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I'm Not One Of Those Fancy College-Educated Doctors
By Dr. Mike Ruddy
I'm Not One Of Those Fancy College-Educated Doctors
I'm a doctor, and I'm damn good at it. Why? Because I learned to be a doctor
the old-fashioned way: gumption, elbow grease, and trial and error. I'm not
one of these blowhards in a white coat who'll wear your ears out with 10
hours of mumbo-jumbo technical jargon about "diagnosis" this and "prognosis"
that, just because he loves the sound of his own voice. No sir. I just get
the job done.
Those fancy-pants college-boy doctors are always making a big deal about
their "credentials." But I'm no show-off phony with a lot of framed pieces
of paper on the wall-I'm the real deal. I got my M.D. on the street. These
people think they're suddenly a "doctor" because they memorized a lot of big
words and took a bunch of formal tests. But there's plenty of things about
being a doctor they'll never learn in their ivory-tower medical school.
For example, did you know that human intestines, if they spill out of the
abdomen during surgery, can spool out all over the floor if you're not
careful? You won't find that in a book, my friend.
When it comes to practicing medicine, I focus on the basics. In a
life-threatening situation, you've got to think on your feet. I don't waste
time going on and on about which virus is which or whose blood type is
whose. I get out the tools, roll up the shirt sleeves, slick back my hair,
and get in there all the way up to the elbows. The patient's not going to
magically heal just because you know a lot of complicated terms like "bovine
spongiform encephalitis," or "antibiotics."
You want to know where I got my doctor's degree? At the Medical School of
Hard Knocks, that's where. No matter what they say, advanced graduate
studies won't teach you when somebody needs a shot of whiskey. Yale and
Harvard don't tell you when to throw a bucket of water on a patient. And
they can never teach you how to tell when someone just needs a good solid
punch in the nose to bring them around.
While they were cooped up in some dorm room reading about being a doctor, I
was out there in the real world, being a doctor. And there's no substitute
for hands-on experience.
Not to mention, my rates are a hell of a lot more reasonable than what one
of those college- and med-school-educated doctors will charge you, because I
take out all the bells and whistles. You won't catch me pressuring my
customers into paying for expensive MRIs and IV drips and electronic X-Ray
Vision machines and who the hell knows what else.
Jesus, you ever look at one of those scans? They're just a lot of crazy
shapes. The only sure-fire method for figuring out what's inside a man's
body is to go in there and take a look for yourself. And if you want to put
a shunt or a valve into a person, you don't rely on gimmicks like tubes and
syringes. You get your hands a little dirty, you open them up, and shove it
right in there where it belongs.
I hate these elitist doctors almost as much as I hate their Ivy League
glee-club buddies, the lawyers. Between their constant "writs" and "summons"
and all their hot air about "malpractice" and "licenses," they're enough to
drive a man to the point where he can't even practice medicine under his own
name anymore, and is forced to pull all his ads from bus-stop benches.
If you need a good doctor, you just keep your ears to the ground, and my
name will eventually come up-people know how to get ahold of me. When all is
said and done, the customer can tell the difference between a real doctor
and some dime-store college-educated phony decked out in stethoscopes and
ear-flashing things who's never put in an honest day's work in his life. But
me, I'm the real deal, salt of the earth, and I don't need a diploma to tell
me that.