Doctors: Diary of a Quack Magnet

Some doctors can be very nice and pleasant while others can be complete arrogant asses. Unfortunately my experiences with doctors have involved mostly the latter along with some very bizarre encounters that will leave you thinking I’m either weaving a grand tale or that I’m quite insane. Today was a monumental day for me, for today I took a stand against the arrogant rudeness that I personally find uncalled for and intolerable in a doctor. These are people who should be compassionate and kind to people since they are “healers.” I’ll tell you about my final stand against arrogance and quackery shortly, but first I want to take you on a journey that details some bizarre experiences I’ve had with doctors, and you will see that this surely qualifies me as a quack magnet.

Doctor Nice Guy

The very first doctor I ever had was Dr. Nice Guy. What a wonderful man he was, and we developed a very comfortable relationship that went beyond his crush on my mother. He crushed on her hard too. He was my doctor for the first 20 years of my life, and he never increased the cost of his office visits over that entire time. I’m willing to venture a guess that he would have even considered live chickens in payment if that’s all I could offer. However, he retired as all good doctors eventually do, and I had to find someone new.

Enter Doctor Dime Bag

I first met Dr. Dime Bag while doing some part-time work at a local hospital. He was cute, young, funny, and we shared a table in the cafeteria on several occasions. I liked his personality, so when it came time for me to investigate birth control methods, I picked him as my gynecologist. Things went very well for a short while, then I developed a problem that required immediate attention, and he was very efficient and attentive. He even called me at home late one evening to check on me to make sure I was alright. How cool is that? When I returned for my follow-up visit, I was first escorted to his office by the nurse who then left and closed the door.

The first thing I spotted was a bag of marijuana on his desk. Yes, I knew exactly what pot was since my husband (at that time) was a pothead, and there was no mistaking the green stuff that appeared to be a dime bag laying on his desk in a Glad sandwich bag…the kind with no zipper. This was the open flap type that you roll up then lick the edge to make it stick to the bag. Yea, I know about that too. Only this bag wasn’t folded up, and it appeared to have been dipped into and was left carelessly gaping open on the desk.

This made me feel a little uneasy, I mean he was my hoo-hoo doctor and I didn't want him stoned when he was, well, you know...he might get confused and leave something in there. However, I was giggling and wondering how he was going to react when he came in and discovered his stash was so visible. I wasn’t disappointed. He came in all smiles as usual, but his smile turned into a frown as he sat down behind his desk, then opened a desk drawer and scooped the dime bag quickly away. I could see he was a bit flustered, so he began by asking me the first most logical question, “Are you still experiencing any symptoms associated with your problem?”

I told him that everything seemed to be resolved except for the lower back pain that began with the onset of the problem. This sent him into a realm of unexpected craziness, and he grew red in the face as he yelled at me, “I have back pain too! Some days it’s hard to even bend over to tie my shoes!”

This shocked me in such a way that the only thing I wanted to do was leave. He was the one who asked, I simply answered the question, and I highly doubted that his back pain was related to a uterus. Once he was done demonstrating how difficult it was to tie his shoes at times, I simply left and never returned. It's really a shame he had to go nuts like that, because I probably could have hooked him up with some decent Monkey Paw.

Enter Doctor Woman-hater

It was a long time before I attempted to go to a gynecologist again, but after getting divorced I was weary with traditional birth control methods, so I thought that having a tubal ligation might be a good idea. I had no desire to be married ever again much less pregnant, so I made an appointment with Dr. Woman-hater. Of course I didn’t know he hated women until the first appointment with this old coot who had a permanent scowl on his face and looked at me like I was the most disgusting creature on earth. It was very strange. I went in to discuss the possibility of getting my tubes tied, and he spent the entire visit trying to convince me to have a hysterectomy. There was no medical reason for me to have a hysterectomy, I just wanted a simple way to not get pregnant…ever, but I didn’t want to lose body parts in the process. That was indeed my first red flag that he was a woman-hater. He wanted to rip my womanhood from me.

Sadly, I had to make a second appointment with him because of an emergency, and I didn’t want to take the time to go through that “first time patient” crap with another doctor. Big mistake. My emergency that day was related to not being able to relieve my bladder for almost 2 days. I couldn’t pee for the life of me. He must have been having a really bad day, because he wasn’t happy with me or my bladder, and he shoved a catheter up my wee-wee with such roughness that I cried. He didn’t like that either and he told me to grow up and stop behaving like a baby. I knew I’d never go back to him again, but even knowing that didn’t matter for long because I read in the newspaper about 6 months later that he had shot himself in the head. Crazy bast*rd.

Enter Doctor Feelgood

After my mean, woman-hater doctor was dead, I didn't bother looking for another one, but then a day came when I developed a slight problem with my hoo-hoo. This time I asked around to get advice about which doctor I should see, and Dr. Feelgood was highly recommended. I had a good feeling about this one from the start. There was no long wait in the waiting room, and I was almost immediately taken to an examining room. After taking my clothes off and putting on a drafty gown, I sat for at least 45 minutes waiting…all the while hearing piano music being played from another room. This slightly confused me since I was the only patient there. The waiting room was empty when I got called back. At last, Dr. Feelgood entered, and he apologized for making me wait, but he dramatically explained that he was practicing a song that he would be performing (somewhere) later in the week. Regardless of the red flag waving in front of me, the man seemed very pleasant, so I quickly forgave him for making me wait while he practiced his little song. At least he was smiling.

The examination began, and thankfully my hoo-hoo was okay. However, it (my hoo-hoo) also must have been viewed upon as being rather vagilicious because during the exam he kept rubbing his groin on my right foot which was held captive in a stirrup. My mind was instantly bombarded with questions:

Is he doing this on purpose? Is it an accident that his pee-pee keeps rubbing my foot? Am I making too much out of this? Where's the damned nurse?

My questions were abruptly stopped by the distinct feeling that he was getting all erectificated on my foot. I bolted up and off of the examining table and told him that I was done with the exam. He in turn, as if nothing was wrong, insisted on examining my breasts, and I assured him that my chesticulars were quite fabulous; in fact I was taking them out for some shopping and ice cream. I started dressing as he continued to argue the point about having a breast exam and out the door I flew...never to return.

The Others

There have been many others, like Dr. Guido Wannabe, a very round Italian man who always wore a heavy gold chain around his thick neck, an unbuttoned shirt exposing a few chest hairs, and pants so tight that he literally waddled. He was nice, but he ended up running off with a mail order bride from South America. Of course, Dr. Hypochondriac was one of the more interesting doctors I encountered. He spent more time talking about his health problems than in trying to figure out what mine were. He ended up disappearing too. One day the doors to his practice were locked and never reopened because he had vanished. I was then forced to give Dr. Gooftard a try, but that didn’t last long. Each visit, and they were few, would have him jumping up and down with excitement about the fact that I was really sick. He’d say, “Finally! I get a patient who’s actually sick!” Then I’d have to listen to stories about how his days are swamped with people who aren’t sick at all. As if I care, just fix me!

A Liberating Hissy Fit

Today I put my foot down with one of these quacky doctors. After firing the doctor I’ve been seeing for the past year, I went to a different one this week…Dr. Riley, and no I’m not going to cover up her identity with a funny fake name. Oh what a haughty, snooty, arrogant b@tch she was, and she had a mustache too. That was very distracting. However, regardless of her facial hair, everything was actually fine until towards the end when she insisted on doing some blood work, which I agreed to have done, and I made my usual request by asking, "Could you please have Nurse Tonya draw my blood because I have horrible veins and no other nurse has ever been able to draw my blood successfully."

Dr. Riley’s reaction was not nice and her tone was rude as she huffed and said, “We have plenty of great nurses here who are more than capable of drawing your blood, and I will send one of them in shortly.” I immediately told her that I’ve been through all of her “great” nurses and only ONE can do the job. This made the doctor get those crazy eyes, and as she was leaving the room she glared at me and said, "I don’t even know if Tonya is here, and I have another patient to see.” The door slammed closed.

I don’t know why she had such an attitude with me, but I did know that I would not sit there and take one more moment of her attitude. Swinging the door open, I nearly ran the doctor over as I rushed out the door to leave. Of course she wanted to know where I was going, and I happily told her, “You just copped a horrible attitude with me over a very simple request and I don’t appreciate being treated that way, so I'm leaving."

Maintaining her air of snootiness, she proceeded to tell me how she’s very busy and works with patients on 15 minutes blocks, and she had just spent a whole 20 minutes with me, all of which had nothing to do with my simple request. Finally, in a very arrogant tone she said, "Would you like to calm down and return to the examining room so that we can discuss this?”

I could tell she was working overtime to not explode. You know, to show me that she was the bigger person by maintaining her composure while I, obviously an idiot who had the nerve to request a specific nurse, was clearly losing my cool. I put my hand on her arm, and with equal composure I said, “No, I don’t think I want to discuss anything else with you. You were quite rude to me and I have no time or patience for that, but this means you can have some extra time with your other patients since you no longer have me to worry about...I hope you use your free time wisely.”

So there! It’s over! No more quack doctors for me. I’ll fire every single one of them until I get a real human being who treats people with respect and kindness, like our beloved and quite handsome hubber Dr. Benson Yeung.

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Randy Behavior 7 years ago from Near the Ocean

Wow good for you Pam! I'd never have the nerve to do that. You're awesome. You have had a string of rotten Dr. luck. I'd be happy to lone you mine, Dr. Soft Hands.


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Laughing Mom 7 years ago

Well good for you! Standing up for women everywhere! I laughed my way through this one, Pam!

Erectification? chesticulars? Hoo-Hoos? You've had some doozies--and you dealt with them with better finesse than I would have ever considered!

I'm sending this link to everyone of my girlfriends!


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Teresa McGurk 7 years ago from The Other Bangor

Atta girl. Doctors used to be much nicer, didn't they?

I've had a doctor tell me that women are just put together wrong when I had cystitis, but the worst was the gynecologist at the student health center who literally popped one of my ovaries -- he had several fingers up there, and "popped" the ovary between two of them, to my complete disgust. I haven't been back to my gp, either, since she refused to see me in an emrgency situation, and I had to have a friend come pick me up from her waiting room and take me to hospital.


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Shalini Kagal 7 years ago from India

A real awful problem the world over Pam and yet it makes such good reading when you infuse it with your inimitable wit! Hoo-hoos indeed! I do hope you find your Doc Perfect soon - though I must say on the whole, they are a very arrogant breed - they make you feel like you should be honoured that they take your money!

Hey Teresa - so good to see you back:)


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Pam Roberson 7 years ago from Virginia Author

Thank you all! Yes, it's a wonder that anybody even goes to doctors these days, although Randy's Dr. Soft Hands sounds terribly nice! Can I have his number Randy? I'll fly anywhere!

LM, thank you, I appreciate being passed around. :D

Oooh Teresa, that must of hurt! :( And it is bad when you have to LEAVE a doctor's office and be taken to a hospital to get medical attention.

Shailini, you make a great point, and that's exactly what I was thinking...why should I pay anyone to insult me and treat me rudely? It's not gonna happen.

Thank you girls for coming in, I appreciate your comments. I'm off to bed now. It's midnight here! ;)


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Christoph Reilly 7 years ago from St. Louis

Gawd Pam, you sure have wound up with the weirdo's. Glad you told the new one to eat your dust (besides, she spells Reilly wrong!.)

In all fairness to Dr. Feelgood though, if I had to look at hoo hoo's all day I might need to get stoned too. I would never want to be a gynocologist, but then I get erectificated thinking about your fabulous chesticulars and I forget what I was talking about. What was I talking about?


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Paper Moon 7 years ago from In the clouds

You have to wonder what kind of person goes through med school and then chooses to be an OBGYN or Proctologist. Probably some one with something up their sleeve.


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Cris A 7 years ago from Manila, Philippines

Pam

How can one be so unlucky with her doctors?! I dare say it's you who has a problem! LOL

I enjoyed reading this but it's not schadenfreude, okay? So that's why it's taken you this long to publish a hub! You've been reminiscing and reliving all those wonderful memories! Thanks for sharing, I didnt know I've been terribly missing your brand of storytelling until now! :D 


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SoulaBee 7 years ago from United States

Holy moley! Jeez girl! You sure have had some quacks! Talk about a jinx! I have to say, however, that I'm glad cause I got to read the stories! Crazy! You could totally turn this into a book. You've got to. Sell it on Amazon. Don't wait! I despise people like that last one you fired. I'm furious just thinking about it. I don't know what I would have done. Boy you sure kept your cool. Thanks so much for this great hub!


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Elena. 7 years ago from Madrid

Pam, gosh, did you ever had *any* good and nice doctor? As in, one that wouldn't shot himself in the head, or smoke pot, ot be a hypocondriac, or.... geez, what a bunch of luck you've had.... all BAD, evidently! Can't help but laugh at the collection of wackos!


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Pam Roberson 7 years ago from Virginia Author

Christoph, I didn't consider the "Riley" name thing! Obviously she's so perfect that she can spell any word or name in any way she wishes. She's important that way. ;) lol! Okay, I can cut the woman hater some slack because I'm sure that 40 years of working with hoo-hoos would be enough to drive anyone insane. Dr. Feelgood just needed to focus on his piano playing. lol!

Papermoon, you've got that right, I'll be lots of em having something up their sleeve. lol! I just wish that people who actually like people would choose to be a doctor.

Cris A., LOL! How dare you make me look up big words first thing in the morning! You're right, this ain't no schadenfreude, and my next one isn't either! All of my muses left me, so now I'm left to my own devices which...oh well that's another hub. Seriously though, thank you, and this was one of those times when I hadn't planned to do this one, it just kind of popped up out of nowhere much like Dr. Feelgood's manly appendage. ;) One more thing, it's not me, it's THEM! And once again I say that I'll fire them ALL just like Donald Trump does on TV!

Soulabee, thank you! What a nice comment! I have to admit that when I came home that day, this flood of memories came back to me about every quacky, crazy, mean ole doctor I've ever had, so I decided to put it all down in a hub. Maybe I will expand on it one day! I wish that I would have taken the time to make this one better, but i was under such pressure! Thank you for liking it!

Sweet Elena! Yes, there have been some good ones, but the good ones always seem to move on to other areas. Dr. Guido was actually very nice, it was just hard to not laugh at him. :D Thank you for laughing at my collection of wackos! That's exactly what i wanted. :D

Thank you all for coming in to read. I really appreciate it! :)

I just reaized that I cut laughing moms reply a bit short last night...LM, I also meant to say THANK YOU for the super nice comment! It always makes me happy when someone, like you, appreciates my weird humor. :D


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blondepoet 7 years ago from australia

Hey Pam wow what a great read that was.I think I have come across all these different varieties.How about Dr Quickie,who wants to race you in and out so he can see as many patients possible,therefore he is also Dr Money Bags. I like taking this mans jelly beans when he is not looking, that will teach him grrrr


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Pam Roberson 7 years ago from Virginia Author

Hey BP! Your doctor has jelly beans?? If he's a quickie doctor, then YES take all his jelly beans! There might be some cool pens and notepads on his desk you should consider taking as well. If you don't get to go in his office (we usually don't these days), then stock up on those tongue depressors, they're great to use for waxing. ;) Oh, and take a big purse, hand sanitizer is another good one. :D

Yes, Dr. Quickie is in fact a cover (alias if you will) for Dr. Money Bags. There are tons of them out there too. Sorry to hear you have one of them. :( I think this last doctor I saw had a bit of that in her as well. It's like I said to Shailini last night, why on earth should we pay these doctors tons of money to treat us so badly? I don't know about you, but I'm done! :D

Thank you for coming in! It's always great to see you. :)


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JamaGenee 7 years ago from Central Oklahoma

Hilarious, Pam! Quack magnet for sure! Seriously, they treat us like that because *we* don't pay them anymore, the insurance cos do, and per-patient. Hence the 15-minute bit. If they don't meet the day's quota, they lose $$. I'm sure they entered med school with the intent to be caring and helpful, instead they're only one cog in the assembly line to fill the coffers of insurance cos. That'd give me a bad attitude too.


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blondepoet 7 years ago from australia

Amen Pam I am done too I don't go back no more.Protest protest. I treat myself now LMAO. Hven't been to a doc in 3 years.I'm saving it all up for Dr Benson.I would be a bit uncomfortable letting him see me naked though. Aghhhhhhhhhhh

I am very particular about what Doc I allow to handle my breasts and err u know


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Pam Roberson 7 years ago from Virginia Author

Hi Jama! Thank you, and you make a good point. I hadn't thought of it that way because I'm in that group of people who have no insurance, so when I go to the doctor, I'm paying for their service straight out of my pocket. But I can see how this insurance thing spoils it for everyone. Perhaps if doctors only had to work every other day they would be able to have a better attitude about herding us in and out. ;) lol! Thanks for the comment Jama!

Blondie! I'd fly across the world to see Dr. Benson too! Maybe he can give us a two for one deal. Nakedness means nothing after you've had children! lol! Modesty has no meaning after that. :D But I'm with you about boobies, I'm particular about what Doctor handles them too. ;)


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goldentoad 7 years ago from Free and running....

Somedays, its definitely good to be a man. I don't know what I would do with such complex body parts, probably a self examination every day. I enjoyed your take on your history with doctor's, I just didn't know it was such an agonizing time in there. I've never had a female I went out with tell me about any of the visits, I just assumed everything was magically a-ok when they went there. I can say I've never been given a physical by a woman doctor and I'm not so sure how I would react to that(you're right, I'd probably enjoy it too much). I don't know how women can allow a man to- you know.....

I know, I know they're supposed to be pros but you proved they are prone to be of human flaws as much as anyone else.


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Pam Roberson 7 years ago from Virginia Author

Thank you goldentoad, and there wouldn't be anything wrong with giving yourself a physical exam every day whether you're a man or a woman! lol! :D Actually, there are some good ones, but it's never a pleasant experience, and I've just been unlucky. Even with the good ones, they always say one thing that irks me, "You're going to feel a slight pinch." What in the heck does a man know about how that feels? But it helps if they at least have a good attitude.

I actually feel sorry for doctors who have to spend day after day dealing with hormonal women and hoo-hoos. Maybe that's why Doctor Dime Bag smoked pot. ;) And as you said, at some point that human flawed side is bound to peek out.

If you ever do go to a woman doctor, just make sure she's a nice one who doesn't have a mustache. ;) Thanks for coming in to read, and I enjoyed your comment.

Anyway,


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ratcliffe07 7 years ago

wow, you really have had some doozies! I hope you find a real human being soon!


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Pam Roberson 7 years ago from Virginia Author

Thanks ratcliffe, and for now I'll just keep walking out on them if they're rude or stoned or wacky. ;) Thanks for coming in to read!


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RGraf 7 years ago from Wisconsin

Good for You!!!!!!!! It seems that there are more and more of the oens we don't want.


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Pam Roberson 7 years ago from Virginia Author

Thanks RGraf! Wonder why that is? That there are so many really rude or strange ones? Hope you have a good doctor, and if you do, hold on for dear life! :) Thanks for coming in. :)


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MellasViews 7 years ago from Earth

OMG I think every town has a dr.feelgood. lol. My aunt had one who she went to, who sold her pot... lol. Maybe dr.dimebag moved to NY and is now using the dr.feelgood name? haha. Or these douchebags are all the same person!!! Aliens... I have my conspiracy theorys here. I hate rude doctors... as if having someone shove their white rubber glove up the hoo hoo isnt enough!?


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Pam Roberson 7 years ago from Virginia Author

Mellas, we should talk sometime about these conspiracy theories. I have some too...like maybe Wal-Mart is selling doctor's diplomas or something. Oh it's a conspiracy for sure! ;)

How funny about your aunt! No, he couldn't have been Dr. Dimebag because he was the stingy no share, no sell type. That's the real reason why I didn't go back. lol! ;)

You speak for all women regarding the glove up the hoo hoo. Rudeness on top of that just doesn't cut it. And you'd think a woman doctor might be a little different. NOT! Especially the ones with a mustache. ;)


Janetta 7 years ago

HAHAHA! Thank you for that! so many great points- hoo hoo doctor, vagilicious, erectified, Dr.s Dimebag and Feelgood in general...ooh so funny :)


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Pam Roberson 7 years ago from Virginia Author

Janetta, I can't thank you enough for your comment! I was second guessing this one just this morning and wondering if I should keep it or not. :) So a big thank you from the Quack hub that will live to see another day. :D


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Patty Inglish, MS 7 years ago from North America

Three cheers! - These inexcusable behaviors are good grounds for firing doctors that use them. People need to stand up for fair, respectul treatment as well as to comply with the proper instructions given by non-quacks.


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Pam Roberson 7 years ago from Virginia Author

Thank you Patty, and you said it all. It truly is inexcusable for doctors (of all people) to not be respectful to others, and i sincerely hope that no one will ever allow themselves to be treated in any manner other than with full respect. There are some good ones out there.

Thanks for reading and for your input here Patty. I appreciate it. :)


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De Greek 6 years ago from UK

You ARE a magnet for weirdoes! But I can help you out there child, by asking you to follow my example. I am almost 62 and my doctor, until a few years ago, was a paediatrician of 68. Yes, a paediatrician. Now the logic behind this is based on sound scientific thinking as I think you will agree with me anon.

First of all, he is a MEDICAL person so he understands all related jargon. Secondly he is a man and not only that, he is 6 years older than I.

So, and do pay attention here Young Pam, anything that I am likely to have, he has preceded me in having the problem himself and out of a simple sense of self preservation, he has read up on it assiduously. Do you get my drift? He simply HAD to learn of the details of all the problems facing men in their 60s. Voila!

Now recently I have moved to a new area, but following the same scientific thinking, I have managed to find a suitable solution in replacing my paediatrician with a young a wonderful, pretty, gentle female general practitioner who is the daughter of a man about my age and who, and this has taken some research, fortunately suffers from all the ailments that I have. Now, my young Dr. Rashmi is from India and she has this county’s residents’ admirable weakness for her father, which means that she studies particularly on laments pertaining to her father.

Do you get my drift, Young Pam? The system never fails. Now go out child and either find a female paediatrician to befriend who will become your permanent personal doctor, or find any doctor with a mother and all your troubles will be over. (Your Dr. Riley does not count as she obviously was born like McBeth).


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Pam Roberson 6 years ago from Virginia Author

De Greek...You are BRILLIANT! I owe you for this fabulous consultation, because it's a very logical and reasonable approach that I appreciate you taking the time to share with me. Of course I'll try it! I'll try anything. Doctors are necessary--especially at my age, so finding a good one is also necessary. Thank you! :)


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De Greek 6 years ago from UK

Nooooooo problem. Piece of cake. The De Greeks are known for their humanitarian largess :-) I can give advise like this all day long, standing on my left ear :-)))


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Momma Mia 5 years ago from North Carolina

Great Hub here !! I have many doc stories as well my daughter witnessed much of how I have been treated and now she is in med school and promises to be a better man...i mean woman doctor lol

thanks for this great article!

wishingUwell

Mia


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Pam Roberson 5 years ago from Virginia Author

Thanks Momma Mia. Let me know if you write about your doc stories. I'm always up for a good horror story! ;) Thank goodness for young med students who vow to at least try to be the best they can be. I'm happy with anyone who's at least considerate of the fact that I'm a human being who deserves a little respect. Just a little. I wish all the best to your daughter! Thanks for coming in to read. :)


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LisaStar 5 years ago from New England

Oh Pam.. I have been away from here far too long. LOVED this hub!! erectification!!! The tears are rolling down my cheeks! :D


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Pam Roberson 5 years ago from Virginia Author

Lisa you're too kind. This isn't a trophy hub for sure, but I had some really strange issues that needed to be exposed! lol ;) I'm really happy to see you!


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Sun-Girl 5 years ago from Nigeria

Yeah, Pam i concord with you that some doctors can be extremely nice but if you are so unfortunate to meet the arrogant ones you will be forced to hate doctors world wide.love this article of yours.


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Pam Roberson 5 years ago from Virginia Author

Thank goodness for the nice ones right? Otherwise I'd have to doctor on myself. I just met another arrogant one this week. I'm STILL livid. He evidently had super human powers that enabled him to determine how educated I was within 10 minutes of talking to me. Too bad he was wrong. He actually had the nerve to say, "You're fairly educated, so you shouldn't have too much trouble understanding this paperwork." =O Fairly educated? What the hell is that supposed to mean? Perhaps I should start taking my college transcripts to future doctor appointments. Never mind that, the real point is that no matter how much education a person has or doesn't have, no doctor should ever make a statement like that. It's ridiculous, judgemental, unfair, and mean. I know MANY intelligent people who never went to college. I also know people who went to college who don't seem to have a lick of sense. I'm mad, mad, mad. Not just for me, but for every person who walks into his office.

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