Lev Janashvili
During my first appointment with David Krumholz, I didn’t feel I was speaking with a doctor. He wore a white coat, but all I could see were red flags. It didn’t help when he started telling me about the results of my urine test. When I stopped him to point out that I hadn’t even left a urine sample yet, he realized that he was telling me another patient’s test results. “Oh, that’s not good,” he reluctantly acknowledged. A couple of days later, the office called with the results of my blood test. In the course of a brief conversation, Krumholz spoke super-confidently about what treatments I would “need to be on”, and then placed me on hold. After a few minutes, he picked up the line and, seconds after he started speaking, it became clear that he thought he was speaking with another patient. When I stopped him, he said “Is this…[ he said the other patient’s name]? “No,” I said, “This is Lev Janashvili.” Before I could say anything else, Krumholz said: “Uh. OK. Hold on.” Then, he disconnected the call. I called the office back only to tell the “doctor”: You’re fired! Arguably, the office should get credit for its pleasant and competent front desk staff. Still, I’m giving “Dr.” Krumholz the lowest rating, but not because he’s the worst doctor I’ve met. Instead, the lowest rating reflects the apparent depth of David’s willful ignorance about how bad a doctor he really is. As bad as this sounds, this is only one of the red flags I spotted in my short time with this office. As they say in Latin, Medice, cura te ipsum. (Physician, heal thyself!)