My son’s one at least.
A couple of years ago you may recall that my son was diagnosed with Cancer of the thyroid. Over time he had an operation to remove his thyroid and a couple of courses of radiotherapy.
The only downside now is that he has a medication regime that he will have to adhere to for the rest of his life. This consists of daily doses of calcium and Thyroxin to do what his thyroid used to do.
A short while ago, his Oncologist decided that his Thyroxin dose was inadequate and need a higher daily dose. Last week my son contacted his GP to request resupply of his Thyroxin and let the GP know that the specialist had recommended the higher dose.
This bloody doctor of his insisted on confirming with the specialist before a dose change could be actioned. He wouldn’t take the word of my son. (Incidentally my son has a Masters degree in Chemistry).
Consequentially my son had no medication for a week as his doctor didn’t see the need to actually phone the Oncologist and check the dosage.
My son’s boss actually had to send my son home this afternoon as the boy looked so ill.
This is not the first time my son’s GP has been an utter prat. Last year he decided he could prescribe a generic thyroxin that was cheaper. Which didn’t work in my son’s case. His specialist was not amused then. He will probably and hopefully go ballistic at the GP.
I’m not sure why they are paid so much.
I dont blame the gp for wanting to check. But really, a phone call is all that would be needed surely.
ReplyDeleteThe problem is that he didn't phone until my son reminded him that he starting to nearly collapse.
ReplyDeleteThere's some good ones and some bloody useless ones.
ReplyDeleteOne of the latter examined my wife from the comfort of his chair about 6 feet from her, pronouncing her severe chest pains as a pulled muscle.
A week later her condition worsening i phoned a real doctor who diagnosed pleurisy over the phone, confirmed by him an hour later.
Every time she gets the slightest cold now it goes straight to her weakened lungs and she usually ends up on antibiotics, this a woman of rude tough former health.
Quack needed a bloody good slap with a wet kipper.
Hope the lad keeps well.
Cheers, Judd
Heh, I got that beat.
ReplyDeleteWent to the GP a week before Christmas, explained the symptoms and, without doing even a blood pressure test or any test come to that, the doctor said I should get away for a fortnight in the sun as a 'cure' for my symptoms.
On Christmas Eve my partner got another doctor to do a home visit because I'd deteriorated and I was rushed to hospital with heart failure. Spent 2 weeks having tests. I'm now on 70 tablets a week to keep things going until I can have further tests.
Because of funding issues I can't have a cardiac MRI until some time in May/June which means I'm going to lose my job next month due to being in a probationary period.
Still, at least I'm not in Cyprus.
This GP has missed his vocation - gassing patients as they are unloaded from the cattle cars at Stafford. Arbeit macht frei.
ReplyDeleteHi FEs son here :-). You should hear how my thyroid cancer was diagnosed. My gp didn't believe me so I brushed up on my neck research. Until I could list off 11 symptoms 3 of which were very specific when together. After 20 minutes she sorted an ultrasound (to placate the hypochondriac no doubt) which showed a horrific mass in my neck causing the radiology nurse to swear under her breath. That was event #1 of 9where I've been smarter than a gp.
ReplyDeleteTl;Dr gps aren't that bright.