I remember going to the doctor a lot as a kid. If it wasn’t strep throat almost every summer, it was a cold or the flu or something like that. I remember the smell of doctor’s offices, a kind of antiseptic smell to them. I also remember the doctor wearing a white labcoat and having this look of being very smart and caring. I never had a “bad” doctor.
Mom used to be the personal secretary to the director of the medical school in Juarez. Through her work there, I got to meet a lot of young, aspiring medical students who became physicians. The director of the medical school had his own lab, and he took me as an apprentice when I was 14 years old. That kicked off my interest in medicine, science, and then public health.
The plan all along was for me to get my bachelor’s in something science-related, then a master’s in some other thing, and then go to medical school or get a doctoral degree. I got my bachelor’s in medical technology and worked at a lab for seven years. During those seven years, I worked on my master’s in public health in epidemiology and went on to work at a state health department. Now, I’m working on the doctor of public health degree.
So why not med school?
Well, the more I saw what the physicians at the hospital where I worked went through to get there, the less I wanted to put myself through that. Don’t get me wrong. I admire them a lot — a whole lot — for doing what they do. I’ve come to appreciate healthcare providers even more after meeting my wife, a physician assistant. But dealing with people on a one-on-one basis is not for me. I have too much of a big mouth and I would be in trouble all the time for telling it how it is to patients. I know plenty of providers who are like that (not my wife, though) and are always frustrated with their practice of medicine.
I chose the public health route because I get to take scientific knowledge and apply it to entire populations. In my job at the state health department, my reports on influenza activity influenced how providers acted when presented with an upper respiratory infection and how policy makers approached influenza vaccination. That’s some rewarding work right there. And I hope to do even more as a DrPH student and once I get that degree.
So why am I going to the doctor today? No big deal. It’s just a yearly check-up where I we get to discuss my overall health, and I get to hear him tell me about my weight. (Although my lungs have been a little irritated with the cold air after a bout of pneumonia a few years ago.) That really is my only problem, my weight. It’s not a small problem, but it’s not a huge problem. My blood chemistries are good. Cholesterol is good. Fasting blood sugar is good. Blood pressure is lower than the population average for men my age. I don’t smoke. I seldom drink. I don’t do hard drugs, or soft drugs for that matter. I try and work out, go play soccer.
It should be a good visit to the doctor… Though I do need to talk a better strategy on my weight. Being overweight is not a good way to be, especially as I get older. My chance of getting everything from diabetes to cancer is too high to be acceptable. So I’ll have that honest discussion with the doc, and try hard not to be one of those patients that think they know more than their physicians… Because I don’t. I never went to medical school, I wasn’t tested time and time again on the proper delivery of medical care, and I didn’t spend countless sleepless nights earning that medical degree.
When was the last time you had a chat with your doctor?