“Doc, I want to ask you about this.” She pushed the pamphlet toward me apprehensively. “I found this in your waiting room. What do you think about it for me?”
I glanced down at it. It was an advertisement for a bariatric surgery group. You know, one of those stupid things with a questionnaire, “If you answer yes to any of these questions, bariatric surgery may be right for you…”
The first question?
Are you overweight?
“You found this in my waiting room?”
I could feel the anger rising up but tried to hide it. I must not have done a very good job because her eyes got wide.
She nodded. “There was a whole stack of them…”
“Excuse me for a moment.”
I jotted a quick instant message to my office manager to remove the stuff, pronto, and reminded her that someone is supposed to be checking for that sort of thing by doing a walk through every single day.
Drug reps are the worst offenders. I find testosterone pamphlets all the time. “Do you feel tired? Testosterone might be right for you. Ask your doctor.” Gah! Makes me so angry when someone invades my turf and sullies it with their direct marketing crap….