A guest post from Dr Justin Coleman, AMWA President.
Recently I have found myself becoming more pugilistic and less pusillanimous.
Or, to use fewer ‘pu’ words, more disputative and less tentative. Simpler still – and with apologies to women and rats – more man and less mouse.
Not for me the Gandhian civil disobediences and passive salt marches of yesteryear.
No, never again will I walk the long route to buy condiments. Gandhi’s passivity ruined a good pair of sandals, when he could have bought the salt locally and yes, even forcefully.
My refusal to be pushed to the back of the queue in the supermarket spice section is just one minor example of my newfound capacity to stand up for myself. It also fits nicely with my new preferred descriptor, ‘seasoned warrior’.
It all began with a few letters to the editor in the online medical media. I padded up nonchalantly for replies, but soon found myself facing Mitchell Johnson on a dry Perth wicket.
After one letter about transparency last year, an anonymous GP suggested I should be “publicly shamed in the stocks for such an unresponsible statement and I would love to be the first tomato thrower”.
Another urged, “Get rid of these people who have nothing better to do than irritate the whole profession.”
After months of hiding from flying vegetables, I irritated the whole profession again with a general comment concerning potential conflicts of interest. This drew one response: “Poopy-cock! poppycock! bolder-dash! and all the other expletives; What garbage.”
That non-conflicted doctor was so angry he even forgot to proofread his comment before publication.
But was this seasoned warrior worth his salt? I adjusted my cricketer’s box and angled my groin to the bowlers again.
“Dr Coleman is behaving like a red-hot socialist!”
I collated evidence onto a website called No Advertising Please and suggested doctors read the information to decide whether they wanted to continue seeing drug reps at work. No suggestion of any restriction or regulation – just encouraging clinicians to consider making a personal decision.
Admittedly, I could simply have kept my head out of ballistic tomato range, but the response to my awareness-raising concept was hairier than a Putin shirtfront.
The anonymous GPs bowled bouncers: “Dr Coleman is behaving like a red-hot socialist.”
“I can understand these laws have been enacted to counter terrorism and miscreant bikie gangs!”Not sure what that meant, unless perhaps that reader got wind of my expansion campaign to incarcerate GPs who consort with three or more reps in a public space.
“Banning the reps is the same logic for wearing Burqua’s.” Absolutely no explanation followed, so I’m still unclear where that GP stands if their rep turns up wearing a burqa.
In the end, I should just be grateful that the pharmaceutical industry body Medicines Australia described me as “laughable at best and negligent at worst”.
After all, ‘laughable at best’ is my dream goal for this blog’s flippant columns.