nobody breathe..
Sep. 9th, 2010 11:05 amI’m at Dad’s and connected to the net. God knows how long it will last.
Doctors was an entire waste of time – as usual. I sat there, he said “how are you.” This seems either an entirely redundant question to me (as surely if anyone, HE should know) or something that I could spend an hour answering, but as I only have ten minutes I say “fine.” He then turns to his PC and looks at my notes. heaven forfend he couldn’t look at them before I arrive and give an impression of knowing what he was doing. “Oh yes, you came for an ECG yesterday.”
Me: Yes
Him: *phones reception* can I have Erastes’ ECG results please.
Because obviously it’s impossible to have the records of your expected patients to hand in advance. This kind of behaviour would get you sacked in business.
ECG turns up. Doctor opens and stares at them for a minute.
Then he turns to me and says; (wait for it, it’ll blow you away)
YOU HAVE AN IRREGULAR HEARTBEAT.
Well, bugger me. How much is this man paid? it’s taken him SIX weeks to confirm something I TOLD HIM in the first place.
HEAD FUCKING DESK. There are just… no words.
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Date: 2010-09-09 10:15 am (UTC)Did he eventually work his way up to anything you didn't know already?
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Date: 2010-09-09 10:28 am (UTC)However, one tip I picked up (from Moorfields Eye Hospital, strangely!) is that they can get an adequate reading using the standard cuff on the FOREARM.
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Date: 2010-09-09 10:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-09 10:36 am (UTC)That's worth knowing, because the standard cuffs don't fit me. Like you, I've got big arms.
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Date: 2010-09-09 10:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-09 12:24 pm (UTC)As a friend said who used to work for a doctor--very few physicians graduated at the top of their class. I hope you get a better one soon!
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Date: 2010-09-09 09:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-10 05:05 am (UTC)Ah, but what sort of irregularity? It's been years since I read an ECG, but even I can remember that lovely phrase 'regular irregularity'. Which is probably called something else now, but I'd at least expect him to scan the ECG and be able to say what he can't see. Look! there are even pretty pictures online to help him (that was the first one that came up in Google, so it's not exactly difficult to find them).
Sorry, but I used to love having results that I could point at and say 'well, according to the lab/machine that goes ping/Kevin at the referral practice little Fluffy doesn't have the X wrong, but might well have Y, so let's try the suggested treatment for Y/whatever Kevin said in his fax'.
We pay for the NHS. Why can't we have better GPs? And bang his head on a desk, not your own. Far more satisfying.
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Date: 2010-09-10 07:38 pm (UTC)Me (standing with my weight on my left leg): "I injured my knee playing rounders last night and can't put any weight on it"
Him: "Ok. Stand on one leg."
Me: "I am"
Him: "No, put your weight on your bad leg"
Me: *does so*
*falls over*
Him: "Yes, you've injured your knee. Have some paracetamol"
Me & my mum: *walk out, disgusted*
Dad's response when we got home: "Well that was a bloody waste of time. Here, have an ibuprofen, it's better than paracetamol"