Angie Song, MD

Oh, Dr. Song. I really don’t have anything against her as a person. She came along at a really bad time in my life. Actually, life was wonderful when we met, but it quickly went down hill.
I went to Dr. Song for dizziness and vertigo last summer. After waiting almost 3 weeks to see her, I was a little thrown off when she spent 5 minutes with me by using a flashlight to look at my eyes. She asked me a couple of questions then told me the reason for my dizziness and vertigo was from my sodium intake. What? I was immediately pissed off and upset, and I let Dr. Song know. She didn’t ask me anything about what I eat. If she had, she’d know that I rarely eat processed foods, and I actually look at labels of food almost obsessively. She kept saying, «I can’t imagine what you’re going through».
She referred me to get an MRI, «just in case», but told me to lower my sodium. 10 minutes later, I was on my way out of an appointment I had waited 3 weeks for. I wanted an answer to why I was dizzy and had vertigo. I am otherwise healthy, so assumed my symptoms were due to an inner ear issue.
I went to the MRI, but didn’t expect what was about to come. They told me I would hear from Dr. Song in a week, unless they had found something. Dr. Song called me the next morning. She said, «yah, um, you have a brain tumor». WTF? And again, «I can’t imagine what you’re going through» with the same sincerity as before. None. I’ll never forget that conversation as long as I live.
Nobody wants that call, and I won’t bore you with the details other than to say that I am recovering from the serious and painful ordeal of brain surgery, but Dr. Song’s bedside manner was absolutely awful at the worst time in my life. I would dissuade anyone from seeing her.
I had actually written a letter to the medical director of the clinic conveying my experience, but threw it away when I found out about my brain tumor. I had other things to worry about.