I honestly find the soundtrack in Braveheart absolutely incredible... it’s one of those scores that just hits you right in the gut, you know? It's visceral. 😁 As for everything else: I’d say Pulp Fiction and Singles—though personally, Singles always gives me this instant, slightly nostalgic hit of high school nostalgia... haha 😁
Beyond that, I’m drawing a blank—honestly, who can actually keep all these soundtracks straight off the top of their head? 😁
I’ve been sticking to filtered water for quite some time now... personally, I find the taste much cleaner—it might sound a bit ridiculous, but to my palate, it almost tastes sweeter. 😁 unknown! And there's this certain softness to it... I realize that's entirely subjective and has absolutely nothing to do with intelligence, but then again, what does any of that matter? 😁 A woman I know—she works in one of those high-end testing labs, you know, the places where they scrutinize every single variable imaginable, from tap water to the quality of dark chocolate 😁—once mentioned to me that the water in New York City is actually pretty decent. Sure, it contains all sorts of minerals and trace elements, but nothing catastrophic or life-threatening. Well, let's see how that plays out for us. 😁
By the way, does an actual, truly harmless remedy even exist in this world??? It feels like a bit of a myth at this point—even something as ubiquitous as a standard Aspirin can trigger a nasty set of side effects in certain people, depending on how their body reacts. Diane, much like any other hormonal treatment out there, isn't some magic bullet—you really have to sit down and weigh the benefits against the potential risks before diving in.
So, spurred on by all this chatter, I went ahead and had a sit-down with my gynecologist. To give you some context—I’ve been on this medication for about four years now to manage PCOS—and honestly, for the most part, I haven't dealt with any major side effects (aside from the occasional hair shedding phase...) and I’m still standing. But even so, the anxiety is real. You can't help but wonder if you're essentially swallowing a ticking time bomb right now and just waiting to see where the explosion lands... And more often than not, my doctor just brushes it off as nothing to worry about—which, of course, is exactly what they always say. My suspicion? They'd probably need an official memo from the FDA or some high-level medical board explicitly stating how dangerous it is before they actually took my concerns seriously. Anyway, I have blood work scheduled for next week, so we'll see what the numbers actually say.