A polish woman comes today. She has seen both the other 2 partners, but this is the first time we have met. The others have indicated in the notes their displeasure at her refusal to take medical advice, along the lines of "I didn't think I needed the antibiotics the other doctor gave me, so I didn't take them" and other material of a similar ilk.
She is actually very attractive, with passable English, but there is a little edge about her which is not so pretty.
"I read your profile in the practice leaflet", she purrs, "you know, that stuff about your holistic approach, and thought you would be the one for me"
Part of me wants to crush her full lips with hard kisses, but I restrain myself and try to stick to her medical issues. I order a tranche of investigations of her pelvic pain "just to be nice and scientific about it", including an ulta-sound scan of pelvic apparatus, urine analysis and numerous blood tests. This goes down well, and as she leaves, she coos:
"You're the first doctor I've found in Britain who speaks to me on my level. I'm coming back to you..."
Whoa boy! I've heard this sort of thing before. I had an American patient in recently and she was all over me like measles until I dared to challenge her on her own highly individual approach to treatment. She hissed that I was "a brute" and then announced she was going to put in a complaint and change doctor. She did indeed carry out the first threat, though oddly did not follow up on the second. Beware the flatterer: in no time they can turn into your torturer...
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