Maybe it’s time for a change?

You shouldn’t expect them to be perfect.

Doctors, I mean. They are called (in the UK) General Practitioners. And ‘general’ for a reason. They know a lot – but not everything. They might know a lot about common diseases and problems but they are not (and don’t profess to be) specialists.

It’s the same with all professions, I guess.

Reaching this stage of my life, I now understand that they are not God. Nor are any of these professionals. Chemists, Solicitors, the rest.

My vets has two people in the practice. One of them I like and trust. The other I don’t really like nor do I really trust. However, I was really quite shocked to be told, last night, by the one I like, that the instructions given by the other one were not right and that ‘he was wrong’!

Rufus has blocked anus glands. I went to the vets and the nice one gave me a prescription for anti-biotics but said to come back in one week to make sure it was taking effect.

I did. The other one was there. The other one looked and said it was coming along nicely and to finish the treatment and then come back in two weeks.

Last night I took him back. This time there was the nice one. He asked why I didn’t come back at the end of the treatment. I told him that I didn’t because his colleague, the other one, had told me to come back in two weeks.

“He was wrong”, he said. He explained that, although 90% OK, I now need some cream to put on (that doesn’t really fill me with joy but I’ll do it, of course). And then go back in 10 days.

I think I need to change vets, don’t you?

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