boxofdelights

Yeah. *hug*?

I just keep trying to remind myself that I come from a long line of women who mostly survived to marvelous old ages without really any medical care at all. Mostly.

I kind of have stopped believing in most medical care. Not that I don't approve of it, but that I don't actually think it exists. My fundamental experience of medicine is presenting with a problem, and being told there's not much that can be done for it. In any given case, I don't know if that's true or just that the treater doesn't think the problem's all that important.

And I have heard so many horror stories from my own patients. I just helped a patient of mine get a new PCP after her last one screamed at her because she brought a list of her medical issues with her to the session, so she wouldn't forget any.

Medicine is fine for the big obvious stuff: they're adequate tailors if you're hemorrhaging from evident wounds, I hear they handle cancer pretty well too by and large. But I try to make my peace with the fact that, despite what the calendar says, I really live in the 18th century only with hygiene, inoculations, and anaesthesia.