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This doctor should be in jail for all his wrong doings with a lot of his female patients. He's lied to try to play like He is a victim but he is not. He has made many women his victims. I urge you if he has done any of this to you please file a complaint with the medical board. This doctor has a long history with boundier issues and ***aul misconduct. It was highly recommended by the medical board that his license be revoked. Please check into his history and why St. Joe's no longer wants to be affiliated with him nor does honor health. Check out the medical board minutes for 8-11-18. Check into all lawsuits this doctor has against him and women please beware. This man is a predator

I had a general doctor that was put out of business by a large hospital after 35 yrs. of work. I take a few xanax pills that my general doctor would prescribe for me since I was having panic attacks for 28 yrs(I am 66 and a good athlete). I have had some heart surgeries and a heart attack at 40 but my last surgery was preventative 6 yrs ago and I am in better shape than most people. I used to teach tennis 40 yrs ago and I still play for 2 hours at a time. I had to find a new doctor and at the present doctors are not allowed to prescribe controlled substances.This doctor I saw for the first time 4 days ago and was supposed to prescribe me 2 weeks of Buspar to take along with my .5 mg xanax pills that he didn't give a prescription for and said he would after 2 weeks. He gave me a sample of Rexulti to take for 2 weeks along with my xanax pills(whose prescription expired July 2nd but he noticed I still had enough for about 2 weeks. To this day he has not sent a prescription to Walmart for Buspar and I called his office to find out what is going on. I called them yesterday too. I think he might be irresponsible and I don't trust him right now. I will try to find a new doctor who said I had to see a psychiatrist to get a prescription for those xanax pills. I never did before and I don't take them to get high. I take a half pill in the morning, 1.5 pills before I do 2 hours of exercise and the rest by 2am. The medical world is disgusting. My wife, 69 yrs old, came down with lung cancer 2 yrs ago when we moved into her mother's home to take care of her. Now my mother-in law came down 9 months ago(she's 94) with alzheimers and broke her hip on 12/31/2018 and can't see or hear. I hide down in the basement in this 120 yr old mancave with my own TV, computer, printer and phone. Life is great. I am 66 and have medicare and Aetna. Hardly any money(used to have money to buy a house for cash 12 yrs ago when I moved to NJ but I rented instead). I have nothing coming in wills and I guess I better stay in shape so I can work part time and get social security. I don't feel like working anymore , so I take each day at a time.

Dr. Dib may very well be a good doctor. It’s hard to tell because he will only show you the “stage” version of his professional demeanor. From the minute he walks into a room, he’s in entertainment mode, and that is all you will ever see… unless you criticize him. Well, in a minute... My wife, Donna, developed an atrial fibrillation, which is what brought us to Dr. Dib. To be fair, he was very thorough in making sure that she had no parallel conditions that might lead to stroke during the electrical cardioconversion procedure he planned to perform. However, when I asked him (at least a couple of times) what happens if this procedure fails, all we ever got was, “You will be fine, we don’t need to worry about what comes next, we will fix your heart for you,” with a tone like a parent annoyed with a child asking too many questions. As a result of this “I will take care of you,” fog, we were taken completely by surprise when Donna had to be admitted to the hospital, after three attempts failed to shock her heart back into a proper rhythm. The next step, it now became known to us, was to administer a drug through IV for 24 hours, to accomplish what the shocking couldn’t. Had Dr. Dib answered our questions, we would have been ready for this. Instead, we were totally unprepared and I had to make an extra trip (100 miles, round-trip). Hospital admission after this procedure is not common, but not rare, either. Dr. Dib should have explained this possibility to us before the procedure. Dr. Dib likes to play practical jokes, at your expense, as part of his presentation. Some people like this, I hear. We didn’t. For example, at our first office visit, he spent a few minutes talking perfunctorily about the procedure, then grabbed a pair of rubber gloves and told Donna to get on the table for her “rectal exam.” Huh? After we fumbled a few confused words about this, he smiled and told us it was just a joke. We were trying to listen carefully to what he was saying, trying not to miss anything, when he tossed in this ridiculous “humor,” knocking us completely off-balance, just to satisfy his sense of showmanship. This left us squirming in our chairs, wondering how we should respond to anything he was saying. Joke? Medical information? Hard to tell. Clearly, though, the jokes were more important than offering substantial answers to serious questions, several of which were still hanging when he walked out of the room. Time, and time again, he would respond to technical questions with deflecting, condescending “reassurances,” failing to offer any information. The final insult came at discharge. The intravenous procedure ended at noon, the next day, and we were told that Dr. Dib would be in thereafter to finalize the discharge. Even though we were told, repeatedly, that he was “on the floor” and would be in to see us “shortly,” it was 3 ½ hours later that he finally walked in the room, said in the most off-hand way, “Oh, I see that you are fine; you can go,” and started walking out. At this point, I lost my temper, a bit, and asked him if there were some medical reason that required us to wait over three hours, at the end of a completely unexpected hospital stay, for this 5-second proclamation, and why weren’t we told about the possibility of hospitalization before hand? He did not take this criticism well. After a few more words, he told me that “You (meaning me) needed to find a new cardiologist,” and stormed out of the room. The problem with this is that I didn’t need a cardiologist, Donna did. She had nothing to do with the discussion that Dr. Dib and I had about his behavior. In fact, she did not approve of my interference (rightly so; it was her procedure). Yet Dr. Dib dismissed her without the slightest recognition that she was a different person, his patient, and had made no verbal quarrel with him. Subsequent attempts to bring this logical fallacy to his attention elicited no response. His sense of pride turned out to be much more important to him than fidelity to the Hippocratic Oath. In my opinion, Dr. Dib failed to provide good medical care for us. He repeatedly failed to answer technical questions, substituting his version of humor and condescending dismissal, all of which left us confused about what to expect, and unprepared for the hospital stay. When confronted with this inadequacy, he displayed childish arrogance, which is unacceptable anywhere, but much more so when it comes from someone you hope you can trust with you r life. He refused to follow through his obligation to provide medical care to his patient, all because he didn’t like the patient’s spouse. I recommend that prospective patients look elsewhere for a cardiologist, unless you enjoy being the butt of crude jokes, are ok with inadequate information about the treatment you seek, and don’t mind a capricious attitude toward your needs as a patient.

Sorry that this is so long. I have to be really precise about what I am implying (and am not implying) because trolls on this site are looking for any reason to verbally abuse anyone. This story is in response to the stereotyping prompt. I knew a kid who was ridiculously book-smart--literally Stanford-level talent at science and writing. Talented, creative musician too. She happened to be stuck in a rough family situation. It had always made school more difficult, but in the past, she had always persevered through, even in all her accelerated--and double accelerated--classes. Her home situation started to get even more out of hand, and the kid had the courage to confide in Mr. Englerth about what was going on. He listened to her concerns earnestly and tried to help her as best as he could. Good on him, really. :) Unfortunately, he simultaneously began to treat her like a broken kid. I think he ***umed she couldn't have the executive functioning others her age could. (Mind you, that couldn't be further from the truth.) Many times, he told her it wasn't "reasonable" for her to take as many AP's or even honors classes as she wanted. She ended up listening to him and dropped the hard classes. Worst of all, she started to genuinely believe she was just some troubled kid, unable to achieve what the others did; even though she knew she was smart, she felt she was too much of a basket case to show it. Even in her required classes, she started underperforming and missing a ton of school. Since fourth grade, her dream school was Harvard. (She probably was smart enough not to tell Mr. Englerth because she didn't want to be considered even crazier for holding herself to "even more unrealistic expectations.") Fast forward to her senior year, and she was hard-pressed to get into a run-of-the-mill state school. She was sad of what had become but still maintained this harmful mentality. It's tragic. By the way, I used to go to Mendon, and I had Mr. Englerth as my counselor. I have a soft spot for the man. He's a good guy who genuinely wants to help his kids. NONE of this is intended to bash him. Without a doubt, he was just trying to make school easier on this girl and protect her from difficult situations. Unfortunately, he failed to realize she was such a strong person that all she needed was a reminder of her own strengths. She needed to be encouraged--not told to play it safe to avoid more tough stuff in her life. I don't know what ended up happening to her. [Insert name], if you see this, as always, I hope your family is doing better. Secondly, please know that your path to success has not been closed; it has just been interrupted. (Plus, whether you are at a community college or Yale, the school is unbelievably lucky to have a mind like yours.) If you believe in yourself like you once did, you will accomplish awesome things for the world! I think you know who this is. If you ever need to talk, just search my name in Instagram, and DM me. And Mr. Englerth, thanks for being a loving man. Just please be more conscientious about the value of your advice. After all, guidance is literally in your job title. Your words have more weight than you may realize.

Robert Brevelle started Startup Evo with information he stole from TW. All those losers couldn’t do what we did with the play book. They all are dumber than rocks. No investor would go near them because they are all fake. I can’t believe this little S*** have the nerve to boast about raising money and helping investors. Startup Evo didn’t last one year because those *** H*** didn’t know what they were doing.