This is a true story, and all of my stories are true, but this one will seem a stretch for a moment. You will nod your head (or shake it) as you either agree with its honesty or become shocked when the words this man said to me settle into your consciousness. This all took place in an elevator in my hotel.
I prefer the ground floor. I wouldn’t say I like elevators because of the tight space I endure with strangers. Several movies have been made about trapped people in these moving boxes. Once the doors were almost closed and the button box started to smoke, the noxious stench of burning wires seared my lungs with pain for nearly a day. I learned then that the automatic doors wouldn’t cut off your foot as they close.
It is strange, though, that I ask for the top floor when I stay in hotels with high floors. I love the view but hate the climb. For this reason, I will endure lung damage and small talk with strangers. A man with doctor scrubs, a shouldered briefcase, and a name badge shared the ride with me on this day. My go-to entrance phrase starts with, “Going down?” We are in the lobby with no floors below. This confuses people but breaks the ice.
My next question was, “What do you do?” as I pointed to his scrubs. He proudly but with a slightly condescending tone said that he worked for the such-and-such company as if I should know it. I didn’t. He explained that his company owned doctor offices throughout the state, and it was his job to go to each one to audit their procedures and books.
He was an undercover cop in his business dressed like a doctor or a nurse, but in reality, he was a bean counter watching over the working flock. I didn’t like him, and I countered his tone with, “I’m a doctor.” That got his attention. Then I asked what the leading disease was in his company’s practice. He said diabetes. I already knew that diabetes and heart disease are the two leading human diseases. Then I asked if he had ever heard of Carbohydrate Dependency.
At this point, the elevator doors opened, and we both got out. His room was in the same direction as mine, forcing us to continue the conversation. He replied that he had not heard of this carbo, whatever. I burst into my elevator pitch, thinking he might be interested in helping the patients.
Carbohydrate Dependency is when people (and horses) ingest excessive amounts of carbohydrates daily without rest for the winter months when carbohydrates are limited in the environment. This leads to mitochondrial exhaustion, cell dysfunction and protein destruction as muscles become the fuel for the person (horse).
Then my punch line came. “If you taught your patients about carbohydrate dependency, you would prevent insulin resistance and diabetes in them.” I was NOT prepared for his response.
He replied without even blinking, “I would never do that. If we did that, we would all be out of a job!”
Sometimes “honesty” to one is a lie to others.
I stood with my mouth open, then mumbled to him to look up the subject if he was interested. He mumbled back that he would. I entered my room and thought hard about what I had just heard. Did he really say that? Are human doctors, or at least the companies they work for, really only interested in the business of medicine? As I tell this story to people, they all agree that this is the case, but if I hadn’t heard it with my ears, I wouldn’t have believed it.