A dentist, especially if he is your father (!!!) can be really scary! He always does his experiments on my teeth, and then tells me "It would have been better, if I had taken off that tooth! I will never do that to someone else!!!"

Then comes my physiotherapist! I used to have a major problem with my knees. The doctor told me to try physio for a couple of months and then have a surgery (with a success rate of about 20%). My physiotherapist took my case very personally and decided that he was going to heal my knees! That meant a lot of pain! And him saying "you are in pain, not me! So, I am not stopping!". To cut a long story short, after 3 years of pain, my knees are almost OK now!!!! So, he was right!

And finally, the worst experience of my life is from a GP in UK. I was an exchange student and I had a cyst at the basis of my spinal. I had very high fever and terrible pain. When I managed to get an appointment at the GP (mind you, it was my first time in a foreign country and I was feeling so lonely and in great pain), a nurse saw me and said that it wasn't an important case, and that I should go back again the following day to see the GP. The following day, the GP examined me and told me that I had the shingles and prescribed some drugs. When I called my GP in Greece, he told me that it couldn't have been the shingles (I can't remember why but he insisted) and we had a fight over the phone. He then told me to take the medicine.... But the next day, without taking the medicine, the cyst had burst and I was perfectly fine! I called my GP in Greece and he said "That should have happened! It wasn't the shingles!". When I returned to Greece, I was told that I should have gone through a minor surgery and I would have been perfectly fine on less that 15 minutes!!!! BAAAADDD GP!!!!!!!!

Possibly the dentist who hit me when I was 5 thereby starting me on a long life of dental phobia (but Paul McKenna cured me on a Ruby Wax dayteim TV show a few years ago).

But then I remembered the midwife who delivered my daughter (stop reading now if you are squemish or offfended by bodily fluids). It was my second child and I left it a bit late to go to the hospital. There was no delivery room available so I was put in a theatre and was almost (9 1/2 cm) fuly dilated. The midwife was busy with paperwork when I realised I needed to go to the toilet. My husband told her but she said that I was wrong and it was the baby and I wasn't ready to push. Well I know the difference between needing to poo and deliver a baby. Needless to say that I was right and I made a complete mess of the bed. Worst thing was she was happy to leave me lying in it while in labour while she did whatever paperwork (or whatever) she was doing. Aside from the indignity I suffered, once your waters have broken you are at high risk of infections. Fortunately my husband can be very assertive and got her to clean me up and our daughter was born 20 mns later.