There are good and bad doctors. I had a taste of both on a single day.
My daughter, influenced by peer group, decided to go for braces to set her tooth in line. A dentist examined her and suggested it would be a waste of effort. She patiently explained to the girl the advantages and disadvantages. After 15 minutes, I asked her about the fee. She politely said, “No need.”
My daughter had also complained of a corn (hard skin) on her foot.
So we moved to another hospital in Rolla, Sharjah.
At the entrance, we were told to pay Dhs210 ($57). An eager doctor took us to a cabin. After a casual examination, he listed suggestions.
“Throw away her present shoes and slippers. Go for Nike or Reebok.”
Surmising what was going on in my mind, he quickly said: “No, not roadside duplicates. Only originals.”
He then named a brand shop. “Go there and buy Mango-butter solution.”
While I was assessing the damage to my purse, he continued: “Buy 15 pairs of white socks. Wash legs with salt water. Maybe, use Vaseline.”
Before we could ask more questions or wait for treatment, he screamed, “Next patient.”
For the money we paid, we could have bought all the items.
We felt so cheated.