Them people being doctors who actually possess more than a rudimentary vasculature sufficient for them to sit down and talk shit at the same time? It seems to be the rule, rather than the exception, sadly. Although I've been lucky in that I've had originally, a dr who was practically the fucking candy delivery guy, when people needed something, they'd get it without prejudice interfering. In fact he was even on the excessive side sometimes. Although sadly, he retired, due to depression, the guy I have as my assigned GP now is not an unkind, or unfair man, although sometimes I do have to explain some pharmacological details to him. He will, at least listen to a rational argument (argument in the socratic sense, rather than the heated, going off on one sense) and judge a proposition on its merits rather than either giving or refusing assent on preconceptions, if he learns a previously held belief is in error, he isn't the type to go 'well thats just how I do things, tough shit' but will take the information and use it.
The guy before him, he was a hilarious cunt at times,what was it he called me once when I picked up a large script...'a pharmaceutical dustbin'

And whilst I used to have a huge problem with GABAa-ergics, I now have complete self control. I credit it to him, at a point where I was probably going to do myself in if I didn't buck up the act, guy scripted me chlormethiazole for a detox, and gave me a fucking ton of the stuff. I have a distinct hunch he was going for a 'kill or cure' sort of aversive therapy. I can't be sure, since he isn't there to ask, and if he did admit it it could put his job at risk if he was, not that I'd snitch him up, but its both pretty lethal in acute OD, and, for chronic intoxication with large scale recreational use, some sulfurous metabolites can build up in the body that come out for some time, its like a milder version of the infamous 'tellurium breath' from exposure to Te and its compounds. Sulfurous abominable stinker compound/s of some nature coming out of everything from saliva, to nasal fluid to fucking eye moisture. To the extent that if you come within a couple of hundred feet, if you really overdo it, (and it takes a little time to build up, it seems, so by the time you know about it, you've gone so far as to REALLY know about it when it does happen)
My hunch is, the guy saw what would have been coming, if left to my own devices, and came up with something along the lines of 'either hurry it up and make it quick and painless if he does go that far, or if he doesn't quite, then he'll set off a biological stench equivalent of a suitcase nuke, and be put off the abusive pattern of use for good. It worked. And now, I have complete self control over my GABAergic use. (still taking chlormethiazole, but not at that sort of dose haha, although now its for a totally different purpose than detox, I use it for seizure prophylaxis. And my current doc accidentally left me with an indefinitely continuing 10mg/d nitrazepam rx, and I'm fine, I'm pretty sure thanks to the guy before him, pharmaceutical dustbin comedian guy, and I only use it a couple of days a week, when my pain med rx runs low, I can get by just using the lot in two days, maybe just the odd tablet should some circumstantial disaster event happen in life, those moments where the (non-pharmacological) shit hits the fan and the only answer is getting those frayed nerves to shut the fuck up screeching come what may.
Probably a bit....unorthodox practice, on pharmaceutical dustbin guy's part, going for a kill or cure (to be fair, he did know I have a pretty thorough knowledge of the properties of what he was prescribing, and did know of the barbiturate-like dose-response curve of chlormethiazole, so he wasn't sending me in blind to a death-trap. Just handed me the loaded handgun and left it to me to realize what the two targets were. Either way, the hard way. But at the same time, pretty sure he didn't expect me to accidentally off myself with the stuff. Definitely not your run of the mill doc, especially since he knew I had a history of recreational use and wouldn't judge me for it, and still help me out when I actually needed something, like pain control.)
Better than some cunt I saw a short while back who quite literally refused to assist in an emergency, openly admitted to malpractice and not giving a fuck, just to get me out of her office, telling me to 'go and have a seizure then' (another doctor did correct this later, although I couldn't get to see her before that did indeed happen, and the seizures I warned the bitch that told me 'go have a seizure' happened. Repeatedly, over several days. The other one was willing to do the sensible thing and give me an extra allocation of chlormethiazole caps on an as-needed basis, where before my only choice was to use some of my prophylaxis script when a breakthrough seizure tries to get started. Bloody bitch woman 'doctor' actually went so far as to repeatedly insult me for that, and expected me to, well, go have a fucking seizure instead of using a dose of the prophylaxis regime script to terminate it.
And then had the nerve to complain when I eventually blew my lid and chewed her a new sphincter where her spleen used to be.
It WAS, admittedly, pretty satisfying to leave her an emotional and psychological train-wreck after she gave me all her crap though. By the time I was done, the fucking bitch was shaking and looked on the verge of a nervous breakdown. (pretty much ended it by telling her she was a total fucking bitch sorely in need of growing a heart, and reminded her thoroughly of exactly each and every thing she had just been guilty of, and telling her to think about it, when she went to bed at night, think about what she just did, and fucking suffer.
God I hate dealing with pricks like that though.