So yesterday I went to see neurosurgeon "Dr B" (actually Dr L, but he was B in The Circle Game and so he shall remain), for the first time since November.
Within 30 seconds, the truth was revealed to me in a blinding flash: Most surgeons are arrogant boors.
I told Dr B that I'd been passed along from one crony to another in his medical center, with no resolution.
"Why do you think that is?" he shot back.
"Because they don't have any answers, so they send me along to the next guy?"
"Why do you think that is?" he said again.
"Um...because they can't figure it out?"
"Did you ever think that maybe it's because your case is very complicated, and there are no easy answers?"
He had the same patronizing tone as Dr Schmuck. What the hell is it with these guys?
"So you're saying that nothing can be done?"
"No, I'm not saying that. Surgery can be done, but I'm not waving any magic lollipops. So if you're in horrible pain afterwards, don't say I made you any promises. And don't call me begging for more pain medicine, because I won't prescribe any."
(Note: Back in November, Dr B insisted that I take Elavil, "whether you want to or not!" I lasted all of a day on it.)
Let us draw a discreet veil over the rest of Dr B's speechifying, which brought me to tears yet again.
- My fingers are unlikely to regain feeling without surgery.
- The pain in my arm is unlikely to go away without surgery.
- Odds are 50-50: surgery may make my arm feel a lot better, or a lot worse.
- I don't want to give my money to doctors who are mean to me.
- I don't want mean doctors poking around inside my body.
- I shouldn't have to see my shrink after every doctor appointment.
- I hope that Dr M (I see her next week) is nicer and has some bright ideas.