Here via friendsfriends, and I thought I would add a constructive comment:
The best doctor experience I've ever had was with the nurse practitioner at my university. I'm a compulsive skinpicker, I'm kind of heavy, and I get cold really easily, so the thing I hate most about doctor's offices is that usually the first step is "I'm going to need you to change into a gown for this." Especially when I totally don't need to! Gah. But on to the good stuff: Because I'm a skinpicker, I'm really familiar with what my skin's doing at any given time. So when I started getting these weird itchy painful bumps, I went straight to the nurse's office and said "I've got these weird bumps on my back." Here's what she did, in order:
1. Believed me when I told her it didn't feel like acne. 2. Didn't make me take off my shirt or my bra, even though I had to lift it to show her. 3. Said, "Yeah, you totally have shingles, let me show you why" and then 4. Got out a medical textbook, explained what a dermatome was, showed me the stages of bump-growth and what I should expect, and then to top it all off... 5. Complimented me on being quick enough to catch it early (which ended up saving me a lot of horrendous pain, since I got put on antivirals right away), without once making it sound like of course I was body conscious, and haha isn't it funny that my tendency to scratch myself to pieces paid off this once (because that's what my self-esteem was saying at the time).
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The best doctor experience I've ever had was with the nurse practitioner at my university. I'm a compulsive skinpicker, I'm kind of heavy, and I get cold really easily, so the thing I hate most about doctor's offices is that usually the first step is "I'm going to need you to change into a gown for this." Especially when I totally don't need to! Gah. But on to the good stuff: Because I'm a skinpicker, I'm really familiar with what my skin's doing at any given time. So when I started getting these weird itchy painful bumps, I went straight to the nurse's office and said "I've got these weird bumps on my back." Here's what she did, in order:
1. Believed me when I told her it didn't feel like acne.
2. Didn't make me take off my shirt or my bra, even though I had to lift it to show her.
3. Said, "Yeah, you totally have shingles, let me show you why" and then
4. Got out a medical textbook, explained what a dermatome was, showed me the stages of bump-growth and what I should expect, and then to top it all off...
5. Complimented me on being quick enough to catch it early (which ended up saving me a lot of horrendous pain, since I got put on antivirals right away), without once making it sound like of course I was body conscious, and haha isn't it funny that my tendency to scratch myself to pieces paid off this once (because that's what my self-esteem was saying at the time).