Carlos A Sesin MD

I’ve been a patient of Dr. Sesin’s for about six years now. Had I known you could Unilocal a physician, I would’ve written this long ago. Who knew?
First off, I don’t like doctors, hospitals or anything medically-​related; it’s just depressing. Unfortunately, I have an autoimmune disorder, which makes the matter of like or dislike immaterial. Needless to say, I won the lottery when I found Dr. Sesin. He’s an excellent physician, but an even better human being. Regrettably, there are few doctors who exude this trait, a distressing commentary on the medical profession these days. Dr. Sesin stands out because it’s clear he sees himself as a human first, then as an upholder of the Hippocratic Oath. There is no arrogance in the man. In fact, I would hazard a guess that he doesn’t take himself too seriously. But how he views his patients is especially telling. It’s clear their well-​being, their comfort, their sense of self is paramount to him. Bottom line, he eschews the clinical term: patients and instead, treats people with dignity, concern, often making them laugh with his awesome sense of humor. I’ve never had a doctor make me laugh. Imagine having one who makes you laugh even as you’re suffering. And he’s done it on several occasions. Wow.
His office is in the Mount Sinai Medical Center complex. It appears he and his colleagues enjoy an active practice as the waiting room is always full. But there’s no stagnancy, think Grand Central at rush-​hour because the turn-​around is incredible. His staff is friendly, compassionate and super-​efficient. The office is run like a tight, technologically-​advanced, ship. Wait time is, at best, minimal. And I, for one, have never felt rushed.
Once, I waited for about an hour. It was last week. But let me be clear, the wait was not inefficiency; it was an act of kindness. I was in considerable pain. They squeezed me in, even though my standing appointment was in October. I read a magazine; I went downstairs to grab a cup of coffee; I read a few emails. I was hurting, but they squeezed me in. How about that?
When I thanked Dr. Sesin for seeing me on short notice, he said, «it’s not me; it’s those guys out there. They tell me where to go, and I go.» Then he examined me, made me laugh and relieved my pain.
How many doctors can you say that are like that?