“Doctor, doctor, fix me, please!”
You trust your GP because they’re the expert, the professional, the oracle of health.
“Take these magic pills and you will feel better,” falls from the well educated mouth.
You pop the pills, as instructed, but they don’t fix you, you don’t feel better, they might even have made you feel worse.
“These things take time, let’s give it another two weeks!” They assure, confident and peacocking in their educated judgement. Meanwhile, you’re left trapped in a vortex of misery, declining health and frustration that the “magic” hasn’t worked for you.