Thursday, February 27, 2020
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"I am not a hypochondriac. I am being proactive about my health. Back to my list, item 27..."
A Blog detailing the insanity of my medical practice and the stupidity of everyday life.
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This blog is entirely for entertainment purposes. All posts about patients, or my everyday life, or anything else may be fictional, or be my experience, or were submitted by a reader, or any combination of the above. Factual statements may or may not be accurate. I could be making all this up. I may not even be a doctor. The only true statement on here is that I probably drink more Diet Coke than you do. A lot more.
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Note: I do not answer medical questions. If you are having a medical issue, see your own doctor. For all you know I'm really a Mongolian yak herder and have no medical training at all except in issues regarding the care and feeding of Mongolian yaks.
Cast of Characters:
Annie: My Phenomenal MA
Mary: My Awesome Secretary
Ed: The office fish
Dr. Pissy: The guy I share an office with
Mrs. Grumpy: My Boss (also the world's greatest school nurse)
Frank, Craig, and Marie: The Grumpy Tribe
Garlic and Riley: The Grumpy Dogs
Questions? Comments? Biting sarcasm? Write to: pagingdrgrumpy [at] gmail [dot] com
Note: I do not answer medical questions. If you are having a medical issue, see your own doctor. For all you know I'm really a Mongolian yak herder and have no medical training at all except in issues regarding the care and feeding of Mongolian yaks.
6 comments:
Coronavirus carrier
You must have the patience of Job, Dr Grumpy.
My late MIL was another one--a hypochondriac who generally refused to admit it. In one rare moment of doubt, she asked me, "You don't think I'm a hypochondriac, do you?" I had the good sense to mumble something polite and change the subject, but what I really wanted to say was "Heck, no, Mom. You've got DSM-IV hypochondriasis." (She lived to be almost 93, and my SIL said that her epitaph should be "I told you I was sick!")
"And depression is a very serious matter, which is why the first 70 items on my list are all different types of adult content."
Maybe not a hypochondriac if it's been 27 years since seeing a doc. But I doubt all things were neurological in origin.
One problem can spawn a lot of symptoms. If we treat the symptoms alone, the problems are going to start piling up. People get labeled hypochondriacs and we stop listening to them instead of looking for root of the problem. This can go on for years. So it's a funny joke only if the person really is a hypochondriac and not an undiagnosed core issue.
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