Saturday, January 30, 2010

Trust Me...

Trust is a difficult concept. It should have to be earned, and yet I find myself in the position of having assumed trust.

Maybe you don't trust me; why should you, you don't know me? But when yo are ill, when you roll into my ED, you have to take my opinion and advice at face value, and accept that I believe what I am doing is the right thing, that I have weighed up the pros and cons, and made a rational decision on your behalf.

Most people do. Doctors are supposed to be trustworthy; and yet...

One bad apple, and suddenly we are all in the spotlight. Either because he or she was one of us, or because we are acting to silence the prophet, the truthspeaker, who would pull the wool from your eyes.

That's fine. I don't ask that you simply accept what I tell you at face value; I'll give you the options as I see them, and let you make the decision.

What do I know, anyway?

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

When my husband was taken into Resus a few years ago, I hoped for one of three Registrars to be on that night, you were one of my three!

DrShroom said...

High praise, indeed. Are you sure it wasn't my cleverer twin brother? Either way, thank you.