Nancy Price72 said:Find other ways to vent your frustrations—it won't kill you in an hour by sitting in a smoky room. Honestly, the urban grind is what’s actually killing you. If you've got a problem, go protest against cars or industrial plants instead. I'm a former smoker myself—so I'm hardly in a position to complain.☕
If a smoker doesn't get a cigarette every hour, they’ll probably drop dead—idiots.
jadetiger962 said:So, if some moron decides to light up on the subway, I’m expected to just step off? Or if an even bigger idiot refuses to stop smoking in the non-smoking section of a Starbucks—I should just walk away?
Those types of people need to be taught a lesson—hard—if they even think about opening their mouths.
Perhaps the absolute worst part is how most bars lack decent ventilation—leaving everything choked with smoke. They ought to be shutting those places down instead of letting people poison themselves.
A friend of mine is dealing with some pretty heavy stuff. I’m honestly surprised by how well he’s handling it. One day everything just fell apart—emergency services were called. He’s been stuck in a hospital in Los Angeles for a week now, being put on sedatives. Apparently, it’s all due to stress.
Is there any location where I can walk in, pay, get tested, and receive my results all at once? Ideally, everything would be handled in a single visit.
Karen Mendoza20 said:Oh, please. I already told you—you could get this surgery done in a few months by a guy who’s already satisfied two other women from this forum. The procedure itself isn't painful—it's just uncomfortable for about two weeks afterward—but honestly, that minor discomfort doesn't even compare to dealing with this daily misery for the rest of your life.
I’d much rather be satisfied by a woman than some guy. How can you say it doesn't hurt when you wake up with a nose like this? 🙂
I know, but I really don't feel like going through that whole ordeal all over again. 😘
Sam Hughes5 said:I’ve got that deviated septum too—my sinuses are a disaster. It gets worse every single year, yet I haven't seriously considered surgery. For now, I just stick to drops, nasal sprays, and a constant cycle of antibiotics and allergy meds because the infections never seem to end.😢
It really ought to be fixed—definitely—but the issue is finding an actual quality solution.
Here are some private options, - though results vary.
restlesspilot32 said:I've been using operil spray for two months because nothing else works... my sinuses are a total wreck... can this be operated on or something?
If you have a deviated septum, surgery is an option—though it’s painful and often (too often) unsuccessful—and the waitlist is usually about a year long. If you could actually get it done by a top-tier specialist under decent conditions, it might be worth dropping $5,000–$10,000$0.00, though I'm not sure if such options even exist here in the States.
frozenbison122 said:operil is top-tier—I use it myself. Though, if I recall correctly, you shouldn't go over three days. Are you planning on using it longer than that?
I’ll need it for the rest of my life. I plan on using it until my nose falls off.
He’d claim he could go toe-to-toe with any celebrity or tycoon—everyone wants a piece of him, yet nobody can actually find someone genuine. Most guys just want to be his buddy, while most women—the good ones, anyway—want to date him. It’s exhausting. He can't even enjoy a night out without feeling the weight of everyone's expectations—the need to be the life of the party, the funniest guy in the room, and so on. It wears a man down.
Anyway, I'm pretty sure that's a job for a therapist.
Those last two posts were truly profound. But what’s the move here? He’s still popular—everyone wants an invite to his circle—yet he has zero interest in socializing. Perhaps there’s a psychological component at play; would a psychiatrist be able to offer any actual insight? Or is this just his baseline—unfixable? Maybe some financial success would change his outlook—give him a sense of freedom.
They have the looks, the brains, the pedigree—everything. But my friend is a wreck. Growing than a kid, he had it all: top of his class, strongest in the room, everyone’s favorite. He was convinced he’d conquer the world—wealth, power, the whole nine yards. That dream never materialized—maybe because of some economic collapse or who knows what else. Is that the crux of it? Most kids dream big too, yet they don't end up miserable when reality sets in. Is there actually a cure for this?
In the US, new products have to clear rigorous testing protocols—usually spanning three or four distinct stages—before they ever hit the shelves. These are categorized as Phase 1, Phase 2, and so on. I’m choosing to believe the product name was selected at random; it would be quite unfortunate if it actually indicated they were only in Phase 2. Do check on that—nobody wants to be an accidental guinea pig.