I’ve been anemic several times in my life. I noticed that I was having the symptoms so I told my acupuncturist. My acupuncturist requested that I get a blood panel confirming and, like an idiot, I went to my doctor. They told me to step on the scale and I said “No thank you” which always gets us off to a rockin’ start. The nurse opened my folder and her eyes went wide (I assume that my previous doctor had made notes about the cholesterol test debacle (which you can read about in my blog post “A Tale of Two Cholesterol Tests”). Regardless, whatever she read shook her so much that she forgot to take my blood pressure. She left, the doctor entered and that’s where the fun starts.
Doctor: What seems to be the problem?
Me: I think I’m anemic, I’m having the following symptoms….
Doctor: At your weight, it’s diabetes. Lose 50 pounds and come back.
Me: (remaining calm) I’m happy to entertain that as a possibility, but I’m going to want a blood test to confirm.
Doctor: (handing me a diet and exercise sheet) It’s really not necessary, no matter what is wrong with you, you’ll feel a lot better if you lose 50 pounds.
Me: Be that as it may, I’m going to insist on a blood test. It’s not like I’m asking you to pay for it. Also, this exercise sheet says that I should start by walking 10 minutes a day. I currently work out about 20 hours a week so should I stop all that and substitute a brisk walk? It would certainly save me a lot of time, but I doubt it would have the intended results.
Doctor: (sighing heavily and looking at me as if I’m a definitely a liar) Fine, I’ll do the test.
I wait, he comes back.
Doctor: Your glucose is 72.
Me: Isn’t that basically perfect?
Doctor: Yes, but you probably still have diabetes, we just need to test you at different times.
Me: (now beginning to lose patience) In the meantime, could we perhaps do a test for, oh – I don’t know…anemia?
Doctor: I suppose.
I wait, he comes back
Doctor: Well, you have anemia.
Me: (positively dripping with sarcasm) That’s so WEIRD, that what I thought I had!
Now, out of curiosity, if I had followed your diet and exercise sheet as you requested and managed to lose the two pounds per week that you want me to lose, unlike the 95% of people who fail, it would have taken be 25 weeks. What would have happened if I had dieted while my anemia went untreated for 25 weeks? And since you seemed to be stumped with that one, let me ask you another… How many other people have you done this too? How any people have become sick or died at your hand because you looked at them and diagnosed them as “fat”?
Doctor: I think we would have noticed if things didn’t improve once you had lost 25lbs.
Me: Really? I doubt it. It seems to me that you pulled 50 pounds out of your ass, since you don’t have my weight or height. So I doubt that 25 pounds would have been a magic number that made you pay attention to my actual symptoms. Also, you didn’t answer my question, what would have happened?
Doctor: I guess you could have technically died…
Me: I’m leaving, and I’m not paying for this.
Doctor: Of course.
What about you? Do you have doctor stories – good, bad, funny, interesting? Please feel free to put them in the comments below.
OMG! I had something much similar. I went to a doctor based on two reviews. The ones here and on another website. My inital vist went well. She did run a little behind on time, but I knew that was expected. However from there things went down hill. The second visit, I waited over an hour to see her. Again expected, things went all right. The third visit was an emergency one, I was experienceing extreme pain my shoulder, so bad I could barely breathe. I got in to see her waited for about 45 mintues, again expected I was a emergency appointment. Once I saw her however, she sent me over to a orthopedic person, who I stood out side of his office and the door was locked, I called the doctor’s office and explained, the called the physisican again, he said he would be down in five mintues, he never showed. This goes on for an HOUR, I have been back and forth between the doctor’s office and this gentleman she referred me to. Meanwhile I am starting to sweat I am in so much pain, I am shaking and pale. My roomate who had driven me to the appointment, ended up taking me to the ER. There was agiven a shot to relax my muscles and a mega ibuprophen. Something I feel could have been done in the Dr.’s office. Then two weeks later I received a letter from my insurance company that the doctor has dropped out of Tricare, no notice to her paitents, she just dropped the military insurance. All in all I feel the only shining thing about her office was her nurse who is FANTASTIC, caring, considerate, and very paitent. The rest of her staff acted as if they would rather not be at work. I would NEVER recommend this doctor to ANYONE I Know.
Wow, I’m so sorry that happened to you! I hope that you’ve since found an awesome doctor.
Unbelievably cool that you were informed and self-confident enough to control the way it went. Good job!
Thanks! Trust me, I’ve had my share of freak-outs, practice has made me calm and in control
Wow, you rock. Way to stand up for yourself.
Thank you so much Ellen, I really appreciate it. I was not always so calm in the face of this kind of stuff – I’ve become better with practice!
Wow, this is a great article. I love how you responded really coolly too. I always seem to flip out and get so wrapped up in my argument that I start to sound shrill and uninformed, but you just SCHOOLED him! When its something important like this, people can’t afford not to be heard, and I love you for fighting the good war.
Thanks a bunch. I mentioned in another reply that pretty often I’d really like to yell and scream (and I often do when I’m back in my car) but whenever I’ve become upset I got accused of being “emotional” in a way that was condescending. I think it’s awesome that you say something at all, even if it’s shrill – so many people just end up saying nothing and feeling bad about themselves…
I was having dinner at my favorite asian-fusion hole in the wall and accidentally swallowed one of those dark, skinny-ass, hotter-than-hell kung pao peppers. The fire was going down was unbelievable, but nothing compared to the bowel chaos that ensued within 24 hours.
I’ve dealt with IBS for years, so it’s not like I didn’t know what was coming, I just didn’t expect it to last for *weeks*. After three weeks of everything going right through me I limited my food to yogurt, bananas, rice, etc. Another week went by and I gave in to my husband’s pleas to see my M.D. She sent me to G.I. doc who immediately stated we would have to do a full colonoscopy with biopsies of the large intestine.
ME: “You want to stick a camera up my but AND cut little pieces out of my COLON?” HIM: “It’s the only way to truly know what’s going on,” ME: “I know what’s going on. What’s going on is I ate an ass-blaster of a hot pepper and I’ve got a case of the aftershock shits. Isn’t there something I can do to just calm everything down a little?” HIM: “Well, I can’t give you any drugs unless I know what I’m dealing with.” (I hadn’t asked for any.) “And this could be Crohn’s disease. It could be inflammatory bowel disease.” ME: “But aren’t those autoimmune diseases? Wouldn’t I have had an inkling about them before this?” (I’m a massage therapist and voracious reader of all things related to bodies and bodywork.) HIM: “Well…we really just need to do this to know for sure,” ME: “Uh…I’ll get back to you.”
I went to the closest Naturopath I could find, since I don’t have a regular N.D. She put me on a bland diet of rice, a little skinless chicken or fish, and cooked vegetables. She also gave me a rice protein powder with Turmeric and some other anti-inflammatory herbs in it which was not bad mixed with rice milk, peanut butter and a banana. Within 3 days things had calmed down and within a week I was back to normal.
I had a similar experience recently when I found out I have a small fibroid tumor (about the size of a small apricot). The Gyn specialist’s first suggestion? Hysterectomy. The reason? “Well, you’re having heavier periods and more painful cramping than usual, right?” ME: “Yes.” HER: “O.K., well, the surgery will stop that.”
MAJOR ABDOMINAL SURGERY to stop a little extra cramping and slightly heavier monthly flow?!
ME: “I’ll get back to you.”
You were so much more polite than I would’ve been under those circumstances. I would’ve been swearing up a storm and threatening to report her to the medical board for negligence.
Believe me when I say that I wanted to, but I’ve found that keeping a cool head stops people from being able to say that you were acting crazy or the dreaded “emotional” and gets you a bit more traction. It’s a pity because yelling and screaming would have been a lot of fun.
It’s awesome that you took control of your health like that. Also thanks for the PSA on those peppers – they are the devil. I always pick them out right away to avoid exactly the kidn of thing that you are talking about. Good luck with your fibroid, and thanks for being a massage therapist – I have tremendous respect for the work you do ( without my massage therapist I would be in a world of hurt!)
I had the miscarriage from Hell 4 years ago and I got very shoddy treatment from a hospital over my last miscarriage 3 years ago. The doctor ripped me up one side and down the other for wasting their time and the nursing staff was utterly ridiculous. They had me wait, and I was crawling with pain needing to get to the bathroom and they wouldn’t let me use the ER bathroom because I was bleeding profusely. They made me crawl (alone) across the waiting room to use THAT bathroom. THEN had the nerve to tell me they thought it was a urinary tract infection and sent me home!
Plus, I have an eczema or psoriasis type rash on my legs and have been to one doctor after another to get relief for the maddening itch/scratch/resulting infection. One doctor had the nerve to tell me that it was because I was vain and cuts and scratches don’t bother him because he’s a man. Makes you wonder why they even go into the business they’re just bribed by the pharmaceutical companies it seems. I love your blog!
After reading everyone’s stories, I realize I’m a lucky girl! Yes, I’ve had doctors suggest I loose weight. But my docs, especially my primary care doc, listen to me. The only doc who won’t treat me until I loose weight is my orthopedist. I think they are trained so that their first response is, “You need to loose weight first”.
Next time any health care person says, “You need to loose weight.” Say what I say, “Really?! You mean like a diet? WOW! I wish I had thought of that!”
A couple of years ago I had moved to a new city and need to get my Depo Provera shot (3-month birthcontrol)so I just booked an apt. with the first doctor I could bet into. It happened to be a small man. He wrote me a perscription and sent me off to the pharmacy telling me get two doses and come back. So I am thining he just wants to make sure that I have a dose at home for next time. Nope, he informs me because I am so very large (5’8 180 pounds) he is going to have to double the dose. I had been on the same kind of birth control for three years and the whole time been roughly the same wait and never been told this. But I was so surprised that I just let him give me the doubled shot. Oh well live in learn, now any doctor I go to has to be a woman or weight as much as me!
Holy crap, I feel incredibly lucky that I have mostly avoided this kind of BS with my docs. I don’t let anybody weigh me, so they don’t have the numbers to give me a hard time (last time I did let someone weigh me, I was on the dividing line between Overweight and Obese on the Bullshit Measuring Index) and I have a big enough hips-to-waist ratio that I don’t get parsed as “fat” by most doctors. *eyeroll*
I always tell them that the only numbers I care about are the ones on my weights. Then I flex my biceps and they shut up.
!!! Amazing!
My pelvis was badly damaged from childbearing and so for three years I have been quite crippled.
Oh, and did I mention that I’m fat? 265 pounds so I’m “morbidly obese” as they like to call it these days.
So I keep going around in circles with doctors, midwives, OBs, physical therapists… “Can you help me find a cure for my pelvis?” I ask.
“Lose weight.”
That’s it. Lose weight. Not, gee maybe we should try and discover exactly what is wrong? (No one has fully diagnosed the problem yet, just “yer fat!”)
So I say, “Ok, fine, no one can argue against the fact that exercise will help me BUT walking is agony because my **pelvis is damaged** so can you help me to create an exercise routine that will work around my injury??”
The reply? “No. We don’t know how.” and “It’s simple: make sure you exercise and eat well.”
Right. I guess A) Because I’m fat I don’t know how to eat, let alone know that I need to exercise and B) forcing an injured body part to endure conventional exercise truly is the best way to heal!
My very first appointment with a midwife really set the tone: I walked in to find this bird-boned slip of an older woman. She stares at me and then gestures at her scrawny frame and announces, “I’m borderline obese. You’re *deffinately* obese!” Then she uses that scam junk science height-and-weight chart and says, “Yes, you’re Morbidly Obese so you can’t give birth here. You’ll have to go live in the hospital 200 miles away in your 38th week…”
It’s been hell ever since. Thankfully I’ve discovered, completely on my own without any help thanks, the great support for injured pelvises that is afforded by ye olde granny girdle.
This isn’t related to weight, but when I was 19 I started to feel really ill all the time – dizzy, weak, nauseous, bloated, put on extra weight, and I’d get yeast infections/UTIs at least once a month. I didn’t know what was wrong, so I went to the doctor and lo and behold, they told me I was pregnant. I told them they were full of shit and had to give me a pregnancy test first. They told me I was in denial, congrats, and think about scheduling an OB appointment. I, again, told them to give me a test. This went on every month for a YEAR. I even asked them if I could buy my own pregnancy test, take it there, then show them and they told me not to bother because they were right and I was in denial. After about 9-10 months I eventually told them we’d have a baby by now and their response? We must have been wrong at first but now you definitely are pregnant. Long story short I wound up in the Er because I was having another pain/weakness fit and my mom didn’t know what to do. The ER doctors DID do a pregnancy test and told me I had a really bad UTI. When I said that didn’t account for my other symptoms they asked how long those had been going on, I told them, then they gave me a list of internists to go see and said to never, ever see the doctors who wouldn’t listen. THIRTY MINUTES with the internist and he correctly diagnosed me with gluten intolerance. Within 3 days I was completely better. The irony is that once one of the other doctors did mention that I should “cut out refined starches and switch to whole grains” but only because I had put on 50 lbs in a year due to the intolerance.
Well, a couple months ago I thought my appendix was about to burst so I went to the doctors. I went to him for severe stomach pains, so he tells me to lie down flat on my back and pull my shirt up. I do so. He procedes to PUNCH ME IN MY FUCKING STOMACH. He goes, okay, is the pain migrating from here *punch* to here? *punch* I procede to scream like I have ebola. He sit down and pulls out a tiny voice recorder. “patient is experiencing abdomoinal pain similar to appendicitis, but it ould also be severe stomach flu or constipation with menstrual cramps. There is no possible way this patient is pregnant. She will be perscribed antibiotics and laxatives and is advised to take accedimetaphin. If pain does not cease, she is advised to go to the emergency room and have an ultrasound. She is currently on horomone regulators for PMDD but is otherwise a pleasant female, aged 15.”
I assume he wanted to be through for a court case if I just so happened to die.
Holy cow! What a horrible situation. I am so sorry that happened to you and I hope that you find a better doctor very soon!
~Ragen
I think if that had happened to me my mom would have punched him back… Or threatened lawyers, I dunno.
How do laxatives cure appendicitis?
I’ve had doctors like this before, though fortunately, not in regards to weight. For the most part, my weight issues (I’m 5’2″@275lbs) haven’t been too much of contention with my regular doctors. I’ve been blessed that, for the most part, my PCMs tend to be of the mind that I know where I’m comfortable, and try not to force a chart-dictated weight on me. They encourage weight loss, as I /am/ Pre-diabetic and hypertensive, and it would help those things, but they’ve been understanding in that it isn’t the weight that’s entirely responsible (Both conditions are a result of pregnancy.)
I’ve had a few whoppers though. Like the doctor who, during a first appt assessment, kept blowing me off on things, saying I couldn’t have had Chronic Bronchitis (as I wasn’t a smoker), there’s no such thing as chronic Hypoglycemia (Low blood sugar), and other such things that I was diagnosed with and struggled with throughout my entire youth. He instead, focused on the fact that, at the time, I was 210lbs. I was fine with this, I was an awesome size 14 (I am most comfortable in the 14-18 bracket, so weight loss is something I AM interested in, just not to the extent people seem to think I should be). Kept asking if I had blood pressure issues (at the time, I did not), blood sugar issues (Uh, you just said what I had didn’t exist!). Then he asks if obesity ran in my family. I said ‘On my father’s side, yes’. Asked about my mother’s side, and I said it was the opposite. Both my mother and Grandmother suffered severe Anorexia when they were my age (My mother, through most of my childhood, hardly ever got above 100lbs, and she was 5’6″). HIs response: You would’ve been better off taking after your mother.
Yes, that’s right. He told me that I was better off being /anorexic/ than being at my weight and enjoying what I /thought/ was excellent health (my asthma issues notwithstanding). If I had remembered, as I was so shocked and hurt at this comment, I would’ve told him taht my grandmother suffered her first heart attack at the age of 35: Weighing a hefty…. 85lbs.
The other major case of people only judging by the number and not by the rest of the package was when I was pregnant with my second son. I will not deny that overweight mothers have a tendency to develop Gestational diabetes…so I wasn’t upset at all when the OB wanted to test me at 13 weeks (This, for those not in the know, is actually relatively early to test for gestational diabetes). Lo and behold, my sugars came back elevated and I got the good ol’ Diabetic label slapped on me. I didn’t care, really. I had to also deal with being Hypertensive (a ‘gift’ my first son gave me that I was never able to shake off after I had him), but the initial doctor’s reaction was… obnoxious.
Upon the confirmation of elevated blood sugar, she told me that I was probably Diabetic anyway. I stared at her. I could not believe what just came out of her mouth. How do you figure, seriously? Her response was 1) I was obese and 2) Diabetes doesn’t show up that early unless the patient was already diabetic. I called BS. I told her that I was /not/ diabetic previously. I get blood work done, religiously, at least once a year, usually twice, because my Thyroid is schizophrenic (or was at the time, I am now fully being treated for Thyroid disease). My Doctor (at the time) always orders a /full blood panel/ when I get tested, that includes Lipids AND Glucose. How do I know th is? I always have to fast and get the blood popped early in the morning (easiest to do a fast that way). And if, for some reason, the glucose test came back high, I would know. For the last five years, there had been absolutely no flags. She asked why I don’t ask for the results, and my response was “Because I don’t go looking for problems.” Diabetes wasn’t a concern up until that point, so I figured that if the damn tests didn’t show something, then I was fine.
She didn’t believe me of course, and ordered another round of testing to ‘Prove that I was diabetic’. The Hemoglobin test was acutally standard, but she was using it as a way to prove I was wrong.
I wish I saw her face when my new Comp-OB doctor had told me that, according to /that/ test, I wasn’t diabetic at all!
“Doctor: I guess you could have technically died…”
Oh. my. GOD. Tell me that asshole did not actually say that to your face!
This guy is now your *former* doctor right??
As for my doc experiences I’d say not nearly as horrific as what I’ve read here but still, here are some lowlights:
1) I technically lost my physical virginity (and a little of my sanity) to my original GP who decided to give me a pap smear despite the fact that I wasn’t sexually active. I’m feeling exposed (stirrups, duh!) and vulnerable, staring at this dumb cat poster on the ceiling and she says “you may feel some pressure or slight discomfort – um try *sharp searing pain*! If I hadn’t been in the damn stirrups I’d have been doubled over crying. And she’s casually using a tissue to wipe the *blood* away. My new doc says there’s no point in having a pap if I’m not sexually active (old doc used my age as an excuse or something), and even if my new doc said I should have one I don’t think I could handle it.
2) Worst thing about every doc visit anywhere ever since I was a teen was getting my damn blood pressure taken. Thanks to Well-Rounded Mama (http://wellroundedmama.blogspot.com/2009/03/importance-of-blood-pressure-cuff-size.html) I now know it was the hospitals fault for not using the right equipment on me, but for years I just suffered (literally) in silence because I figured I deserved some punishment for being too fat to fit their bp cuff. I know it’s not supposed to be comfortable but for me it was excruciating, like torture level pain and they could never get it the first time. If my bp was high I maintain it was because of the stress of having my bp taken!! And this one nurse who put his stethoscope under the cuff to get my pulse was like “oh I can’t read it, there is too much tissue in the way.” Wow what a wonderfully clinical, technical way to tell me I’m too fat and it’s my own fault if they can’t give me proper treatment! I’m going to email my doc and send her the Round Mama BP Cuff link and tell her to put a note in my file that says I need a large adult cuff and if the hospital doesn’t have one then they can’t take my blood pressure because they won’t get an accurate reading anyway!
Bleh! Thanks for the vent space.
standing ovation!
my god god lady you are incredible!
Thank you so much, I really appreciate it!
Not only do I have stories like this, I also have stories from the opposite end of the spectrum when I was young and super skinny and no one, no dr, would believe me when I told them my symptoms. “you’re young and thin, it’s not diabetes”
“My new doc says there’s no point in having a pap if I’m not sexually active (old doc used my age as an excuse or something), and even if my new doc said I should have one I don’t think I could handle it.”
Absolutely NOT true. I’m not sexually active and I get them religiously, even when I don’t have insurance, and it was a good thing too because five years ago (when I wasn’t active and hadn’t been for quite a long time) I had an abnormal result. Had I not had regular smears, those abnormal cells could have become full-blown cancer.
Changes in your uterus and cervix are based on hormones and other internal factors in addition to sexual activity. Your new doc is doing you a grave disservice by telling you you don’t need regular paps.
I think she means she was a virgin at the time ,and when you are a virgin no you don’t need regualar paps . If you have been sexually active in the past however it is a good idea to get one regularlly yes. But yes you are right it is a good idea to get a pap done no matter if you are sexually active or not.
This is kind of weight related and kind of general medical stupidity. This is a long story and I’m going to try to shorten it as much as possible.
About six years ago I began to notice problems with my weight. Sure it could have been a natural result of aging or some such but my body weight always responded to diet and exercise — if I was active and ate healthily I weighed less or lost weight, if I was sedentary I weighed less or lost. Suddenly, no matter how active I was, or how much I tweaked my diet, I kept gaining.
Now, back in the early-mid-90′s I was diagnosed bipolar and put on lithium (which fucks up your thyroid). I went off it in 1999 when depo-provera solved the problem. But, I was on lithium for 6 years, which is 6 years of thyroid abuse. So, when my weight started getting weird, I figured it was my thyroid. I had also had a strange thyroid test a few years before that where my TSH was non-existent and my T3/T4 were normal.
Then, about a year later I noticed that my body was no longer responding to exercise “properly” meaning not only was I not losing weight, I was also not making any strength or endurance gains AND it actually felt like my body was breaking down. At that point I had already resigned myself to not losing but this was reDONK.
So I talked to my doctor and explained my issues with weight and poor response to exercise. I explained that I am a certified personal trainer and know how to exercise and eat healthily. I explained that I didn’t want weight loss drugs or a diet or surgery, I just wanted to be able to exercise and eat right and lose and get stronger and more flexible instead of what was currently happening.
This doctor, the same one who freaked out over the prior thyroid test, almost refused to test my thyroid this time AND suggested that what I really needed was to try the south Beach diet.
My thyroid levels were “normal.” He completely ignored the fact that my TSH went from something like >0.01 to 3.59. That 3.59 was normal so the huge jump was of no concern.
But I knew there was something up.
It took six years, two GPS, my gyno and two endos to finally get a diagnosis — an autoimmune disorder called Hashimoto’s Thyroiditis.
Perhaps it was because my primary complaint was my weight or maybe it was because I was fat. But the moment i started talking to a doc about my condition, the eye rolling would commence.
So, fast-forward to now. I was diagnosed with Hashi’s in September by a female doctor who finally LISTENED to me and actually tested for something beyond TSH (which is a bullshit measure of thyroid function anyway) and Free T3/T4 which is only a measure of the hormone in your blood, not your cells. This doctor’s office was actually recommended by a size acceptance site.
I was stoked, not realizing that a diagnosis is only part of the battle. She prescribed synthroid, which is T4 only. All the references I have read indicate that T4 only therapy is useless because it relies on your broken thyroid to make the T3 it needs. After a lot of research I discovered that natural thyroid is the way to go. I also realized that I had a lot more thyroid symptoms than just weight gain, poor response to exercise and fatigue.
So, I started taking OTC natural thyroid on my own and it was like a switch flipped. After two months I went back for a follow-up and asked my endo for prescription natural thyroid. I also advised that I was already taking it. She refused to prescribe it AND told me I was in danger of a heart attack because my TSH was suppressed at 0.09. I told her that the last time my TSH was suppressed I felt normal and that I have felt more human than I have in the past six or seven years since taking natural thyroid.
Also, my research shows that most thyroid patients do not see an improvement in their condition until they take enough natural thyroid to get the correct levels on the cellular level. At that point the TSH is usually suppressed.
My doctor said to me: “None of my patients feel good with normal numbers.” as if that was perfectly acceptable.
So I fired her.
Where do you find OTC natural thyroid?
In 1988 my cancer surgeon tried to kill me by deliberately leaving me in a situation where i would and nearly did bleed to death- he did not take the extra few minutes to remove my uterus- all with full knowledge that the radiotherapy i needed afterwards would affect my uterus- causing near constant/constant very heavy bleeding. I was made to endure that for thirteen years before being granted hysterectomy. Just in time. Few weeks longer i’d have been dead as the uterus was literally riddled with multiple tumors. As it was i ended up needing not just hysterectomy but also laminectomy as the tumors had spread into my spine. Not good.
I’m so sorry for what you had to go through. I think it’s possible that doctors aren’t what they used to be, or it was always an illusion that they were as capable as we thought they were! I hope the best for you.
I had a terrible doctor for several years. The last time I dealt with him I went in because of severe stomach pain. The nurse took my blood pressure and it was well within healthy limits. Then the doctor came in. I had a hernia right under my belly button. I was going to have surgery. Then he took my blood pressure. Of course, it was high. I’d just been told I needed surgery. I was scared. First thing he wanted to do was write up a prescription for blood pressure medication to lower it. I told him no, I don’t suffer from high blood pressure. We argued back and forth. I refused to take the meds. Finally, in frustration he said he wanted to do an ekg to prove to me that I needed blood pressure meds. I said “Fine, lets do it!” The ekg showed that I have a very healthy heart.
I’ve changed doctors. I really like my new guy. He listens to me.
So glad you found a better doctor. We sometimes don’t realize that being smart enough to complete med school doesn’t mean you are kind, patient, or understanding. Doctors aren’t automatically decent people because they are doctors. Some doctors are downright jerks. Good for you for standing up to him-without patients there would be no need for doctors. They sometimes forget that.
My doctors tried to kill me and my parents just because of false allegations i’m a spastic. First, they denied me medically necessary hysterectomy for thirteen years. To solve the problem of passing out all the time, all my doctors told me to learn to live with it. One dr told me to take six high strength iron tablets every day. Another doctor have me a bottle of one hundred sleeping tablets and told me to take one every night to help me sleep. Finally, after thirteen years of suffering i was finally at long long last granted hysterectomy. Nearly too late. The multiple tumors had spread from my uterus into my spine. Another major operation. Then my doctors tried to kill my parents by forcibly injecting them with double dose of tetanus vaccine. Dad did die. Mum’s still suffering eleven years later. The doctor who gave those injections was still laughing about it ten years later. Then if shredded my parents medical records to hide all evidence they were healthy before the injections but dead and ill since
Get a lawyer? Because, and I never swear btw,
WHAT THE FUCKING HELL?!?!?!?
I know people will fall over themselves to attest to the wonderful doctors they have managed to come across, and I myself have been blessed in that way, BUT it looks to me like the medical profession IN GENERAL has become another evil post-modern conglomerate whose MAIN goal, as an institution, is to amass power and money. We are what it feeds on. Did you know that medical care is 17% of the GDP??? They NEED sick people, not cured people, Did you know that the vaunted “scientific model” of “replicable” test results and “empirical data” is a crock of BS, which is why we have so many diseases out there in an age where we are conditioned to praise “medical advancement” to the skies? In truth, all their “tests” and “experiments” are tainted with agendas. Medical schools are run by Big Pharma who dictate the curriculum, so even well-meaning medical providers are brainwashed with nonsense. After being mis-diagnosed and mis-treated for decades, and having my life ruined, I may see a doctor, but it will only be to pick his/her brain to get info I then use to do my own research and find my own means of treatment. After what they did to me, I prefer death to letting them put their poisons in me, insult me in their offices, or invade my body. The medical profession has become a blood and soul sucking vampire, in my humble but very experienced opinion, and I am so sorry for what others here have had to go through! We have the power to teach the “medical” profession a lesson, but it will take work: Start learning as much as you can about your health, your own body and mind, and the many alternative ways of helping yourself and others. Sure, docs can come in handy in emergencies, but after that we’re best trusting ourselves. Our dependence and trust in them has made them take total advantage of us and they use us like specimens. Professional “medicine” has killed or maimed millions, but you never hear about that. Even if you have to use a doctor, don’t EVER trust them-always be proactive in your own care. When they see we aren’t leaving ourselves at their mercy any longer, they will take notice, because they need us more than we need them. At best, a doctor is a reference point or a pit stop-at worst, they can kill you.