Right there with you.
I haven't had a whole lot of interaction with the medical profession-in spite of having several family members in it-but lately every encounter turns into what I've come to characterize as attempted murder. Last prescription I filled is still sitting on a shelf in my closet. Six years later. I only keep it as a reminder of the bullet I dodged.
It’s pretty sad, or maybe very good, that this past two years now has me second guessing just about everything I hear. Medicine, news, whatever. All trust is destroyed.