Because my GP is... not cut out for his job, to put it nicely. I need to change, but it's irrelevant right now as I've circumvented him.

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