I haven't been on this page in a while, so either there was nothing really 'bitch worthy' happening or I've just been to damn tired to complain. This week changed all that. This week I had an appointment with my Rheumatologist. I have these 4 times a year, one of which I get to see the doctor and the other three I am subjected to the physician assistant. Now I'm not against seeing a PA. Some of them I prefer to the doctor. I find in general they take more time with you, actually listen to what you have to say and are compassionate. Not so with this PA. When I first started seeing this doctor, I was thrilled. She's incredibly smart and thorough and I'm lucky to have found her. That being said, seeing her PA is frustrating, pointless and yet, still expensive. This particular PA is a pretty little thing, with a lisp that would be endearing if she didn't have the heart of a viper. A 'doctor wanna be' who asks questions, doesn't really listen to your answers as she is to busy typing away on her little keyboard, and then proceeds to argue with everything you say. You know she isn't listening to you as at your very next appointment she will have things written down that were never said. Her selective hearing it exemplary and the speed at which she can type this incorrect information is stellar. Before each and every appointment, I tell myself that I will NOT talk to her! I will answer her questions with simple, one word replies and escape intact, leaving her condescending attitude and eye rolls behind. It never works out that way as I am basically a nice person and find it difficult to be rude to others. Despite the fact that as soon as I open my mouth its on, I still allow her to draw me into her web where she can badger and insult me until she's had her quota of fun and leaves the room.
I can't tell you now many times I've left there in tears, although I never let her see, vowing to find a new doctor. She will ask me about my pain and then poo-poo me as though I am some whine-ass. There have been so many time I wanted to sink my fingers into her streaky hair, pull her ass off her tiny stool and say, "Listen Bitch, I had five babies all without a drop of anesthetic. I had my eye taken out and put back in and I had my gall bladder out at 8:30a.m. and was climbing back into my truck by noon! I only take ibuprofen for pain as I'm allergic to acetaminophen and codeine, so don't tell me about my pain level, you insensitive wretch", but of course I can't do that. I guess I need to get my records and find another doctor. I don't dare ask to them transferred as who knows what the hell 'the evil one' would put in there. I certainly don't want to end up like Elaine on Seinfeld. It's a shame too because the doctor is one of the best around but I don't think she would believe me it I told her about her assistant's unprofessional behaviour. I will send a letter after I leave the practice and she can do with it what she chooses. Until then I'll be armed with this really cool product I found online.
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7/27/2014 11:39:06 am
This is so true . I had a.doctor that.blew off my various complaints and I had lyme disease for 9 months before he finally said" well the lymes titer was positive" So for 9 most I thought I was crazy ,when I was really sick.I now have no problem voicing my disatisfaction with dr,pa nurses etc. You need to speak up . They need us . There are plenty of good ones out there . I guess I am not.a nice person,I do speak up . Too bad we don,t live closer. I have had friends and family ask me to go with.them because I.do have a big mouth. And I do it in the nicest way possible
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Stevie
7/28/2014 03:38:00 am
I'll bet you do Jan, lol. Thanks for the support and if we lived closer I would take you with me. I bet you could straighten her out in a hurry, but as a nurse you'd know what to say.
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Keriann McKenna, Author/Editor
7/27/2014 03:07:46 pm
I want some of that "Spray the Bitch Away." I think we should make it ourselves. I think it should smell like sewage of the worst kind, with a combination of skunk and rotten potatoes added for lasting odor. We could even make it in a patch that you could slap on her back when you hug her good-bye for the last time...white of course to blend in with her tiny little lab coat. I've heard dead fish in the back of a desk drawer works great too. If none of this appeals to you, if you know someone with a horse, you can send her a gift. The post office has a good deal on "if it's shit, it ships...no, sorry that's not exactly how they promote it, but in this case close enough.
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Stevie
7/28/2014 03:40:09 am
Lol. I would never hug her, so the patch is out and I think it might be illegal to send a package like that but I can dream.
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monique
9/26/2014 04:14:33 am
Stevie this is horrible. This is why I am studying nursing because I hate those I know it all I have a degree type or people and forget basic human respect and compassion for their patient's. See i'm really nice and can put up with a real lot but when it's things like this I will give it to them straight then i will complain and do what I have to do to make sure the attitude and unprofessional-ism is recognized. Stories like this make me so made because I could just imagine miss stupid no it all PA talking down and treating you horribly.
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Stevie
9/27/2014 03:41:26 am
Oh Monique, you are sweet and will make a wonderful medical professional. Twenty years ago, I would have ripped her a new one lol. If someone had treated one of my clients like this I would have been on the phone, moving up the chain of command until I got results. I think some of these 'professionals' take advantage of the fact that by the time you see a doctor like this you're already sick and often tired. It makes the patient the perfect victim. Good luck Monique, your patients will be so lucky to have you.
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Carol
6/4/2015 12:35:42 pm
I have also been through the "Doctor you are NOT listening to me." bit. After I had a really bad car accident with severe whiplash, and felt like crap for months. Even to the point of telling my husband not to feel bad if I died in the night because I could not live like this anymore. I was exhausted every minute. All I wanted to do was sleep. I was to tired to eat but gained weight. I was confused all the time and could not remember what the colors of the stop lights meant. I would approach a stoplight are keep repeating "green means go, green means go" I would try to go to meeting for work at places I had been to a hundred times and forget how to get there. I was close to suicide. If I did not have 2 children still at home I may have actually done it. MY sister, a WELL KNOW author kept telling me it was my Thyroid. I kept telling her that just because 1/2 of our family was on Thyroid medicine did not mean I had that problem too. But I repeatedly ask my doctor to do a thyroid test. A simple blood test. All he ever said was "it's not your thyroid. " He even sent me for a biopsy of my uterus. WTH. I think those doctors were in cahoots. It was agony. No numbing of any kind. My body was in shock after and I had to drive myself home. That dr. called the next day to tell me everything was fine. I bagged him to check my thyroid. He said "it's not your thyroid". But I cried and pleaded saying I have had every test possible, please, it's a simply blood test. He relented. I went the next morning and by that afternoon received a call telling me to come right he, he did not know how I was still walking around. The thyroid controls everything in your body. When it shuts down so does everything else. He prescribed Synthroid and Aprox 6 weeks later I was a new woman. Had so much energy it was amazing. Lost all the weight I gained too. So please make your doctor listen to you. You know your body better than anyone else.
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Stevie
6/4/2015 02:11:32 pm
And this is why you should always listen to your younger sister, lol. Love you.
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