Dr. Rodolfo A. Arevalo, MD - Los Angeles, California

Lucy Delgado

Fuí tratanda muy mal por teléfono cuando hacía mis citas y cuando llegaba a la suite#250 a registrarme la resepcionista llamada VANNESSA es muy DÉSPOTA SIEMPRE LO TRATA A UNO MUY GROSERA Y DÉSPOTA

Veronica Roa

I find that previous a strange review. I have been going to Dr. Arevalo for a few years and my wife has always accompanied me. He's always ready and willing to answer any and all questions we have and as far as his monotone delivery it's more of a inflection he's very calm and very informative, he makes sure you understand him. That last review sounds more like he didn't jump up Running to Fawn over them or kiss her behind the way she felt she deserves. Millennial . I don't know about anybody else but I want an informed Doctor Who will talk to me and not have a cheerleader. So thank you Doctor Arevalo for helping me and my wife understand how to manage my maladies.

Jane Duenas

My fiancé had his annual checkup scheduled and we agreed to go together. I would have never imposed myself by asking to go with him if I didn’t think he is the kind of guy who likes his partner to accompany him to such appointments; after almost two years of being together and one previous doctor’s appointment of his, I know that he does prefer that I come along, so I gladly did. I figured I’d take advantage of that to bring up the fact that it worries me that he gets fevers a few times a year, especially considering that he had meningitis as a child. Whatever it was, this would be the time to bring up any concerns.

Unfortunately Dr. Arevalo didn’t seem like the type of doctor with whom one can openly communicate. He made me feel uncomfortable about being there just by the dismissive way he would answer my questions: “Fevers? As in how often? Every day? Oh, you mean just basic sore throat and cold?” He said it’s completely normal and made me feel like I was overreacting for worrying about my guy. He then went on to “brag” about the fact that he is a stoic and goes to work even when he is burning in fever and with a cold. Um, isn’t that a work hazard, doctor? Thanks for letting us know, now we know not to return to a doctor who can get us sick!

When my fiance asked about his protruding knee caps which he got as a result of a sports injury when he was younger, Dr. Arevalo said it’s also normal, that some people just have that. When I asked for reiteration “Oh, what did you say it was?” he turned to me like a smug professor who is ready to explode in the face of stupidity and condescendingly replied with a smug glare, “It’s just a bone.” Thanks, I figured as much. He talks with an eerie robotic tone that betrays his aloof detachment, boredom, and hints of superiority complex. When he’d answer my concerns, I got this impression like he was saying, “Nobody is talking to you… and why are you even here?”

Maybe I did overreact about my future hubby’s colds and maybe we did ask a few less than intelligent questions. Yet, the doctor’s office is that one place where one can ask dumb questions guilt-free and have our fears assuaged with empathy and compassion. Otherwise, what’s the point of that annual physical exam the medical industry always pushes on us? Instead of feeling like I was at a doctor’s office, I felt like we were in a lecture taught by a professor who hates teaching but just wants to do his time to work on his research. Also, if the patient decides to take someone with him, it doesn’t matter what the doctor’s personal opinions about relationships and space are—he should treat that person just as he treats the patient.

Maybe he was having a bad day, but I think he is in the wrong profession. He was probably pressured by his parents to study medicine or maybe he just wanted a title with which to impress the world, but he has nothing of that kind, helpful personality that doctors ought to have.