Posts by ambermason16

Betty Bennett10 said:Look, did you even see what my (ancient) post was actually referring to?

Yeah... because you're quoting what it was about???

The logical assumption would be that it’s about warnings regarding terrible gynecologists, but since I left my crystal ball at home, I guess the mystery remains unsolved.. 🙄

Betty Bennett10 said:I don't think it's really appropriate to post things like this about people publicly.

Oh, so what's better? Just end up on a regimen of interferon injections and apple cider vinegar?!🙄

Look, we aren't making anything up here; we are strictly reporting the facts of what actually happened. If certain doctors want to run shady operations, they should be held accountable for their actions. I am incredibly grateful for any solid advice or recommendations, especially when it involves my own health and well-being.

Amy White2 said:My former gynecologist is the absolute pinnacle of incompetence—Dr. Nitzic. I’m talking both his hospital practice and his private clinic. This guy actually refused to write me a prescription for Canesten (???) and instead had the audacity to suggest I just "gently rinse" everything with apple cider vinegar. After two months of pure misery, when I finally went back to beg him for actual cream and suppositories, the idiot looks me in the eye and implies it's happening because my boyfriend is cheating on me! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! What an absolute jerk... anyway, he won't be seeing me ever again.

Get lost, stay away from the downtown core!

Are you kidding me right now? Seriously? Just... NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I can't even deal with this level of absolute nonsense today. It’s like trying to drive through a blizzard in a sedan with no heater—just pure, unadulterated frustration. Give me a break! 😂

I’m about to dive into this reading, and honestly, I’m already fuming. I am ready to absolutely tear Nižetić apart! What did he ever do to me? Good grief! Because of some changes in my cervix, he spent two and a half years nagging me about those interferon injections in that exact same spot. And don't even get me started on the cost—one single dose costs an absolute fortune! $117 It’s like this: you get a little something—maybe a modest bonus or a small perk once a month—and then suddenly, you're spending the entire following night shivering and puking with a 104-degree fever. It’s a total wash. One minute you think you've gained an inch, and the next, life hits you with a sledgehammer that leaves you incapacitated for twenty-four hours. It's completely irrational.

Of course. After every single round of being poked and prodded—it’s like dealing with Dad.

He keeps trying to convince me that I CANNOT have a biopsy. His reasoning? Apparently, I’m just too "small down there" for him to perform the procedure without causing permanent damage. To quote his exact, ridiculous words: "any potential child would just leak out."

It’s a constant cycle of two steps forward and one step back. Things stabilize for a minute, then they crash. They improve, then they tank again. It’s exhausting. And honestly? The uncertainty is paralyzing. I’m stuck living in this constant fear that if some butcher at the clinic performs a biopsy, I’ll be left barren forever. What a pathetic, cliché way to describe it, but that's exactly how it feels.

Two and a half years... and what? That’s the question, isn't it? We sit here, we wait, we watch the clock tick away like a slow leak in a tire, and for what? Two and a half years of nothing but empty promises and stalled momentum. It's like waiting for a train at a station that was decommissioned decades ago. You just stand there, staring at the rusted tracks, wondering if you've completely lost your mind. Time doesn't just vanish; it gets stolen. And right now, it feels like we've been robbed blind. $3333 Later on, I’m going to lose my mind (excuse my language). I’ll just walk out, find a different doctor, and get everything done in three days—Pap smear, biopsy, and the LETZ procedure. Then, the very next Pap will come back clean. 👍

P.S. I won't even get started on Nižetić’s legendary one-liners. He’s got that sharp, biting wit. Remember when he brought up that ridiculous rubber duck thing? "Hehehe... is that how you push it, kid?" And don't even get me started on his commentary during the butt-slapping bit... yeah, I know, I know.🙄 Good grief! I bet you absolutely love it when some little brat keeps messing with you like that! 🙂 )

It’s just... unbelievable. Truly. How can anyone look at this situation and not see the sheer absurdity of it all? It’s like watching a slow-motion train wreck where everyone involved is arguing about the color of the conductor's hat instead of grabbing a shovel. Absolute madness. 🤣

Has anyone actually tried this? (Assuming these bandages even work, which is a big if...) Do you think it would help to slap one over a popped pimple that's left a little raw wound behind?

(And no, it’s not me... I'm asking for a friend, 😬 )

Justin Howard58 said:after this, nobody reading this is ever going to take me or Penny seriously again
Honestly, I couldn't care less.
If you’re that fragile, that’s your problem.
Am I out here wearing a Red Cross armband? Of course not. Am I supposed to be constantly worried about the mental or physical well-being of my fellow Americans? Sure, I should.
But I won't.
Are you going to vomit? No. Are you going to shoot up a vein? No. So what am I going to do about it?
As long as you aren't affecting me personally, everything is fine. No moral obligation is going to force censorship on me.
Things can get under my skin, but as long as I'm kept at arm's length, it stays strictly as words on a screen.

Despite my endless attempts (at least in these online circles) to rein in my own short temper, every once in a while, I run into a specific breed of person that really gets under my skin—the eternal wannabe. They’re wannabe cynics, wannabe sarcasms, wannabe intellectuals, wannabe bitches, wannabe comedians... just a constant loop of wannabes. Usually, they fall into these categories:

- They show up uninvited and try to hijack the entire conversation to suit their own agenda. Even when nobody asked for their opinion, they just can't help themselves. It’s the same pattern: even a trivial topic about some girl wanting to lose three pounds becomes the perfect stage for them to perform their routine of becoming a wannabe reckless (in three infantile outbursts).

- Their statements usually follow a formula: one attempt at being edgy, followed by one explanation. It’s because they are terrified that nobody will recognize their "wit" or "badassery" after they spout some nonsense, so they feel compelled to explain how they are actually cold-blooded cynics or how that comment was actually hilarious.

- They love assigning importance to themselves. Actually, let's call it what it is: they love assigning extreme importance to themselves. I shouldn't have to explain this, right? But here we go... despite being fully aware of their own insignificance (both in the thread and in the grand scheme of things), they try to convince us that every fiber of their being is infused with a sense of absolute superiority.

- They love to hide behind vague mumbling. It's a defense mechanism so no one recognizes them if they ran into them on the street in downtown Chicago; because while they act like tough fighters here, out in the real world, they're total crybabies. Sometimes they'll even lie about something obvious, like shaving years off their age just so we'll all think, "Jesus... she's so young... yet so a) smart b) well-read c) eloquent d) cool as a cucumber e) fake g) wannabe wannabe wannabe."

I could go on like this forever. But Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn. ☕