Quacks...

House: "FYI: It's not Lupus. As a matter of fact, it's never Lupus."
Ha ha, I wish! No, in fact, it IS Lupus. I just have a quack for a doctor.
I find it very disconcerting indeed to be stuck up north, with a doctor who doesn't do his job! I went to see him today, for some prescriptions. It's always a scary moment when your doctor can't pronounce your medications (but I'll give it to him, he IS from another country...although as far as I know pharmaceutical naming is quite universal, even in India).
Worse though, is that today, he asked me if I get regular bloodwork for my Lupus. I said I usually do, but hadn't lately, because I didn't have a standing order for anywhere nearby. Of course, I then asked if he could do this...and he said he didn't feel comfortable until he'd read through my charts. I love that, over 3 months ago, I left a photocopy of my history with him. And he said he took it home to read it...and I caught him red handed in a bit of a dither. He never read it after all, and realized that as he opened my chart!
At this point, I'd take House in a flash. Unconventional, weird, crazy, and most definitely a user, but at least he can't be accused of neglect.
One more reason to get out of the north...