Kenneth Conte, MD

1 start is generous! After waiting 45 minutes after my scheduled appointment time, I asked the nurses how much longer it would take to see the Dr. They said there were 5 more people in front of me and it would take about an hour. I LEFT. I got the feeling even if I had stayed I would have been rushed and probably had to wait at least another 20 – 30 minutes for him to come in. DO NOT see this «Dr.»

Easily the worst experience I have ever had in a doctor’s office.
Went for a physical, to get something to help me sleep, and for a recurring GI problem that I had been experiencing for about 6 months, at that time.
The wait to see the doctor was an hour and 45 minutes after my scheduled appointment. The staff of very young, very pretty girls spent a large time standing around and talking, while actually twirling their hair – I kid you not. One poor girl seemed to be doing all the work, running around like the proverbial headless chicken.
After being hurried in, Dr. Conte basically straight up refused to listen to anything I said about anything. He kept trying to push me on his 800 calorie a day diet that would require coming back to his office for weekly injections of vitamins and appetite suppressants. I know I have to diet, but I would have preferred more sensible suggestions, like a nutritional plan, or weight watchers, or anything. He was clearly there just to make money. When I tried to bring his focus back to my complaints – he got in my face and shouted «Don’t you want to be skinny? Don’t you want to be HOT!!!»
He refused to do the blood work I wanted. He refused to give me a tetanus booster shot, even though it had been 15 years since my last one. «Oh, we don’t do those anymore, unless there is a reason». He wouldn’t consider a prescription for a sleep aid, or offer any advice for the panic attacks I that had been waking me up. Oh actually, he did, «You girls worry too much about your weddings».
He sent me to get an ultrasound because of my GI problems. This was a sensible test, considering the symptoms. Conveniently, the place he sent me too just happened to be owned by another member of the Conte family – pretty amazing coincidence. After the ultrasound found nothing, he sent me back for an MRI. When the MRI turned up nothing, his diagnosis was, again «you’re too worried about your wedding. Girls like you need to realize it’s just one day – nothing to focus your life around».
I guess when he has no family members to send you to, that’s the end of his concern for your health.
Fortunately, I later determined – on my own – that my problems were food allergies that I had apparently developed as an adult.
In short, I would avoid the offices of Kenneth Conte.