I don't mean SS as in the Nazi secret terroristic police force...I mean, social security doctors -- and sometimes I wonder how different they are.
To be fair, the doctors are being paid by the social security administration to run evaluations so they are not supposed to be your friendly neighborhood practioner. The doctor I saw today took a lot of time and trouble to explain to me that he couldn't give me advice, couldn't show me compassion and if I got sick or what-have-you I'd need to go to my own doctor. Yeah, thanks, for the warning, doc. He sort of reminded me of TB's infamous Dr. Roboto. He wanted to test and measure how well I could move my neck, arms, legs and back. He kept saying he was just repeating tests my rheumatologist had already done.
Well, I hadn't been fussing at him just telling him where the pain was. So now I just looked at him and said, "I didn't like it then, either." Did this guy expect me to smile and jig or something? Yeesh.
Posted by Cassie at August 2, 2005 03:58 PM | TrackBack