Doctors ... who needs 'em?

So, I went to the doctor yesterday for no other reason than it was the only way to get my husband to go. God, I hate going. I come from that age old school that firmly teaches the more you go to see a doctor, the more things they'll find wrong with you. Luckily, I'm fine. No major problems to speak of. My husband, who hasn't been feeling well lately, has to go for more tests and back to see his cardiologist. But, when you consider he's already had one heart attack and 4 stent placements, and he's only 42, not feeling too well comes with the territory. You know how they say, "Hope for the best, but prepare for the worst"? Well, I believe, "Don't think about it, it'll go away." A little naive, I know, but my way of coping. But, these doctors, they've got some racket. Just for the wait alone, the service should be free. I mean, I know they go to school for a long time and put in a crazy amount of hours as interns, but after waiting 5 hours, you'd think they could spend a little more than 5 minutes with you ... you know to ease your fears or something. And, once, just once, I'd like to hear one of them say, definatively, "don't worry, you're fine". But, no. It's always, "Do this and you'll feel better" or "Stop that and you'll feel better", or "Take this and it will all be fine". But, I gotta tell ya, after stopping pills, quitting smoking and trying to take it easier, I feel worse than ever. Not bad, just worse. In this day and age of cell phones, lap-tops, i-pods and 50 other miracles of the modern age, you'd think medicine could have progressed to the point of a magic cure or wonder drug to fix anything wrong. Not yet ... not yet, but I hope and I wait.