The Medical Profession
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thessalianI *heart* my doctor.
After years of working for doctors, I have kind of learned to spot the difference between a reasonable doctor, a good doctor and a great doctor. Dr Bez is one of the great ones, in my opinion. For one thing, it's clear that not only does he like his job, but he cares about his patients. He listens, he asks every question he can think of and he puts the patient first, even if it means a buttload of extra work. He really tries, and I admire that.
Not that he's sure what's actually wrong with me. He informs me that the Lansoprazole should have kicked in days ago if it was going to, so poked and prodded and asked question after question after question, and then came up with a list of possible diagnoses - peptic ulcer seems the most possible of the lot, possibly connected with helicobacter pylori. Oh, ducky. Anyway, I'm now signed off until the 29th so that I can rest up and have some tests done - full blood test to rule out the H. pylori and an upper abdominal ultrasound. Oh, double ducky. And, of course, it being lunchtime, I can't get through to any of the relevant hospital departments I need to ring. What happened to voicemail? When I was working in radiology, I'd have been shot if someone wasn't covering my phone. Anyway, if I haven't shown improvement by the end of next week, they're going to stick me in the hospital. Oh, triple ducky.
Still, we are getting to the bottom of the horrible gut-crampy pain, for which I suppose I should be grateful. And I am, because I like the kind of doctor who insists on getting things tested and generally sorted out instead of just making some vague diagnosis, handing out pills and sending patients on their merry way. So yeah, I *heart* my doctor. I do not so much *heart* the idea of landing in the hospital, but that's by the by.
[[Edit: Despite the fact that Dr Bez faxed through the ultrasound request and marked it urgent, the people at Barnet Hospital radiology don't give an unholy fuck and still insist I call back on Tuesday to so much as schedule an appointment. And Finchley Hospital blood test appointments are still engaged. I will keep trying, and then if I hear nothing, fuck it; I'm doing a walk-in at Chase Farm or somewhere. Now I remember why I hated working in hospitals.]]
After years of working for doctors, I have kind of learned to spot the difference between a reasonable doctor, a good doctor and a great doctor. Dr Bez is one of the great ones, in my opinion. For one thing, it's clear that not only does he like his job, but he cares about his patients. He listens, he asks every question he can think of and he puts the patient first, even if it means a buttload of extra work. He really tries, and I admire that.
Not that he's sure what's actually wrong with me. He informs me that the Lansoprazole should have kicked in days ago if it was going to, so poked and prodded and asked question after question after question, and then came up with a list of possible diagnoses - peptic ulcer seems the most possible of the lot, possibly connected with helicobacter pylori. Oh, ducky. Anyway, I'm now signed off until the 29th so that I can rest up and have some tests done - full blood test to rule out the H. pylori and an upper abdominal ultrasound. Oh, double ducky. And, of course, it being lunchtime, I can't get through to any of the relevant hospital departments I need to ring. What happened to voicemail? When I was working in radiology, I'd have been shot if someone wasn't covering my phone. Anyway, if I haven't shown improvement by the end of next week, they're going to stick me in the hospital. Oh, triple ducky.
Still, we are getting to the bottom of the horrible gut-crampy pain, for which I suppose I should be grateful. And I am, because I like the kind of doctor who insists on getting things tested and generally sorted out instead of just making some vague diagnosis, handing out pills and sending patients on their merry way. So yeah, I *heart* my doctor. I do not so much *heart* the idea of landing in the hospital, but that's by the by.
[[Edit: Despite the fact that Dr Bez faxed through the ultrasound request and marked it urgent, the people at Barnet Hospital radiology don't give an unholy fuck and still insist I call back on Tuesday to so much as schedule an appointment. And Finchley Hospital blood test appointments are still engaged. I will keep trying, and then if I hear nothing, fuck it; I'm doing a walk-in at Chase Farm or somewhere. Now I remember why I hated working in hospitals.]]
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Date: 2006-09-21 06:39 pm (UTC)Then again, if they're like that, then it might be better to just go somewhere else.
Anyway, I've been keeping you in my thoughts. I hope all this gets cleared up quickly so you can get back on your feet!