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I don't know if this test will save your life
“So, will this mammogram save my life?” she asked. “Well, if you have a cancer that’s aggressive enough to kill you before everything else, but not aggressive enough to have already had cells metastasize, and not so aggressive that it responds appropriately to chemo but it still needs to be rapidly dividing enough to respond to chemo, and we hit this all with perfect timing — then it absolutely will save your life.
If you’re obeying the law, you’re contributing CEOs' astronomical salaries
Guess what America? If you pay for health insurance, you’re giving billions upon billions to health insurance CEOs, hospital administrators, pharmaceutical company CEOs. So, if you’re obeying the law, you’re contributing to their astronomical salaries. In fact, Cigna’s CEO made around $49 million this past year, if you read the various reports on the Internet. The CEO at a non-profit hospital in New Jersey (Morristown Medical Center) made some $5 million back in 2014.
What this family physician learned from his dog
I, much like many others, made a terrible decision on my 21st birthday. Mine, however, didn’t involve alcohol; I adopted a dog. She was a scruffy, brindle-coated, malnourished 30-pound terrier puppy. So in between organic chemistry, physics, Spanish, studying for the MCAT, and multiple other classes, I had to housebreak a puppy.
Medical students are viewed as dollar signs
From the moment I entered medical school, I have been viewed as dollar signs by many individuals. Every medical student is visualized this way. Let’s start from the beginning. Most medical students come from humble beginnings. My father is a bluegrass musician, and my parents couldn’t pay for my medical school. So I had to take out loans. This was the same situation for the vast majority of my friends.
Mylan Pharmaceuticals made these 2 critical mistakes
Pharmaceutical companies are brilliant. They make profit off of chemicals that can be potentially life-saving. The list is quite impressive: antibiotics for somebody who would otherwise succumb to sepsis, insulin for someone whose pancreas loses the ability to function, antivirals for chronic viral suppression, antineoplastic agents for somebody whose cells have lost their regulatory mechanisms, just to name a few.
A wonderful hour of being a real doctor
Sometimes the business plan completely falls apart. I look at my clock; it’s 11 a.m., and I only have two patients remaining for the morning? Something must be wrong. Every fail safe measure to keep the assembly line going must have failed. The initial card with the appointment time to carry in the wallet? Failed. The reminder phone call the day before? Failed. Even the insurance company gift card to keep the follow-up? Failed. Two patients, one hour. Who cares about the loads of charting I have to do?
We are suffering the grave consequences of a single survey question
“You’re nothing but a punk ass kid. And you’ll die a punk ass kid!” With that, she stormed out of the exam room, leaving me sitting on a stool, slamming the door behind her. Apparently she walked straight up to the front desk and asked to file a complaint about me, but left prior to receiving the paperwork. Most all physicians will immediately know what the interaction involved. I hadn’t been mean to her. I hadn’t called her any names. I hadn’t even raised my voice.
Society's health should not be doctors' responsibilities
I thoroughly enjoy my 65-year-old male with his horrendous diabetic foot ulcer. But there’s not enough insulin in the state of Tennessee to cover the two bacon, egg, and cheese biscuits he eats every morning. And I adore my 57-year-old female with COPD. But the inhalers won’t work until she stops smoking two packs of cigarettes per day. I laugh every time I see that hilarious 32-year-old with hypertension.
Society's health should not be doctors' responsibilities
I thoroughly enjoy my 65-year-old male with his horrendous diabetic foot ulcer. But there’s not enough insulin in the state of Tennessee to cover the two bacon, egg, and cheese biscuits he eats every morning. And I adore my 57-year-old female with COPD. But the inhalers won’t work until she stops smoking two packs of cigarettes per day. I laugh every time I see that hilarious 32-year-old with hypertension.
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