This was the subject of an e-mail I sent out to all my friends who live in Durban North. I was gatvol with my doctor and was looking for another “quack” to give my hard-earned Rands to.
Just like with mechanics, plumbers and electricians, we do not question doctors because they are so very qualified and clever and can sprout words that make absolutely no sense what so ever to us. I strongly object to being treated like an ignoramus and so I make sure I do my research (thank you, Google) before and after every qualified person appointment.
So, the Alien had a cough. No big deal I hear you say, except the cough continued for months. Our now ex-GP treated me like I was a neurotic, overprotective, Munchausen by proxy freak.
A general warning: Don’t mess with any mother with more than 1 brain cell, clever people! We are genetically programmed to protect our young. We will kill for our offspring even if they are teenagers.
Once ex- GP finally started taking my concerns seriously I was exposed to the overwhelming and scary concept of spending money quicker than you can earn it. How do these specialists and laboratories decide on their exorbitant prices? Are they based on their Mercedes and Ferrari repayments?
After 3 weeks of emptying my purse, bank balance and life savings, selling a kidney and gaining shares at the Pharmacy besides the frustration of not knowing what was wrong with the Alien - I have a healthy daughter and a newfound respect for radiographers. Doctors and specialists do not even look at the “pictures” that radiographers take. They base their decisions purely on the reports the radiographers send them (and how much money they need for their next overseas vacation)