Anahit H Blikian, MD

This practice is the worst, most abusive, most outlandishly irresponsible establishment of *any* kind that I’ve ever had experience with. They’re not just incompetent or indifferent– they are OPENLY HOSTILE.
It would be bad enough to deal with this level of spiteful incompetence and aggressive nastiness at, say, a sandwich shop or nail salon, right? Now imagine being treated with such incredible contempt by the people who are the gatekeepers of your day-​to-​day well-​being and possibly your survival.
After promising they’d find me a specialist referral after royally bungling it the first several attempts (including sending me to doctors in cities where I don’t live, who were mystified to hear from me as they had absolutely no expertise regarding my condition), they had done *nothing* when I called to check in with them as I’m running low on a vital prescription. This is a drug I need to function, and the withdrawals are notoriously painful and dangerous.
Despite going through this highly memorable runaround with them so recently, they pretended to be completely in the dark and repeated the same line about me needing to see one of those wrong doctors we’d already ruled out, no matter what I said or how hard I tried to remind them that all of this had already happened. (Later, they tried to feed me a majorly embellished version of events involving doctors I never saw and newly invented reasons to shut me down.)
I was pretty justifiably upset by this dismissive, gaslighting response, at which point Silva the receptionist started SCREAMING at me that the day I saw the (wrong) specialist (who they forced on me), they were moving offices and have been really busy.
What? a) That is in no way my problem, b) that is not an excuse to deny care or verbally abuse patients, and c) THAT WAS A MONTH AGO.
She then launched into a tirade about how the employee handling their authorizations has «all kinds of notes on the file» and has spent «hours on the phone» regarding my treatment. Um, okay. Is that supposed to shame me? That is her *job*, and when I pointed that out, this psycho continued screaming at me.
I quote «Don’t tell me what my job is! Don’t tell her what her job is! I KNOW what my job is! I don’t tell you what’s YOUR job!»
Are you kidding me? People aren’t going to suffer withdrawals or die if I fail at my job, you freakshow.
She was screaming over me almost the entire call and when I tried to calm her down to at least impart that this is not a medication someone can just go off of, she just kept screaming that I wasn’t their only patient and she couldn’t «talk to me all day». Two days later, Susannah did the same thing to me and hung up. HUNG UP on a patient.
These people are abusive and delusional. They have no business working in a medical office where their obvious instability is a serious danger to patients.
They keep passing the buck and blaming the medical group– which is, I grant you, an enormous clusterf*ck– but the insurance companies and medical groups THEY choose to work with has nothing to do with them repeatedly screwing up my care, not checking basic information such as what conditions a specialist treats, or sitting on their bloody hands for a month and repeatedly breaking their word to me while I suffered.
The one part of this ordeal in which I have to claim some responsibility is. .. that I didn’t get out sooner. Dr. Blikian had already canceled an appointment 15 minutes before my appointment time once, because she was «at a seminar» (those medical seminars just come out of nowhere, I guess?), and lectured me during my first exam about all the money the Affordable Care Act for «people like me» was costing her. Hi, this is a private practice. You get a choice in what kind of insurance you take, and you get to bill my plan *and* hit me up for a co-​pay.
That was my second time at the office, the first having failed because the staff couldn’t find my insurance information despite me handing them my insurance card listing this doctor as my primary, for which they blamed and yelled at me.
Such disrespectful treatment should have had me running for the hills immediately, but her office is within walking distance of my home, and I don’t have a car. Being transit-​dependent in Los Angeles is very difficult, and I’d hoped that the initial problems could be ironed out and that the convenient location would remain a viable option. Lesson learned.
Bottom line: They are endangering my health, and they’re not even sorry for it. They don’t apologize; they emotionally abuse patients for having the audacity to expect them to provide the care we require and pay them to provide.
No wonder you have to sign away your rights to sue for malpractice before the doctor will see you– everything they *do* is a potential act of malpractice. Avoid this place unless you’re curious about how much crazy you can tolerate before resorting to self-​harm.

This place is pretty bad! I wouldn’t even be here except it is the closest place that accepts my insurance and I’m in a great deal if pain.
The staff is rude and obnoxious, with one exception, the lady who draws blood is ok. They barely speak English. They treated me like everything, including but not limited to their opening late and losing my appointment, was my fault.
It took me 3 hours before I saw the doctor. She was ok but didn’t seem to understand much. For example:
I wear glasses.
She asked if I ever get headaches. I responded by saying, «only when I don’t wear my glasses.»
Doctor, «so you get headaches.»
Me, «not really.»
Doctor, «but you said you get them when you don’t wear you glasses.»
Me, «yes. But the glasses are the solution to the headache problem. That is why I wear them.»
Basically, if at all possible, AVOID THIS PLACE!!!

I didn’t even make it past the receptionist. I had to sign away my right to sue for medical malpractice before seeing the doctor, and they DON’T ACCEPT CREDIT OR DEBIT CARDS. You have to pay your co-​pay in CASH, which they didn’t tell me ahead of time.
I walked out, and honestly can’t believe I even got that far, given how sketch and unsanitary the building is.
Other notes: The receptionist doesn’t speak English well (made the appointment-​making very difficult), the «parking lot» is 5 spots behind the tiny building, and you have to drive in reverse to get out because you can’t turn around back there. Also, I expected to be jumped and have my organs harvested at any moment.
Just don’t, don’t go here. Go anywhere else.