On a funny buy scary note a woman in Spain was diagnosed with flatulence ends up giving birth, no one figured out she was pregnant!
I have mixed feelings about Doctors. About 6 family members and friends of mine (maybe more) are medical Doctors and I like all of them just fine, I admire all the hard work and dedication is took to get where they are, but I hate going to see the Doctor.
I book an appointment, run the gauntlet of speaking to the evil receptions who would admit no body if you gave her the chance and then wait. Its the waiting that does it, I get the urge to leave but don't and after what seems like an eternity they call you in...
The thing is Doctors, especially GPs see loads and loads of people everyday, many are over worked and tired of people wasting their time. So I get a tad paranoid that they are judging you the second you walk in the door. If you under 30, many have the idea that nothing could possibly be wrong with you so you are A. Depressed or B. Attention seeking in order to get time off. The GPs at my uni were notorious for this behavior.
I find once you get in the room you have 10 second to state your problem, anything after that is totally ignored, they say maybe one sentence to you as they are already writing out your prescription. Plus after that 10 seconds my mind goes blank, I should have the spine to say more but instead I'm silent. Before I know it I'm in the lobby with a prescription for generic pain killers and I'm think but I don't need painkillers!
So imagine my surprise when my current doctor not only listens to what I have to say but keeps on talking, in fact she talks so quickly and laughs every other sentence, my husband and I keep looking at each other in disbelief. I'm still in the lobby a few mins later and still bewildered but this time somethings might happen. So 3 years and four doctors later I'm finally being treated for something they knew I probably had four years ago...go figure.