Trouble With The Quack

I don’t like the professional clique. This includes medical doctors and lawyers. I respect their expertness in their fields, consult with them when needed, but I don’t trust them. And I dislike their attitudes.

My regular doctor (about the only one I trust to some extend) recently changed my hypertension medication, advising me to return immediately if I experience anything out of the ordinary. At this stage, I must add that before going back on the medication a few weeks ago, I went without it for about 18 months because my blood pressure had returned to normal.

Anyway, after a few days on the new medication, I started getting cramps in my legs and feet at night. As instructed by my GP, I went back to see him, only to learn that he is out of town and that his partners are ‘looking after his patients’ in his absence. I explained the situation to the quack assigned to me. I also told him that I have been off the medication since the previous night, in accordance to what my regular GP advised me.

He told me it is my imagination. The new medication, he said, uses exactly the same active ingredient as the previous and cannot cause such side effect.

Maybe I was a bit irritated by having to see a strange doctor, but I lost my cool and told him very politely, if not somewhat impatient, that I was in full control of all my faculties and that I was fully aware of what is my imagination and what is reality. I’m not into medicine and I do not know if the cramps are related to the medication, which is why I consulted with him. The cramps are very real, in my legs, and not in my head. For good measure, I added that if I wanted such advice, I would have seen a shrink and that if that was the best he could do, I’d rather see another doctor.

He dismissed me by saying that he understands that I don’t feel well since I’m off the medication and as such he will excuse my erratic behavior. As if I was the turd in the drinking water. I stood up, mustered the best smile I could conjure, wished him a good day while wishing he’d rot in hell and walked out his consulting room into reception, requesting to see another doctor.

After 10 minutes, I was ushered into another quack’s room. He listened to me, picked up his phone, and called my regular GP. After a short conversation, I was put back on the previous medication. Lo and behold, two days later the cramps were gone.

It must have been my imagination… or something that rhymes with it!


A bumper of a day to ya all and be careful. There are sharks out there.