So much for bedside manner. Mine was in 1999 and I was refered to UCLA dept of neurology. I had seen a couple of doctors there and was bumped up to another specialist in the group. I had driven there from work and I was assuming it would be another uneventful appointment. This particular doc walked into my little room and told me that he had not looked at my file yet but based on a discussion with another doc, I had ALS. He told me that I should put my affairs in order, apply for SSDI and that the life expectancy is two years from date of diagnosis. Needless to say my husband went on all future visits. I don't have ALS and what's odd is that he never noted his diagnosis in my chart. I saw him two more times and moved on. Some docs just shouldn't be docs.

Susan