No, I'm Not Over It
My dad is still in intensive care and still on the ventilator but much improved. Even the inexcusably uncaring doctor from yesterday—and I am choosing my words very carefully here—grudgingly admitted that he was doing better.
Why she has a stake in his not doing well is so far beyond my comprehension that I am unwilling to sacrifice any more brain cells in trying to figure it out. It's as if she's pissed off that he proved her wrong.
Here's a piece of unsolicited advice for every doctor on the planet:
If you ever get to the point at which you are doing anything short of rooting wholeheartedly for your patients' health and well-being, take off your white coat, hang up your stethoscope, and go find another job.
STAT.
Why she has a stake in his not doing well is so far beyond my comprehension that I am unwilling to sacrifice any more brain cells in trying to figure it out. It's as if she's pissed off that he proved her wrong.
Here's a piece of unsolicited advice for every doctor on the planet:
If you ever get to the point at which you are doing anything short of rooting wholeheartedly for your patients' health and well-being, take off your white coat, hang up your stethoscope, and go find another job.
STAT.
posted by Jody Rosen Knower at 8:23 PM
3 Comments:
Hear! Hear!
I'm with YOU! YOU TELL HER!
Seriously , that is truly inexcusable. Sorry you've had to deal with (*^*()$^% like that. It's gotta be the last thing you need.
So so glad your dad's doing better, though. We're thinking of all you guys.
I'm sorry to say that I had eerily similar experiences when my dad was ill. I think the only thing you can do is heap tons of praise (both verbally and especially in writing) on those health care professionals who DO still manage to treat people like human beings. They are few and far between but they are worth their weight in gold.
I'm hoping for all the best with your dad!
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