My doctor is homicidal
How long a delay in treatment does it take before it counts as illegal or something? I’ve had a pain in my stomach for three months now, and my doctor has put off tests multiple times. Every time I call up or go in for a visit, he gives me something about it not being a serious case and suggests dietary changes.
“Have you changed your diet yet, Andrew?”
“No, doctor, because I have cancer or something in my stomach and I need you to take it out.”
Then he just sighs a bit and shakes his head and tells me it’s nothing like that and just to eat better.
Look, I’ll admit I could eat better. I could handle a few more fruits and vegetables in my diet. I could probably do with one less trip to McDonald’s a week. And maybe a little less pizza. A little, though.
Yes, I’m overweight. Yes, I’ve had stomach trouble in the past. But that’s all the more reason for my doctor to take this seriously. I know what stomach trouble feels like and this feels different. But all he’ll do is rub around the area and then chuckle a bit and say it’s nothing.
“Try a few dietary changes. Here’s a pamphlet.”
The last time, he finally did something, but not anything serious. He gave me a prescription for pills to help control stomach acid. When I told him it was something else besides the acid and some lump, it was the same old chuckle again.
I am just at my wit’s end with this man. I’d like to see another doctor, but my insurance is so bad, I’m not sure how many other doctors are actually on it. Not a lot of reputable ones, I’d bet.
So what am I supposed to do? I’ll tell you what I’m going to do, whether I’m supposed to or not, I’m going to sue the man. I’m going to contact a lawyer and get them to sue him for trying to kill me off or something instead of just letting me get a few tests and find out what kind of alien or something is eating me alive inside.
I’ll tell you what, I think it’s personal. I think the man has it in for me and that’s why he keeps putting this off. No matter how many emergency appointments I book, he sees me, laughs at me, and sends me home.
Well, we’ll see about that. We’ll see how quickly he pulls out his CT Scanner and his X-Rays when he gets notice of a lawsuit. It’s beyond ridiculous at this point, and I am almost positive I have the man in a corner over this.
At very least, maybe I can get a free diagnosis from another doctor just to prove my current doctor is homicidal and should pay me for trying to send me to an early grave.