Mold wrote:
I don't live in the basement, the mold spores got up to the living room from the basement...and my parents gave me the house, so I'm technically the owner...maybe that will make you pissed off and happy that I got ill at the same time, you talk like that kind of person, a loser from poor med school with endless loans
I've never heard of a trailer with a basement.
As a D.O. wrote:
off beats wrote:Exactly
D.O.s are much better, in general, than M.D.s
M.D.s are just pharmaceutical distributors.
I can tell you that this is factually incorrect.
In my experience, the only doctors who try to determine and treat the root cause are D.O.s.
M.D.s listen to you describe your symptoms for 30 seconds and then write a prescription for a pill that will mask the symptoms and then kick you over to the pharmacy.
Medical errors are the #3 cause of death in the US. Keep that in mind.
Don't go to the doc unless necessary, and take the time to vet any doc you see. I wouldn't say charlatans, but many just aren't that smart or committed, just like in any trade. This seems particularly true amongst GPs.
That being said, many are amazing.
Society is an insane asylum wrote:
Kramerica wrote:There's really nothing wrong with you except that you have Generalized Anxiety Disorder. Get treatment for it. Likely SSRI's will help you.
SSRIs have been proven no more effective than placebo. Yet most doctors take them as a panacea
This is a lie.
http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/21398351A true story for you wrote:
I heard this story more than 6 decades ago and it's true.
A guy went to a doctor, said he was dumb and needed pills to get smart. The doctor gave him a bottle of pills, told him to take 1 each morning and come back in a month. The guy went back in a month and said the pills didn't do anything, so the doctor gave him bigger pills and told him to take 3 pills every morning.
The guy went back in a month and said he still wasn't smart, and the pills weren't helping at all. The doctor gave him extremely large tablets in a large container, told him to take 3 before each meal and come back in a month.
A month later the man stormed into the doctor's office and said "Hey these pills aren't doing anything, they make me sick, and they taste like horse shit! You're a quack, and I'm not going to do anything you say from now on!" The doctor looked at him with great enthusiasm and said, "Now you're smart!"
That sounds like a story my dad used to tell me about his grandfather, the great (and last known) (paternal) patriarch of the family. He was a Jewish banker in Czarist Russia. One day he was on a train with a lunch packed by his wife. A huge Cossack gets on and sits next to him. The Cossack asks him, "how come you Jews are so smart?" He sees my great grandfather's lunch. He has some fish heads. "Is that the secret?" He asks. "Yeah, I'll sell you some for 10 rubles apiece." So the Cossack agrees and buys a whole bunch. A few train stops later, a train side vendor is selling fish heads. "Fish heads for half a ruble each!"
The Cossack turns angrily to my great grandfather. "Hey, you sold me fish heads for 10 rubles each!!"
"See, it's working."