The thing I hate most about going to the doctor, aside from the seemingly inevitable “God, you’re fat!” lecture (though, in all fairness to this batch of doctors, it hasn’t come up) is that doctors in Tennessee treat you like you’re an idiot.
In fact, I have only ever had one doctor in Tennessee who didn’t and he asked me right up front how much education I had, how familiar I was with medical terms and how comfortable I was with talking about complex procedures.
Yesterday, this doctor tried to explain to me where my tonsils were.
I have to tell you, I’m afraid I was snippy with him. I mean, please! I know where my fucking tonsils are. Shit. I know more about lymph nodes than I ever cared to.
But I think probably what caused the look of horror on my face was realizing first that he was going to explain to me where my tonsils were and then realizing that he was going to explain to me where my tonsils were because most of his patients don’t know.
And, Tennesee, I love you. You know I do. But I have to tell you something from the bottom of my heart. There is no amount of money in the world that is too much money to make sure that your residents have a basic knowledge of things–a basic knowledge of anatomy, math, reading, etc.
Listen, I know public schools can mismanage funds. But that just means you have to keep on them. I only have a high-school amount of biology in my background and I know where my tonsils are and other basic anatomical features of my anatomy. If I can know that, so can you.
The fact that you don’t says to me that there is something deeply wrong with your educational system.