Well I have a new Doctor now and on first blush I like her. I actively chose to have a female DOctor because, well in truth I think they might actually give a damn more than a male one. In my personal life the male Doctors I have had have been very much about ego. They always seemed RUSHED when I was finally able to get an appointment to see them, and when it came down to it after months of waiting to ask questions I was treated to platitudes and what appeared to be a general lack of concern for anything other than making sure they got to the next patient appointment, like CHP officers chasing (what they sy is…) a mythical “quota” of patients per day. YES I know this is the shape of the healthcare industry as we have painted it today but that doesn’t mean that I have to either like it or sanction it.
Add to this that I have been working with Doctors on a project for the last year and that has given me a whole new perspective on the medical profession. First of all, as unsettling as it might be, I I have found out that Doctors are not so much scientists as artists. I learned that there is NO standardized national testing to sanction a Doctor to practice medicine and, as such, you really SHOULD pay attention to what school your Doctor graduated from as it really makes a difference.
Another thing I have discovered is that, in my recent experience, young male Doctors have a tendency to style themselves after Jon Hamm in Mad Men rather than as Marcus Welby. Young female Doctors, on the other hand, perceive that they are still fighting an uphill battle (which, sadly in the 21st century, they still are) and as such the ones I have encountered are more professional and more dedicated.
With that sort of knowledge in hand can there be any doubt as to what decisions I might make.
In my first meeting with my new Doctor we did something that I have not had any Doctor do since the advent of HMOs…we went over our time getting to know each other. In the end I left with one mild prescription to help me breathe better and two referrals to other doctors. One actually is to Check my Pacemaker, which is a good thing as Max need to be kept better tabs on. That one is today and requires a trip out of town to San Rafael. Tomorrow I meet with a cardiologist to discuss my fears about things that have been going on with my breathing and my heart. I am afraid that I have gotten in such bad shape that I am on my way to being one of those sad guys who has an oxygen bottle. Between you and me I am not sure I could handle that.