The only time a medic gives a sh*t about you is when you pay him
This is a rant. It's not a rational argument, it's not a reasoned statement of opinion. It claims no substantiation and is indifferent to justification. It's a rant. You have been warned.
I hate doctors. Let me reiterate, explain and intensify. I hate the medical profession. If I had a daughter I would rather she married a N*gger Pimp than a doctor. The Pimp is honest - the medic is a hypocrite. The Pimp provides a service - the medic tells you he or she can't help you, or leaves a surgical tool buried in your guts, or 'diagnoses' you on the basis of his or her 'experience' rather than the result empirical testing - and then charges you a fortune for not providing you with the service you went to him or her for.
You wanted a cure, right? Instead you get a diagnosis, and a list of hideously expensive drugs; drugs which often exacerbate or complicate the condition you sought help for. Consult another doctor - get another diagnosis. And in each case these bloodsucking leeches profit from your misery and suffering. Doctors are worse than lawyers, because a lawyer will at least achieve a concrete reult in turn for his services. Innocent or guilty. But doctors can say they know nothing, perform 'exploratory procedures', cripple you in consequence - and still get paid.
I went with Sabrina to the ER today, because she was no longer able to tolerate the degree of pain she has suffered recently. Everyone knows what a misery the ER can be. But even by the woefully inadequate standards of American medical practice, today's excursion was something unique. By the standards of what we've experienced today's total time spent in the ER, five hours, was not particularly problematic. But everything else was.
Imagine a clean, well appointed ER. Efficient receptionists, a well-apponted waiting area complete with cable TV and a fishtank. And off to one side a woman coughing, and vomiting, and spraying mucus in every direction. She was well prepared. She'd brought a container to vomit in. This woman spewed infection in every direction for well over an hour, before the triage nurse condescended to attend her. How can a triage nurse fulfil her function if she's not in the ER? And when she did finally put in an appearance she was surly, condescending, impatient and arrogant.
Tell me something. When did you last let the mechanic who works on your car treat you as if you were a brainless lump of meat that had no business troubling his exalted existence? Yet that's exactly how you allow these glorified, overpriced, incompetent witchdoctors to treat you.
A surgeon is an overpaid cutter of human meat. Nothing more. A doctor is a businessman like any other, a paid provider of services. And a nurse is someone you pay to wipe your ass when you can't. They're not little gods. They're not angels. They're not miracle workers. Generally, they're incompetent fraudsters whose sole interest in you can be calculated in dollars.
The superannuated hippy who eventually attended my wife was stoned on something. His movements were clumsy and uncoordinated. He reacted with near hysteria when questioned about his diagnosis - which had been reached via no more than a cursory glance and a mauling that caused Sabrina to wince and cry out. He has prescribed drugs for her which, in combination with her previously prescribed meds, will cause stroke, or heart failure, or both. We know this because the information that came with the drugs says so, unambiguously. The man was intoxicated, hysterical, incompetent.
Medicine ought not to be a business. It ought to be a form of public service. And it disgusts me beyond measure that American medics are nothing but glorified whores, constantly touting for the next dollar.
First, do no harm?
First, pay. And then pay again.
American medics. Whores, hypocites, parasites, incompetents.