Not since I was a teenager having my wisdom teeth surgically removed with the aid of that luscious nitrous oxide laughing gas have I floated home from a dental appointment feeling so exhilarated. Because yesterday, I took a personal stand against rudeness and disrespect in the delivery of my own health care.
Regular readers here will already know how surviving a heart attack (plus, I suspect, my advancing progress towards Cranky Old Lady Land) have made me increasingly ticked off by health care providers who:
- treat us as if we are simply a piece of meat on a slab – and worse, an invisible piece of meat on a slab
- forget that we are far more than just the 10 o’clock procedure in their daytimers
- disregard the fact that there is an actual real live human being attached to the body part they happen to be working on
My recent mission in life seems to be to put the brakes on this kind of pervasively rude behaviour, one health care provider at a time. Continue reading “Would it kill you to treat your patients with respect?”