Practicing medicine is one of the world’s most difficult, highly paid, highly respected profession. Doctors go through a lot before being able to get that prestigious title. School grades must be sky high, extra curricular activities must revolve around science, and university applications must be to die for. They have to go though course after course of agonizing material, serve endless laboratory and internship hours, and prepare a sleep depriving doctorate that makes them Xanax dependent.
I don’t give a flying f***!!
All I care about is when I visit your clinic, treat me properly, thoroughly, and accurately, give me the time I need, answer my questions, ease my concerns, and finally, give me my money’s worth of care. Oh and by the way, try not to prescribe medicine that is impossible to find or isn’t available in pharmacies all together.
Lately I’ve been having an allergic reaction to “something”; it could be my shampoo, my cosmetics, my nail polish, or just dust and pollution. “Something” was the term my dermatologist chose to diagnose the reason(s) for the rash I have under my eye. After one glance at my face, she began to jot down a list of creams, cleansers, and an ointment to treat it with a handwriting that requires a cryptographer to decipher it. Naturally, I couldn’t find the mystical ointment anywhere! And people blame me for avoiding Doctors for as much as I can.
I Hate Doctors!
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