Well, I'm reviving this thread after a two-year hiatus. I'm still running cold, and the heat is absolutely killing me. Meanwhile, my doctor—who also happens to be my godfather and close friend—is suggesting I just have more sex to warm up. Could this be a side effect of taking Prozac?
Yeah, vasovagal syncope... I actually had to put my degree on hold because of it. It hit me out of nowhere. It’s funny; I used to be able to walk through surgeries and births without blinking—blood up to my knees and I felt nothing. Now? A tiny papercut and the dizziness hits. One needle prick and I'm done. It's honestly revolting how much it bothers me. It doesn't bother me as much when it's happening to someone else, though I have noticed I feel a bit lightheaded when the news shows those graphic reports—you know, the blood and the casualties. Maybe it's just what happens after decades of battling anxiety and panic attacks. There was a time when I’d get blood drawn every month like clockwork. I could watch the needle go in, watch the vial fill up—for myself or anyone else. Not anymore. One little sting and it's over. My hands turn this weird shade of purple, the nausea kicks in, my vision goes black, and then... whoosh. Now, I either dodge blood draws entirely or I insist on mobile phlebotomy services so I can just lie down at home.
Look, Zdenka Japundžić is brilliant, but she’s always slammed, so... whatever you do, stay away from KAdivnikovica, and don't even get me started on Šote-ona—it's a total disaster there. There are other great doctors out there, but since they work in hospital wards instead of having their own private practices, it's a bit of a hassle. Honestly, Zdenka JApundžić-presuper is the real deal: conscientious, professional, hilarious, and incredibly reliable. Plus, she's got tons of experience. And yeah, she's spot-on every single time when it comes to determining the baby's gender. 😉)
Absolute nightmare of a medication. I took it for acne, but it ended up leaving these permanent stains on my teeth—I honestly thought my whole smile was ruined. They won't budge, almost like birthmarks. On top of that, I developed gastritis. This stuff is brutal.
Hi there. Can someone walk me through this cycle? Right before my period hits, I’m constantly dealing with dizziness, these awful hot flashes, and just feeling completely drained... then, predictably, my period starts. What am I looking at here?
I’m not blaming every doctor out there—far from it. I have several close friends in the medical field, and most of them are perfectly fine. But then you run into that one type who simply fails to do their job properly. It sounds harsh, but I believe doctors shouldn't be making mistakes, at least not the kind that cost a life. Unfortunately, I know plenty of high-profile physicians back home in Indianapolis who have made horrific errors—like perforating an esophagus during a gastroscopy, leading to someone choking on their own blood, only for them to be declared dead from a ruptured ulcer. All just to ensure no one is held liable. My father tried to launch an investigation into the treatment process, but back then, Tuđman was still in office, Hebrang was running things, and Jarnjak was around—doctors basically protected one another behind closed doors through unofficial pacts. Naturally, no one was ever found guilty, and nobody admitted to a single mistake. Whether it happened again is something I can't say. Honestly, we didn't have the energy to care at the time; our lives had been completely upended. My brother is gone, and nothing can bring him back—that's the saddest reality of all. The worst part is that these cases will keep happening, because those responsible don't see themselves as guilty, so they never actually learn the lesson. That’s why I’m working so hard now, trying to convince a colleague of mine to take every possible step and never settle for just one diagnosis based solely on what a single doctor says.
Oh, they messed up big time. They didn't bother with a proper biopsy; instead, they diagnosed a 22-year-old with planocellular tracheal carcinoma. No deep dive, just a flat statement that he had zero chance of recovery. By the second day after the "diagnosis," they already had him on chemo, hoping the cancer would miraculously vanish in a week. Then, months later, everything just spiraled. After a million tests—some working, some ending in total disaster, like a perforated large intestine followed by an effusion, then surgery, and so on—a doctor at Mayo Clinic finally figured out the actual diagnosis: carcinoid syndrome. It was something that could have been managed normally with the right treatment. She actually sat down with my parents and said, "I really don't know how to tell you this, but a terrible mistake was made regarding your son..." This all happened at Jordan. A few doctors at that same Jordan facility started questioning the diagnosis because, frankly, my brother never smoked, and that specific type of cancer usually only hits lifelong smokers over sixty. By the end, it was too late for anything. He ended up passing away from a common cold because he'd lost over 90 pounds, and that final surgery just finished him off. The doctors decided to perform a puncture right after breakfast, and well, we all know how that turned out. He was only 22 and a perfect human being. Now he’s gone. We will never be able to accept the fact that he could still be here with us if just one single idiot had actually known how to do their job.
Well, she was in Jordan, but they aren't exactly top-tier experts there. They actually ruined my brother's life with a wrong diagnosis about 16 years ago. Does anyone know who we could actually reach out to?
Hi everyone. A colleague's mother has been battling lung cancer for a year now. She’s cycled through four different types of chemo and a round of so-called "targeted therapy," but nothing has worked. Back in July, her CT scan showed no metastases, yet one entire lung is compromised while the other remains clear. She’s dealing with a constant fever and is completely wiped out from the last treatment; she's currently hospitalized, essentially just waiting for the end. The doctors are merely managing her symptoms because she’s far too weak for any more aggressive therapy. Surgery isn't an option since she doesn't qualify—two lymph nodes are already involved. My question is this: how can you just leave a woman to die without doing anything at all? There has to be something else to try. It feels absurd. I keep pushing my colleague to get copies of her mother's records and send them everywhere for second or third opinions, but she won't budge. The poor woman is in a terrible headspace, just waiting for the inevitable. Is there any help available? We're in Indianapolis, where it feels like the easiest path for people is just to give up; apparently, there aren't enough experts willing to step in. As a layperson, this makes zero sense to me.
So, I had my three main thyroid levels checked. I don't have the lab report right in front of me, but everything was within range—nothing too high, nothing too low. So, I'd say things look fine. , what else could be causing similar symptoms? My psychiatrist insists it’s all just depression.
The doctor gave me a referral, so the blood work didn't cost me anything. But here's the thing: I actually fainted during the draw. I've never had an issue like this before; usually, I can sit there, handle the pain, and watch the whole process without blinking. Now? The second the needle hits, my hands and feet go pale and everything goes dark. Jesus, what am I turning into?
Stopped by my doctor's office to get some blood work done, specifically checking my thyroid levels. When she asked why I was even concerned about hormones, I told her my body temperature is constantly bottoming out—it barely ever hits 96 degrees. She just gave me this patronizing little smirk and said, "So what if it's low? What's the big deal?" I tried bringing up the connection between thyroid issues and metabolic rates, but she just waved me off like I was making things up for attention.
Come on, people, why has everyone gone silent? Let’s get some banter going... I wouldn't go as far as calling my situation hypothyroidism. Most women dealing with that struggle with massive weight gain and digestive issues, but I’m hitting the restroom two or three times a day. That’s one symptom that just doesn't line up with what I was reading on another forum—apparently, the weight gain is the biggest red flag for women with thyroid issues.
I was just Googling hypothyroidism—and honestly, as a total hypochondriac, I’m already bracing for a panic attack because now I’ll be waiting for my heart to just stop. Great. It’s funny, though; even though I have a cold, I’m not feeling chilled at all. Instead, I’m burning up. I am constantly, ridiculously hot, and the heat is driving me crazy. I could probably spend twenty-four hours a day sitting right in front of an AC unit or a fan just to feel normal. Only then can I actually breathe. God, this whole thing is just so irritating!
So, I had a doctor's appointment today. When I mentioned how low my body temperature has been running, she just smirked and said, "Well, you're basically a lizard!" Honestly, I’m thinking about asking her for a thyroid referral next time. Sam Hayes, I feel exactly the same way. It’s like I could sleep for days or just sit there staring at a wall without moving an inch. I’ve been dealing with depression and anxiety—including panic attacks—for nine years now, along with a million other symptoms, but this latest thing is getting in the way of actually living my life.
For years now, I’ve dealt with this, but lately, it feels like it’s ramping up. It’s this bizarre sensation where my head and body feel like they're on fire, yet my hands and feet are ice cold. I get this brain fog, almost like I have a fever, even though my actual temperature barely ever climbs above 97. My thermometer just read 94.8°F—it’s always hovering right around there. I feel like I'm burning up, but I’m not even sweating like you'd expect. The thing is, my blood pressure is notoriously low; it never breaks 100, and one time it hit 80/40. My circulation is already terrible, but this specific feeling is just miserable. My doctor isn't concerned, though. She keeps chalking it up to my anxiety and depression, arguing that if I actually had a fever, I'd know it. So, what now? And yeah, I’ll admit I’m not exactly great about staying hydrated. I don't drink much water.
Oh, that sounds manageable! My husband once swallowed an entire toothpick—we honestly thought we were done for. Luckily, he survived with his digestive tract intact. Personally, I can handle the stomach issues, but the constant vomiting is what really gets to me.
Well, I’ve got my own little diagnosis—F40, if I recall correctly. It’s basically just me being unable to actually relax or unwind; my brain just stays at a hundred miles per hour, twenty-four seven.
Thanks, ladies. I’m hoping for the best, but let's be real—the hypochondriac brain is a strange beast. There's zero chance I'll get any peaceful sleep tonight; I'll just spend the hours spiraling through anxiety and nerves until my stomach turns. It's going to be a nightmare. I'm basically just getting on my own nerves at this point, but that's just who I am. Can't fix it. I am the female Howard Hughes, for sure.
Question, and please don't laugh at me. I just took a massive gulp of iced tea—Lipton—only to realize it was completely spoiled. It tasted absolutely vile. Can this actually mess up my stomach, or will my gastric acid handle it? 🙏PS Please, no mocking. I'm a chronic hypochondriac and have a serious phobia of throwing up.