I thought his approach was weird and off, and must have been something I'd bought about:
Him: "tell me word by word what you want me to put in your notes"
Me: "uh, what? I don't care. I just want you to at least have a crack at figuring out what's wrong with me."
Him: "'Abdominal pain.', then."
until I learned that he says the same to practically everybody he "treats".
I asked for an ultrasound, as I had suspected gallstones about 18 months into the ongoing nightmare - he said, and I quote: "You're not fat. You're not female. You're not forty. You don't have gallstones. You have hypochondria. I'm not wasting the time it'd take to request one."
I get that he sees dozens or more patients per day, and that it's got to be an incredibly trying job, like tech support but worse, but if you can't take the heat... get out of the kitchen, before you inadvertently kill someone, and go be a lecturer or something.
Compassion fatigue is real and it kills. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Compassion_fatigue
If they're in the UK I implore you to complain about the lapses of care. Look at it this way, it isn't up to you to parse judgement over if the care you received was fitting or not, but it gives people who are qualified to do so a heads up so they can examine it.
The NHS has a lot of very good GPs. This clown is giving the service a bad name and worse still giving people a sub-standard quality of care. Please complain to the health authority.
Also, if you don't mind me asking, why didn't you get a second opinion sooner?
That's a bit harsh, isn't it? & Are you sure you'd want him to go and propagate his habits by teaching them to others?