Posts by Taylor Smith3

I don't find myself particularly inclined toward the performative aspects of modern femininity, though I suppose there is a certain quiet utility in being perceived as such when the situation demands it. It isn't about the glitter or the noise; it’s more about navigating the world with a specific kind of grace that others often mistake for fragility. One learns quite quickly that softness can be its own kind of leverage, provided you know exactly how to use it. kaže:
If I had been drinking pure spirits, this would be how it played out: I’d have stopped on Friday and wouldn't see another drop until the following Friday, if you catch my drift. 😁

I suppose I wondered if the experience would be identical to my first period after starting the pills, but regardless, there is no need for me to spiral into hysterics just yet; I haven't even missed a cycle, as it has only been four days.

Hello, ladies.

I started taking Cilest on April 2nd, which was the second day of my period. This cycle was triggered by some hormones my gynecologist prescribed—not Duphaston, but a different set of five tablets he gave me because I hadn't had a period for seven months since stopping birth control.

On the first day, I had to get my hormone levels checked, and the doctor told me I could start the pills immediately on the second day, regardless of whether it was the first or second day of the cycle. Now, typically, a period is expected around the 28th day, correct? Does that mean I should expect my period around April 29th or 30th? I have finished the entire pack, having taken the last pill on Thursday the 21st, but the instructions state that menstruation usually begins two or three days after finishing the pills. I am feeling a bit lost; I used these pills three years ago before taking a break last summer, and I honestly cannot recall how my first period behaved back then. So, when exactly should I be expecting it?🤷 Previously, when I stopped the pills on a Monday, my period would arrive by Friday, which is a four-day window. But since this is my first period since restarting the medication, I am completely confused.

If anyone can make sense of what I am asking here...😬

I'm starting my first pack of Cilest after a break lasting more than a year. During that interval, I didn't have a period unless it was triggered by hormone therapy. Since I began taking Cilest, my ovaries have been hurting terribly 😢 is this happening because the medication is affecting them, perhaps because they are resuming their normal function again? I'm wondering if I have any actual reason to be concerned.

placidranger said:Right. So you think being tolerant is fine if it's just stupid stuff, but bad if you let someone walk all over you.
What kind of things do you tolerate, and what's a dealbreaker?

The worst part about arguing... hmm... is when people descend into that primitive level instead of just talking through the disagreement.

Are there really no downsides to arguing? And is it always a bad thing to drop down to that "primitive level"—assuming that's even how you define it?

It depends entirely on the timing and the specific relationship involved. It is a nuanced issue. I tend to dwell on these things quite extensively; no disagreement reaches a resolution without significant contemplation, analysis, and several conversations with various people.

placidranger said:Right. So you think being tolerant is fine if it's just stupid stuff, but bad if you let someone walk all over you.
What kind of things do you tolerate, and what's a dealbreaker?

The worst part about arguing... hmm... is when people descend into that primitive level instead of just talking through the disagreement.

Are there really no downsides to arguing? And is it always a bad thing to drop down to that "primitive level"—assuming that's even how you define it?

Personal insults. I believe they are.

I am being rather brief today, I realize, so please excuse me. I finally pinpointed the source of my current frustration during a conversation with another woman on a message board. While this is the immediate catalyst, the underlying issues still linger in the background.

placidranger said:Fair enough. Now I'm curious about this "extra tolerance" you have for guys. Why is that?
Has it always been this way, or have there been specific guys where you couldn't let things slide?
If so, what was it about them?

One more thing: looking at all this talk about arguing, there's really only one downside: 'maybe the other person gets hurt.' It’s good that you can vent, see if they actually care, and then follow it up with some out-of-this-world makeup sex.
Is there anything else negative about it?

I suspect it stems from my lack of self-confidence (please don't ask me why 😬) and the fact that I spent a long time wanting a boyfriend, yet no one seemed interested—at least not the specific people I wanted. Eventually, I just grabbed onto my first boyfriend because I didn't want to let go, and I ended up swallowing a lot of nonsense. It was a similar story with the next one; even though I didn't have much patience for him, I still forgave various stupidities that I now regret. Back then, I lacked tolerance and would get angry over things very quickly, staying upset for days until he finally came to "beg for mercy," at which point I'd move past it, even though I think I consciously allowed myself to be mistreated in some instances. Nowadays, I overlook things because most of them are trivialities, and the guy I'm with now provides me with the most happiness I've ever had; I believe he doesn't deserve to be constantly messed with over nothing, and sometimes, it really is just nothing.

As for the downsides of arguing... hmm... perhaps it's the tendency for people to descend into a primitive state instead of resolving their disagreements through actual conversation.

boldwalker12 said:Aha. That sentence totally threw me for a loop. 🙂

I was rushing and ended up being a bit careless with my wording.

boldwalker12 said:That sounds incredibly contradictory to me. Like, how can you claim to be "on my side" while simultaneously calling me an idiot and telling me I'm being dramatic? 😕

He maintains his support by insisting that I handled everything perfectly those evenings and that my position is correct. However, regarding the situation with my friend, some new developments surfaced while I was away in the States, and he can see that it is weighing on me day after day. He actually told me once that we are both being foolish and asked why we haven't resolved it yet—he was implying that perhaps I should just give in, not because it is the right thing to do, but simply to end my own distress. I was having a complete meltdown that day.

placidranger said:Is it the same way with guys?

Now that you mention it, it sounds like I just shut down and swallow my resentment, yet my social circle sees me as this hot-headed person prone to outbursts. Isn't that a bit contradictory? 🤷

Hm. Yeah, it is contradictory.
How does your current boyfriend see you?

We'll finish this psychoanalysis once I'm back home, so you aren't stuck waiting on my next reply. 😉

Damn, hurry up and get home then.😁

I behave quite differently with men than I do with my family. For instance, there are things my sister would absolutely lose her mind over, yet if my boyfriend did the same, it might pass entirely unnoticed. It might sting, certainly, but I wouldn't make a scene; I would likely even find an excuse for him. In short, I am far more tolerant toward men than I am toward the rest of the world.

My current partner and I haven't been together very long, so he probably doesn't have a fully formed view of how I handle these specific issues. He describes me as being difficult, though he doesn't see me as someone who is constantly looking for a fight. Regarding this situation with my friend, he completely takes my side and doesn't think I'm overreacting just because I've asked about it a million times, even if he does tell me I'm being foolish or overcomplicating things and should just move on. Ultimately, he doesn't view me as an aggressive or high-strung person.

There, I managed one response before heading out; let me socialize in peace, as you can see I'm not going anywhere 😛

placidranger said:Fair enough. You also mentioned that arguing serves as a sort of "exhaust valve" for whatever is eating at you. Does that mean you usually just let things build up until they boil over?

In essence, yes. With my family, I tend to speak up almost immediately when something irritates me; even if I don't say it out loud, my mood shifts enough that it becomes obvious, so there is little point in sweeping things under the rug. However, with certain people, I find myself constantly overlooking their behavior until I eventually reach a breaking point where I simply cut them out of my life entirely—much like that friend boldwalker12 was talking about. It just takes quite a while for my fuse to run out.

Though, looking at it from your perspective, it seems as though I am actually suppressing a lot, yet others perceive me as someone with a volatile temper. It feels somewhat contradictory, doesn't it? 🤷

We can pick up this psychoanalysis once I get home, so please don't feel pressured to wait for my next reply. 😉

placidranger said:So, I guess that's the silver lining of fighting?

Fair enough. It actually is.

placidranger said:😍

Let’s start from square one—I assume we’re all here to psychoanalyze me now, right?

You write, I ask. At its core, all I’m doing is interrogating the questions—a minimalist approach. 🙂
Maybe you could help me clear my head.

Based on my own experience, I’ve come to believe there’s a certain wisdom in just staying silent sometimes—it’s rarely worth the energy to fight. Plus, if I just sleep on it, half those issues seem completely ridiculous by morning. I suppose there are merits to arguing; it acts as a sort of release valve for whatever is eating at you, whether that manifests as a screaming match or a productive dialogue. There’s even that slight, perhaps misguided, sense that a partner actually cares about you if they’re willing to get worked up over something you said. But then again, if you look back at my old thread on LIES regarding verbal abuse during conflicts, the dark side is pretty clear—people can get incredibly aggressive, and the damage done in the heat of the moment isn't always easy to fix.

So, you’re basically using arguments as both a pressure valve and a litmus test for whether he actually gives a damn. Why do you need the blowouts and the tests, though? Is he failing to show he cares anywhere else in the relationship?

Before that last blowout with my boyfriend, I was head over heels—everything felt effortless. Then came that argument. It wasn't even a massive blowup, honestly; I just froze up, didn't know how to respond in the moment, and ended up just walking out. We smoothed things over the next day with plenty of apologies, but I can't shake the feeling that I built this wall around myself after it happened. I'm just not relaxed anymore. PTSD is a hell of a thing. 😬Here’s my take on my own flaws when it comes to arguing.

What was actually so difficult about that last argument? You claimed you were "in love before it happened"—so what, did the feeling just vanish once the shouting stopped?

The problem with responsibility—if you can even call it that—is that I can't stand the thought of people leaning on me. I’ve never been much for group projects; they're just a slow way to let everyone down. My habit of leaving everything until the absolute last second isn't just laziness—it's this constant, nagging fear that I won't meet anyone's expectations, including my own. But here's the reality check: I have to be responsible. I can't spend another few years drifting through college or backpacking across Europe on a whim—not with the financial mess I mentioned earlier. It feels like this sense of duty was forced on me—something piled onto my shoulders years ago—and now everything I do feels mandatory. I don't want to do any of it.

What actually happens when you stop meeting everyone else's expectations?

He does. He is incredibly good to me; he listens, his affection is palpable in the way he touches me, and there is a fundamental respect in how he treats me. Regardless, I still find myself asking those irrational questions about whether he cares because he doesn't express his devotion through toxic behaviors. For instance, he isn't jealous, he won't send me psychotic texts just because I had a coworker hitting on me in the past, and when I broke down the other day because an ex rattled me, he didn't react with hostility or judgment; he simply let me vent. It bothers me that he doesn't exhibit his attachment through those darker, more intense channels. Clearly 😁 damn, I’m completely losing it 🙄

I suspect this is a learned pattern from a previous relationship where we would retreat into each other's arms for explosive, cinematic make-up sex after every fight. It is actually something I am currently processing with my therapist—the idea that some dysfunctional part of me craves that kind of intensity, even though my rational side knows better. We just haven't figured out how to quiet that broken 🤣
part of me yet.

placidranger said:😍

Let’s start from square one—I assume we’re all here to psychoanalyze me now, right?

You write, I ask. At its core, all I’m doing is interrogating the questions—a minimalist approach. 🙂
Maybe you could help me clear my head.

Based on my own experience, I’ve come to believe there’s a certain wisdom in just staying silent sometimes—it’s rarely worth the energy to fight. Plus, if I just sleep on it, half those issues seem completely ridiculous by morning. I suppose there are merits to arguing; it acts as a sort of release valve for whatever is eating at you, whether that manifests as a screaming match or a productive dialogue. There’s even that slight, perhaps misguided, sense that a partner actually cares about you if they’re willing to get worked up over something you said. But then again, if you look back at my old thread on LIES regarding verbal abuse during conflicts, the dark side is pretty clear—people can get incredibly aggressive, and the damage done in the heat of the moment isn't always easy to fix.

So, you’re basically using arguments as both a pressure valve and a litmus test for whether he actually gives a damn. Why do you need the blowouts and the tests, though? Is he failing to show he cares anywhere else in the relationship?

Before that last blowout with my boyfriend, I was head over heels—everything felt effortless. Then came that argument. It wasn't even a massive blowup, honestly; I just froze up, didn't know how to respond in the moment, and ended up just walking out. We smoothed things over the next day with plenty of apologies, but I can't shake the feeling that I built this wall around myself after it happened. I'm just not relaxed anymore. PTSD is a hell of a thing. 😬Here’s my take on my own flaws when it comes to arguing.

What was actually so difficult about that last argument? You claimed you were "in love before it happened"—so what, did the feeling just vanish once the shouting stopped?

The problem with responsibility—if you can even call it that—is that I can't stand the thought of people leaning on me. I’ve never been much for group projects; they're just a slow way to let everyone down. My habit of leaving everything until the absolute last second isn't just laziness—it's this constant, nagging fear that I won't meet anyone's expectations, including my own. But here's the reality check: I have to be responsible. I can't spend another few years drifting through college or backpacking across Europe on a whim—not with the financial mess I mentioned earlier. It feels like this sense of duty was forced on me—something piled onto my shoulders years ago—and now everything I do feels mandatory. I don't want to do any of it.

What actually happens when you stop meeting everyone else's expectations?

I suppose a little bit. It was difficult because his behavior triggered memories of my ex. In those moments, my stress levels don't just spike; they skyrocket. I knew he realized he was wrong—I could see it in his eyes—yet he continued to spit out these arrogant, accusatory words. I had built him up in my mind as someone more composed and mature than I am, someone who reads me perfectly; I didn't expect him to "fight" back, I expected him to simply admit fault since he was clearly at fault. When that didn't happen, I gave him space to cool off, and eventually, he apologized once he regained his senses. But that window of time where he acted completely irrational drove me mad, simply because I wasn't prepared for him to act that way.

placidranger said:😍

Let’s start from square one—I assume we’re all here to psychoanalyze me now, right?

You write, I ask. At its core, all I’m doing is interrogating the questions—a minimalist approach. 🙂
Maybe you could help me clear my head.

Based on my own experience, I’ve come to believe there’s a certain wisdom in just staying silent sometimes—it’s rarely worth the energy to fight. Plus, if I just sleep on it, half those issues seem completely ridiculous by morning. I suppose there are merits to arguing; it acts as a sort of release valve for whatever is eating at you, whether that manifests as a screaming match or a productive dialogue. There’s even that slight, perhaps misguided, sense that a partner actually cares about you if they’re willing to get worked up over something you said. But then again, if you look back at my old thread on LIES regarding verbal abuse during conflicts, the dark side is pretty clear—people can get incredibly aggressive, and the damage done in the heat of the moment isn't always easy to fix.

So, you’re basically using arguments as both a pressure valve and a litmus test for whether he actually gives a damn. Why do you need the blowouts and the tests, though? Is he failing to show he cares anywhere else in the relationship?

Before that last blowout with my boyfriend, I was head over heels—everything felt effortless. Then came that argument. It wasn't even a massive blowup, honestly; I just froze up, didn't know how to respond in the moment, and ended up just walking out. We smoothed things over the next day with plenty of apologies, but I can't shake the feeling that I built this wall around myself after it happened. I'm just not relaxed anymore. PTSD is a hell of a thing. 😬Here’s my take on my own flaws when it comes to arguing.

What was actually so difficult about that last argument? You claimed you were "in love before it happened"—so what, did the feeling just vanish once the shouting stopped?

The problem with responsibility—if you can even call it that—is that I can't stand the thought of people leaning on me. I’ve never been much for group projects; they're just a slow way to let everyone down. My habit of leaving everything until the absolute last second isn't just laziness—it's this constant, nagging fear that I won't meet anyone's expectations, including my own. But here's the reality check: I have to be responsible. I can't spend another few years drifting through college or backpacking across Europe on a whim—not with the financial mess I mentioned earlier. It feels like this sense of duty was forced on me—something piled onto my shoulders years ago—and now everything I do feels mandatory. I don't want to do any of it.

What actually happens when you stop meeting everyone else's expectations?

I couldn't say for certain, as I have always filled them out in the past. It is simply a fear of the unknown, clearly 🤷

boldwalker12 said:Look, you’ve basically survived two major hits to the gut with people who actually mattered—your ex and that friend. Toss in the family drama and that crushing anxiety about what comes after graduation (trust me, I went through that exact same mental spiral, and it was brutal), and it’s honestly no wonder you’re feeling pretty low right now. It’s hard to breathe, let alone live life to the fullest, when everything feels this heavy. Have you had a chance to bring any of this up with your therapist yet?

Last week was incredibly turbulent, and unfortunately, my therapist had to reschedule our session for next week. I haven't had the chance to talk yet, nor did I fully realize how close I was to a breaking point until just recently, when I realized I am dissatisfied with almost everything. I need to collect my thoughts first, so I am still preparing for that conversation.

I originally started this thread because both my sister and a close friend asked if I was actually happy right now, and honestly, I couldn't give them a definitive yes. After I shared a small portion of what's been weighing on me, my sister suggested that perhaps I've just become conditioned by all the drama from my psycho ex, and now that things are finally stable, I'm making mountains out of molehills. She wanted some objective perspectives on my complaining.

placidranger said:Do you think there's ever a time when staying quiet to avoid a fight is actually the right move? More broadly, what’s your take on arguing in a relationship? There have to be pros and cons to it, right?

As for ambition... just because I finally got my act together and decided on a career path doesn't mean I'm actually excited about it. That's what "ambition" implies to me—having the drive to chase something. But truthfully, I'm a little terrified of my future career. Even though I know I should be hitting the books right now (😬), I'd much rather sign some paperwork saying I'll be stuck in grad school for another five years just to dodge the weight of actual responsibility.

What's so bad about being responsible?

(I know, I'm throwing a lot at you. Just testing out a new way of communicating here—you're my guinea pig 😁 )

🤣 I'll go with the flow 😬

I think it’s acceptable sometimes. For instance, I dealt with a similar issue at the start of a previous relationship. Let's restart from the beginning, assuming we're conducting a little psychoanalysis here.

My first serious relationship—I won't go into the weeds—was relatively stable. There were a few disagreements, one major crisis, and then a sudden breakup initiated by him. Looking back, those minor frictions toward the end should have been a signal that things weren't working, given how rarely we actually clashed.

When I entered my next relationship, whenever something stung, I would simply shut down. It wasn't even that I was being quiet; I just went blank, which is entirely unlike me. I was like a dog with a conditioned response 😳 where any hint of conflict triggered memories of that breakup. Eventually, after a few months, I managed to move past that silent phase and started speaking up, even when he was being completely irrational. However, since I tend to be more sensitive than most, I started picking at absolutely everything that bothered me, which eventually led to me, quite objectively, nitpicking over trivialities.

With more experience now, I believe it’s fine to let certain things slide because fighting isn't always worth the energy, and often, if I just sleep on it, the issues seem much more trivial the next day. As for the upside of conflict, it allows you to vent whatever is bothering you, whether through an outburst or a constructive conversation, and it can almost give you the impression that your partner actually cares enough to get worked up, though that might be a silly observation. Then again, if you look at my thread on LIES regarding verbal abuse during arguments, the downside is clear: people can become aggressive and truly hurt one another.

Right before my last argument with my boyfriend, I was head over heels; everything felt perfect until this disagreement happened. It wasn't even catastrophic, I just didn't know how to respond in the moment, so I went home. We smoothed things over with apologies the next day, but I feel as though I built a wall around myself after that fight, and I haven't felt relaxed since. I suppose I have a bit of PTSD 😬. So, those are my personal downsides to conflict.

And it’s foolish to enter a relationship expecting everything to run perfectly. It won't. I need to learn that a disagreement isn't the end of the world.

Regarding responsibility, the downside for me is that I dislike people depending on me, I'm not a fan of group work, and I have a tendency to procrastinate. I worry about failing to meet both others' expectations and my own, yet I have to be responsible. I can't spend another few years just messing around at university or backpacking through Europe because of the financial situation I mentioned earlier. It feels as though responsibility has been forced upon me for years now; I dislike having to do things simply because I "have" to.

Your method is good. 😳

My current relationship is actually quite close to what I would consider ideal. My partner provides a sense of peace, security, comfort, and genuine fun—everything I’ve ever looked for in a boyfriend. We do butt heads occasionally, but we resolve things almost immediately. However, there is one recurring issue that bothers me, even though I recently sat him down to discuss it: I feel as though I am constantly swallowing my grievances just to avoid conflict. In my last relationship, the fighting was relentless, spanning days at a time. It was constant drama that inevitably dragged in my friends, his friends, and sometimes even our families. That level of chaos took a physical toll on me, causing several health issues, and I often found myself wishing I could trade all our beautiful moments for even mediocre ones if it meant avoiding a week of fighting. Now, I find myself staying silent about certain things—mostly trivialities—simply to prevent an argument. The last time we had a disagreement, even though it was nothing compared to the explosions with my ex, I felt borderline PTSD; I spent the entire day in such high tension that I couldn't function until we finally reconciled. I don't really vent to my girlfriends about our little friction points because I don't want them to think I'm back in a toxic cycle, and I haven't posted much about it here either, perhaps because these aren't massive issues, though they still weigh on me. Most of our clashes happen when I've had a few drinks and lose that internal filter, finally voicing what has been bothering me. So, I suppose you have a decent idea of where I stand.

As for ambition... just because I've polished myself up and finally decided on a direction doesn't mean I'm actually excited about it. To me, ambition implies having the drive and the hunger to pursue something, and frankly, I'm a bit terrified of my future career. Even though I know I can't afford to stop studying, I probably opened this thread because I really ought to be focusing on 😬 right now. I want to start earning my own money, yet part of me wishes I could just sign some contract committing to another five years of college, if only to dodge the weight of actual responsibility.

I am in my early twenties, finishing up my degree, and lately, I haven’t been feeling like myself at all. Here is how things reached this point...

Last year, I walked away from a relationship that was psychologically devastating, to the point where I had to seek help from a therapist. I spent about six months recovering, finally getting out, rediscovering my own identity, and feeling like I had been reborn. My ex made sure to act like a complete animal during the breakup, so there wasn't much left for me to salvage there.

By the end of the year, I entered a new relationship with an incredible guy. I can say quite clearly that I love him; he is remarkably kind to me, treats me with respect, and is deeply in love with me.

However, over the last few months, I have essentially stopped going out. I used to be incredibly social, surrounded by a large circle of friends, constantly grabbing coffee, and most importantly, I was always singing. It was my passion, more than just a hobby, something I had done since childhood. Regarding my social life, some friction developed within my friend group, which means I can no longer rely on my closest girlfriends like I used to, and I have let touch with the rest of them slip. That wouldn't necessarily be a problem—if I actually reached out, they would come—but I simply lack the will. I would much rather spend my time binge-watching a thousand different series or watching documentaries with my boyfriend. He calls me to go out quite often, but I rarely feel like leaving. It is somewhat ironic, considering I used to criticize my ex for being controlling and picking fights about me going out; now, with a partner who does nothing of the sort, I just stay home and watch TV. For the sake of context, I was never a heavy party person to begin with—maybe once a month—but I can’t even remember the last time I truly went out with my girls. As for singing, I have abandoned it entirely. I went from being that girl in high school who would throw her stuff in her room and belt out songs until her family came home, to someone who perhaps hums along once a week if my boyfriend insists. I don't sing in any bands anymore; I tried starting my own project last year, but after two or three rehearsals, the summer hit and I just couldn't find the drive to push forward again.

I am also quite dissatisfied with the college degree I am about to complete. To be fair, I finally found my footing in my senior year and have a general idea of what I want to do professionally, but the reality of it terrifies me. The responsibilities, the bills, all of it. What is most frustrating is that I was always a stellar student, yet the weight of accountability scares me because I have always been someone who leaves everything until the very last minute.

At home, the situation is tense; we are in so much debt that I honestly don't even want to know the specific amount because the thought of it is overwhelming. My relationship with my younger brother is incredibly strained, and he treats our mother so poorly that I occasionally feel like losing my temper with him. They are actually arguing over lunch right now, and I have retreated to my room to avoid listening to it. Again.

In short, I suspect my dissatisfaction stems from the fact that I am no longer actively pursuing anything. My days consist of sleeping until noon or one, heading to campus if I feel up to it, scrolling through social media all afternoon, and spending my evenings at my boyfriend's place until 2 or 3 a.m., only to repeat the cycle. I realize this isn't healthy, but I lack the ambition to change. I am wondering if I am deeply depressed or if I am simply making excuses for my own lethargy.

This sense of discontent leads me to constantly question whether my current relationship is actually right for me. Perhaps I am simply unaccustomed to being treated well—to not being harassed, yelled at, or belittled. To make matters worse, my ex still resurfaces every couple of months with some nonsense, which pushes me to the edge of my nerves and sends me into a total spiral that ruins my entire week (for what it's worth, he reached out last week).

What is wrong with me? 🤷

Elizabeth Price85 said:I am currently a patient at the Holy Spirit hospital system. If you are looking for an appointment there, you can just call the Mayo Clinic at 555-0199; provided your doctor hasn't already recommended a specific specialist and you don't have a particular preference, you might as well ask which provider has the earliest availability.

Just make sure you schedule the ultrasound to fall somewhere between day five and day ten of your cycle.

Haha, I actually don't have a regular cycle—I’ve only had one period in the last six months, which is exactly why I'm going in to figure out what is going on. 🙂

Thanks, by the way. 😉

Hello.

My primary care physician handed me a referral for an ultrasound of my uterus and adnexa. I’ve already had one performed by my regular gynecologist, but she provided this specific referral because she wants a second opinion. She mentioned that I could schedule this at any hospital, excluding Mass General, and that we should meet in a week to review the findings. To be honest, I have my doubts that any facility will take me on as a walk-in or offer an immediate appointment just because I requested one. Where have you all gone for ultrasounds, and what kind of wait times should I realistically expect so I know where to start looking?

melloworca6 said:Regarding thyroid medication, absolutely; as for anything related to sexual health, I can't say for certain, since lately some tests and prescriptions that used to be standard for primary care physicians to handle are suddenly being pushed off to specialists. It’s worth asking your doctor, though—you have nothing to lose.

I know for a fact you can get thyroid scripts, because my own GP handles everything from my medication refills to my hormone labs and referrals to endocrinologists.

Fair enough, thanks for the insight. 🙂

Not quite. I need to head over to my primary care physician sometime this week, and I was wondering if she could provide the referral for that instead of Dr. Ginić.

I am back again 😬
Here is the situation:

I was on birth control for two years straight, right up until this past summer when I decided to take a break. I took my last pill at the end of July, had one final period, and then nothing until November 11th, when my cycle finally returned because my gynecologist prescribed Duphaston. It is now December 29th and my period has vanished once more 🙂. Trying to get an appointment with my doctor is a total lottery; I haven't been able to reach anyone the last few days, so I am looking for some insight here. What should my next move be? My intention was to restart the pill—partly for contraception and partly to regulate my cycle—but I am concerned about how much my hormones have shifted. I am unsure if I need to stabilize my cycle before starting the pill again, or if the pill itself will handle the stabilization. Just to provide some context: even before I started the pill, my cycles were quite irregular; specifically, immediately prior to starting medication, I went two and a half months without a period..