I went to my appointment this morning and much to my surprise met with an unusually personnable orthopaedic surgeon. Just yesterday I was complaining how about how many damn specialists I have seen over the years and how anxious these awful appointments make me… and here I am this evening feeling like the earth must have titlted off it’s axis or something because something ain’t right. There’s no such thing as a nice orthopod…. is there?
I’ve long been aware that most of these specialist surgeons think they’re small Gods. Orthopaedic, neurological… doesn’t matter which discipline really they mostly tend to have massive superiority complexes and little or no bedside manner. And for reasons unknown… orthopaedic surgeons are often the worse. I know this to be true. My GP actually warned me about how ‘brusque’ they tend to be, not realizing I have seen more than my fair share. And he did confirm that it is not just my perception that being an almighty prick is a job requirement with orthopaedic surgeons… apparently they are actually widely reputed to be the most arrogant bunch of prats with the worst bedside manners this side of the black stump.
So imagine my shock when I met a doctor today who 1) seemed to give a shit, 2) actually explained to me what was going on with the ‘crunching’ in my neck and 3) told me that there wasn’t a lot that could be done about it but managed to convey the same with actual empathy!
Unbelievable!!! So while this one unexpectedly non-traumatic appointment doesn’t really do a lot to wipe away the 18 years of dealing with arrogant surgeons who couldn’t give a fuck about their patients…. I have learnt one thing – the name a good orthopod in Bris-Vegas if anyone have need of one (details available upon request).
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