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Originally Posted by Clodfobble
God, fucking tell me about it. It's my experience that most doctors are dicks to begin with, but even moreso to women.
Like the time I showed up in the university clinic covered from head-to-toe in a vicious rash, and the doctor took one look, laughed out loud, and said, "Just stop using that fancy new body wash you bought with all the perfumes, you'll be fine."
"I didn't change soaps."
"Well, lotion then. Whatever it was. One of those hundred things you girls put on."
"I haven't used anything new in the last 3 years. But thanks for the tip. Can you actually look at my rash now?"
Or hey, how about the time I passed out in the Texas heat, and rather than looking at my hydration or blood sugar or anything more serious, the paramedic just kept asking if I could think of any stressful events that had happened recently, like maybe a fight with my boyfriend, or a fight with my boyfriend, or maybe a fight with my boyfriend?
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They seem to be even worse with mothers who go to them with their children. I lose count of how many times mothers I know have talked about having to basically fight to get the doctor to actually examine their child.
Happened with my SiL. She'd taken Amelia (then about 2 years old) to the docs with a cold. Doc said all was fine, give her calpol. Then my SiL wasn't happy with the way she was looking and took her back to the docs, who basically told her it was normal to be over concerned with the first child, and really there was nothing to worry about. Sorry...I say he said these things to my SiL, what i should have said was that as soon as my bro was there at the second visit he directed everything to him and would barely make eye contact with my SiL.
Six hours later Amelia was being rushed to hospital with paramedics trying to rescusitate her, after she stopped breathing because she 'd gone into a febrile fit: back arched and stiff as a board, teeth clamped down onto protruding tongue, turning blue.