagree with him as politely as we could, but to no avail. He just kept repeating himself, only LOUDER and s-l-o-w-e-r. It’s very hard to piss my mom off, but even she stood up and headed for the door before the doctor was finished berating us. He continued to spout incorrect information about EDS and how to manage it, and tried to convince me that starting pain management would be the biggest mistake I ever made. He was wrong – about everything. Doctors like this one should retire, immediately.

Be on the lookout for the next installment of Rx for Distress for even more medical mayhem.

SPEAK UP! What do doctors, nurses, or other medical “professionals” do that makes your blood boil? Share your stories and opinions and they may be used in future posts!

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