Isn’t it great when you go in with a totally non-confrontational attitude, open-minded, giving the benefit of the doubt… and are responded to with antagonism?
Hello, sorry, I didn’t even bring up the word “Lyme.” I handed you my western blot results and you got prickly. Um. Like, sorry for being sick and organized. Have a cow, already.
Whew. Someone has some tension. Let me make you some soothing tea and I’ll be on my way.
I don't know if you've heard about it, but there’s this cool thing in our society: I will totally respect you. I am happy to hear your opinion and diagnosis. But, legally, I don’t have to agree with you. Yet.
Trust me, that’s very cool.
Anyway. I’ll let up. Maybe somebody was just having a rough day. But if I hadn’t already been through YEARS of this from dozens of other specialists, it would have totally thrown me.
Nevertheless, I have a huge respect for those in the health-care field, I honestly do. It’s a big responsibility, and you have to deal with some disgusting tasks and frustrating people. Those of you that do your job with a gentle, cheerful and compassionate nature really make a wonderful, lasting impression on your sick patients.
Do they teach classes on relating to patients… like Empathy 101, or Doctor P.R. or something?
I hope they do. If not, here’s a good tip: Please don’t treat me like a Petri dish.
I have feelings, as you proved when you rapped with abandon on my already-agonized legs.
Because I promise, as much fun as it looks to walk like a cripple, stay up allll night, and have to be driven everywhere, this really isn’t what I want to be doing with my “prime” years.