Unfortunately true in all medical specialties these days.![]()
Don't know why you guys spent so much time and $$ going to school/residency all those years when everything you need to know is on the internet.
Edit to add: OR you could have been an "herbalist", charged what you wanted, and collected CASH instead of being forced to deal with insurance "reasonable and customary" payments.
Wow did this make me laugh, thank you deepsleep, I needed it.
Let someone remind you that the only reason that your services are needed at anytime are because of the patient. Your a member of a group of physicians who believe for the most part that you can do what you want, when you want and when you damn well feel like it. You are supposed to come out and speak with the patient, LISTEN to them, not just pretend to listen and come up with a logical solution and put the patient at ease with out them throwing up for days. Then explain your plan of anesthesia to the patient. They have a right to say no! It's called informed consent. It doesn't happen. Then the only explaination you can give is one so intimidating to the patient, they will agree to sign anything just so they don't feel so dumb. I see it all the time.
You gave examples here in your post and you don't know enough about this persons medical conditions or surgery to even make anything but a wild hunch. A patient has a right to have EVERYTHING explained to them.
You've explained that this is the part of the job that you hate. Well, us less arrogant people here in the real world all have aspects of our job that we hate and we're putting our lives in your hands. Sorry its such an inconvience to you!
Versed was given to me in 1991 and it totally destroyed my life. Why this drug is used on people I'll never know. I woke up 5 times during an endoscopy to break up a gall stone and was given more and more and more versed. I woke up unable to move my head and neck and was covered in bruises, mostly on my arms and upper body. I was scared to death and totally freaked out from this. I knew something happened to me when I was "under" this evil poison, and that I was abused....but what happened? All i felt was fear and dread. I later found out from one of the nurses that I became extremely violent. I sat up on the table, lunged at the Dr, put my hands around his throat and tried to strangle him!! Four orderlies came in and literally beat the crap out of me to get me off of him, yanking and pulling and punching me. This drug leaves a HUGE margin for patient abuse....I'm living proof of that.
I've been under a doctor's care for PTSD ever since this incident. I used to be a productive member of society...now I'm fearful of everything and everyone....(it also didn't help matters that I was molested about month after this happened by an old pervert gynecologist in Brandon FL. I asked him why a nurse wasn't present in the room, and he stated "oh she'll be in shortly." When he started fondling me, I screamed out at the top of my lungs "Dear GOD, Someone please help me!!!!!" I was in hysterics, sweating, crying and shaking in disbelief of what happened.)