Mike4Vols
Attack from the water...
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I worked closely with many doctors in my previous career. I can count one hand the number I consider to be good human beings and most are arrogant, narcissistic arseholes. I always kept them at arm's length. The fundamental problem is they're coddled and catered to their entire life. They are surrounded by people at work who tell them their sh!t doesn't stink. Even their spouses are subservient.A different story about Dollywood:
When I was in Knoxville, Tennessee’s workers compensation program allowed employers to have a three doctor panel for injured employees to chose from. Since I am not a surgeon, the area companies were eager to have me on the panels. I got to go on manufacturing facility tours. It was cool getting to see all the different products being made. More importantly, I got to meet all the HR managers and could actually get things changed to help decrease injuries…
Anyway, the Dollywood HR department sends me one of their cowgirls with a clavicle fracture. Rarely surgical. I ask her how it happened and she fell off the Ostrich that she was riding. (They raced two Ostriches, one rider called in sick and she thought that she could do it) Ostriches can turn on a dime at full speed. Got the X-ray and realized that she needed immediate surgery. The proximal bone was shaped like a dagger and pointing down towards her lung. Any wrong movement could cause a pneumothorax.
The Orthopedic Surgeon that I worked for was operating at the time. I called down to the OR and told him (over speaker) that this patient needed to have surgery on her clavicle fracture. (He was a very talented surgeon, but an arsehole of a person) His response was that in 30 years of surgical practice he had never surgically repaired a clavicle fracture. His condescending tone pissed me off. I responded that if he would come up to the office between cases that I would show him why it needed surgery. He muttered that I didn’t know what I was talking about. I told him that I would bet my salary for a year. He would not have to pay me if I was wrong. He would double my salary when I proved him wrong. He just laughed at me. He hustled in between cases. Looked at the X-ray, said DAMN and added her to the end of his cases. I asked him when my paycheck would increase, and the SOB said that we didn’t shake on the bet.
He never questioned my medical knowledge again. Signed a 3 year contract (length of a Pediatric residency) and counted down the days to get away from him…![]()
I'm thankful for skilled physicians; I'm not diminishing their education, intelligence, or drive. I've had several who saved my bacon.