"Doctors are trained to see horses, not zebras." I've heard this idiom many times, and have said it to doctors, who are often offended by it. At what point do you realize you are looking at a zebra and not a horse? I understand that if a person comes in with a swollen knee for the first time, considering the statistics, they most likely injured it somehow. The second time? Maybe they are a rock climber and do activities that aggravate their knee. The third time? How many times before you… read more
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Oh, I rarely give them a second chance. But they so consistently do it from individual to individual it's scary. I'm on my 3rd GP in 2 years. 4th derm in 2 years...
I love when they want to be called doctor but won't call me doctor. I spent 7.5 years in grad school and have earned the title, but most can't bring themselves to say it! That's another clue they aren't so great...
I think we might be a giant herd of zebras.
The problem I'm having is that dermatologists I've seen only spend about 10 minutes with me before literally walking out of the room. This has led to delayed or mis-diagnosis of my plaque psoriasis and quick recommendations of potentially problematic drugs. The business model they have to work on is a loser for patients.
Myself and my dad are allergic to sulfa drugs as well. I break out in hives and get incredibly itchy.
On the other hand.. this can be to our benefit ;)
because this behavior separates their camps similarly.
There should definitely be no second or third time visiting that individual.
Notice what I didn’t call them?
I saw one individual who didn’t like it that I caught them misdiagnosing and misinforming me and apparently they had a filter fail when I politely corrected them. The filter failure resulted in them bellowing at me twice in a row “IIIIII AMMM A DOCCCCTOR! …… IIIIII AMMM A DOCCCCTOR!”
My husband was in the room with me and when I stood up from the examination table he stood up too and followed me towards the door.
The red, puffing individual behind us demanded “ WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!!”
So I turned towards him and said with a smile,
“ You MAY be a doctor, but you are not MY doctor.”