I get guilty pleasure from watching House (a TV show about a brilliant, drug addicted, anti-social, obnoxious doctor.) If you think your MD lacks bedside manner, watch five minutes of House and he or she will become Mother Theresa, relatively speaking. My favorite aspect of practicing medicine is, without doubt, talking to my patients, explaining a diagnosis or counseling against harmful habits (yes, I often look in the mirror after talking about bad habits and see a black kettle.) But, sometimes, dealing with certain patients can be, let’s just say, a little frustrating and I have to be extra careful that my mental filter is doing its job so that I don’t spew something like, “For the love of …, you do NOT have a thyroid condition … you have an overeating condition.” So, when I watch House, I have to admit, that I occasionally live vicariously through the blowhole.
1. I don’t ask why patients lie, I just assume they all do.
2. Dying people lie too. Wish they’d worked less, been nicer, opened orphanages for kittens. If you really want to do something, you do it. You don’t save it for a sound bite.
3. Treating illnesses is why we became doctors, treating patients is what makes most doctors miserable.
4. New is good, because old ended in death.
5. I choose to believe that the white light people sometimes see … they’re all just chemical reactions that take place when the brain shuts down. There’s no conclusive science. My choice has no practical relevance to my life. I choose the outcome I find more comforting … I find it more comforting to believe that this isn’t simply a test.
Disclaimer: I don’t necessarily agree but I applaud the irreverence.
I hope after this week’s topic, no one needs a doctor this weekend … be well, be happy and open the wine!
(Next week, I want to tackle the “C” word … no not that one … get your mind out of the gutter outside of Karen Owen’s dorm room! I’m talking about the “C” word I hate even more than the that one – cancer. Please check it out if you have a chance. – Thanks for reading!)