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Ahem.
I’ve just made it back home from the hospital after getting my stitches removed. It was painful. Truly, quite painful. It still hurts, actually.
Naturally, I waited for the initial check-in to be cleared before being seen, but that isn't even the core of the issue.
The real problem is this.
There was this young woman—a doctor in her prime, I suppose, and quite attractive, honestly, even without any makeup on—who managed to send my blood pressure skyrocketing. Now, I’m not a man, so I don't mean 😢 in that way, but my pressure is usually quite low, and she sent it soaring.
I didn't have my referral on hand because, well, first, I hadn't had a chance to grab it since my current residence is on the complete opposite side of town from where my primary doctor is located, and second, my medical records only indicated that a referral would be needed for a follow-up appointment, which isn't until the 28th.
So, this lovely young lady gave me such a piercing, unpleasant look that it actually turned her face quite red. 😢 Then, in this incredibly stern, sharp tone, she pointed out that I didn't have a referral. I responded quite politely (because that’s just how I am 😍), trying to explain why I didn't have it when I arrived, but it felt like she wasn't really listening to me at all.
Then, out of nowhere, she flashed this sort of smirk 😕 and went right back to typing away diligently on her keyboard.
While the nurse was removing the sutures—which, as I mentioned, was very painful—the doctor chimed in again. "You didn't bring your medical history."
"I didn't; I forgot," I replied.
"How could you possibly forget?" she asked, her tone practically cutting through the air.
"Bleh."
"It seems to me that you are being rather irresponsible."
"And it seems to me that you are being rather harsh," I countered.
"Bleh."
At that exact moment, she ducked away behind a partition (it turns out later she had just gone to grab a coffee, which she clearly should have done earlier). The nurse finished her work—and I must say, she was incredibly kind, truly a gem 🙏—and told me I’d need to come back tomorrow because the wound doesn't look quite right. I wasn't thrilled to hear that, because, let's be honest, I really don't feel like paying for another $50 Uber ride, and I certainly don't want to head back to the hospital just to have those women ruin my morning again.
The doctor remained tucked away behind that wall, and stayed there. I was actually the one who stepped up to ask if she needed me to drop off the referral for today's visit later on.
In the meantime, I took a peek at my medical records. She had typed: "PLEASE BRING REFERRAL AND DISCHARGE PAPERS AT FOLLOW-UP." In all caps, no less.
As I was leaving, she smiled at me again, though her eyes certainly weren't smiling.
So, now I'm curious. Primarily, I'm wondering if anyone here in the medical profession can weigh in. What kind of behavior is this? 😕
Where is the human element? 😕
Okay, fine, I didn't have the referral. I forgot the discharge papers.
But I am the type of person who, on my very first day in the hospital, was busy texting, ended up on the wrong floor because the elevator was acting up and I didn't notice, and accidentally wandered right into the surgical suite without even realizing it.
I am also the person who, just today, walked toward the wrong department, despite the fact that the medical records explicitly stated which one to go to—and I did read them.
I am the kind of person who manages to drop food on freshly washed clothes.
Yes, that is truly who I am. 😢
She cannot possibly know what kind of person I am. She can't know what kind of people any of the folks coming through those doors are.
Her job, among many other things, is to be kind.
People don't come to the hospital by choice. They come for all sorts of reasons and in all sorts of situations. I don't think anyone actually wants to be there. Believe me, I certainly don't want to be there.
You know how it goes in life—sometimes when one thing starts sliding downhill, everything else just follows suit. That’s exactly what happened to me once I broke that damn bone. Honestly, I am just completely over it all. I’m exhausted, I’m frustrated, and frankly, I’m just feeling pretty miserable. And if I’m being honest, I find myself really craving some kindness from my medical team. I truly, deeply want to encounter doctors and nurses who are actually pleasant to be around.
Out of everyone I encountered there, it seemed like every single person who was acting hostile or irritable was a woman. One particular individual gave off a bit of a bipolar vibe, constantly shifting between this forced smiling and then snapping at people.
I’m not usually the type of person to jump into arguments or seek out conflict, but it genuinely upsets me—and honestly, it makes me quite sad—that people whose entire profession involves caring for individuals in vulnerable physical and mental states can be so incredibly oblivious to their impact.
Someone recently mentioned to me that there's absolutely no need to bring anything for kind doctors or nurses, since being polite is literally part of their job description. Is that actually true?
I even felt a sudden impulse to pick up a box of chocolates for my nurse. Why did I feel that way? 🙂
This is just a relatively mild instance that got under my skin today, though I know there are certainly worse stories out there. I decided to start this thread primarily to hear from healthcare professionals: why is the atmosphere sometimes like this, and do you find yourselves behaving this way toward your patients?
Of course, I would also love to hear from the "patients" out there about their own experiences. 😬
I’ve just made it back home from the hospital after getting my stitches removed. It was painful. Truly, quite painful. It still hurts, actually.
Naturally, I waited for the initial check-in to be cleared before being seen, but that isn't even the core of the issue.
The real problem is this.
There was this young woman—a doctor in her prime, I suppose, and quite attractive, honestly, even without any makeup on—who managed to send my blood pressure skyrocketing. Now, I’m not a man, so I don't mean 😢 in that way, but my pressure is usually quite low, and she sent it soaring.
I didn't have my referral on hand because, well, first, I hadn't had a chance to grab it since my current residence is on the complete opposite side of town from where my primary doctor is located, and second, my medical records only indicated that a referral would be needed for a follow-up appointment, which isn't until the 28th.
So, this lovely young lady gave me such a piercing, unpleasant look that it actually turned her face quite red. 😢 Then, in this incredibly stern, sharp tone, she pointed out that I didn't have a referral. I responded quite politely (because that’s just how I am 😍), trying to explain why I didn't have it when I arrived, but it felt like she wasn't really listening to me at all.
Then, out of nowhere, she flashed this sort of smirk 😕 and went right back to typing away diligently on her keyboard.
While the nurse was removing the sutures—which, as I mentioned, was very painful—the doctor chimed in again. "You didn't bring your medical history."
"I didn't; I forgot," I replied.
"How could you possibly forget?" she asked, her tone practically cutting through the air.
"Bleh."
"It seems to me that you are being rather irresponsible."
"And it seems to me that you are being rather harsh," I countered.
"Bleh."
At that exact moment, she ducked away behind a partition (it turns out later she had just gone to grab a coffee, which she clearly should have done earlier). The nurse finished her work—and I must say, she was incredibly kind, truly a gem 🙏—and told me I’d need to come back tomorrow because the wound doesn't look quite right. I wasn't thrilled to hear that, because, let's be honest, I really don't feel like paying for another $50 Uber ride, and I certainly don't want to head back to the hospital just to have those women ruin my morning again.
The doctor remained tucked away behind that wall, and stayed there. I was actually the one who stepped up to ask if she needed me to drop off the referral for today's visit later on.
In the meantime, I took a peek at my medical records. She had typed: "PLEASE BRING REFERRAL AND DISCHARGE PAPERS AT FOLLOW-UP." In all caps, no less.
As I was leaving, she smiled at me again, though her eyes certainly weren't smiling.
So, now I'm curious. Primarily, I'm wondering if anyone here in the medical profession can weigh in. What kind of behavior is this? 😕
Where is the human element? 😕
Okay, fine, I didn't have the referral. I forgot the discharge papers.
But I am the type of person who, on my very first day in the hospital, was busy texting, ended up on the wrong floor because the elevator was acting up and I didn't notice, and accidentally wandered right into the surgical suite without even realizing it.
I am also the person who, just today, walked toward the wrong department, despite the fact that the medical records explicitly stated which one to go to—and I did read them.
I am the kind of person who manages to drop food on freshly washed clothes.
Yes, that is truly who I am. 😢
She cannot possibly know what kind of person I am. She can't know what kind of people any of the folks coming through those doors are.
Her job, among many other things, is to be kind.
People don't come to the hospital by choice. They come for all sorts of reasons and in all sorts of situations. I don't think anyone actually wants to be there. Believe me, I certainly don't want to be there.
You know how it goes in life—sometimes when one thing starts sliding downhill, everything else just follows suit. That’s exactly what happened to me once I broke that damn bone. Honestly, I am just completely over it all. I’m exhausted, I’m frustrated, and frankly, I’m just feeling pretty miserable. And if I’m being honest, I find myself really craving some kindness from my medical team. I truly, deeply want to encounter doctors and nurses who are actually pleasant to be around.
Out of everyone I encountered there, it seemed like every single person who was acting hostile or irritable was a woman. One particular individual gave off a bit of a bipolar vibe, constantly shifting between this forced smiling and then snapping at people.
I’m not usually the type of person to jump into arguments or seek out conflict, but it genuinely upsets me—and honestly, it makes me quite sad—that people whose entire profession involves caring for individuals in vulnerable physical and mental states can be so incredibly oblivious to their impact.
Someone recently mentioned to me that there's absolutely no need to bring anything for kind doctors or nurses, since being polite is literally part of their job description. Is that actually true?
I even felt a sudden impulse to pick up a box of chocolates for my nurse. Why did I feel that way? 🙂
This is just a relatively mild instance that got under my skin today, though I know there are certainly worse stories out there. I decided to start this thread primarily to hear from healthcare professionals: why is the atmosphere sometimes like this, and do you find yourselves behaving this way toward your patients?
Of course, I would also love to hear from the "patients" out there about their own experiences. 😬