"Worst Doctors in the World" Awards

[maryok]

I'm a big fan of Keith Olberman's Countdown show (MSNBC) ... and particularly, his biting and humorous segment "Worst Persons in the World!" So in an attempt to deal with my "doctor issues" in a healthier way (ie, to not get so angry which only makes my symptoms worse), I thought it could be beneficial to find some humor in this whole situation.

So I hereby christen "Worst Doctors in the World!" Give us your best and most outrageous doctors stories so we can all have a good laugh.

IMPORTANT: PLEASE DON'T MENTION DOC'S REAL NAMES (they know who they are!). Plus, it would be MUCH more fun to make up your own name for them.

My Nomination: Dr. Ego, for his outrageous arrogance and "delusions of grandeur." (I've already posted the gory details elsewhere.)

[maryok]

I'm a big fan of Keith Olberman's Countdown show (MSNBC) ... and particularly, his biting and humorous segment "Worst Persons in the World!" So in an attempt to deal with my "doctor issues" in a healthier way (ie, to not get so angry which only makes my symptoms worse), I thought it could be beneficial to find some humor in this whole situation.

So I hereby christen "Worst Doctors in the World!" Give us your best and most outrageous doctors stories so we can all have a good laugh.

IMPORTANT: PLEASE DON'T MENTION DOC'S REAL NAMES (they know who they are!). Plus, it would be MUCH more fun to make up your own name for them.

My Nomination: Dr. Ego, for his outrageous arrogance and "delusions of grandeur." (I've already posted the gory details elsewhere.)

[jano]

Hmmm there have been so many, but I think the one that takes the cake is the one at the Mayo Clinic I saw. I took a vacation day from work to drive the 100 mile trip down to Rochester from Minneapolis. I had seen many doctors, got frustrated, quit trying to see doctors and then, figured as a last resort, I would take the trip to the Mayo, after all they are world renowned as being on the the best. Now, when I say last resort, basically that means I was willing to take the trip to go down there because if they couldn't figure it out who could.

I did bring samples of the fibers (first mistake), and did tell the doctor that they were my last resort. Not even 5 minutes into the session, the doctor saw that I was on antidepressants and automatically thought I might be suicidal! I think I was pretty chipper when I was in there. He wanted me to see a psychiatrist there. I told him I had already had a psychological profile test done and that it was normal. He left the room, looked at the fibers and said they were hairs.

He had his nurse come in and take a biopsy. Then he proceeded to tell me that they wanted blood drawn (that was good), but he wanted me to make appointments with the shrink. I KNOW I AM NOT MAKING THIS CRAP UP ABOUT MY SKIN! Then, he left the room and the nurse came in to make the appointments. She said, "Oh, NOW I see the scars on your face", the doctor said to me (the nurse), "Did you SEE the SCARS on her FACE?"

Yeah, real tactful eh? Real professional.

So I had the blood drawn and was told I would hear results in about a week. After being at the lab, I drove home. I was maybe home for an hour and the phone rang, it was the doctor's nurse saying I need to come back because the blood drawn wasn't properly sealed and half of the 4 or so vials couldn't be used for lab tests. I told them to forget it. What a crock of S***!

First of all his main goal was to pass me off to have my head examined and NOT to determine the physical cause of my skin problems. Oh, yeah and he is one of the professors also at the Mayo School - how about that!

Whew! Thanks for letting me vent.

[jano]

Hmmm there have been so many, but I think the one that takes the cake is the one at the Mayo Clinic I saw. I took a vacation day from work to drive the 100 mile trip down to Rochester from Minneapolis. I had seen many doctors, got frustrated, quit trying to see doctors and then, figured as a last resort, I would take the trip to the Mayo, after all they are world renowned as being on the the best. Now, when I say last resort, basically that means I was willing to take the trip to go down there because if they couldn't figure it out who could.

I did bring samples of the fibers (first mistake), and did tell the doctor that they were my last resort. Not even 5 minutes into the session, the doctor saw that I was on antidepressants and automatically thought I might be suicidal! I think I was pretty chipper when I was in there. He wanted me to see a psychiatrist there. I told him I had already had a psychological profile test done and that it was normal. He left the room, looked at the fibers and said they were hairs.

He had his nurse come in and take a biopsy. Then he proceeded to tell me that they wanted blood drawn (that was good), but he wanted me to make appointments with the shrink. I KNOW I AM NOT MAKING THIS CRAP UP ABOUT MY SKIN! Then, he left the room and the nurse came in to make the appointments. She said, "Oh, NOW I see the scars on your face", the doctor said to me (the nurse), "Did you SEE the SCARS on her FACE?"

Yeah, real tactful eh? Real professional.

So I had the blood drawn and was told I would hear results in about a week. After being at the lab, I drove home. I was maybe home for an hour and the phone rang, it was the doctor's nurse saying I need to come back because the blood drawn wasn't properly sealed and half of the 4 or so vials couldn't be used for lab tests. I told them to forget it. What a crock of S***!

First of all his main goal was to pass me off to have my head examined and NOT to determine the physical cause of my skin problems. Oh, yeah and he is one of the professors also at the Mayo School - how about that!

Whew! Thanks for letting me vent.

[beverlybdmd]

Okay, you guys asked for it! This is back in the Dark Ages before this disease had a Name. My current Internist had already tried me on a year and a half of everything that she could think of for what she was calling, "Cystic Acne with recurrent staph infections." so , since it was the era of Managed Care, she FINALLY decided to send me to a well-known dermatologist close to my home.

Now, this dermatologist apparently specialized in skin cancers, and was NOT very interested in even complicated or difficult cases of what he considered to be some sort of garden variety blemishes. He actually KNEW that I was a medical physician. During our entire visit he acted as if I was wasting his time; like he was impatient and angry with me. He accused me of self-inflicting these injuries. (even though the worst ones were on the back of my hind-end, where I could barely touch them.) He was completely impatient and kept pacing back & forth. He asked me just WHAT DID I EXPECT HIM TO DO ABOUT THIS???!! (in a disgusted voice!) I meekly answered, "How should I know? That's WHY I'm HERE!"

Finally he says, "Well, there's just absolutely NOTHING that can be done for YOU. You won't get any better because you can't stop picking at these things." At this point, I burst into tears, and say, "But how can I GET BY? Do You mean that you aren't going to help me AT ALL? NOW what do I do?!"

So, he says He has No idea what I should do, but he decides that since I'm desperate, He will inject the cysts with cortisone. So, NOW this Sadist S.O.B. has my Fat Hinnie naked & bent over an exam table in a TOTALLY compromising position, and he begins to jab me with a needle in my delicates as hard and as mean as I have EVER been poked in my life. So now I REALLY am CRYING AND HUMILIATED! (The cortisone did NOT help.)

I have NEVER felt so violated and so demeaned and belittled by another human being in my entire life. And this was a fellow co-professional, doctor-to-doctor encounter!! Amazing how threatening this illness can be to "their" self images or egos, isn't it? I wonder if it would have been ANY different if I HADN'T been a doctor? That probably just made it WORSE somehow, in his warped mind somewhere. I can't imagine that he could have treated anyone any WORSE than he treated me and still be in practice!! (which he is.) This was nearly eight years ago, now.

[beverlybdmd]

Okay, you guys asked for it! This is back in the Dark Ages before this disease had a Name. My current Internist had already tried me on a year and a half of everything that she could think of for what she was calling, "Cystic Acne with recurrent staph infections." so , since it was the era of Managed Care, she FINALLY decided to send me to a well-known dermatologist close to my home.

Now, this dermatologist apparently specialized in skin cancers, and was NOT very interested in even complicated or difficult cases of what he considered to be some sort of garden variety blemishes. He actually KNEW that I was a medical physician. During our entire visit he acted as if I was wasting his time; like he was impatient and angry with me. He accused me of self-inflicting these injuries. (even though the worst ones were on the back of my hind-end, where I could barely touch them.) He was completely impatient and kept pacing back & forth. He asked me just WHAT DID I EXPECT HIM TO DO ABOUT THIS???!! (in a disgusted voice!) I meekly answered, "How should I know? That's WHY I'm HERE!"

Finally he says, "Well, there's just absolutely NOTHING that can be done for YOU. You won't get any better because you can't stop picking at these things." At this point, I burst into tears, and say, "But how can I GET BY? Do You mean that you aren't going to help me AT ALL? NOW what do I do?!"

So, he says He has No idea what I should do, but he decides that since I'm desperate, He will inject the cysts with cortisone. So, NOW this Sadist S.O.B. has my Fat Hinnie naked & bent over an exam table in a TOTALLY compromising position, and he begins to jab me with a needle in my delicates as hard and as mean as I have EVER been poked in my life. So now I REALLY am CRYING AND HUMILIATED! (The cortisone did NOT help.)

I have NEVER felt so violated and so demeaned and belittled by another human being in my entire life. And this was a fellow co-professional, doctor-to-doctor encounter!! Amazing how threatening this illness can be to "their" self images or egos, isn't it? I wonder if it would have been ANY different if I HADN'T been a doctor? That probably just made it WORSE somehow, in his warped mind somewhere. I can't imagine that he could have treated anyone any WORSE than he treated me and still be in practice!! (which he is.) This was nearly eight years ago, now.

[maryok]

Jano and Dr. Bev -- love your nominations!

And what's so amazing is that you both have such a great sense of humor about the incidents. Despite how awful these experiences were, the way you told your stories literally had me laughing out loud! In hindsight (er, no pun intended Bev) it's so easy to see what a--holes these docs were.

Laughter IS the best medicine -- thanks for the double dose!

[maryok]

Jano and Dr. Bev -- love your nominations!

And what's so amazing is that you both have such a great sense of humor about the incidents. Despite how awful these experiences were, the way you told your stories literally had me laughing out loud! In hindsight (er, no pun intended Bev) it's so easy to see what a--holes these docs were.

Laughter IS the best medicine -- thanks for the double dose!

[ladycolorado]

gee, and i thought my er visit at memorial er was bad. i will name the hospital, because it truly does STINK. I DIDN'T EVEN GET A DOCTOR, BUT A NURSE WHO SAID I WAS DELUSIONAL. AND A SOCIAL WORKER, AND A SHOT OF MORPHINE AND A BREATHALYZER BECAUSE HAD ONE DRINK AT HOME TO QUIETLY DEAL WITH THE PAIN. all in the main lobby, near the front desk of the er with four cops glaring at me. and a urine test surprised not charging admission. said i inflicted the wounds, i said i thought i had mites. i said what about my swollen ankles, which had swollen from a size 8 to a 10. he said i had NO swelling. bs . i think the only thing swollen was perhaps his HEAD. ran bare hands through my hair, said how "clean i was" like talking to a drooling imbecile. but at least did not get my hinie poked. cost 2,850 dollars to pay for a turd job of being nonchalant about my condition. ambulance was cheap, only 650 dollars. did i pay them? NO they can bite me. then later tried to get my chiropractor to help me find doc because in agony and peeing myself. he too, said i was delusional. i stopped visiting him, he overbilled my insurance, i hope he bit a bullet. i am tempted to walk in there and show the a** my catheter. i have not seen him in a long time, but did tell his wife what a p*** he was. like a chiro qualified to make a psychiatric diagnosis? NO. chiropractors were not long ago laughed at themselves. i should have just kept on going, and filled his office with morg bugs. WHATEVER. (LC).

[ladycolorado]

gee, and i thought my er visit at memorial er was bad. i will name the hospital, because it truly does STINK. I DIDN'T EVEN GET A DOCTOR, BUT A NURSE WHO SAID I WAS DELUSIONAL. AND A SOCIAL WORKER, AND A SHOT OF MORPHINE AND A BREATHALYZER BECAUSE HAD ONE DRINK AT HOME TO QUIETLY DEAL WITH THE PAIN. all in the main lobby, near the front desk of the er with four cops glaring at me. and a urine test surprised not charging admission. said i inflicted the wounds, i said i thought i had mites. i said what about my swollen ankles, which had swollen from a size 8 to a 10. he said i had NO swelling. bs . i think the only thing swollen was perhaps his HEAD. ran bare hands through my hair, said how "clean i was" like talking to a drooling imbecile. but at least did not get my hinie poked. cost 2,850 dollars to pay for a turd job of being nonchalant about my condition. ambulance was cheap, only 650 dollars. did i pay them? NO they can bite me. then later tried to get my chiropractor to help me find doc because in agony and peeing myself. he too, said i was delusional. i stopped visiting him, he overbilled my insurance, i hope he bit a bullet. i am tempted to walk in there and show the a** my catheter. i have not seen him in a long time, but did tell his wife what a p*** he was. like a chiro qualified to make a psychiatric diagnosis? NO. chiropractors were not long ago laughed at themselves. i should have just kept on going, and filled his office with morg bugs. WHATEVER. (LC).