I have spent over 20 years nursing and 10 of them as a Hospice nurse. I love my job and the patients I look after. They are at the very end of their lives. I still feel sad when my patients die and understand the sorrow of their relatives and friends. Medicine has come along way and advances are happening all the time.Tests have become the norm now. In the old days you went to your doctor and he/she would either mix up a bottle of sweet tasting medicine, take your blood pressure and if high, smile and tell you to take it easy or send you for an appointment at the local hospital.Now it's all changed and as soon as I enter the waiting room there is a blood pressure machine waiting for me to check my own pressure, usually causing me to start worrying as if I'm not already worrying even before I arrive at the surgery? As I enter the doctors room, limping from the pain of my stubbed possible broken toe. The doctor asks what my Bp numbers are, I say," I have stubbed toe!" "Ah!" said doctor," That is caused by your high Cholesterol". "No, it's because I stubbed my toe on the table leg". "Right you need a full fasting blood test"," No I need you to look at my toe", "Right" said my doctor as he is still looking at the computer screen, "how about next Thursday?" "What about next Thursday and what has that to do with my toe?" Doctor "a blood test next Thursday and cut down on salt all fat and I'll get you on Statins and as your here we will sort out your high blood pressure. Now! that's sorted, let's see you toe" One very happy doctor, one very unhappy me.
This did happen, I gave the statins back to pharmacy, took the blood pressure tablets and got my toe strapped up.