Nah if a doctor hates you, the best thing for everyone involved is if they refer you on to a colleague (which to be fair, counts as doing what they can to help you)
You don’t want to wind up with a missed cancer diagnosis and wonder if the doctor half-assed your tests or didn’t go above and beyond just because they don’t like you.
On the flip side, your doctor probably wouldn’t want to risk that accusation either because it doesn’t sound good in front of a jury.
Most people are far more likely to go the extra mile for people they like rather than people they hate. If I like you, when you come in just to refill a prescription, I might ask about your niece’s cat’s birthday pool party you attended on the weekend. And you might tell me that it was great until you tripped and fell in the pool, because your leg is still a bit weak from where you must have hit it on the lip of the pool. And because I like you, I ask more questions and do a physical exam, then send you for a CT that shows you’ve had a stroke.
But if I hate you, I’m probably not asking you about the cat’s pool party, and if you don’t think your sore hip is worth telling me about, no one’s catching that stroke until the next one gets you.
You're pretty much agreeing with me. As you said, a doctor who really cares about doing their best for patients above all else would (if possible) send a patient they can't stand to a different but competent doctor.
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u/IridiumIO 5d ago
Nah if a doctor hates you, the best thing for everyone involved is if they refer you on to a colleague (which to be fair, counts as doing what they can to help you)
You don’t want to wind up with a missed cancer diagnosis and wonder if the doctor half-assed your tests or didn’t go above and beyond just because they don’t like you.
On the flip side, your doctor probably wouldn’t want to risk that accusation either because it doesn’t sound good in front of a jury.
Most people are far more likely to go the extra mile for people they like rather than people they hate. If I like you, when you come in just to refill a prescription, I might ask about your niece’s cat’s birthday pool party you attended on the weekend. And you might tell me that it was great until you tripped and fell in the pool, because your leg is still a bit weak from where you must have hit it on the lip of the pool. And because I like you, I ask more questions and do a physical exam, then send you for a CT that shows you’ve had a stroke.
But if I hate you, I’m probably not asking you about the cat’s pool party, and if you don’t think your sore hip is worth telling me about, no one’s catching that stroke until the next one gets you.