When Kara came home from her first semester in
college, she was ill with a fever and a sore throat.
And so I brought her to the pediatrician’s office.
And the female physician in the practice examined her
and did a rapid strep test. But in the interim of waiting for the results, that
same female pediatrician came into the examining room and handed me flyer. She
said I just wanted you to know that I am
now doing botox parties—and I thought maybe you and your friends might be
interested.
I was speechless.
My first thought was Do I look like I need botox? Because that was insulting. Which was
then followed by Or is it that my sense
of style and general upkeep suggests that I already do botox? Which still
was insulting, but to a lesser extent.
But my third thought was Wow this is really awkward and inappropriate in a pediatrician’s office—and
if I really did want botox why would I go to her—a pediatrician?
As I did some food preparation yesterday I put The Katie Couric Show on. The topic was Dying to be Beautiful. The program
chronicled plastic surgery procedures gone awry. And while I am normally not
disturbed by blood and gore, I was sickened by the disfigurement and death of
people at the hands of poorly qualified physicians.
The take home message was: Never allow any cosmetic procedure
to be done without access to emergency care and never agree to have any physician
who is not board certified in plastic surgery perform any medical procedure or
injection of any kind.
And then I thought of that female pediatrician
injecting botox at parties up on the North Shore. I wondered if the money was
worth the risk—for everyone involved.
Because the first line of the Hippocratic oath is Do no Harm and the second line is I will not use the knife, not even on sufferers from stone, but will withdraw in favor of such men as are engaged in this work—2 key things in the memo that that female pediatrician apparently did not receive.
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