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I love my doctor. After a bad experience (more later), I called a clinic close to my work because I needed to see someone NOW. I prefer women doctors, so all I asked was for a woman, and got paired with my doctor. She listens, she asks lots of questions, she listens, she has a good bedside manner, and oh..she listens. I hate doctors that don't listen. I was lucky and just happened to find her by chance.
After my brother died, I decided I needed to get some antidepressants, so a co worker recommended her doctor to me. He seemed uncomfortable with the reason I was there, gave me my prescription, and told me to call if there were any problems. There were. I developed a rash about three days after starting the medication. I called his office and the nurse there told me to stop taking them, and that she'd have the doctor call me back. He didn't call me that day, so I tried again the next day. I called and left another message the day after that; he never did end up calling me back.
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"They say that patriotism is the last refuge to which a scoundrel clings; steal a little and they throw you in jail, steal a lot and they make you king"
Formerly Medusa
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