When you wait at the doctor for an entire hour, it exhausts you more than one could imagine. We wait. Your patient waits. In pain. Through fatigue. And for what, 1-3 minutes of your time? You brush me off in 8 seconds. And in fact you never introduced yourself at all. You interrupt when I speak of my intentions of this visit. You literally stick some tube down my throat as I try to get you to understand. Eight seconds and you assume you know what exactly is wrong with me. You order me more meds. Then you hesitate and I go to speak up. You change your mind. You refer me elsewhere. And I waited. And I cringed. And I pleaded. What is your eight seconds worth to their hour? What does it matter, my discomfort, my pain? What does it matter, my will and my fatigue? What does another diagnosis matter?
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