I am a terrible patient, know too much and know too little, question everything and question it again, when I am not satisfied with the answers I get. I am always looking for explanations, do my own research and don’t take “No” for an answer.
I am the nightmare patient, for all the doctors who think they are gods in white. As for me, there are no god’s in white. Being a doctor is a profession, it’s a job like so many others. Sometimes I think I live in lala-land. Are my expectations too high? Am I supposed to just say “Yes” and “Amen” to whatever they say? Am I supposed to quietly take the medications that are thrown at me? Am I supposed to be quiet, when I have so many questions?
Ron White ones joked “I have the right to be quiet, but not the capability”…that would be me. This is my life, my health, my body and I have a say in it. I want to be informed, want to know everything there is to know about the disease or condition I am in. I want to be treated with respect; I want to be informed…is that really too much to ask?
I don’t believe in our so called Healthcare system anymore, stopped believing in it a long time ago. I think many of us are over-medicated and under-cared for. I think we pay too much for doctor’s visits and way too much for our medications. I am so fed up with it, I have smoke coming out of my ears and nose and will write a few post about it in the upcoming days. So fasten your seat belt, saddle your horses this will be a bumpy ride. 🙂
There is one thing all doctors should have in common; they all should be bound by an oath, the Hippocratic Oath that is historically taken by physicians.
What happened to that? Was the text inconvenient? Did it interfere with our Billion Dollar Pharmaceutical Industry and the FDA? Is that why we in USA decided not to use it so much anymore?
Just is case this has been all forgotten, here is the old, original Oath. In its original form it required new physicians to swear by a number of healing gods, to uphold specific ethical standards.
I swear by Apollo the physician, and Aesculapius the surgeon, likewise Hygeiaand Panacea, and call all the gods and goddesses to witness, that I will observe and keep this underwritten oath, to the utmost of my power and judgment.
I will reverence my master who taught me the art. Equally with my parents, will I allow him things necessary for his support, and will consider his sons as brothers. I will teach them my art without reward or agreement; and I will impart all my acquirement, instructions, and whatever I know, to my master’s children, as to my own; and likewise to all my pupils, who shall bind and tie themselves by a professional oath, but to none else.
With regard to healing the sick, I will devise and order for them the best diet, according to my judgment and means; and I will take care that they suffer no hurt or damage.
Nor shall any man’s entreaty prevail upon me to administer poison to anyone; neither will I counsel any man to do so. Moreover, I will give no sort of medicine to any pregnant woman, with a view to destroy the child.
Further, I will comport myself and use my knowledge in a godly manner.
I will not cut for the stone, but will commit that affair entirely to the surgeons.
Whatsoever house I may enter, my visit shall be for the convenience and advantage of the patient; and I will willingly refrain from doing any injury or wrong from falsehood, and (in an especial manner) from acts of an amorous nature, whatever may be the rank of those who it may be my duty to cure, whether mistress or servant, bond or free.
Whatever, in the course of my practice, I may see or hear (even when not invited), whatever I may happen to obtain knowledge of, if it be not proper to repeat it, I will keep sacred and secret within my own breast.
If I faithfully observe this oath, may I thrive and prosper in my fortune and profession, and live in the estimation of posterity; or on breach thereof, may the reverse be my fate!
I get it, some things are outdated, but the main message in this oath still hits home.
Imagine, doctors working for free, wouldn’t that be something? Healthcare and Medicine, this is big money business. Far from its origins today aren’t we? It was a calling once, like being a priest, a nun or a monk is a calling and not a profession. I wish this would have never changed. I am not saying they shouldn’t be paid, I am saying they get paid way too much, compared to nurses, policeman and fireman, the ones we rely on when we lay in a hospital bed, the ones we rely on when our life is in immediate danger.
The word diet from the old Latin word “dieta/diaeta” with its’ origin in Greek (δίαιτα diaita) meaning “way of living” and/or “the sum of foods consumed.” I guess this part of the oath had to go as well.
Harmful, processed and genetically altered foods are stocked in our grocery shelves, foods, that are toxic for many and make people sick. They get approval, but the FDA (Food and Drug Administration) will disapprove of almost any form of alternative medicine or treatment that might actually help people. We have a long list of modern diseases: Diabetes, high blood pressure, cardio vascular diseases, auto immune disorders and many more and we still don’t question our form of living?
I have only one question: What the HELL happened to us?
To be continued…