“Why don’t you start doing Botox and microdermabrasion, expand your service line?” The older fellow, the group’s “lead” physician folded his hands across the desk from me.
“Because I am not a dermatologist.”
“There are plenty of family medicine people doing it.” He was referring specifically to a family physician that was not in our group but who practiced in our community. I had patients switching to me as their PCP, complaining they had gone in for an ear infection and were pressured to have Botox. “Just go to a seminar and learn how. You are a woman, you would be very popular…”
“I would have gone into dermatology if that was how I wanted to practice medicine. AND, just because I can does not make it right.” Not to mention the fact that I already had more patients than I could handle.
“Fine. Just think about it.”
I ended up leaving that group for many reasons, that being one of them…
Aside from the fact that I do not feel comfortable doing something that is not really in my purview, I did not want more pressure on how I looked.
Real things people have said to me:
“You look a lot better than your photo.” Um, thank you?
“You need to go back to your old hairstyle.” The last patient liked it.
“I hate that outfit.” I actually felt really pretty in this.
“Maybe you should get your nails done? Those cuticles need to be pushed back.” Touché.
“Have you thought about wearing more make-up?” Ouch.
“You should go to contacts. Those glasses make you look ten years older.” Touché again.
“Is your hair purple?” NO!
“You should wear a white coat.” Ok.
“You should stop wearing a white coat.” Ok.
“You have gained some weight, Doc.” Actually, I just had a baby about six weeks ago.
Some days I am really grateful that I am in family practice. I cannot imagine the pressure that plastic surgeons, dermatologists, and bariatric surgeons feel. Hell, I am glad I am not married to one of them, either. I can imagine the pressure on the female spouse is probably just as great if not more so….
And on that note, have a great weekend!