Who says doctors are smart
1 year = 52 weeks = 13 sets of 4 weeks
Right?
Except according to my old Chicago primary care viagra cialis online pharmacy pharmacy, 1 year = 52 weeks = 12 sets.
That's how she filled my birth control prescriptions anyway. And I didn't even notice really until after a few years I realized my annual exam appointment fell a month earlier than it had the year before.
So that year, I decided to say something.
"Can you please give me 12 refills, rather than the 11 you usually give me?" I asked.
"No. There are 12 months in the year," she said, "You only need 11 refills and then you have to COME BACK FOR YOUR YEARLY PAP SMEAR."
She was obsessed with this. One year I had gotten my pap smear done at student health for FREE (as opposed to for $100 bucks -- thank you deductible!) downstairs from my office, and she was convinced that I had just skipped a year. Even though I told her I had gotten it done there and why. She asked me repeatedly why I hadn't come in that year. REPEATEDLY. As though she thought I was lying.
She also asked me repeatedly whether I'd ever had an abortion. At the same visit. This is not something I will ever understand.
Anyhow, back to the original story.
When she told me that 12 packs of pills was adequate for the year I said, "That only covers me for 48 weeks, and there are 52 weeks in a year. 52 divided by 4 equals 13."
"No," she said, "There are 12 months in the year."
"Are you trying to tell me that 52 divided by 4 equals 12?" I asked her.
She furrowed her brow and thought really hard.
In the end I got my 12 refills.
I still don't know if her 11 refills was a ploy to get me to come in more often, or if she really was that bad at math.
All I know is that I never should have had to escalate to that level of conflict in order to get her to do the math correctly. It was tres awkward.
The next time I came in was my last visit before I moved to Philadelphia. I told her I was going to medical school. She seemed intrigued. I then told her I was doing an MD-PhD program.
"Those MD-PhDs are the WORST doctors in the residency program I teach at," she said.
"That's nice," I thought. "But I'll bet they're a lot better at math than you are."
And she is just one of the reasons that I don't trust doctors.
Right?
Except according to my old Chicago primary care viagra cialis online pharmacy pharmacy, 1 year = 52 weeks = 12 sets.
That's how she filled my birth control prescriptions anyway. And I didn't even notice really until after a few years I realized my annual exam appointment fell a month earlier than it had the year before.
So that year, I decided to say something.
"Can you please give me 12 refills, rather than the 11 you usually give me?" I asked.
"No. There are 12 months in the year," she said, "You only need 11 refills and then you have to COME BACK FOR YOUR YEARLY PAP SMEAR."
She was obsessed with this. One year I had gotten my pap smear done at student health for FREE (as opposed to for $100 bucks -- thank you deductible!) downstairs from my office, and she was convinced that I had just skipped a year. Even though I told her I had gotten it done there and why. She asked me repeatedly why I hadn't come in that year. REPEATEDLY. As though she thought I was lying.
She also asked me repeatedly whether I'd ever had an abortion. At the same visit. This is not something I will ever understand.
Anyhow, back to the original story.
When she told me that 12 packs of pills was adequate for the year I said, "That only covers me for 48 weeks, and there are 52 weeks in a year. 52 divided by 4 equals 13."
"No," she said, "There are 12 months in the year."
"Are you trying to tell me that 52 divided by 4 equals 12?" I asked her.
She furrowed her brow and thought really hard.
In the end I got my 12 refills.
I still don't know if her 11 refills was a ploy to get me to come in more often, or if she really was that bad at math.
All I know is that I never should have had to escalate to that level of conflict in order to get her to do the math correctly. It was tres awkward.
The next time I came in was my last visit before I moved to Philadelphia. I told her I was going to medical school. She seemed intrigued. I then told her I was doing an MD-PhD program.
"Those MD-PhDs are the WORST doctors in the residency program I teach at," she said.
"That's nice," I thought. "But I'll bet they're a lot better at math than you are."
And she is just one of the reasons that I don't trust doctors.