TheIronSheik
SUPER ELITE UPPER TIER
I have been to a bunch of good doctors in my life moving all over the country. And I've even had some great ones. But I've only had a handful of bad ones. One of them was today.
I had to go see a dermatologist back in November. First time I've ever been to one. At the end, she asks me if there are any marks on my body that she wants me to look at or have any concerns over. I think for a second, but nothing comes to mind. Then I remember that I have this bump on the back of my head. Have had it for as long as I can remember. Never thought much about it. But figure I'll bring it up.
She starts to feel it and starts making all kinds of "Huh", type sounds as if she's studying it intensely. She asks how long it's been there and I tell her at least a decade. Maybe two. She keeps poking it and prodding at it then finally says, "This concerns me a little." Never words you want to hear from a doctor. She goes over to my chart and starts writing stuff without giving any more explanation. And of course my mind is immediately racing down the thought spiral of "ball cancer of the head" and "Black Plague" as possible explanations to the lump. After a little bit of silence, she says, "I'm going to have you come back in and have another doctor look at that. I want to get his opinion on it. It's slightly concerning to me." This does not ease my worry.
She then starts writing some more and says, "OK. So can you come back in on... let's see... how does January 27th work for you?" Instantly my fear subsides. How can you be worried about something and then tell me you want to see me back in two and a half months? That doesn't seem super concerned, if I'm being honest. So I go home and tell my wife and she thinks the same thing. But, still, in the back of my mind, there is some worry as to what it might be.
Finally, the 27th of January arrives. They bring me into the back room and the assistant says, "So, what are you in here for today?" I say, "The lump on the back of my head. She had wanted me to come back in so it could be looked at." This is news to her. Then the doctor comes in. She also asks me what brings me in today. Confused, I tell her that she wanted to look at the lump on my head. She quickly takes a look and says, "That's nothing to worry about. Was that all you came in for today?" I look around to see if I can see the hidden cameras that are taping my reaction but can't find them. I say, "Umm... you told me to come back in so you could look at the lump." She quickly replies, "Well, no worries back there. I'll just have you come back in 6 months and we can see if it gets any bigger. Otherwise, I wouldn't worry about it." And then she leaves.
I'm fairly sure my mouth was still open as I tried to get words to flow from my brain to my voicebox. But nothing came out as I just kind looked around trying to process what just happened.
So, in the end, no reason to come in. Or get worried. But luckily I had to pay for both appointments. I feel like this was such a scam to get me to have 2 appointments. Just horrible all around. They made another appointment for me in 6 months, but I'll probably just cancel that later. Didn't feel like arguing or explaining why I wouldn't be back.
Plus if I did say something, I could guarantee that in a week I'd wake up with skin cancer and have to go back there. I've seen this movie before. Not falling for it again, God.
I had to go see a dermatologist back in November. First time I've ever been to one. At the end, she asks me if there are any marks on my body that she wants me to look at or have any concerns over. I think for a second, but nothing comes to mind. Then I remember that I have this bump on the back of my head. Have had it for as long as I can remember. Never thought much about it. But figure I'll bring it up.
She starts to feel it and starts making all kinds of "Huh", type sounds as if she's studying it intensely. She asks how long it's been there and I tell her at least a decade. Maybe two. She keeps poking it and prodding at it then finally says, "This concerns me a little." Never words you want to hear from a doctor. She goes over to my chart and starts writing stuff without giving any more explanation. And of course my mind is immediately racing down the thought spiral of "ball cancer of the head" and "Black Plague" as possible explanations to the lump. After a little bit of silence, she says, "I'm going to have you come back in and have another doctor look at that. I want to get his opinion on it. It's slightly concerning to me." This does not ease my worry.
She then starts writing some more and says, "OK. So can you come back in on... let's see... how does January 27th work for you?" Instantly my fear subsides. How can you be worried about something and then tell me you want to see me back in two and a half months? That doesn't seem super concerned, if I'm being honest. So I go home and tell my wife and she thinks the same thing. But, still, in the back of my mind, there is some worry as to what it might be.
Finally, the 27th of January arrives. They bring me into the back room and the assistant says, "So, what are you in here for today?" I say, "The lump on the back of my head. She had wanted me to come back in so it could be looked at." This is news to her. Then the doctor comes in. She also asks me what brings me in today. Confused, I tell her that she wanted to look at the lump on my head. She quickly takes a look and says, "That's nothing to worry about. Was that all you came in for today?" I look around to see if I can see the hidden cameras that are taping my reaction but can't find them. I say, "Umm... you told me to come back in so you could look at the lump." She quickly replies, "Well, no worries back there. I'll just have you come back in 6 months and we can see if it gets any bigger. Otherwise, I wouldn't worry about it." And then she leaves.
I'm fairly sure my mouth was still open as I tried to get words to flow from my brain to my voicebox. But nothing came out as I just kind looked around trying to process what just happened.
So, in the end, no reason to come in. Or get worried. But luckily I had to pay for both appointments. I feel like this was such a scam to get me to have 2 appointments. Just horrible all around. They made another appointment for me in 6 months, but I'll probably just cancel that later. Didn't feel like arguing or explaining why I wouldn't be back.
Plus if I did say something, I could guarantee that in a week I'd wake up with skin cancer and have to go back there. I've seen this movie before. Not falling for it again, God.