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brightgull95 said:Look, if they actually bothered to ask about the person's vitals before jumping in, then sure, feel free to grill them about their age all day long. But if they didn't? Then yeah, being pissed off is totally justified. It really comes down to who was asking—was it some nosy bystander or an actual first responder? Honestly, if I were you, I wouldn't let it get under my skin. It’s just not worth the blood pressure spike.
So, here's the deal: I started talking, and this woman immediately cuts me off to ask how old I am. I told her, "I don't know." So she pushes, and I'm like, "Look, I can give you a ballpark range along with a comment, but who knows?" Not everyone wears their age on their sleeve, right? Then she tries to double down, asking if I'm *really* that old, so I just cut her off again. I told her straight up that I couldn't judge, but I *did* know that X, Y, and Z happened, and now the situation is like this and that, and clearly, the person on the ground isn't doing great regardless of how many candles were on their last birthday.
And what does she do? She stops asking about the person on the floor entirely and starts grilling me about my exact location, acting like she's going to send someone over and I'll just be stuck waiting. Seriously, what a brainless conversation. The next time it happens, it'll be the exact same nonsense. It makes zero sense to me.
brightgull95 said:Look, if you aren't rushing into an emergency but you *are* a clinician, you aren't looking for the same red flags in a kid that you would in a senior citizen. It’s basic logic. You ask for their age because you need to know what kind of physiological fallout to expect and how to prep. Plus, the math changes entirely if you've only got one ambulance on the road versus having multiple units available for simultaneous calls.
Next time this happens, maybe consider that there might actually be a legitimate reason they're asking for an age.
Yeah, okay, but in both scenarios, it's just "age, age, age..." Like, just give me a ballpark! You're guessing this, guessing that, and meanwhile, there's a person lying on the floor. Honestly, this whole thing just rubbed me the wrong way because it feels like nothing matters if you don't have a specific number. And what if I totally whiff it? What if I give a number that's way too high or way too low? Is the person who collapsed going to feel better because I guessed wrong? I thought the distinction between a child and an adult was actually significant.
The rest of it just seems unnecessary to push so hard. You either know or you don't. It's not like I'm going to go digging through someone's purse to find their driver's license—it doesn't matter when someone is unconscious.
I’m starting a new thread because, honestly, I just need to vent about this. I just witnessed someone collapse right on the street. They were totally unconscious, then they drifted back to some sort of consciousness for a second—completely incoherent, by the way—and then they just went down again. They couldn't even stand up. So, naturally, I called 911. I mean, what else am I supposed to do? It’s not like I can just stand there and watch them fade out. This actually feels like déjà vu, too; I had to call an ambulance once before at work for a client in a similar state. But here’s the thing—the part that keeps looping in my head—is how much age matters in these situations. When the paramedics arrived, the first thing on everyone's mind was, "How old is this person?" I honestly had no clue. I just figured, who knows? Maybe they're young, maybe they're old. But the point remains: regardless of whether you're twenty or eighty, when someone is crashing like that, things are bad. Period. Everything comes back to age, doesn't it? It's always about the age.
So, does anyone actually know why the dispatchers at 911 seem so obsessed with asking how old the patient is? Every single time I’ve called for an ambulance, it’s just a relentless loop of "How old are they? How old? How old?" It feels like that's the only piece of information they actually care about. Is there some secret medical logic behind it, or are they just testing my patience? What's the big deal?
hiddendriver34 said:The decision to switch over to Model C instruction applies to students in grades 5 through 8, plus all high schoolers except for those graduating seniors. This policy will stay in effect for one week, after which they'll run an analysis to see how the measure actually worked.
Oh, thanks for the heads-up. Apparently, not every journalist managed to catch that specific detail, though honestly, the bigger question is why on earth did they wait this long to decide, and why are we finding out about everything via the news first? Makes sense, right?😍 Well, whatever. At least it didn't trigger a massive tectonic shift in my living room.
Donna Taylor68 said:here we go again with the half-baked info that drives me insane ; what kids are we even talking about? all of them? or just middle schoolers and the older elementary kids? i don't get how you can't just give a straight answer in one single announcement 🙂
Chuck Norris! Honestly, I feel like screaming!!! Like, what kind of "information" is that even supposed to be??
Yeah, I get it, we don't need to go down the rabbit hole of online schooling right now... but seriously... weren't they supposed to announce this sooner? Is it everyone, or just the little ones heading back to class? I need to figure out my schedule at work if the kid is staying home. A seven-year-old can't just be left alone to rot in front of the TV all day. Not everyone has grandparents living next door to help out, and even if I did, let's be real, it’s a massive ask. Are we actually getting the full details this Sunday at 10:00 PM?? I can't exactly just ghost my boss because Fox dropped some vague hint.🙄
wanderingbadger44 said:Well, Alex Roberts4 can always make it into the school—that’s exactly what I was implying in the parentheses. It seems like for folks like her, there is always some sudden crisis or something else that feels absolutely vital and needs immediate attention. ☕
Look, there’s no need to panic here—stop making things up. Honestly, around here, parents are expected to check in on school updates at least twice a week. It’s not some life-or-death emergency, and the school hasn't actually scrapped in-person meetings. They still happen, they always have, and trust me, the world hasn't ended just because things changed slightly. The administration didn't think there was any reason to get rid of face-to-face stuff, but they decided to add the option of doing it over the phone or online too. You know, just giving people choices? If you're working and you want to stay in the loop, you'll find a way to make it work. The whole point is simple: just adapt.
This whole "shut everything down and lock it all away" philosophy—the kind that targets kids and shamelessly labels them as disease spreaders—is being pushed by people who clearly wandered into the education system by mistake. Seriously, I’d suggest they look into some career counseling; maybe find a different profession entirely where they don't have any influence over actual human beings.
wanderingbadger44 said:Whether we deal with April Fools' Day or not, children are still being robbed of the chance to listen to those speeches by nimbleranger17.
In a world where parents—barring a few rare exceptions—are strictly barred from stepping foot on campus because health protocols only permit staff and students inside, how on earth is it realistic to think that people like nimbleranger17 will be allowed to just wander through the halls of our schools?
Look, I can head into my kid's school whenever I need info... Some parents show up in person, but personally, I just handle everything online because it's way more convenient. :P Honestly, it feels like people holding your kind of views are in the minority in the real world.
They didn't go full "bunker mode" with the schools; they actually care, and they aren't backing down now, even while we're all still playing this endless game of tag with COVID.
Elizabeth Mendoza said:Because my throat is absolutely killing me. It's been stinging and making it hard to swallow for a few days now. Even Angel and some tea didn't do the trick, so I headed in feeling pretty optimistic.
They asked a ton of questions. Where I work, how long my throat has been hurting, if I have any other symptoms, my medical history, if I'm on any meds, if I've traveled out of town recently, and a bunch of other stuff. It was all over the phone—just a crew sitting in a little office wearing headsets, waiting to call you and walk through everything.
😍 Oh, really? Is that so? Well, alright then... So, where are you now? Just try to take it easy and don't let them get to you.
Elizabeth Mendoza said:So, I head to my doctor because my throat is killing me, and she immediately goes into full drill sergeant mode. She sends me straight over to the local Mayo Clinic for testing, and now I’m stuck in self-isolation for the next two days while I wait on the results from the swab I got tonight. Everything else looks fine, though—oxygen levels are good, they did scans on my heart and lungs, checked my blood pressure, temperature... everything is totally normal.
Wait, so you sneeze once, tell your primary care physician about it, and suddenly you're being sent off for testing? This is going to sting my wallet since I can't make it into work for the next couple of days.
But seriously, why even tell the doctor? No, I’m actually asking. If we followed that logic, everyone would be getting tested constantly because people are sneezing everywhere. Here’s a different take for you: A coworker's husband just tested positive. At home, nobody was contacted or told to isolate, even though at least four people were in close contact with him—working side-by-side, sitting together, all that. Luckily, my husband hadn't seen that guy in at least a week. It really feels like they've loosened up the rules on contact tracing...
Did they ask you any follow-up questions?
Does anyone have a solid recommendation for a good pulmonologist in Chicago?
Casey Palmer5 said:The hospital administration?
Ugh, tell me about it... I once reached out to the administration at a local hospital and got absolutely nothing—not even a "hello." So, naturally, I took it up with the Patient Rights Commission, and still? Crickets. It was total Bahatluk, completely unprecedented.
Alexander Garcia35 said:I’ll jump in here too.
I’m honestly fascinated by how much people react when we decide that we don't need a village sent to us the moment the baby arrives—that we’d rather just handle things ourselves and figure out our own rhythm. We live far away from family, and it’s not that we wouldn't let them in if they were nearby; we just want some space at the start to bond, get our bearings, and set up a routine that actually works for us.
It feels like people won't even give us the benefit of the doubt. I get all these little jabs and comments like, "Oh, you think you've got it all figured out," or "Just wait until you're in the thick of it," or "You have no idea what you're getting into," or even, "Just wait until your mother-in-law shows up..."
The reality is that in plenty of cultures, there isn't even a tradition of having a mother or an in-law hovering over you to help; those families thrive, the babies are perfectly healthy, and everyone does just fine on their own.
I really don't see the issue. 🤷
I’ve dealt with those exact same reactions. It's totally pointless. My husband and I can handle things perfectly well on our own, and if we ever actually need a hand, we'll be the first to ask. Why does everyone act like having a baby is the literal apocalypse? They love the drama: "Oh, you'll see, it's impossible, your life is over, you'll never sleep again"...blah, blah, blah. Like, sorry, but the world isn't going to stop spinning and my life isn't ending. I made my boundaries very clear and then, ciao. I refuse to let anyone mess with my peace, especially not older relatives with their constant complaining. One lady even went around the neighborhood telling people I got pregnant because of some "herbal remedy" she gave me! Then another neighbor comes up to me asking if I'm looking for a daughter-in-law for her son... I mean, seriously? Herbs?? What kind of nonsense is that?😂>
silentraven6 said:I call that PPE—Postpartum Euphoria.😁
Don't listen to those fools, especially the ones whose husbands have PPE too. Sometimes it's a permanent pathology, but usually, it fades the moment they hit reality.
It wasn't until my kid was three years old that I really started socializing with other parents. Before that, we were happy just being two people, and that was enough for us. As for advice like that? I shut it down with a blunt response, a joke, or just a simple: "I have to go."
Exactly. That’s the way to do it. And apparently, this "euphoria" lasts forever for some people. She gave birth eight years ago... what else can you even say to people like that besides "get a life"?
What happened to me today was honestly peak absurdity. I felt like I was being interrogated by the Inquisition or something. This lady from my neighborhood starts grilling me about where I’m planning to have my baby. I tell her I’m looking at the Peterson clinic, and she just loses it. I told her I actually gave birth at the Holy Spirit hospital and they were absolutely top-tier—not a single complaint. Then she has the nerve to ask if I’ve already "secured" a specific doctor over at Peterson, acting like he's the only one worth seeing. I just stared at her and said, "Actually, there are plenty of great doctors there, and you just show up on the day you want and see who's available." I wasn't looking for any special favors, and besides, I haven't even started my prenatal appointments yet.
But no, she keeps harping on about the Holy Spirit hospital, acting like there's some secret way to get in. Basically, she had a connection, bragged about how great it was, and now she thinks everyone else should have it easy too. As if! I countered by saying I hadn't decided yet and that her precious little hospital isn't perfect either. My experience at the Vineyard wasn't exactly stellar, and some of my friends had issues at either Holy Spirit or Peterson, so... what now? If I followed her logic, I wouldn't be able to pick a hospital at all.
But wait, it gets better. Am I going crazy? I mentioned I hoped things wouldn't end up being that complicated, and she goes, "Well, you can just arrange it..." Oh, for crying out loud! Go ahead, "arrange" for someone to cut you open, why don't you? And then—get this—she asks if my mom would be able to help out during delivery. I told her that if she could, she would, but she's getting older and her health isn't what it used to be. The look she gave me... it was classic. Like, "Oh, grandmas aren't allowed to be sick or weak; they have to sacrifice themselves no matter what." It was a total disaster. She made my mom sound like some kind of monster, when the poor woman raised four kids all by herself and now she's elderly and struggling with her health, so she obviously can't do everything all the time. That was the moment I drew the line. Truly insane.
Honestly, the worst ones are always the women who have already given birth. They’re the ones most likely to swoop in and try to "educate" me... they act so self-important and pushy. Like their choice is the only right choice. Seriously, it's unbelievable. So incredibly intrusive and exclusionary.
I’m in desperate need of a new primary care doctor. I moved recently, and my current one is just way too far out of the way now—even though I actually think they're great. So, here we are... I did some digging about the clinic on Runjanin, and apparently, nobody has any openings except for one person: Dr. Aralica. Has anyone here actually seen her before?
wanderingmason86 said:I need an emergency dermatologist for a suspicious mole. Does anyone know a doctor who can squeeze me in either today or sometime next month? Like, as soon as humanly possible? If you try to book through the major hospitals, they’re basically scheduling you for next year. Seriously, what is even happening? 🙄
They tried to pull that same stunt on me too, but honestly? I wasn't about to sit around waiting for them to get their act together.🙄 So, I finally took the plunge and headed over to the Lesić Clinic on Jurišićev. Honestly? They practically rushed me through the door almost immediately. I’m pretty happy with how everything went, but just a heads-up—this is a private practice. If you're trying to go through Medicare, you're looking at a massive waitlist no matter what you need help with. It's just one of those things, I guess.