Dr A Howe (Dr C )

My regular doctor was away and as I was feeling very depressed with the complaint I arranged to see the emergency doctor. I had witnessed a death on the M4 and was stuck in the traffic jam for SIX yes SIX fkn hours. As I had never seen him before I quickly made a short history of two short sentences and a request for help.
I started” Eight yeas ago I…” He said I don’t care about 8 years ago. SILENCE. I started to say how I felt and was interrupted again by a shout of ” I only have 10 minutes a patient you know”. The communication between my brain and mouth broke and I shouted at him “I might as well commit suicide then” and left. OOPS. I immediately apologised to the receptionist and told her to relay my comments to the doctor as it was very important. I went shopping and went home feeling really strange as this was the first time I can remember saying that ……EVER.
 

 AT home an hour later two policeman burst in threatening me with being sectioned. I managed after another hour to explain the circumstances surrounding my outburst and they left warning me, with a grin, that if I did do as I threatened they would be in trouble and they assumed I didn’t want that !! I apologised for wasting their time and they left telling me to continue with my fight as they both felt I was right.
I later saw that doctor buying unbranded vodka in Tescos at 9.00 am. He saw me and looked, I thought, very embarrassed. I stupidly put two and two together and made 300 (or did I??)and thus I was ejected from that surgery.
If Doctors have a bad day, or just want to get through a busy clinic, it should NOT be us that suffers from that whiplash tongue with a sharp comment. As patients, it only takes one wrong word from a Doctor or health professional to make us feel ANGRY and SCARED for days on end. It’s bad enough dealing with this disease on a day to day basis, without an offhand comment making it worse

One Response to “Dr A Howe (Dr C )”

  1. Richard L Says:

    I was inpatient in a state hospital with major depression in 1992. (The private hospital was most punctual about discharging me when the insurance ran out.)

    An interview with the psychiatrist and my then-wife turned into a shouting match in which I threatened to “blow my head off”. My wife left, and I told the shrink that I didn’t even own a gun.

    He had been planning to discharge me shortly. However, based on my remark, he held me over the weekend, for a total of a week and a half.

    Bottom line: It’s just not something you say in a psychiatrist’s presence. They’re REQUIRED to take it seriously, to the point you experienced. Perhaps it was a bit extreme, but I am not terribly surprised.

    I am very sorry about the extent to which it has affected your life.

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