melloworca6 said:The intro to this thread focuses specifically on prescription ordering and general practice—not hospitals, which is what I covered in my own post. There is absolutely no way to compare your point to mine and the introduction; they aren't even in the same league.
Lying here in this hospital bed, the only thing I can actually credit is the staff—everything else about this experience has been enough to make me sick. Just because there are a few deadbeats in a profession—and let’s face it, there are deadbeats in every field—it doesn't give someone the right to drag the entire profession through the mud, which is exactly what you're doing. It’s the same story with patients, really; you find all sorts of characters in there too.
Even if this thread ends up being used as a punching bag for everyone to vent their frustrations—which, let's face it, is likely—I highly doubt it’ll stay afloat for very long.
Ha, you really think that’s the extent of it? Please. Here is a little more insight into the supposed "expertise" of our local handymen:
When I was a kid, my parents spent three years dragging me from one neurology clinic to another—three long years of chasing shadows because I had suddenly lost my hearing, my sense of balance, and my ability to hold my head straight. Instead of simply ordering a standard CT scan, these so-called "specialists" decided to play philosopher rather than doctors. One "expert" actually sat there and told us my brain was somehow "drying up"—as if that were even a medical reality—while another had the audacity to suggest I had Down syndrome. It wasn't until I finally happened to get a CT scan that they actually found the truth: a tumor. Because those doctors preferred their own wild theories over basic diagnostics, I lost my hearing and my equilibrium during those three wasted years. Fast forward to today, and one of those geniuses is actually being honored with an award for "distinguished lifelong service" at a pediatric neurology department in Seattle. It’s almost poetic—I suppose he earned his doctorate in "dehydrated brains."
My cousin was recently diagnosed with pancreatic cancer—the kind of news where doctors basically tell you to start settling your affairs and prepare for the end. We were all bracing for the absolute worst. Then, just a few days later, it turns out it was nothing more than a benign bile duct stricture. The man was literally preparing to die.
Don't even get me started on the whole "trusting the system" thing. Based on my own run-ins with doctors, I don't have a single kind word left for them—none whatsoever.