There was a time when doctors and I had a pretty chill relationship. It went a little something like this: I self-diagnose and don’t go to see them unless my illness becomes debilitating.
Those were great times.
Now that I have a child, I feel it is my duty to confirm my own suspicions by checking my own thorough research against their vast medical knowledge. This is a problem for the medical community because I’ve become somewhat of a nuisance. Continue reading “Here’s Why Doctors Hate Me”