It’s the exact same story over here. Honestly, once I’ve had a drink or someone pushes my buttons just a little too far, I turn bright red—like, full-on tomato status. 😢
I actually sat down with my doctor to talk about it, and she basically told me it's all psychological... like, if I could just learn to chill out more and maybe work on some self-confidence, it might settle down. 🙄
I mean, I’ve gotta ask—why on earth would anyone bother getting a gastroscopy if the main issue is just low iron levels? It feels totally unnecessary, right? 🤷
Puberty? Look, everyone goes through it—it’s practically a rite of passage. Some people act like total idiots, others are just a little messy, but we all deal with the chaos.
I really don't think you're dealing with manic depression.
Honestly, you can just walk into any local clinic or urgent care center and ask if they’re taking new patients. It's not like there's some secret gatekeeper, you know?
I can shoot you a DM with my primary doctor's office number if you want—though, full disclosure, I actually just switched over to her myself only a few months back.
brisktinker15 said:Lara, I’ve been reading through your story—and look, I haven't jumped into your other threads because, honestly, I didn't feel like I had anything profound to contribute.
But here? Here, I have to say something. For the love of God, please don't start popping that junk. What is some random deity going to do for you with those pathetic little pills?! Half the garbage doctors shove at us just to get us out of their offices works on nothing more than a placebo effect anyway. Reading your posts, it’s crystal clear that you're a tough person—you've got backbone—and I seriously doubt you need those mental "adjusters." Give me a break. You're going to pull through this on your own without relying on little candy-coated crutches. Doctors prescribe heavy hitters like Normabel, Leksaurin, or Praksitene almost by reflex... just to get rid of you... as a sort of consolation prize for people who lack actual grit. I don't see you being one of those types, so just—don't.
I know way too many people who tried to fix their entire lives with a pill bottle, only to end up in a much deeper hole. Don't do it. You don't need to be numbed out; you need the exact opposite—absolute, razor-sharp clarity. Time. Time is what does the work. It heals everything eventually.
It’s this crazy cycle where the more painkillers you start popping, the more your body basically shrugs them off—like, "Oh, is that all you got?"—and before you know it, you’re needing double the dose just to feel even a tiny bit of relief. Seriously, try to keep the pills to an absolute minimum.
I mean, technically, you could. At least, that’s how I’ve always handled it. You just go up to her, tell her you want to switch over to her plan, and she hands you the paperwork. You fill it out, drop it off at the Medicare office, and boom—that should be the end of it.
I’m on Logitech and honestly? I haven't had a single issue. Like, zero extra weight gain, no breakouts—my face is totally clear—and I don't have to deal with any annoying excess hair growth... At the end of the day, I really think it just comes down to the individual—everyone's body reacts to different pills in its own way.
Honestly, it could be all in your head—like, purely psychological. I used to deal with this constant redness in my face all the time, just because of some stupid stress or whatever. 🙄
Or, I don't know, maybe it's rosacea? You should probably do a little digging on Google.
Honestly, I don't even think they bothered putting a harness on me—it felt more like they just interrogated me about ten different times to make sure I wasn't, you know, pregnant or something. 🙄
Seriously, even when I went in for my dental X-rays, they made me sign this whole legal waiver stating the clinic wouldn't be held liable if it turned out I was pregnant—and then they had me write down the exact date of my last period.