I remember when our doctor cared about us, not just our health, but he actually cared about everything connected with our lives; he was a friend.
Back in the day, a doctor-patient relationship was a wonderful thing. People had respect for their doctors and vice versa.
I remember during an office visit our doctor would take the time after the examination and treatment, to sit in his office with me and talk about things that might not have had anything to do with the purpose of the visit.
Today, however, it’s a horse of a different color! Today it’s all about MONEY.
House calls are a thing of the past. So are, for the most part, patient-doctor relationships.
Patients are nothing more than numbers today. The care (if you can call it that) is mostly done using a paint-by-numbers method. If a complaint regarding your heart or breathing (for an example) is suggested to your doctor, nine out of ten times your doctor will recommend that you see a specialist and that specialist will give the patient a series of expensive tests trying to determine the best way to treat the condition.
Notice I said treat the condition not cure the condition… we must remember, if the condition is cured, there will be no need for further medical treatment.
Today’s doctors stand behind their profession by publicizing the fact that they are PRACTICING medicine. Speaking for myself, I don’t have the luxury of being able to PRACTICE what I do for a living, but I guess the practice of medicine is a horse of a different color.
I know this must sound like sour grapes in many ways, but actually that isn’t the case at all. I’m speaking from personal experience as I’ve made it my business to observe new patients standing at the windows inside several doctor’s offices and I’ve overheard the conversations that always began with the nurse saying: Do you have
insurance? Back in the day the nurse would say: What seems to be the problem?
All I can say is there’s quite a difference in today’s medical mindset. Like I’ve said, today its 100 percent about money.
My own personal experience began last year when my doctor saw fit to send me to a specialist. After a 10-minute examination, the specialist looked at me and said, “Go to the hospital at four tomorrow afternoon and don’t eat anything after midnight tonight.”
Why, said I, do I need to go to the hospital? The doctor smiled a knowing smile and said, “You need an immediate operation, that’s why.”
I didn’t ask another question. The following day I went to the hospital and within two hours after providing my insurance card and paying the premium required, I was admitted. The next thing I knew the surgeon-specialist was standing at the foot of the hospital bed looking at my chart… I heard the nurse tell him that my blood pressure was extraordinarily high. The doctor didn’t respond, he simply handed her the chart and walked away.
Moments later, I was being wheeled into surgery. The specialist didn’t bother to even walk over to the bedside to say hello. The nurse, however, smiled at me and said, “Don’t worry; he does these operations almost every day!”
Thank God the operation seemed to work out okay. However, after the operation, when I was in the recovery room waking up from whatever drugs the anesthetist had given me, the specialist-surgeon didn’t even bother to come by to see how I was doing… and that was the name of that tune. I never saw him again!
I’ll make book that specialist didn’t even know my name, but I’ll guarantee you he knew exactly how much he would charge my insurance company to do the operation.
I think it’s possible that the surgeon-specialist saved my life. Of course I’m grateful to him and to God for pulling through that operation, but the fact of the matter is I’m not sure the operation was really necessary. I’ll never know if some other form of treatment could have been administered.
Once again I say, back in the day the surgeon would have been at my bedside talking with me about what he was going to do and how he was going to do it… he would have taken the time to instill a little confidence as far as what was about to take place. Believe me, that’s the way it used to be.
The bottom line is that the medical profession (as it is called) operates today with a mindset centered around dollars and cents. If you want to hear the music, you’ve got to pay the fiddler… and God help you if you don’t have insurance.
Some of us are lucky enough to have doctors who have those good old bedside manners these days; but unfortunately, those doctors are few and far between.