The "Doctor"

So as I mentioned, working full-time was taking its toll on my wrists of steel. So one day I call in sick at work and go straight to the doctor's ( for the sake of arguments, let's call her Dr Jane Doe). So I obediently wait for my turn to come, and this can take a while in England, and I walk into her office. I sit down I saw I've got joint pain. She looks a me, takes a step back, and asks if I've also had fever or a rash. On the inside I am already rolling of the floor, but on the outside I remain calm and explain I don't have swing flu, but rather something like RSI. She sighs and asks me explain in more detail. I say I've got a programming job and that I also went jogging the previous evening and that caused my limping. And here goes her treatment:
- Did you warm up before jogging?
- Yes!
- And did you do some stretching after that?
- Yes, kind of, I don't like doing this.
- Aha, there you go, that's the problem. Now look at me (and shows me how to bend down)
-But doc, I've had that knee condition for 10 years now, it always hurts, no matter what I do.
-No, no, no! Look, and do this next time. (keeps showing me how to bend down, and I start to wonder if she's hitting on me or what?!?) Have you got some proper running shoes?
- Yes, I do!
- It must be the wrong stretching then, next time do it properly. And buy an ergonomic mouse pad. If this doesn't help, consider a career change, career, understand? (yes doc, I happen to speak some English, I know what career is)
- But doc, I'm a student, I intend to do that for the rest of my life!
- No, you must not. Thank you.

Baffled, I decide it's better to walk out and see a doctor who actually listens to what I say.