Pet Peeves

[azurbanclucker]

@#!$@#!$#@$%@##@ Application updates with totally change the user interface! Our Corp VPN software uses a mobile client that until today you had to just tap the notification to confirm the 2fa request. TODAY's push, now it's an automatic cancel if you just tap the notification, and instead you have to open the app and tap into a 2 deep menu to ack the 2fa request! GRR. it's a small thing in the grand scheme of things, but it'll annoy the crap out of me today until I get used to it. Kinda like password day. You type in the old one for most of the day until you remember you changed it.

 

[Liz Birdlover]

Swing on by. a$$hat is usually cooking all hours of the night. I love my son, but he's getting on my nerves.

I recall in my teens & early 20s, 97 lbs but always hungry & always eating. Pancakes were my thing...Many times in the middle of the night I was cooking pancakes When my parents got older & not well, I moved them in with me & they were surprised I was still eating pasta, pizza & midnight pancakes in my 40s & still only weigh 100 lbs. Those are fun memories though, cooking pancakes & making tea or hot chocolate, those wee hour munchies & rambling talks, God how I miss them & cherish those times, giggling about pigging out when we should be sleeping. Just know that one day, some of the things that may have been annoying, will become the same memories that make you smile.

 

[Liz Birdlover]

2 bedroom apartments here are averaging 1900/mo and up. 3 bed are 2500/mo and up. Our mortgage isn't even that high. It's idiotic.

It's always been crazy, that's why I bought my 1st house early 20s. Plus I had to have animals in my life and I don't like somebody telling me what pets I can or can't have, telling me I can't do some tilling to have a vegetable garden or what color I'm allowed to paint my walls. Having your own house at a young age age might be difficult but in reality it's cheaper than renting.

 

[azurbanclucker]

It's always been crazy, that's why I bought my 1st house early 20s. Plus I had to have animals in my life and I don't like somebody telling me what pets I can or can't have, telling me I can't do some tilling to have a vegetable garden or what color I'm allowed to paint my walls. Having your own house at a young age age might be difficult but in reality it's cheaper than renting.

That's true, but in a lot of markets homes are priced out of range for the majority of buyers. People don't WANT to pay stupid rent prices, but if there's no houses available to buy, your options are limited.

 

[Liz Birdlover]

That's true, but in a lot of markets homes are priced out of range for the majority of buyers. People don't WANT to pay stupid rent prices, but if there's no houses available to buy, your options are limited.

I lucked out, It was a 2 bedroom 1 bathroom house that sat for sale for so long because most people wanted 3 bedrooms 2 bathrooms in that neighborhood. I worked out a deal with the owner to do a lease purchase. Years later when I sold it, I had already added another large bedroom with another full bathroom an office, extra closets & a powder room, so I had no trouble selling it. It's really interesting I know that my grandmother raised 9 children in a small 3 bedroom home with only one bathroom, but these days people want 1 & 1/2 or 2 bathrooms minimum & a bedroom for each child.

 

[Bonkerelli]

Or here’s another pet peeve of mine... (I copied and pasted (my) story from another thread.

Pet peeve: ‘Just whatever you do, don’t move’





Definitely am not a fan of the dentist. I think part of the reason is bad previous experiences as a kid, people treating me differently (acting like I can't comprehend/answer questions just because I'm neurodiverse) and I think the biggest reason is that I get very, very stressed meeting new people, or talking/seeing people that I don't know very well, and I guess that I get really anxious when I not only have to answer questions etc, I have to be willing to let them stick me with needles, scrape my teeth (agh.... that sound...) and just you know, do stuff to me that I don't even let my family/friends do (like sticking their hand in my mouth )

This is a bit rambly and graphic, so consider this your warning.
One of my most traumatic experiences was a couple of years ago.
First off, a little background: while I was sick, I learned that one of my parakeets had died, which was terribly heartbreaking. I also learned that what I had thought, and even the doctor thought when I got it checked, was a sprained ankle, turns out it had been broken and sprained - and I had been walking on it for 6 months.

On to the story: It wasn't a dentist exactly, but had to do with my mouth. I had been sick for a couple days as mentioned - fever, terrible sore throat, etc.
I went into the urgent care after I found that I couldn't speak or open my mouth much at all.
At urgent care, they at first thought it was just a bad cold, but then when I told them (very quietly, as I couldn't speak well) that I had trouble opening and closing my mouth, they were pretty certain it was something else. They checked my throat, and sure enough, they could tell that one of my tonsils was really swollen.
They had a suspicion that it was a peritonsillar abscess but weren't completely sure, so they sent me to the ER (which was about half an hour away). Once I got there, they looked and confirmed that it was a peritonsillar abscess.
They had me go back to a room, change into a gown, and (I thought this was super cool ) was able to stick only one needle in to get a blood draw and an IV.

It was about 3:00 pm by this time, so I ended up just staring at the ceiling and trying not to freak out.

It was really busy, so I had to wait a couple of hours before seeing the ENT doctor.
At around 5:00/6:00 pm, the ENT doctor came in and took a look. He said that he thought it needed to be drained, but these were the three options:
1. Do an MRI to see how bad it truly is, but this would mean staying overnight.
2. Try antibiotics alone and see if it clears up
3. Go ahead and do the procedure.

I thought about it a little bit, then, although I was super scared, ended up choosing the 3rd option, which was to go ahead and do the procedure. I was in a lot of pain and just wanted it to be done. I asked if they could do a general anesthetic: Nope.

So, I waited a little bit longer (it was probably around 7:00 pm by this time) and he came back with the tools. (scary looking, btw)

He sat me up in the hospital bed, had me open my mouth, and gave me one, single instruction:

"Whatever you do, don't move"

He put a little bit of numbing gel onto my tonsil, then tried to inject the numbing medicine.
The problem was that a) he kept dripping it down my throat and b) I have an incredibly strong gag reflex, and c) I started to choke on it. He decided then that I'd be fine, and had my sister hold the suction (poor, poor sister... why not get a nurse?)

He stuck a syringe into the incredibly tender abscess, with me trying my best not to gag, cry, jerk, whatever. Tears were just streaming down my face... I kept gagging, over and over, in incredible pain as he attempted to pull the pus out of the abscess. Blood was kind of splattered everywhere, I was trying not to gag and cry, and he seemed rather frustrated with me.
He took a scalpel, and reinforced the command "Whatever you do, don't move", then proceeded to put the scalpel down my throat to cut the abscess open. He cleaned it up a little, cleaned up the tools, and left. That was kind of the end.

First off, I can be pretty squeamish.
Second, I was trying, really trying not to move, or gag, but it's a reflex and I couldn't control it.
Third, this was by far the most painful experience of my life. Even compared to breaking bones, cramps, root canal, etc.
Fourth, I am a picky eater. Let me tell you that a mixture of pus, saline, and blood does not taste good.
Fifth, I just really wish I had been more comfortable. Oh well.



Ok, this sounded VERY complain-y, and I certainly am being so.

However, I know that it probably wasn't the doctor's fault - it was busy, late at night, and I'm sure he was tired. I'm still grateful that it was taken care of, I just wish my experience hadn't been so terrible.




Sorry, very rambly indeed.

Having an unpleasant doctor visits are never fun.

Few months back my hubby was in a head on collision. Miraculously he only suffered from a concussion ( it could have been A LOT worse). With his concussion, a massive headache and puking everywhere he went to the hospital. We live in a small town so there is only one hospital and a clinic. He waited in the emergency room 4 HOURS! Then waited 2 more hours in the private room for him to only be seen for a total of 20 mins. They told him in a jovial and lofty attitude that he most likely had a concussion and go home. Even though we begged the nurse and doctor to scan his arm because it caused him terribly pain. They refused to look at it. Though it was not broken (could've been for all we known at the time) it was unprofessional for them not to least look at it or address it after multiple complaints about it.

Now at the clinic... (WARNING slightly TMI) few months before my hubby's accident I went to the clinic because I thought I was having a miscarriage. Though all the pregnancy tests I took were neg. but I had early pregnancy signs then those went away after I bled for 19 days. Here I am at the "specialist" explaining what I experienced and what was currently going on. I took a bunch of blood tests and the doctor said he would get back to me that evening. Well 2 days later I called the doctor because he did not get back to me. I received bad news but he offended me (which takes A LOT to do so) by giving a scenario if I cheated on my husband! Then to top it off, in the doctor notes he made me sound like I was delusional to think I was pregnant and having maybe miscarriage.

I never researched hospital or clinic reviews but HOLY GUACAMOLE out of hundreds of reviews both the local hospital and clinic had received 80% 1 stars!

 

[samanthaoverton]

Or here’s another pet peeve of mine... (I copied and pasted (my) story from another thread.

Pet peeve: ‘Just whatever you do, don’t move’





Definitely am not a fan of the dentist. I think part of the reason is bad previous experiences as a kid, people treating me differently (acting like I can't comprehend/answer questions just because I'm neurodiverse) and I think the biggest reason is that I get very, very stressed meeting new people, or talking/seeing people that I don't know very well, and I guess that I get really anxious when I not only have to answer questions etc, I have to be willing to let them stick me with needles, scrape my teeth (agh.... that sound...) and just you know, do stuff to me that I don't even let my family/friends do (like sticking their hand in my mouth )

This is a bit rambly and graphic, so consider this your warning.
One of my most traumatic experiences was a couple of years ago.
First off, a little background: while I was sick, I learned that one of my parakeets had died, which was terribly heartbreaking. I also learned that what I had thought, and even the doctor thought when I got it checked, was a sprained ankle, turns out it had been broken and sprained - and I had been walking on it for 6 months.

On to the story: It wasn't a dentist exactly, but had to do with my mouth. I had been sick for a couple days as mentioned - fever, terrible sore throat, etc.
I went into the urgent care after I found that I couldn't speak or open my mouth much at all.
At urgent care, they at first thought it was just a bad cold, but then when I told them (very quietly, as I couldn't speak well) that I had trouble opening and closing my mouth, they were pretty certain it was something else. They checked my throat, and sure enough, they could tell that one of my tonsils was really swollen.
They had a suspicion that it was a peritonsillar abscess but weren't completely sure, so they sent me to the ER (which was about half an hour away). Once I got there, they looked and confirmed that it was a peritonsillar abscess.
They had me go back to a room, change into a gown, and (I thought this was super cool ) was able to stick only one needle in to get a blood draw and an IV.

It was about 3:00 pm by this time, so I ended up just staring at the ceiling and trying not to freak out.

It was really busy, so I had to wait a couple of hours before seeing the ENT doctor.
At around 5:00/6:00 pm, the ENT doctor came in and took a look. He said that he thought it needed to be drained, but these were the three options:
1. Do an MRI to see how bad it truly is, but this would mean staying overnight.
2. Try antibiotics alone and see if it clears up
3. Go ahead and do the procedure.

I thought about it a little bit, then, although I was super scared, ended up choosing the 3rd option, which was to go ahead and do the procedure. I was in a lot of pain and just wanted it to be done. I asked if they could do a general anesthetic: Nope.

So, I waited a little bit longer (it was probably around 7:00 pm by this time) and he came back with the tools. (scary looking, btw)

He sat me up in the hospital bed, had me open my mouth, and gave me one, single instruction:

"Whatever you do, don't move"

He put a little bit of numbing gel onto my tonsil, then tried to inject the numbing medicine.
The problem was that a) he kept dripping it down my throat and b) I have an incredibly strong gag reflex, and c) I started to choke on it. He decided then that I'd be fine, and had my sister hold the suction (poor, poor sister... why not get a nurse?)

He stuck a syringe into the incredibly tender abscess, with me trying my best not to gag, cry, jerk, whatever. Tears were just streaming down my face... I kept gagging, over and over, in incredible pain as he attempted to pull the pus out of the abscess. Blood was kind of splattered everywhere, I was trying not to gag and cry, and he seemed rather frustrated with me.
He took a scalpel, and reinforced the command "Whatever you do, don't move", then proceeded to put the scalpel down my throat to cut the abscess open. He cleaned it up a little, cleaned up the tools, and left. That was kind of the end.

First off, I can be pretty squeamish.
Second, I was trying, really trying not to move, or gag, but it's a reflex and I couldn't control it.
Third, this was by far the most painful experience of my life. Even compared to breaking bones, cramps, root canal, etc.
Fourth, I am a picky eater. Let me tell you that a mixture of pus, saline, and blood does not taste good.
Fifth, I just really wish I had been more comfortable. Oh well.



Ok, this sounded VERY complain-y, and I certainly am being so.

However, I know that it probably wasn't the doctor's fault - it was busy, late at night, and I'm sure he was tired. I'm still grateful that it was taken care of, I just wish my experience hadn't been so terrible.




Sorry, very rambly indeed.

How incredibly unprofessional..he could have had his licensed pulled for this unprofessional behavior. He should have a nurse not your sister to assist. The hospital alone could release him because of this behavior and he should have given you something to make you comfortable. I've taken a few minor medical courses and I hate seeing patients rights stomped on. Patients actually have a patients bill of rights. You have the right to refuse any treatment. They can't turn you away for treatment either. Most people are not informed of these rights..

 

[samanthaoverton]

He needs his license pulled.

Having an unpleasant doctor visits are never fun.

Few months back my hubby was in a head on collision. Miraculously he only suffered from a concussion ( it could have been A LOT worse). With his concussion, a massive headache and puking everywhere he went to the hospital. We live in a small town so there is only one hospital and a clinic. He waited in the emergency room 4 HOURS! Then waited 2 more hours in the private room for him to only be seen for a total of 20 mins. They told him in a jovial and lofty attitude that he most likely had a concussion and go home. Even though we begged the nurse and doctor to scan his arm because it caused him terribly pain. They refused to look at it. Though it was not broken (could've been for all we known at the time) it was unprofessional for them not to least look at it or address it after multiple complaints about it.

Now at the clinic... (WARNING slightly TMI) few months before my hubby's accident I went to the clinic because I thought I was having a miscarriage. Though all the pregnancy tests I took were neg. but I had early pregnancy signs then those went away after I bled for 19 days. Here I am at the "specialist" explaining what I experienced and what was currently going on. I took a bunch of blood tests and the doctor said he would get back to me that evening. Well 2 days later I called the doctor because he did not get back to me. I received bad news but he offended me (which takes A LOT to do so) by giving a scenario if I cheated on my husband! Then to top it off, in the doctor notes he made me sound like I was delusional to think I was pregnant and having maybe miscarriage.

I never researched hospital or clinic reviews but HOLY GUACAMOLE out of hundreds of reviews both the local hospital and clinic had received 80% 1 stars!

 

[samanthaoverton]

Having an unpleasant doctor visits are never fun.

Few months back my hubby was in a head on collision. Miraculously he only suffered from a concussion ( it could have been A LOT worse). With his concussion, a massive headache and puking everywhere he went to the hospital. We live in a small town so there is only one hospital and a clinic. He waited in the emergency room 4 HOURS! Then waited 2 more hours in the private room for him to only be seen for a total of 20 mins. They told him in a jovial and lofty attitude that he most likely had a concussion and go home. Even though we begged the nurse and doctor to scan his arm because it caused him terribly pain. They refused to look at it. Though it was not broken (could've been for all we known at the time) it was unprofessional for them not to least look at it or address it after multiple complaints about it.

Now at the clinic... (WARNING slightly TMI) few months before my hubby's accident I went to the clinic because I thought I was having a miscarriage. Though all the pregnancy tests I took were neg. but I had early pregnancy signs then those went away after I bled for 19 days. Here I am at the "specialist" explaining what I experienced and what was currently going on. I took a bunch of blood tests and the doctor said he would get back to me that evening. Well 2 days later I called the doctor because he did not get back to me. I received bad news but he offended me (which takes A LOT to do so) by giving a scenario if I cheated on my husband! Then to top it off, in the doctor notes he made me sound like I was delusional to think I was pregnant and having maybe miscarriage.

I never researched hospital or clinic reviews but HOLY GUACAMOLE out of hundreds of reviews both the local hospital and clinic had received 80% 1 stars!

My poor grandmother got sent home from a hysterectomy with Tylenol. What kind of monster does that. That was many years ago. Prior to the surgery she was nervous. Another doctor asked her if she was nervous. She said yes and he gave her something to calm her down. Then when the ass hat doctor did the surgery he found out she was given said medication (by another doc) and proceeded to treat my grandmother like she was a drug addict and give her just Tylenol. My nana was no addict. Said doctor should of been castrated and buried in a hole alive. What kind of monster sends a woman home after a hysterectomy with Tylenol..

 

[MACCanadianCoop]

My poor grandmother got sent home from a hysterectomy with Tylenol. What kind of monster does that. That was many years ago. Prior to the surgery she was nervous. Another doctor asked her if she was nervous. She said yes and he gave her something to calm her down. Then when the ass hat doctor did the surgery he found out she was given said medication (by another doc) and proceeded to treat my grandmother like she was a drug addict and give her just Tylenol. My nana was no addict. Said doctor should of been castrated and buried in a hole alive. What kind of monster sends a woman home after a hysterectomy with Tylenol..

There is unfortunately a long legacy of misogyny in women's health care. One of the reasons I got out of it myself. I couldn't stand the politics.