Friday, January 27, 2012

Just Don't Call Me Late to Dinner


Despite graduating college with a BFA, nobody has ever called me "Bachelor Rouda." Similarly, people with master's degrees -- these days as common a species as houseflies -- are not called Master This or Master That by every Tom, Dick and Harry. Yet we must address every putz who graduated from medical school as Doctor. (Lately, even ordinary folks with doctorate degrees in other fields are starting to use the title too.) Sure, there was a time when physicians earned so much more money than other professionals and were privy to such esoteric information about the human body that we considered them as gods walking among us. But today, with the Internet serving as a superior diagnostician that makes house calls, many of them make barely enough to cover their malpractice insurance. Yet they all still demand that all of us not-doctors use that moniker; just try calling one "Mr." and see what happens!

Exactly what makes them so special? Okay, so they don't faint at the sight of blood and they are able to perform gruesome tasks without upchucking. Impressive, until you consider the possibility that many of them are closet sadists who get off on sticking their hands inside your body and playing with your organs. As for those who become gynecologists, they are obviously sickos, especially the females. (Oh please, are you telling me that spending your days with your hands inside some stranger's vagina is not icky?)

Fueling my ire is the sudden influx of all the doctors chasing celebrity status. Leading the pack are Superdocs Oz and Gupta, busy hawking their books at speaking engagements and on the evening news, whenever an expert is needed to say things like "saturated fats are bad for you" and "daily aerobic exercise contributes to overall health."

The zenith of this trend is a daily afternoon TV show eloquently entitled "The Doctors" -- that says it all, don't you think-- and starring "America's dream medical team." Four dolled-up physicians -- a hot young stud, a pretty woman, a wise one with greying temples and an average Joe -- sit in front of an audience of mostly fat housewives with nothing better to do and wow them with what they learned in med school. Meanwhile, the lesser gods claw their way up the ladder through personal websites, hoping to become the next Huffington Post. A few write columns for Men's Health or Prevention, dishing out pablum like, "If you eat beef at all, definitely go grass-fed," or, "After a few nights of too-little sleep, we see very serious consequences on our moods."

According to Jerome Groopman, MD, author of How Doctors Think, the average doctor cuts off his patient within the first 18 seconds of an appointment. Thus he suggests planning your questions in advance so as not to wander off topic. I suggest staying home and logging on to WebMD. You can stay as long as you want and you don't have to find parking.

2 comments:

  1. Deneb says: ALL GOOD ADVICE and here is mine to you, once again since you apparently aren't listening, STOP WATCHING TV!

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  2. Deb: Just because I know what's on TV does not mean I WATCH it! I have eyes, ears, I read the paper and have friends--and I'm not off on some mountain top catching hawks half the time.....

    Besides, I do want to stay informed, dear.

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