Our student clinic is pretty big and it's free, but that's about the only good thing about it. I quit going to the MDs there after freshman year, because whenever I would come in, they would tell me either that a) nothing was wrong, or b) that I was anorexic or bulemic.
Oooookay. The last straw, though, was when the OBGYN told me that I all but had cancer and I needed to go in for a biopsy, and that I should start taking 600 milligrams of Advil the day before because it was going to be painful. Well, to make a long story short, I went to a "real" doctor and found out that everything is all right. But this really takes the cake--as I was looking through the medical records the university had kept on me, I found soooooo many things that weren't right...about the only thing that was accurate was my name and age! I couldn't believe it. I will never trust those eejits in the university health service *ever* again. If they can't even get my records right, what does that say about them? Not much.