Don't like doctors in white coats.

I have the white coat syndrome. It’s impossible for me to go to a doctor. And get a decent blood pressure reading. Initially, at least. Because I get uptight. The moment that cuff is wrapped around my arm. I feel a surge of adrenaline. It’s as if I’m scared.  Suffering from a phobia. When I return home, my BP is normal. Or even low normal. I measure my BP regularly. Under a variety of circumstances. Therefore, I know  it’s normal. Generally speaking. Of course elevated blood pressure is normal. Under a variety of circumstances. When exercising. And in moments of tension and stress.  Which often applies when I’m visiting a doctor. I don’t like most doctors. Because they don’t have the time. To deal with me properly. They are mostly in a hurry. And some of ‘em put too much credence to BP readings. In the office setting. I want to go to a doctor knowing that my BP won’t be taken. Unless it’s a paramount diagnostic tool.  For gauging what’s wrong with me. At the moment.  Otherwise, forget it. I don’t want to be over-examined. Over-tested. Furthermore, I want my health care to be a team effort. Between me and my doctor. I’m the one that decides. Whether or not that dreaded cuff is to be wrapped around my trembling arm. I don’t want to be reminded. That I have the white coat syndrome. It’s no more than an invalid reason to find something wrong with me.  Just for the hell of it. Instead, I prefer finding something wrong with the doctor. For wearing a white coat. Any other color would be better. –Jim Broede