Vienna 03/24/2024
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This is another article in the “Homo” series. So far I have published: Homo Hygiienicus, Homo Libertatis, Homo Sapiens and Homo Militaris. These are short essays in the form of a diary that represent my idea of a day in the life of people from a selected group. Today I will describe my experiences of what a day as a doctor could look like.
The sharp sound of the alarm clock interrupts my short sleep. The day before, as usual, I sat in the office until 2 a.m. After making my rounds at the hospital and admitting patients, I had to do some paperwork and computer work. This bureaucracy is growing at an alarming rate every year. Then private patients. They need more attention, but I also need to make a living.
A smart guy pissed me off. He prepared well for this visit. When I offered him one of the statins, he politely but firmly declined. He claimed that cholesterol does not cause heart disease and that this was a big lie. What if he was right? I do not intend to lose my medical license by talking to the patient. The most common way to help in such situations is to use medical jargon. The patient decides he doesn’t know enough and gives up. But not him. He only asked if he didn’t understand something. This would be a long discussion. I let go of that miserable cholesterol and took care of his blood pressure. Here too I came across concrete. He didn’t want any antihypertensive medication.
I asked what he expected from me? And here he surprised me. He said he wanted to learn as much as possible about his own health before making decisions. If all patients approached things this way, we would certainly have a healthier society. I tried to explain what I knew about his condition. I left out the medical jargon so as not to prolong the visit. He didn’t want any medication, but he paid and thanked me – apparently I had met his expectations.
prescribe medicines they know little about, for diseases they know even less about, to people they know nothing about.
I breathed a sigh of relief as I said goodbye to the annoying patient. A middle-aged woman came in right after him. Likeable and attractive. She immediately blurted out: They persuaded me to get vaccinated against Covid. Well, misfortunes come in pairs. I hid my nervousness and asked, “What’s wrong?” Two days ago, after I fell on the street, I was diagnosed with thrombosis. Isn’t this a side effect of the vaccination? I replied that it wasn’t that easy to say. There can also be other causes of thrombosis. They said vaccinations are safe! If I had told patients before these vaccinations that complications could arise, I would have quickly said goodbye to my license to practice medicine. So bad and so bad.
My friend, also a doctor, immediately refers a patient to a psychiatrist who points out side effects after vaccination. I’m not that cheeky. I made a referral for D-dimer levels, platelets and deep vein Doppler ultrasound. She was visibly happy that I took care of her and didn’t throw her out of the practice like other doctors.
He can make a diagnosis without having a stethoscope in his ear.
In the evening I suddenly had a coughing fit. I haven’t coughed this hard in a long time! I have to start treatment. I take garlic and onion juice – at least it works and doesn’t do any harm.
Author of the article: Marek Wojcik
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