Zoffiel
6 years agoMember
Kiddy corner
I went for my three year oncology check up today and got bumped to a woman who introduced herself as 'one of the oncologists' who was seeing me because my regular was running late.
Now, I don't mind seeing registrars who are not fully qualified. I get it. But this one didn't bother to explain her position. It took me all of thirty seconds to figure her out, but WTAF?
So, I wanted to discuss Enobosarm as a possible option for me if I can't bear to go more than five years on AI treatment and my bone density keeps declining. I wanted to talk about the current trials and how that might play out for me in the future.
I have agreed to stick with the dread Exmesetane for as long as I can, and wasn't asking to be prescribed the drug now, so her reaction kicked me straight back into my battle undies. Rather than admit that she didn't know about the drug or the trials, this little chippy who hadn't even read my file ***" Why have you not been having mammograms?' 'I don't have any tits.'*** She starts in about how patients like me who Dr Google are fools and I should leave my treatment to the professionals.
I then told her who I work for and dropped a couple of names of people who had suggested I keep an eye on those trials which produced stunned silence and defensive bluster. Then she decided to examine me.
So I farted on her as soon as she laid a hand on me asked to see the grown up. Please. Old dogs and all, hey?
Now, I don't mind seeing registrars who are not fully qualified. I get it. But this one didn't bother to explain her position. It took me all of thirty seconds to figure her out, but WTAF?
So, I wanted to discuss Enobosarm as a possible option for me if I can't bear to go more than five years on AI treatment and my bone density keeps declining. I wanted to talk about the current trials and how that might play out for me in the future.
I have agreed to stick with the dread Exmesetane for as long as I can, and wasn't asking to be prescribed the drug now, so her reaction kicked me straight back into my battle undies. Rather than admit that she didn't know about the drug or the trials, this little chippy who hadn't even read my file ***" Why have you not been having mammograms?' 'I don't have any tits.'*** She starts in about how patients like me who Dr Google are fools and I should leave my treatment to the professionals.
I then told her who I work for and dropped a couple of names of people who had suggested I keep an eye on those trials which produced stunned silence and defensive bluster. Then she decided to examine me.
So I farted on her as soon as she laid a hand on me asked to see the grown up. Please. Old dogs and all, hey?