Most people I know grew up with either a sense of awe or fear of their doctor; or something along the lines of both. Almost no one I’ve ever met views their doctor as they view their hairdresser, which is so much more within their control. If they do a great job and they get along well with you, they’re in, otherwise, you take your business elsewhere.
The rare exceptions seem to be those that have been treated extensively and over long periods of time by either a trusted family physician or a wonderful doctor they somehow “found” and never let go. But for many of us, changing locations, jobs and insurance policies often leads to changing doctors and never really finding the one that feels right. Then, if we’re going along at a decent clip in most areas of our lives, we stick with a doctor even if it’s not the right one, disempowering ourselves and not advocating for excellent health care.
In my experience at my latest doctor I have held on for almost three years getting turned away when I know my sore throat needs antibiotics, making early Saturday morning appointments because I have two children and actually had to go into work as well only to arrive and be kept waiting because the doctor was “doing a physical” on another patient (then why was I scheduled?)
Most recently, as sky – high triglycerides made their appearance in my blood work after a lab report for an application for life insurance, I tried to make an appointment with my doctor to 1) discuss the lupus diagnosis I’d been given several years ago and its connection to my gall stones, high triglycerides, etc. and 2) to really be open and honest about everything and proactively garner medical support for the future.
I was so proud of myself! And the appointment never happened due to office over booking, once again.