It was a community clinic where everyone was poor and most seemed spiritless, but this woman was 55 and had fire in her eyes.

“I want the same damn medicines for three months.  Write the prescription.  I won’t kill myself or anybody else, and I don’t have any side effects or problems.”

She knew the routine; so I did what she said.

“I got a half an hour with you. I want to talk.”

I usually asked patients what they wanted to talk about after we had transacted the business of medication management.  Sometimes I got some surprises.  So I told her she could talk. Read more on Not All The Questions Are Medical…