My New GP
September 18, I had an appointment with my new GP, Dr. S., a medical center doctor. I’d had to switch to a different HMO because the out-of-town hospital did not accept patients from my former HMO. This had necessitated finding a new GP as my former GP did not accept patients from my new HMO.
My new GP was very rude to me. She barged into the room without knocking, sat down and glared at me. Seeing my bottle of Klonopin, she snapped, “I’m not prescribing that! That’s addictive! What followed was an interview in which she repeatedly asked me if I had seen a psychiatrist, and questioned me about drug use. Every other question was one of these, repeated in a hateful tone of voice. I was in shock. I do not use illegal drugs. No doctor had ever suspected me of it before. I do not look or act like a drug abuser. I had not even used any psychotropic drugs before the surgery. I tried to explain about the surgery. She cut me off. “I don’t want to hear that,” she snapped.
For some reason, my new patient appointment was split into two appointments. I returned on September 24. This appointment was worse. Again, she barged into the room, and sat down at the computer. She asked about the premarin that had been prescribed for my nose. I started to talk about my nasal condition. “Don’t tell me that!” she snapped. “We are not going to be all over the place. Like last time. We have something to finish here and that is all.”
I told her that I’ve had infection in my eyes. She asked me how I got it. I started to talk about the surgery, and the cutting that had been done around my eyes. (My ethmoid sinuses, behind my eyes, had been cut open, and those areas had been infected, according to Dr. F.’s reports.)
She stopped typing, looked at me with penetrating dislike, and said, “I asked about your eyes.”
“That’s how I got it,” I said. Tears sprang out of my eyes, and I turned away.
She told me that she saw, in my records, that I had seen medical center opthlmologist, Dr. C. She demanded to know why I didn’t go back to him. I told her that he had done nothing about my infections. She told me to go back to him.
As before, she kept slipping in comments about psychiatrists.
She did a physical exam, and shined a light in my eyes. No GP had ever shined a light in my eyes during an exam before.
When I got home, I called and asked to have my GP changed to someone else.
I drove to the clinic and filled out a form to get the records Dr. S. had typed about me. I was told I would receive the records in the mail.