Medical staff being rude/arrogant

Scott Allen10 said:I completely disagree. Just because a service is private doesn't mean it's superior. If anything, I think we need to be extremely cautious here—both for the sake of our bank accounts and our own physical health.

I couldn't agree more. In private practice, people tend to be incredibly polite and patient, but that isn't some kind of guarantee regarding their actual expertise. Even so, in those settings, you truly feel like a human being rather than just a number.

Edward Green said:well, if they're overpaid, then we should just cut their salaries. 👏
a if they're massively overpaid, then we should massively cut those salaries. 👏
Take that mentioned five and a half thousand, for example. 🙂

Personally, I think it's pretty hard to overpay someone whose entire career is dedicated to saving lives. But hey, that's just my two cents.

Honestly, I think that’s a pretty silly take. Don't get me wrong, it's an incredibly noble profession and our health is absolutely paramount, but at the end of the day, it's still a job just like any other.

And the actual definition of a doctor isn't simply "a person whose job is to save lives." Use the power of the internet for once.

I once ran into an absolute nightmare of a nurse... and the worst part was, I couldn't even snap back at her without looking like an idiot...

I had a fish bone stuck in my throat. I went to see my primary care physician, and she tried to get it out, but my gag reflex is so violent that she couldn't get any tools deep enough to reach it. She eventually wrote me a referral for the local hospital, so I cleared out and headed over there.
Once I arrived, this "brilliant" nurse starts lecturing me about how I didn't even need anesthesia—specifically a topical anesthetic—which was actually the entire reason my doctor sent me there in the first place. Then the doctor tries to just yank it out by force, fails, sprays the anesthetic, and pulls it out in seconds. As I’m walking out, this genius looks at me and says, "See? Told you that anesthesia wasn't necessary."
No, you absolute moron, I can't breathe, swallow, or speak normally right now because I am physically incapacitated, not because of the medication.

Then there was that one incident at the municipal clinic after a car accident... a lifetime ago, when I was still in sixth grade.
I’m lying there with a broken leg, casted all the way up to my hip, stripped from the waist down, sharing a room with two obnoxious teenage girls... just trying to sleep. Around 5:30 in the morning, following my third dose of sedation, I feel someone shaking me awake—wondering if they were prepping me for rounds or what on earth was happening. They strip me completely bare and start shouting something along the lines of, "Now I know what kind of dirty games you're playing!" I’m basically delirious, half-asleep... only to realize she’s exposed me entirely, and, naturally, my body decided to react to the situation in my sleep.
Meanwhile, those two little brats in the neighboring beds are just sitting there smirking. These are the same two kids who were terrified that I might catch a glimpse of their skin, given how blind I am without my glasses.
And when I first arrived, still reeling from the shock of the accident, one of these idiots brings in a kid who lost his lower leg in the crash... and asks me, "He isn't crying, so why are you?"
Goddammit, you incompetent fool, back then I didn't even understand what shock actually was or what the symptoms were, but you supposedly went to school for this and should have known better.

Honestly, the thought of leaving my life in the hands of butchers like that terrifies me.

Speaking of the Klaićev clinic... honestly, if we're going there, I have a whole collection of little stories regarding the "kindness" of their nurses just waiting to be told. But let's just start with this one...
Since our little guy had hydrocele, he obviously needed surgery. And since we were already doing anesthesia, we figured, why not get his circumcision and frenectomy done at the same time? We spent months preparing him—he was only four, you know—and then we head in for the pre-op with the anesthesiologist. The nurse tells us, "Be here tomorrow at 11:00 AM, fasting. No earlier appointments available!!" Can you even imagine the struggle? Trying to keep a four-year-old from eating or drinking anything until 11:00 in the morning???

But we pushed through. The doctor was lovely; he was so patient, explaining everything, showing us exactly what would happen and how. He tells us to come back the next day at 7:00 AM for the actual procedure. I thought, "Great, that's it!" Then I ask him, "Wait, why did everything have to be done on an empty stomach today?" He looks at me like I'm crazy, totally confused by the question. And the nurse—the very same one—is standing right there! I look at her, and she just shrugs and says, "Oh, I thought they were going to draw blood."

We said our goodbyes to the doctor, and as I was leaving, I made sure to thank her, while also letting her know she wasn't acting remotely sane (with a smile, of course 🙂).

Then, after the surgery, I actually got into a confrontation with that same nurse on the ward because she left him lying there, practically baked in the sun—apparently, someone couldn't be bothered to pull down the blinds.
My husband and I headed home around 6:00 PM. I called around 8:00 to check on him, only to have this nurse categorically insist that our child wasn't even on HER ward, and that I should "get myself together" and stop bothering her. After a bit of a shouting match, I managed to get hold of the doctor, and it turns out the boy was indeed on HER ward.

The next morning, around 10:00, we show up to see how our little treasure is doing, and the nurse goes, "Don't you people realize he's going home today? But only if I sign a paper saying that from this moment on, YOU are responsible for him." (I mean, excuse me? Who has been responsible for him for the last four years?) I told her, "As long as everything is fine and the doctor confirms it, absolutely..."

As I'm getting him dressed, this awful woman starts lecturing me on how to properly dress his penis, implying that no mother does it right (as if his condition was my fault instead of just how he was born!). I take him by the hand and we start to leave—nobody is telling us anything, the nurses are just drifting around—when suddenly one of them groans, "Wait, he's not allowed to walk!!!" Well, who told us that?! He’s a chunky kid, and carrying him wasn't exactly easy. I asked if I could borrow a stroller just to get him to the car, and she says sure, provided I bring it back... as if I'd ever bring that thing back to her house. 😕

Fast forward a few days to the follow-up appointment. There she is, that rude nurse (the little guy actually hid behind my legs when he saw her), along with the surgeon. They lay him down on the exam table, and she starts the nurse going to examine his surgical site, and the little man just snaps: "If you touch me again, I am never letting you near me for the rest of my life. Only my mommy and this doctor are allowed."
The nurse stood there frozen. The doctor just burst out laughing. And me? I was bursting with pride because my little guy already knows how to stand up for himself. 😘

Hello there.
I’m writing this as an experienced nurse, and I want to offer an apology on behalf of my more professional and decent colleagues.
While I haven't been in the field for decades, I can say I've never encountered a situation quite like this one.😕 If I were in your shoes, I would absolutely take this straight to the Head Nurse; frankly, that level of communication is completely unacceptable.
P.S. If anyone on our unit spoke to a colleague like that—assuming anyone even thought it was an option—they’d be fired on the spot. Legally speaking, they would.😉

Henry Brown2 said:Hi there!
I’m writing this as a senior nurse, and I want to offer an apology on behalf of all my hardworking, sensible colleagues...

🙂
You could have easily come at us with knives drawn, calling us demanding, spoiled, unreasonable, or even liars... That’s usually how people react when they feel attacked. But you didn't. 🙂

Having spent two months on the OB-GYN floor, I’ve observed that while the nursing staff varies in quality, most are perfectly competent; I certainly wouldn't dream of pointing out a physician's oversight to them.
The most striking moment occurred when the head gynecologist reached for a decorative gift bag overflowing with treats—a bouquet of roses sitting right there on the nurses' station desk—which had been given to the twelve of them as a small gesture of thanks, consisting of coffee vouchers and chocolates, while the head nurse received those roses from the grandmother
who had been tending to her and providing constant care following her surgery.
To be honest, I find the doctors more distasteful; once they abuse their authority, who is actually left to turn to for recourse?