angry rant about medical “professionals” no. 1403394…
The day before yesterday I went for my twice-yearly diabetes check up but both doctors whom I’d ever seen previously have now, sadly, both retired, which is a shame. Instead, this time, one of the three new diabetes consultants/specialists who saw me, was a fucking lunatic… I am certainly arranging it so that I never, ever see her again. Even in passing, in the street, might be too much, heh.
I had an inkling she might be a bad one after only the first minute or so had passed, when she asked me ‘Are you on any other medication, besides insulin?’. When I said ‘microgynon’ she looked at me like I was talking in tongues, and I had to spell it all out for her. Her very "professional" summary to herself was ‘Ahhh, the baby-stopping tablets’ (??!?!?). She then tried to phonetically spell it out to herself, out loud, as she wrote it down in my file. Seeing as how that comment alone had been enough to annoy me, I imagine I came across as quite patronising, as I corrected her verbal spelling, cutting her off mid-way through the word, and spelt it out FOR her (‘No - ‘mi-cro-gy-non’, nice and slowly for her).
When I told her the tops of my arms were one of my injection sites she started going on and on and on about how medical practice in the UK is ‘barbaric’ and ‘just like we’re still in the Middle Ages’, because people inject in their arms… I informed her that both the doctors I’d seen previously, who treated me for over nine years, and whose medical careers spanned decades (I didn't say this particular bit), as opposed to, well, hers (she’s fairly young), had both said the tops of my arms were fine and, indeed, that she could go and walk round the corner to the diabetes clinic for young people (under 18’s), where most of my treatment had obviously been, and speak to the full team of nurses etc, as I knew for a fact that they would back me up.
Whenever I disagreed with her she seemed to get really uppity and just kept repeating ‘impossible, impossible’ at me, like I must be lying. Oh, did I forget to mention that she was from some unidentifiable European country and her English was really, really poor?
She told me that my footwear had caused the skin infection on my foot, which just made me get really angry with her. How the hell does the inside bit of the back of my shoe, where my heel sits, cause a SKIN INFECTION on the SIDE of my foot, you moron? She kept saying ‘it’s rubbing your heel’ (‘NO, IT ISN’T!! Look at my heels - they’re fine, absolutely fine, and always have been’). I told her I’d been treating it with antiseptic cream and right from the first application it had been improving rapidly, genuinely after every application. She informed me it was ‘not a skin infection’, but then, how, exactly, do you explain its getting better since I started applying cream to it? She told me ‘Oh, it’s probably just started improving on its own anyway, so you just THINK it’s the cream helping’, but how can this possibly be the case when it was getting just worse and worse until the very day I put some cream on it to try it out, hmm? She ignored me saying all of this and just continued tutting at me like I was a naughty child, whilst scribbling notes down in my file, which I believe were just notes scolding me…
She called my GP ‘stupid’ and said he ‘must be more careful, as it’s people’s health he’s dealing with here’, after it was discovered that the bloodtest I’d had done at my GP’s surgery a few weeks ago hadn’t been tested for everything necessary (as in, didn't arrive at the lab with all the correct instructions and samples). I got quite angry at this point, well, that is, I did, after initially sitting there with my mouth gaping in disbelief for a few moments, as my GP is excellent, and told her he’d not been involved in my bloodtest at all, it was just some airhead nurse who’d done it. I’d seen her before and knew she wasn’t very efficient. So this new bitch of a doctor sent me off for another bloodtest, then and there, and went to speak to the nurse who was going to do it, acting as though I was going to try and irresponsibly get out of having another test done or something. What the fuck is wrong with this woman??
Oh, and as I was saying goodbye to the doctor, as politely as I could possibly muster, she came out with ‘So, will you be starting a nice little family soon?’. Fair enough to enquire, I give her that, but you can't word it like that.. When I responded with ‘No, did you not just listen to me when I told you I should be starting university soon?’, she came out with ‘Awww, oh no, such a shame, don’t you want any lovely little children? Such a shame *shakes head*’. You might expect such comments from nurses - that’s not a dig at them, incidentally, as often part of their job is just to make smalltalk with you when doing a bloodtest or something - but you do NOT expect that from a doctor; WHAT A FUCKING COW!! You DO NOT impose your opinion on people. Last thing said from me to her was ‘That’s your opinion. Keep it to yourself', followed by me closing her office door before she could say anything else.
At one point, genuinely the only point she was in any way nice or pleasant to me, she started saying Oxford Brookes, where I should hopefully get into shortly, was a good university etc etc. But at this point, when I was already so livid, and most things she spat out at me (or, as she did several times, ranted at me, or told me off over, getting angry at me for no reason) pissed me off immensely, I was so tempted to respond with, ‘Oh, really, you’ve had a look round the campus etc, why? Were you considering, maybe, perhaps, going there to do a medical degree in a few years time or something? Good for you!’.
Please back me up here, this was quite unacceptable behaviour from a doctor, wasn’t it? I’ve never been scolded by a doctor, full stop, not to mention that she was getting angry at me over things like my having injections in my arms, as it’s ‘barbaric’, despite handfuls and handfuls of medical professionals endorsing this and teaching me how it’s done etc.
I had an inkling she might be a bad one after only the first minute or so had passed, when she asked me ‘Are you on any other medication, besides insulin?’. When I said ‘microgynon’ she looked at me like I was talking in tongues, and I had to spell it all out for her. Her very "professional" summary to herself was ‘Ahhh, the baby-stopping tablets’ (??!?!?). She then tried to phonetically spell it out to herself, out loud, as she wrote it down in my file. Seeing as how that comment alone had been enough to annoy me, I imagine I came across as quite patronising, as I corrected her verbal spelling, cutting her off mid-way through the word, and spelt it out FOR her (‘No - ‘mi-cro-gy-non’, nice and slowly for her).
When I told her the tops of my arms were one of my injection sites she started going on and on and on about how medical practice in the UK is ‘barbaric’ and ‘just like we’re still in the Middle Ages’, because people inject in their arms… I informed her that both the doctors I’d seen previously, who treated me for over nine years, and whose medical careers spanned decades (I didn't say this particular bit), as opposed to, well, hers (she’s fairly young), had both said the tops of my arms were fine and, indeed, that she could go and walk round the corner to the diabetes clinic for young people (under 18’s), where most of my treatment had obviously been, and speak to the full team of nurses etc, as I knew for a fact that they would back me up.
Whenever I disagreed with her she seemed to get really uppity and just kept repeating ‘impossible, impossible’ at me, like I must be lying. Oh, did I forget to mention that she was from some unidentifiable European country and her English was really, really poor?
She told me that my footwear had caused the skin infection on my foot, which just made me get really angry with her. How the hell does the inside bit of the back of my shoe, where my heel sits, cause a SKIN INFECTION on the SIDE of my foot, you moron? She kept saying ‘it’s rubbing your heel’ (‘NO, IT ISN’T!! Look at my heels - they’re fine, absolutely fine, and always have been’). I told her I’d been treating it with antiseptic cream and right from the first application it had been improving rapidly, genuinely after every application. She informed me it was ‘not a skin infection’, but then, how, exactly, do you explain its getting better since I started applying cream to it? She told me ‘Oh, it’s probably just started improving on its own anyway, so you just THINK it’s the cream helping’, but how can this possibly be the case when it was getting just worse and worse until the very day I put some cream on it to try it out, hmm? She ignored me saying all of this and just continued tutting at me like I was a naughty child, whilst scribbling notes down in my file, which I believe were just notes scolding me…
She called my GP ‘stupid’ and said he ‘must be more careful, as it’s people’s health he’s dealing with here’, after it was discovered that the bloodtest I’d had done at my GP’s surgery a few weeks ago hadn’t been tested for everything necessary (as in, didn't arrive at the lab with all the correct instructions and samples). I got quite angry at this point, well, that is, I did, after initially sitting there with my mouth gaping in disbelief for a few moments, as my GP is excellent, and told her he’d not been involved in my bloodtest at all, it was just some airhead nurse who’d done it. I’d seen her before and knew she wasn’t very efficient. So this new bitch of a doctor sent me off for another bloodtest, then and there, and went to speak to the nurse who was going to do it, acting as though I was going to try and irresponsibly get out of having another test done or something. What the fuck is wrong with this woman??
Oh, and as I was saying goodbye to the doctor, as politely as I could possibly muster, she came out with ‘So, will you be starting a nice little family soon?’. Fair enough to enquire, I give her that, but you can't word it like that.. When I responded with ‘No, did you not just listen to me when I told you I should be starting university soon?’, she came out with ‘Awww, oh no, such a shame, don’t you want any lovely little children? Such a shame *shakes head*’. You might expect such comments from nurses - that’s not a dig at them, incidentally, as often part of their job is just to make smalltalk with you when doing a bloodtest or something - but you do NOT expect that from a doctor; WHAT A FUCKING COW!! You DO NOT impose your opinion on people. Last thing said from me to her was ‘That’s your opinion. Keep it to yourself', followed by me closing her office door before she could say anything else.
At one point, genuinely the only point she was in any way nice or pleasant to me, she started saying Oxford Brookes, where I should hopefully get into shortly, was a good university etc etc. But at this point, when I was already so livid, and most things she spat out at me (or, as she did several times, ranted at me, or told me off over, getting angry at me for no reason) pissed me off immensely, I was so tempted to respond with, ‘Oh, really, you’ve had a look round the campus etc, why? Were you considering, maybe, perhaps, going there to do a medical degree in a few years time or something? Good for you!’.
Please back me up here, this was quite unacceptable behaviour from a doctor, wasn’t it? I’ve never been scolded by a doctor, full stop, not to mention that she was getting angry at me over things like my having injections in my arms, as it’s ‘barbaric’, despite handfuls and handfuls of medical professionals endorsing this and teaching me how it’s done etc.