Stepping into the doctor’s office an interesting scenario starts for you. In the room there is the doctor, and you will become a patient. PATIENT. I don’t know if you’re aware of it or not, but the latin word this originates from means “sufferer, endurer”.
Sounds terrific, right?
Interestingly enough, as soon as we ourselves get into the network of healthcare, we become this: patients.
- We stomach all kinds of pills we get prescriptions for, without any explanation. Very often not just one kind, but five or even ten.
- In lots of cases we are afraid to ask, and why it got prescribed in the first place, because we see that the doctor himself is impatient. (In advance, I would like to apologize to any doctor or nurse, or healthcare worker, who does they job in an altruist, patient-friendly way).
- If we are sent to some other examination or monitoring, we wait for our turns patiently, sometimes even for hours, we go from one test to another, and then we endure patiently the sometimes humiliating treatment.
- We take our pills patiently, because we trust, hope and we believe. Sometimes we get better, sometimes we get worse.
- Sometimes new symptoms appear, that result in new examinations, and we get new medications. But we endure and take it all.
Interestingly enough in other fields of our lives we are not patients. We do not accept to be humiliated, we do not let anyone fool us. We do not stomach being dished.
Can you imagine when you’re building your own house you tell to the workers: I trust you! Here are all my savings, build a house, do it however you like… (And what if he doesn’t build a bathroom, or there will be no staircase leading up to the second floor? No problem, you’ll just buy a wooden ladder?)
At the hairdressers you don’t just sit into the chair and say: Just cut it off, I don’t care how it looks, I just don’t want it to hang in front of my eyes. (What if she dyes it purple and shaves it off in the middle, just because she has a bad day? Is it okay for you to wear a hat for the next six months?)
Do you buy your car going to the salesman saying: Here’s a few grands, just give me a car. (I don’t even want to evaluate on that!)
People in their lives are not patients, they are equals.
We know that the workers know more about house building, but we tell them our needs, and if he doesn’t build it the way we want to, then we complain.
The hairdresser knows her way around with the scissors a lot better than we do, but if we don’t tell them what kind of hairdo we want, it might happen that she attacks it with an electric razor.
If you think about this, you will realize that you have the right to be an equal, and have the same rights when it comes to healthcare as well.
- You have the right to know why you get those specific medicines.
- You have the right to know what sideeffects your medicines might have if you have to take more at once.
- You also have the right to not feel like a fowl waiting on the slaughter. There should be time for you to ask questions like “why?” and “how?”.
I have good news for you: YOU ARE NOT A PATIENT.
The fact that you are browsing my site means that you do not accept and suffer everything patiently, but that you know what you want, and you would like to know how you can get out of the role of the patient.