I HATE doctors.
Not surgeons or EMTs or the like – this doesn’t apply to people who actually DO something. It’s the GPs. I hate them. HATE them. Medicine is such a racket…
I don’t get sick often, and I go to the doctor even less, but the times when I have been ill enough to have to seek medical attention, I’ve NOT ONCE had a doctor tell me something I didn’t already know. That’s not to say that I’m smart (I know fuck all about medicine), but I expect someone who’s been through medical school & demands I refer to them by their title to be able to do more than nod their head, say “Alright…” and charge me a couple hundred bucks!
Right now, I have bronchitis. A doctor can’t see me till Thursday. I know I have bronchitis because my roommate Rachel had bronchitis, and I caught it from her. So why do I need to tell some doctor?
Maybe they have to do some tests to make sure that’s what’s actually wrong with me. But “they” aren’t doctors – they’re lab techs in a lab working with machines. Here, machine. Here’s my swab! Compute!
Doctors (again, just the GPs) are over-trusted, overpaid educated guessers who do nothing but cost me money and time. There’s no difference between a general practitioner and a weatherman, except that when a weatherman’s guess is wrong, you may have too warm a coat with you, whereas a doctor’s ineptitude can kill you.
If you are a doctor, I hate you. You are a crook and a bastard, and I hope people stop kissing your ass and your children fall gravely ill and have to wait for medication like the rest of us.
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Some fuel for your fire. Maybe you should try a faith healer instead.
I read a few excerpts from “Overtreated,” and had to stop. I have to talk to a doctor tomorrow, and could feel my contempt rising. That or the acid reflux.
Looks like somebody was bitten by the ‘bitter bug’.