Can You Hear Me Now: (or do I need to yell into your stethoscope?)
When I was a little girl I dreamed about what my future would hold. As all little girls did back then, I dreamed of my knight in shining armor on his white horse sweeping me off my feet and whisking me away to a cute little cottage with white shutters and a white picket fence, where we would live happily ever after. I can tell you this, I never once dreamed of a future that included heart disease. So, as the story goes, I did not get my knight in shining armor, but I did however, instead, get heart disease. How’s that for a happy ending?
If only it ended there. This is actually where my nightmare begins and my future is placed on hold. I have been consistently amazed at the complacency with which the medical profession, especially physicians, treat (and I use that word loosely) their female patients. So there is no misunderstanding; yes, there are some wonderful, caring physicians and medical professionals still out there but, speaking from experience, they are few and far between.
I would have to say that my favorite act of physician complacency is the patronizing rolling of the eyes when a female patient has the audacity to actually question a doctor regarding her health
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