Let's Get Ethical!

Every time I hear the word ethical, I think if that episode of The Office when Holly and Michael give the ethics seminar. Haha.

Let's get ethical, though.

On Thursday, I had a referral appointment with an orthopedic specialist at Children's. I was alright with going, because my awesome doctor, Wally, referred me to him Sweet. Whenever I get anxious, I read my scriptures to calm down. I was really freaking out about this appointment, because I've been told all the time that there's nothing that particular doctor can do for me, so they'll pass me off to their colleague. Augh! Alright so back to my story. I was anxious about this appointment, so I took my mini quad with me. I was in the waiting room reading my scriptures when the physician walked in. He said, "Wow, that's a good book!" and I smiled and said yes it was. He started talking to the girl that was job-shadowing him about what the appointment was about. He asked if I was Mormon, to which I replied yes.

Ethically crossing the line #1: "Mormons are polygamists, and the ones that aren't practicing polygamy sympathize with the ones that still are."

I turned to his nurse and shook my head to explain that, no, we are NOT practicing polygamy. I explained to the physician that that is not us, and if there are people calling themselves Mormons practicing that, they're from the RLDS church. He tried to start arguing with me on this, so I just shrugged my shoulders, looked at his nurse, and shook my head again.

He continued looking at my images on the computer, commenting here and there that I have a lot of them. I told him I know I do, but that's because I feel like I've been living at the hospital for a year! His nurse jumped in, trying to save the conversation, and said that I'm probably getting married next year. He asked if he was on a mission for our church, and I said, "Yeah. He's serving in the San Fernando valley in California."

Ethically crossing the line #2: "Were you born in the church, too?" "Yes, I was. I've been a member my whole life." "Double poison."

He continued about the church and their missionaries.

Ethically crossing the line #3: "Did you know that the church doesn't have missionaries in Israel because they believe that they are the lost 12th tribe? They won't ever send missionaries over there."

By this time I was resigned to what he was saying, because he wasn't diagnosing me, he wasn't talking to me -- he was talking to the chick job-shadowing him. He wasn't addressing the pressure that makes it feel like my spine is going to snap. He said that the problem isn't mechanical, and that there isn't anything he can do. He gave me three options, and I chose the TENS unit.

On his way out, he said this:

Ethically crossing the line #4: "In the beginning, they didn’t have their heads on right. They were getting kicked out of every state, and they started that massacre."

Oh man. I was ticked. I'd started crying because I was so mad at him for not taking enough time to help me, and for doing nothing but crossing ethical boundaries (and breaking the law, I found out later that day). Needless to say I talked with my mom about all that happened, and she called the Children's administration board, and it's going on his record.

I have a follow-up with him in three months. Fat. Chance.