Seriously. Are actually mature, reasonable, responsible adults an Endangered Species? I’m starting to think so.
I have decided that I am done with Specialist B. If he were just a judgey, disrespectful, condescending prick I could deal. But when you factor in the part where he’s completely mind-bogglingly incompetent, I’m just done.
This, of course, goes without mentioning the tattling incident.
But when I add that in to everything else? Then I just have someone who is not only terrible at his job — neglecting follow up, refusing to actually provide me with strategies for managing my health issues, not ordering the routine tests that are the basis for treatment — it becomes completely out of hand.
At this point, I’m just trying to decide if I’m going to keep the appointment I have with him in May. If I do, it will be for the sole purpose of informing him that: a) as a health professional, he has been completely useless to me; b) his attitude has been completely inappropriate, regarding the way he talks to me, constantly interrupts me, and dismisses me; c) I don’t appreciate his incompetence, particularly given my situation and the fairly high stakes I’m dealing with; and d) that his complete inability to be mature or professional or hell, uphold doctor-patient confidentiality, has left me thoroughly repulsed. Because instead of doing his job, or confronting me about what he perceived to be my stupidity and mule-headedness, or even, y’know, waiting to see upon follow-up if his first impression of me as a stupid, stubborn-for-the-hell-of-it rebel was wrong, he decided that it was more worthwhile to run to Specialist A.
And while I do have an appointment to talk to my GP about a replacement specialist, I am so ready at this point to say “fuck all of this with a pineapple” and just handle it myself with my GP. I mean, I already am, due to a certain someone’s incompetence, so.