Ratings for Dr. Jonathan L. Snyderman
He’s my “doctor” when I was rushed to the ER. I only got a glimpse of him. Never took the time to ask me what’s going on. The nurse assigned to me was rude. I was given some tests and got sent home. And voila, got billed $1500 by this doctor just because his name is on my “attending physician”. Seriously, these doctors are in for the money and not to care for their patients. Shame!
Part 2 After I explain, I'm in severe last stage adrenal fatigue, rendering my pretty much useless and unable to move, he comes to examine me and motions me to sit forward to hear my chest. Wanna know what he does? He claps "ok, come on? Up, up, up!" I actually just stopped and sighed as I finished typing that sentence lol. It is by a miracle from GOD himself that I didn't stop him right there and ask him to check himself before he wrecks himself. So, like a monkey he was clapping to dance, I sat up. He cared about nothing and ordered blood work. Well, since Baptist has this AMAZING (btw) online health records thing, I knew that my results were in at 8:30am. Circa 10:30, I'm like "hi evil nurse, can I have my results please" as she huffs and puffs because I've now bothered her, (PS it was EMPTY that day) keeping true to form, she remains cold, avoiding eye contact, silences my IV alarm - which I asked her to just TURN OFF because the bag was done, to which she replied " yeah, yeah fine" (omg, let that slide too) she says the "DR" is the only one who can give the results. I said, no, you can give me the blood work, it was in at 8:30 and just hasnt posted accroding to the site. I don't need an explanation, which I'm sure you could care less to give, just please give me the paperwork with the numbers. She walks out. Cool. So homegirl is in mach 5 hunger starvation (as I'd been there since 4:30am) and I straight up took out my own IV (savage? perhaps? but whatev's I was also crazy at the time, so there.) and proceeded to walk out. This crude heartless tin man nurse struggles to run after my chunky a-s with all her tin armor, (wish I had a hearttttt jay kay, ok back to my novel) "waaaaiiiit waiiiit" I'm like whaaaaaat. whhhhhatttt. I need food or I'm gonna die. I'll just wait till they post online. I knew this guy could care less and I'm not going to wait for him to be like "you're in tip top shape! except fat :( sigh) so im cool thanks, She drags me back, 20 minutes later, in walks my boy Johnathan...looking obnoxiously chipper, whilst my tragic failure to function unravels before him. I kid you not: "well, everything looks good!" I lean with an arm against the bed, Robert Di Niro style. Calmly, cool I say "oh would ya look at that? Well! I come in....right? I tell you I'm 31, once a vibrant - albeit chunky - active, super successful soccer mom of the year - now turned into a smarmy vegetable, with unmanagable hypersomnia where I LITERALLY sleep for days, but...'everything looks good, huh?'" Yes, yes? There was some sarcasm. But the classy kind, where you're not also taking off your earrings to rumble. Well, shucks. Good ole' boy Jonatha Snnnnyde, says "have you ever thought of exercising?" "Yes, and if I could move? Maybe I wouldn't be a whale and I'd be back to looking like a hot as-s Olsen Twin." (disclaimer: totally didn't say any of that, but thought of it later). I paused in his compete moronic response to give him the opportunity to assume, as I was FAT, that no sweetheart, not much thought there. So he goes on to say "well look, even like pshh, even 30 minutes a day? Just a walk around the block? That could give you so much energy just right there?" I still had my madness smile on, at this point I'm sort of crazy laughing and shaking my head in agreement to his ridonkulous suggestion, and this...I did say. "Oh yeah totally, no biggie? 30 minutes a day? Yea! But? [insert insane smile that could kill] I also have to battle the fact that I can't get out of bed? So much so? That my marriage is failing. So????? I dunno doc? Not sure that's actually why I came here and cried and begged you to help me." He smiled and walked out as he was shaking his head. Well, do you think I'm lazy?
art 1: Yes people, theres 2 parts. Deal! lol Didn't get the good bedside manner I've heard so much about, he basically was cold, dismissive of my symptoms and honestly? Made me feel really uncomfortable. I'd come to see him in an extremely vulnerable moment, so that in itself was difficult for me. It certainly wasn't made any easier when he was obviously, almost overly unsympathetic toward me. The guy wasn't awful by any means, so please don't take it that way. I'm also not at all ashamed to share a bit of my story to give some much needed background info. I suffer from PCOS/Hashimoto's/an undiagnosed hypothyroid and at this point in my life, due to extreme chronic stress/traumatic life situations (horrible custody battle...which I won, and everyone won so thats good) I'd been suffering from the final stage of adrenal fatigue. I was once a very successful professional, one that actually started my corporate career at that very hospital. So it is near and dear to my heart. I'm a Baptist girl forever. I took a leave of absence from an almost 6 figure job, which was a miracle in itself as I'm only 31, had a baby at 19 and a subsequent divorce that followed. Yes, you're wondering why it is I'm rambling, perhaps even boasting? I'm saying that because my life had completely fell apart. In Sept '16 I took the leave and never went back. I loved my job, it was a part of who I was and I couldn't be happier. When things finally settled with the custody battle, I'd share with my mom that I couldn't figure out why I couldn't snap out of this funk? It was over, well over, things were back to normal, but I couldn't do it? Thankfully I had a somewhat supportive spouse, but at this point, luckily and thank gosh, financially, while it wasn't fun, we were ok. It's that they were no longer sympathetic of my melancholy stature. It'd been taking quite the toll on my marriage and driving me nuts. Well that was in September. Flash forward to now. I shower less than I'd like to admit, and sometimes...Bonus! I forget to BRUSH MY TEETH. Further compounded by crippling depression (which of course no one could understand what from, and frankly, neither could I). Then came on the hypersomnia. I wouldn't be able to make it through a whole day, so by 4pm I'd crash, I'd sleep (if allowed) until 7pm the next day. And really? It only got worse. The more my spouse heckled me about my "laziness" the more I wanted to disappear and sleep more and more. Finally I take the poison they described for PCOS. Metformin (kill me now) and birth control. As if I wasn't crazy enough, lol. Well guys what guys? It killed me; annihilated me is more like it. And no, I didn't care about pooping (sorry TMI) 100 times a day, I was like Bonus! I'm regular now lol. Nausea went away. But in came my arch nemesis in full force...DOUBLE force...fatigue. After stumbling across some great articles I was sent in a support group (yes I was desperate), I learned what I was suffering from. And how painful it is for families and marriages, because truly, on the outside you look fine. Except of course for my crazy unwashed hair. Oh how I can't wait to be normal again lol. So everyone just looked at me with such resentment and I in turn felt beyond ashamed , disgusted with myself, hopeless that I'd never be the fire cracker that I once was. I came crying into the ER and met my buddy Johnathan Snyderman, I'm purposefully leaving out Dr because he didn't help me in anyway and failed me monumentally. I'm crying (not tooooo dramatically) but real, hopeless tears. I told him I can't function anymore, the Metformin is KILLING me, I'm so scared, I can't get out of bed, please, please, please just help me. After he barked at me asking "ARE YOU THINKING OF HARMING YOURSELF OR OTHERS?" I'm like, no pal. Really? I'm already half dead, if that was my intention, well then I wouldnt have come in now would I? Actually it went nothing like that, lol. I whimpered, uh no? I came to get better? Oh and my nurse had a stick up her you know what, which was like a DOUBLE WHAMMY. But in the spirit of my total breakdown , I let it slide. Although, I've hired the best of the best for that facility and actually all over the BHM system and her snarky self wouldn't have slipped by me, I can tell you that much! :) Anyway, as she avoided total eye contact, Johnathan comes in, seems cool. I can totally tell he doesnt buy it. And I'm like yo? I have Oscar level skills her buddy. Trust me, I would have already chewed you out and requested the DON. Anywho, I'm in the thrust of a breakdown?? I can always review later lol. Keep reading for Part 2
Dr. Jonathan L. Snyderman's Credentials
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- Philadelphia College Of Osteopathic Medicine (Grad. 2005)
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