I don’t have much respect for doctors. This isn’t because I don’t need them, obviously, because we all do at some point or another. My lack of respect stems from an inability to treat them as anything other than specialists, the way I treat a mechanic fixing my car or an electrician changing my apartment’s wiring. They treat an ailment and I pay them for their expertise. There’s nothing more to it. I struggle with this ridiculous habit of treating them like demigods simply because they chose to study the human body while the rest of us didn’t.

We look upon doctors as magical beings, often ignoring the fact that they know almost nothing beyond the body. A shockingly large number of them don’t know about the body either but get away with it because we are a densely populated nation where human lives are little more than statistics. It’s also why doctors get away with the blatant disrespect they show to most patients, treating their time as unimportant, safe in the knowledge that patients will wait because they have no choice.