Neurologists: Too Much Guessing?

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paucek.sheldon1

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I have decided today to dump on Neurologists. Maybe it is me being bitter. But in my opinion it is deserved.It seems to me that neurologists spend a lot of time guessing. That their quiver of medications to combat conditions includes only a handful of medications. And that generally they are not sure how to treat patients.Now this may be that nerves, muscle membrane, connections to brains are too diificult for modern medicine to figure out (this is my thought).But then, why have a specialization of neurology? Why not just have the PCP try the different medications?Why does every neurologist want to do an MRI? If you have a bulg or herniated disk the neurologists can guess at whether or not that is causing twitching or pain. But they cannot operate on it. This would be a neurosurgeon or an orthopedic surgeon. Why not see a neurosurgeon?Why does every neurologist want to do a strength test. Didn't the PCP already try this? Or the EMG/Needle test. Why do they all want to do this? I have the past results. Have they changed that much?At best, I feel the different neurologists that I have been to have let me down. At worst, I feel they have given me placebos and/or given me unnecessary tests.This is my rant for Friday.-43RichyThe43rd
 
LOL, and you are entitled to your rant, 43RichyThe43rd. Personally I think your rant was a bit tame. I think you could have gone for the jugular, and just torn the bloody, mmmm bloody, thing out. Here's mine:Neuro's, gotta love 'em. Yeah, gotta love their snotty, sanctimonious asses, as you watch them peering down their noses at us like they're reason itself while we're the naughty child. Oh, yeah, it's so awesome to feel completely insignificant in the face of their "learning." Learning, now there's a joke! What did they ever learn about life, except how to make money and P-ISS people off. They tell me I'm fine, they tell me to walk on my toes, they look bored, they say "how about a test?" Yeah, how about a test, ya shyt head. Stick me, prod me, scan me, tell me I'm fine, fine, fine, when I know different. I come to you for what reason? Yeah, darn right that's a rhetorical question, ya pr-ck. I come to you because I want relief. I come to you because I want answers. I come to you because I want to LIVE... a life that is free of...free of THIS! Shyt, man, can't you see I'm fU-cking dying here. I could drop dead on your floor right now and all you would do is adjust your spectacles and write out a prescription for klonopin, ambien, or probably g-damned heroin. OK, so what is it doc? You too proud to admit that you don't know your nostril from your butt sphincter? Really, it's just my muscles showing independence? Really, it's just a bit of twitching..probably nothing? Really, you want me to give you a blow job right now, because you are so much better than me! Well, I'm not on my knees doc, and the only thing I'm about to give you is a haymaker right in your smug, overfed face. Dammit! I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick of all your bullshyt, pathetic, know everything, superior, pretentious, ass-wipe, attitude. Where are your drugs? Where are the magic potions that will make me well. What's that? Oh, that's right, you don't give a f-cking shyt, because your wife has a vagina made of Godiva chocolate, and your little pukes, you call your children, are going to some kind of elite school, payed for with MY bloody money! Well, F-ck YOU, loser.Caviet: The above is purely satire. A bit of fun.Basso
 
Basso, if this your opinon on Neuros, hate to think what you'd say about used car salesmen! A good laugh, and I guess highlights the frustraion all us BFSers have with trying to to find the 'truth'....is it 'out there'? who knows?see yaRodger :unsure:
 
The neuros perspective:OK, I'm sitting here with this person and they have no idea how the body works. Somehow this arrogant son of a *beep* thinks he knows as much as I do. Gee, it's really too bad I spent a half million dollars at medical school and studied for eight years to become a specialist in neurology. I should have just bought an Internet connection and used a search engine, then I'd be just as knowledgeable as this f-cktard who insists on having an emg. Emg, extra moronic guy+idiot. OH, yeah, here it comes, "what about some blood work, doctor?" "do you think a cpk test would be possible?" Uhm, not necessary" to the first one, and "haven't you shut your pie hole, yet" to the second. You twitch! Holy Cow...911, calling 911. Call out the National Guard, mobilize the army, run to your bunker! EMERGENCY BROADCAST: (I can see people running around in circles) Someone's twitching, someone's twitching! Oh, G-d, just bite me dude.I suppose I better give this guy some kind of test just to make it look like I'm taking him seriously. "Uh, how about you get up on your toes, and then walk on your heels. Good, excellent, if you had an MND you wouldn't be able to do that, not at all." OMG, will this person ever shut up with the questions! What about "you are fine, you don't have anything bad going on" doesn't this animal cracker understand? Lots of people twitch...it's normal. What's that? You didn't think I caught the fact that you cramp too...uh, duh, I heard you, but it doesn't qualify you for dying. I just diagnosed someone with a fatal illness and it took two seconds, and they weren't a pain in the ass. They actually thanked me and walked out of here, as best they could, looking proud, even though their life was falling apart.Blah, blah, blah, numbness. Numbnuts. Blah, blah, blah, pr-icking sensation. Pr-ick! Blah, blah, blah, weakness. How about if I stick my scalpel in your forehead and see if that makes you feel weak, too. Yes, I know you are freaked out, I get it. I'm trying my best to look interested, I really am. I sympathize with you, but really and actually you need to get a life. I told you that you are fine, and now apparently I have to go live with you, and sleep in between you and your weary wife, just so I can hold your hand all the time. I'm just not that into you and I don't do threesomes. If I thought it would get you twitchers off my back I probably would sleep with you.You probably think I'm rich, well, I'm not doing badly, I'll give you that. But have you, Ms twitcher, any idea the problems that I deal with. I see really sick people, all the time, and it does wear me down. Even though I'm supposed to be detached, I DO take my job home with me and the only thing that helps is that fourth drinking sliding down my throat. I thought I wanted this lifestyle, well, now I've got it and I spend 60 grand a year so my self-entitled spoiled brats can go to private school. My fourth wife, the trophy I thought I deserved, is a screaming harridan, who bi-tches a strip off me if I even question how much money she wastes. I suppose you think all this machinery comes cheap, and that I'm making millions by having you take all these tests...NEWS FLASH! I have loan payments in the hundreds of thousands for these things, and overhead for my office is staggering. F-uck it, you know what, take the g-damned test. I just can't wait to get you out of my office. Six months, you want to come back?...yeah, yeah, sure, whatever. Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, na na na na na na...not really listening to you anymore. Hmm, I really did shoot a pretty good round of golf last week. Think of Greek Islands with naked nubiles, mmmm, they're rubbing feta cheese on my body and licking it off. "Huh, oh, yes, I'm sure that is worrisome...you're fine, just fine"...Did that girl really give me her number on that napkin. Whoa, don't even go there...you know how much trouble you got into last time...wife number four, remember? "Right, ok Ms. Neurotic, see you in six months." Hopefully she'll go see my colleague. I should probably suggest a second opinion, wouldn't that p-ss Dr. Earl off. LOL Lunch at the club or phone that woman...?
 
I mean this in a very happily married to my best friend for 16 years, completely platonic, non threatening, non stalker-ish way, Basso:I love you! :) You are hilarious, :LOL: and this is so awesome that you wrote how we think and then how they are also probably thinking....I swore I would NOT post on this strand of conversation as I feel mixed about the whole DR/patient situation.....there are absolute crappy Neuro DR's just like in any field and it took me three to find one that fit me. But they don't know every answer, it is our brain, which is quite stumping to the science field still....and there are many truly sick people they do see and treat, quite well...but I did see a horrible bi-tch of a woman that I never went to again because I decided regardless of what was wrong with me or not wrong, I could not sit across from her for any longer as she probably would eat her young if given the chance.....It is what it is. Thanks for the INCREDIBLE laugh!!!!The girl who runs
 
Basso I love you too, but in an unmarried, non platonic, completely threatening and stalker-ish way. If I was a doctor I would hate BFS people too. We are a pain in the butt.The guy who p00ps
 
Basso, I love you too. And you were right. In a past life you were a woman, and I did try to "have my way with you." About 5 years late admitting that, but better late than never. Sorry 'bout that ... unless you liked it.Cheers,Bill
 
girl-who-runs, Mario (guy-who-p00ps) and Bill, totally digging the love, stalkerish or otherwise. :D) :eek: Bill, I would have enjoyed it more if you'd bought me a drink first. Btw, where the heck have you been hiding?Bas-who-so
 
We can totally get you two on another support site if you DO proceed with having 43RichyThe43rd's baby...because that would trump twitching by far!! :eek: Just think, you could take time talking about being a pregnant man over the twitching. Oprah would have you on her show for that...never for boring, old twitching.....
 

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