When searching for a new healthcare provider, it’s difficult to know which providers are competent, kind, and professional. Sometimes, we just have to hope for the best. When I have to visit a new healthcare provider, this is what I hope for.
I hope for someone that will not miss the small things—or even the big things.
When I was in college, I had a big lump on my armpit that was the size of a kiwi. It was so noticeable that my usually calm and laid-back mom sent me to the doctor right away. When I showed it to my doctor, she said, “I don’t see anything.” She didn’t acknowledge it until I pointed at it.
To this day, I am still scratching my head about this incident. Did she think that I was a hypochondriac and assume that I was being paranoid? Did she forget to put her contacts on? Was she tired? Did she even look the first time?
I hope for someone that knows who I am—or at least doesn’t confuse my chart with someone else’s chart.
I was pregnant, I saw an endocrinologist because my thyroid was out of whack. His
office seemed to be busy because it took them three or more days to answer
questions like, “Does the doctor want me to keep my appointment?” When I
finally got a call from a nurse, this is what she said to me: “The doctor says
that your thyroid levels look good. Keep taking Synthroid.”
I had never taken Synthroid in my life.
I hope for someone that is kind, humble and open to complementary therapies.
A couple of years ago, I was admitted to the hospital because my arm blew up (I had a crazy allergic reaction on my skin). With chin held high, squinty eyes peering down at me, and an expression on her face that said “I am God,” the Attending Physician snidely asked me questions like, “Why didn’t you see a skin doctor? Why are you taking fish oil?”
Due to my burning eyes (my contacts were old and I was not able to get my glasses from home) and lack of sleep from being monitored throughout the night, I was too much of a mess to explain to her that my insurance would probably not pay for dermatological services. I was also too tired to explain to her how beneficial fish oil was for me, so I just responded, “I read that fish oil is good.” With a condescending chuckle, she looked back down at her computer keyboard.
I hope for someone that will spend just a tiny bit of extra time with me if I have questions.
first pediatrician was very cordial and pleasant. Unfortunately, she spent most
of our appointment typing on her computer and a minute or so examining our
child. After the minute or so was up, she said, “Thank you, your papers will be
at the desk, take care!” She was almost out the door before I stopped her to
ask her a question. She scribbled something on my paper and basically ran out
of the room.
I don’t have firsthand experience as a physician, but I know that they are forced to have quick appointments. I also know that some physicians feel as if they have to work so fast that they eventually start to see their patients as products on an out-of-control assembly line. Therefore, I don’t really fault this physician for her behavior. Unfortunately, this might just be an example of our broken healthcare system in the U.S.
I hope for someone with compassion.
personally know two mothers that recently
lost their babies in the second or third trimester. So, when I started having
abnormal bleeding in my third trimester, I was very fearful for my baby and
almost started crying in the midwife’s office. I was embarrassed of being overly
emotional and was (unreasonably) ashamed of being a burden on the midwife.
Instead of impatience or lack of compassion, the midwife took my hand and tenderly said to me, “It’s okay. We are going to figure this out. That’s what we are here for.”
I hope for someone that goes above and beyond my expectations.
When my daughter was sick and our regular pediatrician was on vacation, we visited another doctor with his own practice. When I entered the office, the “receptionist” was on the phone. When it was time for the doctor to see my daughter, the same “receptionist” ushered us into the exam room, took my daughter’s vital signs, examined her and called an outside vendor to order lab tests. A few days later, the same “receptionist” called me to see if my daughter was feeling better.
When I visited the office again, the same “receptionist” was talking to one of the dads in the waiting room. At this point, I couldn’t keep my mouth shut and asked, “Why are you doing everything? Is everyone on vacation for the holiday?” He told me that he could not afford his staff anymore. “In the same way that insurance rates are rising for patients, they are rising for us as well.” He went on to say that physicians will probably not be able to afford to have their own practices in the future.
This broke my heart. This kind physician took the time to call me to see if my daughter was okay, even though he had to be the receptionist, medical assistant and physician for his whole private practice.
Do you have a healthcare provider that goes above and beyond your expectations?
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This post was originally published on April 12, 2019. It was updated on August 7, 2020.