I was scrolling through some sports feeds this morning and realized how much of a roller coaster this time of year is. It’s that weird limbo where you’re either incredibly pumped for a fresh start or just deeply skeptical because you’ve seen too many "rebuilding years" turn into absolute disasters.
Every time a new season approaches, there's always that specific group of fans who act like this is finally the year everything changes. I remember back in my early twenties, I used to stay up way too late following every single transfer rumor, convinced that one specific signing would be the magic bullet. Now? I usually just sit back and wait for the actual results to start rolling in before I let myself get excited.
It feels like the stakes are always higher than they should be during the summer, but the actual momentum doesn't hit until the games actually matter.
Do you guys get genuinely hyped during the off-season, or are you more of a "wait and see" type of supporter?
lonefalcon41 said:@Chloe Nguyen3/">@@Chloe Nguyen3: I am totally with you on this. I finally got an appointment at the health center late last November, and the guy actually had the nerve to look at me like I was crazy, asking why I even needed an ultrasound since I'm "young" (as if I am!). Ugh, I honestly just want to forget that whole interrogation about why I need the scan. lol.
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Listen, lonefalcon41, you absolutely did the right thing by trusting your gut. I'm 38 now. I had my kid when I was 26 and breastfed for a year and a half. Honestly, until two years ago, I never even thought about getting a breast ultrasound, and nobody ever told me I should—not even my OBGYN. Apparently, they’re supposed to check that stuff too, but I had no clue. About two years back, due to some massive stress, I started getting these sharp pains in my left breast. At first, I legit thought it was my heart acting up. Eventually, I figured it was probably the breast itself. And man, was I surprised—turns out I have water cysts and those fatty tissue things, fibroadenomas (correct me if I've got the name wrong, I don't have my paperwork handy). If it turned out to be something malignant? God, I would never forgive myself for not getting checked sooner.
I remember hearing somewhere—maybe from a doctor or just reading online—that your first breast ultrasound should happen around the same time as your first gynecological exam, maybe around age 15, and then you should just follow up every year. An ultrasound isn't even painful or uncomfortable, but it literally saves lives.
It's great that you're getting checked. Even if the results come back fine, keep doing it every year. Never stop looking out for yourself, because given the state of the world we live in, the "system" definitely doesn't care enough about us.
lonefalcon41 said:Does anyone know where the shortest waitlist is for a breast ultrasound? What’s the situation like at local health clinics? I wanted to book something at Laginjin or Runjanin, but I can't find an email address to schedule anything, and I honestly don't have the time to drop by in person.🤷
I have no clue. I'm not even from NYC. But once a year, I make the trip into the city specifically for a breast ultrasound, and I always go private to see Anderson Cooper. Seriously, I can't recommend her enough—she found cysts that the local doctors missed even when they were looking right at them. Her equipment is so high-tech that you don't even need a biopsy or a mammogram if she's checking you on her machine (though I did both before because I hadn't heard of her yet). This isn't an ad or anything, just my experience. It's the second year in a row I've gone to her, and after comparing the results, I can finally sleep easy after my appointments. The best part for me is that it's always the same doctor; at the hospital, I get a different random doctor every single time, and I usually end up waiting anywhere from six months to a full year for an appointment. With her, I'm in right away, and the exam cost me $200. My whole philosophy has always been: it's better to shell out $200 once a year for a solid checkup and wear old shoes—which is what I do—so I can actually live in peace, rather than spending months waiting for an appointment and living in constant anxiety.
Quick question: where in the US can I get an MRI done? It doesn't really matter what for right now, just something related to a previous surgery.
So, here’s the deal: my discharge papers don't mention anything about "soft tissue," the surgeon hasn't said a word about it, and my orthopedic doctor (private practice) doesn't want to bother ordering an MRI because he thinks he doesn't really need it. But my lawyer is breathing down my neck for every single medical report possible for this lawsuit, and if I don't get an MRI, there's zero chance of proving any potential soft tissue damage in court. On a personal level, I also need the MRI so I know exactly what kind of damage we're talking about. I play sports recreationally, and honestly, I'm terrified of jumping back in and reinjuring myself. I have no clue what my "capacity" is like after this surgery, and since my sport can be pretty explosive—basically mimicking professional athletics at times—I can't afford to guess.
Why is getting an MRI prescription such a massive headache? I have a follow-up with the surgeon in a few days, but all he cares about is the bone. He checks it every single time via X-ray, but you can't see soft tissue on an X-ray.
I already told the surgeon that I'm an athlete, but so far, these guys have only been interested in looking at bones.
Does anyone have a phone number for an imaging center where you can just call, book an appointment, get the MRI done, have the doctor read the results, pay your bill, and be out the door?
Brandon Foster7 said:Nowadays, when a teacher wants to tell a kid they’re just slow, they sugarcoat it and tell the parents: "Your child is hyperactive."
And everyone’s happy. The dim kid, the overachieving parents, and the frustrated teacher.😉
p.s. This isn't even about the original post, just a random thought that dropped in.
In the original post, the only idiot is the teacher. Seriously, you can't win against that kind of narrow-mindedness.
Just mess with her: tell her she should have a silhouette like B (perky backside), but instead, she looks like D (big gut).
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I mean, we all know what hyperactivity looks like in kids, and back when my little guy was in preschool, people suggested he might be hyperactive, but I never once linked that to him being slow (even though he could be a handful 🙄 ). To me, it was just that he had these massive bursts of energy where he was super "on." Honestly, isn't it basically a fact that hyperactive kids tend to be more intelligent than average? Pretty sure I read that somewhere.
I’ve heard it said that actual geniuses are rare in academia—that most professors are basically just people who barely scraped by in school and ended up teaching because the entrance requirements were a joke or there just wasn't much competition that year. Honestly, I had some kids in my high school class who are teachers now, and if I’m being real, it was a total joke to me when I found out. I won't get into all the messy details, but man, I used to write these killer English essays for them, and while I wouldn't say I was some straight-A scholar, I could definitely hold my own... meanwhile, some of these guys today couldn't even string a coherent sentence together. Sure, maybe they figured things out once they got to college and finally settled into their office chairs, but what happened to actually knowing your stuff before you started lecturing?
... and then you go ahead and insult her like that. Even if she's a total mess, look, she’s a human being—maybe not a class act, sure, but she gave you what you wanted. Honestly, the way you're acting says a lot more about your own character than hers, and it really opens up a whole different set of issues.
granitefalcon26 said:I'd much rather spend my day scuba diving with dolphins or sharks than wasting time on family stuff.☕
So, how many days a year are you actually out there diving with sharks? My guess is you did it once in your life at some exotic spot and that was it. And hey, that’s fine—if that one trip keeps you stoked for the next ten years, or if you're loaded enough to pull it off again next year, whatever. Look, even when you've got kids running around, you can still carve out some actual freedom and find time to just exist without someone breathing down your neck.
I’ve never actually done the whole single life thing since I’ve been with my man since forever, but honestly, I think living alone would suck. Like, the idea of having to eat lunch by myself every single day or going to bed in an empty house? Yeah, no thanks. We’ve basically mastered the art of being married and raising kids while still giving each other space to breathe, which is why I can be sitting here scrolling through this forum right now while my husband and our kid are glued to some Hulk Hogan rerun that I couldn't care less about. By the way, you guys are out here talking about those night shift workers like they’re nothing, and someone actually had the nerve to call them Kanye Wests. That’s just straight-up trashy behavior. It’s pretty pathetic when you consider you’re all still using their services while spitting on them like that; honestly, your sweat and everything else is basically mixed in with what they provide. As far as I'm concerned, none of you have any business even opening your mouths on this topic.
How can you even look at yourself in the mirror after sleeping with a woman like that? I don't care if you actually paid her for the privilege or whatever—it still feels wrong. How do you just go about your day afterward?
So I tried dropping a fifty in earlier and the machine just spat it right back at me, which was super annoying, but then I tried that trick you guys mentioned where you basically rub the bill against the machine and it actually worked, it took it immediately 😁 Honestly, this hack totally works even though the whole situation feels pretty ridiculous 😁 👍
I'll give it a shot, but you gotta tell me where exactly I'm supposed to be rubbing 😁 is it that big plastic thing, like an advertisement panel, or right above or below the coin slot? Where am I supposed to scrub this thing exactly?😁
Gerald Sanchez26 said:Why the hell aren't nickels reliable for vending machines? Every single time I have loose change, I have to dodge those nickels because like 60% of the machines won't even take them...
Seriously, why?
Same headache every morning.
My gut feeling is that they aren't all exactly the same weight, and these machines are basically just rigged to react to how heavy the coin is. Anyway, I'm sure some nice guy who services the machines will pop up here to explain the actual science behind it, but until then, I’m putting my money on the weight thing.
Angela Wright said:Just be blunt about it and tell them you politely asked to be left alone, then shut down the whole conversation and just keep walking down the hall. Decisive, you know?
I'll figure something out. Thanks for the reply. 🙂
Angela Wright, mine just won't budge. Honestly, I think playing it cool and just ignoring the drama is actually working for now. I’ve tried that stuff you mentioned a few times already, but it didn't do squat. It feels like people seriously need to be met with total silence so they finally realize they've crossed the line—it’s pathetic on their part, but hey, it works for me. I never thought I'd be the type to shut someone out with a smile on my face without feeling a single sting emotionally. Sad for me, right? Guess I'm just evolving... straight into a caveman.
Hey everyone! So, here’s the deal: I’ve been dealing with malignant melanoma, specifically Clark / Breslow III. They cut out the mole, then had to go back in for a second surgery to widen the margins, taking out quite a bit of tissue along with two lymph nodes under my armpit. So far, the results look okay—no radiation or chemo yet. It feels like I might have dodged a bullet, but hey, only time will tell. I’m just hoping for the best. Overall, I feel pretty solid, both physically and mentally, and I’m actually back at work now. What’s eating at me, though, is the environment. There are certain people at the office who constantly remind me of my illness on a daily basis. I’ve tuned most of them out, but there’s this one high-ranking person who is obsessively fixated on my health. She jumps at every single chance to lecture me about every tiny detail of my condition. Look, I’m a fighter, and I’m a person of faith. I know Bog has been watching over me from the start, because honestly, it’s a total mystery to me how I’m handling all of this with such insane ease. Thank Him for that. But seriously, this person’s constant "soul-searching" and meddling is starting to get under my skin. She’s basically poking at my wounds by involving herself in something that is absolutely none of her business. I’ve realized lately how much it’s messing with my head; after her little monologues, I’m just totally scattered. It’s time for me to push back a bit more firmly and politely tell her to "back off." It’s a tricky situation because I used to report directly to her before I got sick, and I actually requested a transfer because my old role was way too stressful—something I definitely can't handle while dealing with this illness. Plus, once I’m fully recovered, there’s a real chance I might end up back in that same position. So, how do I pull off this "maneuver" without making it messy or unprofessional? Thanks for any advice, Best, Chloe Nguyen3.
Chloe Nguyen3 said:You don't even need to lecture me because the doctor already laid it all out perfectly in his book, and thank God he actually confirmed some of this stuff, which is probably why people hate him so much.[/ seriously, just go vent about him in his own thread or start a whole new topic if you want to talk trash, fine.
You’re being super critical of—clearly your own professor, Mr. Marušić—without even backing up your posts with actual arguments, and then you try to kick me off a thread about gynecologists when the professor explained everything in detail in his book. Basically, I’m staying on topic and providing examples, while you’re just acting triggered and trying to tell everyone how you’re "just a med student" and how clearly Mr. Marušić holds a grudge against you. And you aren't kicking anyone off anything, including me, as long as I stick to the subject, whether it's you or anyone else.
Anyway, back to gynecology... I honestly think female gynecologists tend to be more careful than their male counterparts, though they can definitely be rougher too, especially if they're working in environments surrounded by guys or if they feel like they constantly have to prove themselves. I've dealt with one of those "heavy-handed" doctors at a maternity ward before. From what I've seen, out of five male gynecologists, you might find one sweet, attentive soul. Bedside manner isn't everything, but I remember reading a news story recently about this one OBGYN who women were absolutely raving about everywhere—total charmer. Turns out, he was a complete disaster professionally. Those types always show up eventually.
Nancy Garcia29 said:yeah, guys go into OB-GYN because every single woman walking through those doors is young, hot, and totally high-maintenance. 🤦
and to whoever is suggesting they read that book by Marušić—honestly, this person has clearly never even looked at a patient in their life, let alone performed a clinical exam. unless we're counting field mice, obviously. 🙄
You don't need to say anything, because the doctor already laid it all out perfectly in his book. Thank God he actually confirmed some of this stuff, which is exactly why people hate on him.