Doctors don’t like to hear what is in our mind. I had to spend a few days under medical care and I am not much up to date in what is going on in our beautiful city, but I have to start with my doctor’s referral for me to see a cardiologist.
My doctor is an angry Iraqi woman who is under the impression that all her patients are poor, undesirable pieces of trash that deserve no respect from anyone and how dare I disagree with her — or even have the audacity to speak to her.
Dr. Anastasia Karamanides diagnosed me with something for which she assumed I needed to see a cardiologist, and she was going to write me a referral. That referral took her 14 weeks to finally get around to sign and pass on to me; I am glad that my visit to the cardiologist was not an emergency because after 14 weeks of waiting time, I could have been dead and would never know that now I am an “old Israelite American male.”
Yes, this angry old Iraqi woman with a medical degree — or so she claims — has changed my nationality and misinterprets every word I say. What I have stated to Dr. Karamanides is the same thing that I have written in this space millions of times, had talked about on my radio show another million times, and say to anyone who wants to listen to me or has no choice but to listen to me.
I believe that the medical profession has suffered a decline in dedication to that noble profession and has increased their attitude of disrespect to the patients, and I am not hiding my feelings about that to anyone. I had doctors and lawyers in my family and I was raised to see doctors and attorneys as educated people who know how to respect and appreciate their patients and their clients.
I have written about the various people on the staff of such professionals — the receptionists and so-called assistants in both legal offices and medical establishments — and how rude they are and how they think that they are the lawyers in the office or the doctors in the medical facilities. I have also said that just a few legal offices can be proud of their staff personnel.
I mentioned Steve Wolfson — back when he was in private practice, Ben Childs, John Watkins, and Rasmussen and Kang as examples. I have also mentioned my favorite physician, and just to protect him from retaliation I am not going to mention his name. He knows who he is and I am very proud of his work and his dedication. I also appreciate that when my brother passed away, he took the time to come to my home and spend some time with me and my family. That, I will never forget.
I keep telling everyone — staff, nurses, and receptionists — that there is a big difference between welfare and Social Security (retirement) benefits; those of us who worked all of our lives already paid for all the medical assistance that we are going to use before we die, but our medical services are not a charity; we all worked for all we get or will get.
The employees in medical facilities and legal offices need to realize that there is no job that is forever and those who have a job today may not have a job tomorrow. Even if it is a pleasant atmosphere or an easy job, a tragedy may occur. As in the case of my friend the late Bucky Buchanan, where after he died the staff tried to keep the office open for his son and associates but they did not know how to appreciate the efforts of Bucky’s personnel.
Another case in point is Carmine Colucci, who, on a Saturday afternoon when I met him in his office, was in a good mood and making plans for Monday, yet on Sunday afternoon he was gone, and the office was closed for good that Monday; there was no two-weeks’ notice or two days’ notice or even two hours’ notice.
There are not too many medical facilities that are run by the doctor-owner; most of them are cold-blooded corporations that depend on what type of mood the office manager is in since he or she can start giving out pink slips to anyone they want.
We all know that most of those attorneys that we see in the Regional Justice Center are friendly and polite, but can still be very rude and arrogant in their offices and treat their employees with very little respect and that is why many of them do not know how long they are going to be working in that office.
But going back to the doctor of this story; I would like to remind her that I am not an “old Israelite American man” complaining about the medical industry; I am a poor Cuban refugee that is known for my honesty and for always speaking the truth.
Now after my surgery and after writing this column I feel better and I was in my office bright and early on Monday morning, before my rounds at the Regional Justice Center.
By the way, because I always tell the truth, and even when I lie I tell the truth, that Dr. Anastasia Karamanides is not an angry old Iraqi woman, she is an angry old Greek woman.
My name is Rolando Larraz, and as always, I approved this column.