Medical Advice

He tossed medical advice about like snake oil, splashing everyone with his venom. He knew nothing, had no education, no training. Yet women – and a few men – hung on his every word, bought his every promise, believed his every statement.

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Author: Virginia DeBolt

Writer and teacher who writes blogs about web education, writing practice, and pop culture.

3 thoughts on “Medical Advice”

  1. Hmmmm, “medical advice” you say? After seeing approximately five specialists regarding the pain in my feet with not one of them arriving at the same conclusion I had, I’d pretty much given up. Thank goodness for the internet aiding me in my quest to understand what was happening to my feet. For over ten years I’ve suffered with pain, tingling and numbness in both feet. One wonders how you can have numbness yet feel the discomfort of the other symptoms. At least I did. At any rate, I’ve self-diagnosed that I have post-chemo peripheral neuropathy. That wasn’t mentioned at all during my pre-treatment consultations which I have on tape nor in the literature given to me. However, that’s the answer folks. At this time I read that it is a common side effect of chemo. Nothing you can do about it. In retrospect I’d still have the chemo because it’s not too difficult choice between malignant cancer or bad feet.

  2. Mrs. Pushpa Pant was a self respecting , hard working , middle aged woman , more or less in charge of her body, thoughts and emotions , till one day , the Ladies Welfare Society, of which , unfortunately ,she was the officiating secretary(the real secretary holidaying in France), thrust her into the midst of a very sorry adventure of the medical kind.
    Mrs. Pant had grey hair and occasional dandruff. She worried about her two sons who lived abroad. All her medical illnesses could be put down to those two very serious conditions.Hence, when a medical camp(“free of cost”)was organised for the society ladies, she politely declined.
    Consequently, the attendance was poor . The medical personnel , turning out in their workaday best, were seen swatting flies in the empty stands under an impressive shamiana , eating samosas , whatsapping and throwing paper planes at their uniformed colleagues who hurried to and fro, and who had more urgent /important things to do. This augured unwell for the boss’s promotional prospects, not in the least “sullying the image of a hardworking department”.
    Mrs. Pant was called to the air -conditioned office of the President (who also happened to be the boss’s wife ) of the said society, made to sit on a chair with a rexine cover that froze at indoors temperature of 15 degrees,and breathe in wintry air which promptly condensed into anxious glittering drops on her freshly conditioned hair.The Lady President herself sat in a white starched saree, eyeing her as a polar bear does baby seal.After 15 minutes , Mrs. Pant emerged into the sweltering sun of a tropical summer, wreathed in the fog of wanton waste of government power and arctic guilt. She was sneezing, and constantly blowing her nose. In view of the scant attendance of the medical camp (“free of cost”), she was strongly recommended to “get herself checked up ” and thereby “lead the masses ” as befits a hard -working , sincere secretary. In other words, she was asked to present herself as a guinea pig for the newly passed out medical interns and post graduates.

  3. You get old. Medical advice proliferates. Physical therapy rehab is a favorite after any kind of joint injury or replacement; after any kind of heart intervention. If you have atrial fibrillation, they want you to visit the ER if you simply bump your head. Diabetes and A-fib merit advice from dieticians and so do elevated cholesterol and blood pressure. Last year three different doctors used the phrase, ” I recommend that you use a walker.” Because of balance issues brought on by neuropathy as well as breathing issues, I sense another round of “medical advice” coming. Two doctors have already moved in that direction, asking the question, “Do you live along?” The one piece of medical advice I don’t ever want to hear though is “Keep a good sense of humor.” I want to be in charge of that to the very end.

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