Insulting sh** doctors say...

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I took my younger daughter to one of the residents that practice at our doctors office. They get busy there so that's who you have to see, one of the residents. I don't mind because I like most of them but they stuck us with the PE teacher type one that I can't stand. I can't stand him because according to him, nobody needs medication for anything, everything can be cured by diet, exercise, healthier habits, and stopping smoking if you smoke. Now, granted, those are good things to do and they do help a lot of things but they don't cure every freaking thing. He's not even an MD, he's a DO and they don't tell you that. You never find that out unless he actually hands you a prescription that you have to take to the drug store rather than them send it over by computer like they do most of them now. Then you see the DO after his name. I don't want some kid treating my kid who didn't have good enough MCAT scores to get into a regular medical school!

Anyway, I've seen him before and didn't care for him. He tried to tell me that my depression could be cured by diet, exercise, stopping smoking, and going to church. I told him no, it can't, I've had it for years. We went back and forth about that for a good five minutes (doesn't sound long but feels it) then I told him "I'll just go see Nick" (Nick being the MD who owns the practice and hires the residents who is also my neighbor) so he says he will give me antidepressants. Then he wants to give me crap about which ones to give me. I don't want Celexa it made me suicidal, I don't want Zoloft it doesn't do diddly, I don't want Paxil it gives me panic attacks, etc. He doesn't believe in giving Welbutrin and Lexapro together, but guess what, I do. It's my body and I inform him of this and also inform him that I have been given that combination before by three, count 'em three, board certified physicians who are in practice for themselves and who have completed a residency and one in psychiatry even. So ok, but he wants to do bloodwork first. This means I have to come back first thing in the morning (no ride to get there so I had to freaking walk) on an empty stomach and get my blood taken. Then I have to wait a week to ten days and come back, pay another $20 to see him and get my lab results and then get my prescription. Now, at the time I was smack dab in the middle of a really bad depression. That's a long damn time for somebody who doesnt' do anything but lay in the bed and think fondly of death. But no, he wants to check some things. Seems he just wanted to check my thyroid to see if it was ok because that can cause depression. I told the girl at the desk I was not ever going to see him again after all that. Too much trouble and I'm old enough to know what works on me and to be able to decide to take my chances on it.

Anyway, when my younger daughter (16 with a weight problem, depression, headaches, sleeping too much and a binge eater) wanted to see the doctor that's who they gave us. It had been over a year since I saw that boy so I thought maybe he was a little better now. No, he wasn't. He told her to exercise, to go on a diet, he explained to her how her weight can cause her problems as if she didn't already know that and said the word "fat" more times than the meanest kids in grammar school probably did. Then he asked her in a very condescending way if she was depressed. She told him no because she didn't want to be around him any more than I did and didn't feel like telling him anything personal after the fat lecture. He did blood work, of course. We came back and he put her on vitamins. She asked him about the headaches and I said could he give her something mild like Tramadol. Well, no he can't because it's a pain medicine not a headache medicine and pain medicine doesn't help headaches. I actually said "What the hell??" and asked him if he's ever actually had a headache. I told the pharmacist about that and he said that was news to him, he always thought his got better when he took something for it. We made another appointment for two weeks like he said and I requested somebody else. Dr Jones who is female. They gave me crap at the desk and said they like them to keep seeing the same one they have been seeing. Well, I had had it with them and told her that number one, she's a 16 year old with depression and a weight problem. She doesn't want to see a boy or have him examining her especially after he kept referring to her as fat and number two he's not even an MD and nobody told me that at the get go, he's just a glorified chiropractor. We got Dr Jones the next time and she got proper meds that helped her.

Then there are the doctors that want to talk down to everybody and explain in detail in one syllable words everything about whatever condition you may or may not have and use a condescending tone. I've noticed them more since I've been down here in this town and gotten older. They are mainly really young. I usually let them go through the spiel and then ask them something about it using actual clinical terms. That's what my mother does with them too. They sometimes turn red out of embarrassment.

The last category of as*hole doctors is the ones who think everybody is drug seeking. They work in our emergency room and I think that every single doctor that works there has been told that all patients are drug seeking. It doesn't matter whats wrong with you, they don't want to give you anything. This one who shall remain nameless (Mindsigh would recognize the name, he used to own a bariatrics practice and lost it and got in a lot of trouble after his wife got killed because he was drinking too much and on speed - he does emergency medicine now at any place that will hire him. We know him socially from Birmingham although I had never been to him until the ER down here, he's more my husbands friend than mine though) he actually said "We don't give DOPE here!" I said "Johnny, Tramadol isn't actually dope." He's all like "Yes it is, yes it is, that s**t's addicting!" (he actually said s**t) but there was no talking to him. I have migraines and sometimes it gets too bad and my mother doesn't have something I can take, I don't have anything I can take and none of my friends have anything I can take so I have to go to the ER. Maybe 3 or 4 times a year, tops. It's no fun and I come back home and lay down and try to sleep and wait for the pain to stop. This last time, the idiot there gave me a shot of Reglan. WTF? Reglan. No, it doesn't help headaches, no at all! I even have some of that here for my daughters stomach. Sometimes they will give you Phenergan for a headache because "it will make you sleepy". Well, no it doesn't nor does it help the headache. How about a small amount of Demerol and Phenergan or maybe Nubain (not a narcotic but pretty strong and works well). Nope, not gonna happen. When my son cut the tip of his finger almost off he got 50mg Tramadol. Really?? He's allergic to most opiates and opioids but he can have Demerol. He's had it after surgery. Morphine too. It's very strong and knocks him out because he has no tolerance but almost cutting the tip of your finger off warrants something that strong. Hell, at DCH they gave it to my older son when he was having appendicitis pain. At DCH they give you Demerol and Phenergan for a migraine but it's too long a drive. I'm aware that in this small redneck town, when folks either run out of money for drugs or it's dry around here, a lot of them go to the ER with back pain, headache, or toothache and expect something. That doesn't mean everybody in pain is faking it.

Oh, and doctors who don't take anything you say seriously. No matter what the complaint is, it's all in your head or you are exaggerating it. I hate them too but know that they will get theirs eventually when they are sued for malpractice for not taking someone seriously and then they die.

Kaiser... ugh. The psychologist I just saw said I fit the profile for asperger's except that I seem to have empathy and can understand emotions and recognize facial expressions. Her criteria for judging this? Having me read the children's picture book Tuesday, which is about animals. Not humans. People on the spectrum cannot have empathy, they are cold empty shells, no humanity... or at least that's what it felt like she said. And she got all of this out of 2-3 hours of testing.

For my first appointment with a GYN, he basically sexually assaulted me and didn't see anything wrong with it... I got him in serious trouble, although I would have preferred ramming a hot iron up his rear. Thank you Chaucer for that idea.

I've always had a hoarding problem, developed depression when I was about 12, had anger issues... so my dad finally took me to a psychiatrist when I was 14 and that stupid doctor told us I was just a spoiled brat. His words, honest. My dad almost punched him. Turns out my brother in law saw him too and they almost punched him as well. I can't believe that (Expletive deleted) is still practicing.

I had a CNM (certified nurse midwife) tell me I would kill my unborn child if I continued breastfeeding my 9 mo. old.

I've found that if a doctor tells you you're just depressed, you're probably going to die because they're too stupid to realize it's not depression. It's happened to more people than I care to recount. I went to the ER for serious headache, dizziness, blurry vision, confusion, etc and they told me I was depressed. When the psychiatrist they sent in cleared me, said I wasn't depressed, they still sent me home.

What did they do to you to physically abuse and attack you?

One time my neck was bothering me so I made an appointment at a hospital clinic to find out what was wrong. I ended up seeing a nurse practitioner who was the worst one that I ever saw.

She didn't touch or even look at my neck the first time I went and only touched it the second time and no tests were done. All she would do is keep going on and on about how I needed to be working or in school. She even asked me if I had a mental illness. She asked me how I got there and when I said by cab she told me that I "should have walked because I have nothing better to do". The hospital is about a 45-60 minute walk from my house and it was raining that morning.

I never found out what was wrong with my neck.

"If you come back in a few months and you've developed new symptoms, like your arm goes numb or something, then we'll start worrying about your MRI results."

"Women don't really get Asperger's Syndrome, as far as I've heard. But, feel free to get a second opinion." (I did get a second opinion!)

When I first tried to get tested for Aspergers, I went to the local university's (which I was attending at the time in Greeley, Colorado) Psych department. An advanced student was assigned to me--I never saw any professor, though the student would consult with them. First, they only had Asperger tests for children, so he printed out a questionnaire or two off the internet and also had me complete some other personality, memory, and intelligence tests. Ultimately, he told me that I did not fit the bill because I wanted to have friends and that people with Aspergers have no interest in having/making friends *facepalm*. He also screwed up some of my personal history in his report. For example, he said I attempted suicide and wouldn't really talk about it when in reality it was my MOTHER who attempted it, not me! I wish my dad were not so concerned with spending money. If we had gone to the actual psych person that my therapist recommended, I probably could have had my official diagnosis two years earlier. ~_~;;;

Also had a someone I used to know in high school (not a doctor) tell me that he thinks people just use Aspergers as an excuse (as if they don't really have it or something). Needless to say, I no longer find him worth pursuing a friendship with.

My mom asked my GP when I was a toddler if I could be autistic & he laughed & said "Nick's just being Nick". I've been told by a few psychs I saw as an adult that I communicated too well & seem too intelligent to have anything on the autism spectrum.

I saw an allergist a couple months ago & he gave me a treatment plan that isn't helping. The plan copy he gave me amongst other things said for me to take one Zyrtec every evening & to take one in the morning as needed. I called a week or so ago to report that it wasn't helping & I talked to some p!ssant. I told him that I was still having sinus problems & he asked me how often I was taking Zyrtec. I told him sometimes 2wice a day but sometimes 1ce a day. He told me I should be taking it 2wice a day. I told him that it was written on my plan to take it 2wice a day as needed & he told me that I was supposed to be taking it 2wice a day sense the one didn't clear things up. As needed is a subjective thing & I told him that it wasn't helping alot & it made me tired & he told me that Zyrtec doesn't make people tired. I saw my allergist last week & he didn't want to do anything till I had a CAT scan on my sinus which I had yesterday.

what my wife is sick of hearing:

Wife: Doc I have (insert problem).

Doctor: That is because you are Fat(or they just say overweight) If you just lost weight you wouldn't have (insert problem)

Like that is the answer to all her problems. They obviously think if you are thin your life will be Bunnies and roses in a magical garden with unicorns. :sarcasm: Idiots.