“I went to the dentist to have three molars removed and was warned that I could have a perforated sinus if I didn’t keep pressure on the area. He also said he e-scripted pain meds and antibiotics to my pharmacy. I got there, and I was dying. The stuff they gave me for pain had worn off, and I really needed something. Get the meds, and it’s Motrin and antibiotics. I called his office and asked why they only gave me Motrin. They said that I didn’t need opiates. Motrin would be fine.
I was literally in tears. The whole side of my face was swollen and throbbing. On a 1 to 10 scale of pain, I was a solid 8. I walked over to my primary care physician for an emergency visit told her what had transpired, and she just wrote me a script for three days worth of Percocet and stitched up the perforation in my gum. The last time I went to that dentist, thankfully, the one I use now is a lot more reasonable.” –MadLintElf This person learned that just because one experience was horrible doesn’t mean the next will be somewhere else.
“Well, when I was younger, maybe about eight or nine, my dentist turned out to be a quack. He had flunked out of med school but had learned enough to somehow scam his way to a medical license for dentistry. He missed my sister’s need for a retainer and braces until it was too late to completely realign her jaw. Thankfully I was young enough when we learned that mine could still be fixed. My next dentist was my dad’s, and I don’t know how he’s been going to that dentist for so long.
The office was run by a husband and wife combo, and I always prayed I would get the husband and not the wife. She was an absolute psychopath. Instead of waiting for freezing to kick in properly, she would start working within on cavities within seconds of injecting the Novocain, and if you complained, she would inject more. I once got six injections for one cavity.” –Iokuas Yikes! It sounds like some people should just not be dentists, and it’s amazing how some people are still in business. Keep reading to hear of other horrible experiences with doctors.
7. Beware of fake doctors and complete scam artists.
“I went to a new dentist for the first time in a new city. They told me I had periodontitis and that it was basically the same as having cancer. Then they told me they could treat it with something called Arestin, and it would be 3,000 dollars. I was like: “Okay…” Fully planning on just leaving and never going back there. Most dentists set up a new appointment for procedures, and I was just gonna cancel that. But all of a sudden, they come busting into the room with all this stuff, ready to do this thing right then and there.
I was like: “Um yeah, I’m gonna have to think about this.” Then I got the hell out of there. Saw another dentist later on who never even mentioned me having periodontitis and actually had a coworker whose husband I found out went to the same guy. They told him exactly the same thing, and he actually fell for it and paid the money….” –iWatchCrapTV It really sounds like that dentist was nothing but a scam artist. Thank goodness this person went and got a second opinion. Some people aren’t so lucky and don’t think to do so.
6. Sometimes, the nurses are better than the doctors.
“I was 12 weeks pregnant with our first child when I suddenly experienced heavy bleeding and clotting, and I was terrified of miscarrying. We were out of town and went to the local ER. The doc, while examining me, said that my “fetus isn’t considered viable anyway” with a rather nonchalant attitude. That’s not something you tell a panicked pregnant lady, no matter if it’s scientific fact or not. He was a rather young doc and didn’t say it only once to me. He went on about early pregnancy and that my fetus wasn’t viable.
I wasn’t there to be schooled over his callous factoids; I was there because I wanted to know if my baby was still there or not. It turned out my placenta had a tear of the uterine wall, but we would be okay. The little guy was alive and well. The nurse did a fantastic job calming me down and was the only reason I didn’t end up going totally bonkers over that idiot doctor. A few months later, I received a survey from the hospital over how well I received treatment. I ripped that doc a new asshole and made sure to thank the nurse.” –tarantulawarfare
5. When a doctor gives you 40 Vicodin for a sore throat.
“Last year, I went to the doctor for a really bad sore throat, but my regular doctor was on vacation, so I saw somebody else. When he walked into the exam room, he was already in mid-sentence (but talking to me), explaining the difference between a viral and bacterial infection. He then rambled on, and on, and on, and on about nothing for long enough that I was surprised that the clinic could even run efficiently enough to stay open. Then he went, to paraphrase, “Now I know sore throats can be painful, and I don’t want you to be in pain it could keep you up at night, and that’s not good, so I’m going to prescribe you some Vicodin.
It’s going to be more than you need, but hey, you know what, someday you’re going to fall and hurt your ankle, and you’re not going to need to come to see me; you’re just going to need some Vicodin!” So then, without me even mentioning that I was in pain, he prescribed me FORTY extra strength (7.5/750) Vicodin. I almost started laughing when he handed me the prescription. Not that I am complaining about this, but damn. All I could think was, for someone with an MD, you sure are stupid.” –ten000days
“After having breast reduction surgery, I wasn’t even awake before they were making me stand to get in a car to drive home. I was home a couple of hours when I started to notice the redness on one side. I snapped a photo for my plastic surgeon, who said it was nothing—fast forward 5 hours. Fever is now setting in, tenderness and swelling at the surgical site. The fever reaches 102, get a drive to the hospital. They dismiss me and tell me to go back to the surgeon on Monday (it was Friday). Fever Reaches 104, and I feel like I have been hit by a truck.
With my ride gone, I have to call an ambulance. They take me to the hospital, the triage nurses berate me and ask why I didn’t get a drive and why I would dare call an ambulance. Dr. McNoob tries to cut the surgical tape off me and cuts part of my skin off too. I spent the weekend in a hospital bed on morphine, and on Monday morning, I went to my plastic surgeons, where he jammed an unconscionably large needle into the wound and siphoned off almost a quart of stale bloody liquid. (pressure released, I healed, it felt better).” -Anonymous
“When I was about 18, I began to experience pains in the middle of my chest. It would be horribly uncomfortable, but nothing I felt the need to seek treatment for. When I was 21, I had a very intense attack. It was so painful I couldn’t breathe, and I kept throwing up. I was convinced that I had a heart attack. My friend rushed me to the ER, and I couldn’t do anything except cry and gasp for breath, asking for help. The nurses got me registered and hooked up to monitors and then left me in the room alone. I laid on the bed and cried the best I could through broken breaths and truly believed I was going to die.
About 10 minutes later, the pain subsided. About 15 minutes after that, the ER doctor finally strolled in. He ran some tests and diagnosed me with a spasmodic esophagus which essentially not preventable and incurable. I spent the next seven years suffering these debilitating attacks, during which all I could do is curl into a ball, cry, and pray that the pain would subside soon. After a particularly horrific attack during which I was in pain for a solid 8 hours, I finally went to see my family doctor in hopes he could at least prescribe pain medication for such times. It was then that he told me it’s not my esophagus, rather it was gallstone attacks and that I needed to have my gallbladder out.” –Cherpyderp
“My worst was right after I got in a horrible car accident. I went in just for a checkup to see if my ribs were broken. The appointment had several X-rays, cat scans, MRIs, and an ultrasound. While doing these, the nurse decided I needed morphine for the pain and had a tech come to put in my IV. The tech put it in wrong several times. Then when he finally got it in my arm right; the line had a hole in it or something and wasn’t pumping just morphine, but air as well, when I started to feel sick. Plus, still in pain.
I mentioned it, and the tech told me I didn’t know what I was talking about and to be quiet. He was concentrating. When I finally got in to get the MRI, the tech in there told my other tech that my IV was in the wrong spot. So, she ripped it out without so much as a warning. Blood went everywhere, and they all blamed it on me (i could hear them whispering about me). Then when she put it back in, I told her to put it in my hand instead, and when she did, the tech told her she did it wrong and made her do it again. Which hurt like heck.” –EmeraldEyedMonster
1. When a doctor acts highly unprofessional — after brain surgery!
“I had brain surgery eight years ago and a week after had crazy blurry vision, couldn’t read. I went through a lot of work up for inter-cranial pressure, which was marginally high, all these meds to get it down. 8-day hospital stays with a lumbar drain to drain excess cerebrospinal fluid. My neurosurgeon sent me to a neuro-ophthalmologist for further workup. The neuro-ophthalmologist (older male) does a piss poor exam and tells me in front of my mom, “everything is normal. You just need reading glasses” I was 23. “I think the real issue is you exaggerating symptoms because you’re afraid to live on your own and start your life again.”
He said, “You want to be taken care of.” My mom lost it on him, and we left crying. A few days later, I went to an optometrist. Maybe I could get some info. She takes one look at me and says, “how long have you been wearing that scopolamine patch?” I had had it on since surgery like a month ago at that point, for my nausea. My eyes were crazy dilated from the patch, and a day after I removed it, my vision was normal again. We wrote to the chief of ophthalmology, and he called us and formally apologized.” –stinkspiritt