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Most of my health caretakers have been natural doctors.  ND’s, acupuncturists, homeopaths and chiropractors.  Aside from the knee surgeon and regular check up doctor, I don’t engage very often with the medical community.  For the most part we are at odds in philosophy regarding pharmaceuticals as cure, and how they determine “healthy”.

Imagine my surprise to now have my own cardiologist.  Unfortunately he’s also a jerk.  I suppose as a person with no insurance I should be grateful to have him, but I was hoping for someone who would treat me with respect and potentially give me answers to my questions.  I have LOTS of questions.  He has no time.  I get the impression that I should just read his mind and follow orders.  Neither of which I am known for doing very well.  Especially the second part.

When I asked him what exactly happened to me, he said exactly–you had a heart attack.  Yeah, I got that.  When I shared with him my general no meat eating, no smoking working out lifestyle, his only response was–must be genetics.  As though destiny had dealt me a shitty hand.

I pushed back at him with more questions because it didn’t make sense to me.  How can someone committed to health have a heart attack.  Sure my cholesterol was high, but I have friends with higher and less healthier lives and family genetics.  I certainly was in shock, but not denial.  I was stunned, but not in denial.  Things just have to make sense.  If he would have spent more than 3 minutes with me and talked with me…I would have discovered that our approach to health was so far apart that the time spent would have been bonding, but not informative.

When I saw him 4 days after I was released from the hospital he yelled at me for not taking aspirin.  In spite of my telling him no one told me to, it wasn’t written down in my release notes and again, I’m not psychic.  He huffed out and through a bottle of aspirin at me and told me to take 4.  It was so clear that we were not going to be friends.

I’m sure you don’t want to hear how he many times he snapped at me for things I couldn’t possibly have known, and blamed me for not knowing about the aspirin because I didn’t want to spend the weekend in the hospital while he had the weekend off.  I pushed back and said he agreed to my release and that I was sorry his cardiac team wasn’t up to the task of insuring patients left with appropriate information.  He found my bitch button.

I’d already begun the research frenzy online to learn about my condition, what I needed to know to become healthier, how I happened to have 3 full arteries, what the other doctors had missed, and what was new in the medical world of heart disease.

There is so much new work.  New to me.  Functional medicine.  I have so much to learn.  Clearly so does my cardiologist.  He might want to start with how to treat patients like humans though.