Posts by Brenda Ramos2

Yeah, honestly, I was just about to say the exact same thing. It doesn't happen every single night, but man, it's pretty obvious some people are just bored out of their minds tonight.

boldcrane6 said:So I just went ahead and uninstalled AdBlock Plus from my browser and then did a clean reinstall, and now it’s stopped redirecting me to that site altogether. 😕 😁

I don't think that's really the issue here, honestly. It stopped doing that to me too.

Same here, honestly.

It works perfectly for us at home. I live with my parents, and all three of us are on daily meds. Whenever someone’s running low on their prescription, we just give the clinic a call, the nurse types up whatever we need, and any one of us can just swing by the pharmacy to pick it up. They’ve never asked to see an ID or anything like that—just the insurance card for whoever the medicine is for. We used to have to go see the doctor in person just to get referrals, but now it’s just a trip to the pharmacy and everything is smooth sailing. 🙂
Now, look, it’s definitely a messy situation when a mistake happens like the one mentioned, but honestly? I trust my doctor to sort it out. She’s a total sweetheart and genuinely cares about her patients. 👍

I don't know what to tell you guys. I’ve been sitting here thinking about this for a while now. It’s just one of those things that hits you when you aren't looking. You see how everything is moving so fast lately. It’s heavy. Honestly? I feel like we’re all just trying to catch our breath while the world decides to sprint in ten different directions at once. I was talking to melloworca6 about it the other day. We were going on and on. Just staring at the screen, trying to make sense of the chaos. It’s exhausting. People act like they have it all figured out, but let’s be real—nobody does. We’re all just winging it. Every single one of us. And that’s okay. It’s more than okay, actually. It’s the only way to survive the madness without losing your mind completely. Just keep pushing. Keep breathing. That’s the whole game. kaže:
Ugh, seriously, the smell of lamb just turns my stomach. There is absolutely nothing anyone could do to make me sit there and eat that stuff. It’s honestly the worst part about being at weddings—everyone around me is digging into huge plates of roast lamb, and I’m just sitting there feeling totally nauseous.

I totally get where you're coming from. Honestly, I can't stand lamb either.
But honestly? I’m totally down to eat pretty much any other kind of meat. No complaints there. 😁

melloworca6 said:Honestly, lamb just smells terrible to me. There’s nothing anyone could do to make me sit there and eat it. It’s the absolute worst when I’m at a wedding and everyone else is digging into a big platter of lamb while my stomach is doing somersaults.

I don't know, I just listen to my gut. If a smell or a taste turns me off, there's usually a reason for it, so I just steer clear of those foods entirely.

Exactly. That’s the exact same struggle I have with so many different foods. It's such a headache because a ton of stuff is labeled as "healthy"—or at least that's what the marketing tells you—but if my body is reacting poorly to it, then my body knows best. Period.

So, my hair is super curly and pretty much bone-dry, whereas my sister? Her hair is dead straight and gets incredibly oily. But get this—when she was around 17 or 18, out of nowhere, her hair turned exactly like mine. Just totally curly and dry. She was riding that high for about four years before it flipped back again, and now she’s stuck with that greasy, straight hair once more. On my end, there was this one stretch where I was dealing with some massive stress, and my hair just... gave up. It didn't go completely straight, but it lost all its life, if that makes sense. Once that whole crisis passed, though, my "normal" hair finally came back.

So, I dealt with a bowel obstruction. Honestly, it was this massive psychological and physical shock because there was zero time to prep for surgery. One minute I’m in total agony in the middle of the night and rushing to the ER, and the next thing I know, I’m being wheeled into surgery the very next morning. It was wild—like, one day I'm totally fine, and the next I'm post-op. Even though it's been six months now, I still have these frequent dreams about being on that operating table, and I haven't fully processed the trauma of it all. The scar just feels like this constant, nagging reminder.
To be honest, it's not even about what other people think when they see the scar. It's more about how I feel myself; whenever I feel eyes on it, I get this exposed sensation, almost like I'm walking around naked, and it just feels uncomfortable. Since I'm not exactly the most "outgoing" type of person anyway, finding the nerve to go skinny dipping or even just hit the pool is a huge struggle. But who knows, maybe by the end of summer I'll finally find the courage to take that step. 🙂

Honestly, I just don't feel right going out when I know people are staring at my scar. To be fair, I grew up by the coast, so being near the water was always just part of life—I’m not "addicted" to it or anything. But lately, I actually find skipping a swim more comfortable than having to deal with everyone's eyes on my scar.
And I’m struggling with the same thing ruggedscout91 mentioned; it’s this constant, nagging reminder of everything that went down, and frankly, I can't even stand looking at it myself.

So, my scar starts just below my chest and stretches way down past my belly button. I haven't actually measured it, but it basically runs right across the middle of my stomach. It’s about 6 months old now, and honestly, it's still pretty raised and this deep, dark pink color. The doctors used skin glue to close it up instead of traditional stitches, so I was really expecting it to fade way faster than this. It also gets itchy sometimes, and occasionally it even stings a little bit. Not sure what else to say, but I've been using Contractubex ever since the scabs fell off—though there wasn't much scabbing, and they dropped off pretty quickly after the surgery. Anyway, because of this, I’m skipping the beach this summer. I’m definitely not buying a new swimsuit, and the two-piece ones I already own show the scar off way too clearly. As for diving, I don't think that has anything to do with the scar itself.

Look, whenever I’m back home during the summer, I just crank the AC up to the max and lie right in front of the vent so it blows directly on me. Honestly, I’ve been doing this for years and never had a single issue.

BTW, I can't stand the heat at all, so this is basically my lifeline.

Growing up, I honestly never gave a damn about drafts. Nobody ever sat me down and warned me that sitting in a breeze was some kind of health hazard, and just like you, I never ended up getting sick from it. I actually remember being a kid and purposely standing right in the draft just so my hair would dry faster—obviously during the summer, because I wasn't trying to freeze my butt off in a winter wind. Then, once I hit my thirties, my boyfriend decided to "educate" me on the whole terrifying concept of drafts and, blah, blah, blah... how they’re supposedly bad for you. That was literally the first time anyone had ever framed a draft as something dangerous. Honestly? I just laughed it off and kept doing what I was doing.
I don't know, maybe it bothers some people, but personally, I don't even think twice about it unless I'm freezing (in the winter, obviously) or if it's just hitting me full force. Right now, there's actually a light breeze blowing through my room and it feels great. 😉

Honestly, I went in for laser hair removal on my face and it was such a breeze, I didn't even feel a thing.

Brenda Cooper3 said:did you end up seeing an OB-GYN later on to figure out why your period was running that late? 😕

Nah, I didn't, but honestly, it's been forever since then—like, over a decade. I've seen my doctor plenty of times since that happened.
I don't have any major issues now, so whatever caused it back then, it was just a one-off thing.

It’s been about two months for me. It was back during the summer, and I knew for a fact that pregnancy wasn't even an option, so I just went through the days, one by one, for two whole months. Then my period finally showed up and everything just went back to being totally regular.

I don't know, man. Just sitting here thinking about how much everything changes, you know? Like, one day you're all set, everything's clicking, and then—bam. Life just happens. It’s messy. Honestly, it’s always been messy. I feel like people try too hard to make sense of things, to put them in these neat little boxes, but that’s just not how it works in the real world. It’s more like a constant stream of chaos that you just have to learn to ride. You can't fight the wave, you just gotta stay on the board. That's the only way to survive it, really. Simple, but nobody ever wants to admit it because it's not "polished." Whatever. Just my two cents. kaže:
The absolute wildest thing I’ve ever heard is that line... "Once you give birth, the pain is over." Like, okay? Cool story. Based on that logic, I guess I should’ve just gone ahead and had a kid when I was twelve years old.😲

Look, it’s not like everyone experiences things the exact same way. My sister, for instance—she had it even rougher after giving birth. And my mom? She dealt with intense pain both before and after both of her deliveries. So... yeah. There are definitely cases like that out there, but it's just not some universal rule.
Some months are just a total nightmare. I’ll be lying there feeling like I’m actually dying from the pain, and then other times? It’s like nothing is even happening. Just total silence. I still haven't cracked the code on why it swings so wildly like that. No clue yet.
Anyway, whenever things really go south for me, Knavon is always there to step up and help me out. He’s got my back through everything.

By the time I hit 20, I was already going almost completely gray. It’s the exact same story with my grandma, my mom, and my sister. Honestly? It’s just genetics.
As for the stress factor, I have a perfect example from one of my girlfriends. She lost her dad when she was only 8 years old. They were incredibly close, so it was an absolute nightmare for her. Almost overnight, her hair turned silver. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it. I mean, how exactly the pigment reacts like that... it's a total mystery to me.

I "finally" 😁 woke up, and honestly, I knew exactly what had happened, but I couldn't even open my eyes or get a single word out. Pure panic. My God, I’ll never forget it—just lying there hearing my mom talking to me while I could barely even blink. It was terrifying, especially since this was actually my third time under anesthesia. After the first two times, I was awake and talking immediately, totally fine.

Look, I get how an epidural works, but I honestly thought the patient would be wide awake during the whole thing. Instead, they just knocked his wife out completely.

Scott Allen10 said:"giving general anesthesia directly into the spine through a tube..." ...it's most likely epidural anesthesia, the same kind used for things like painless childbirth. And honestly, this isn't some groundbreaking new thing; it's a procedure that's been standard practice across all American anesthesiology departments for decades.

Maybe you've got a point there, but I seriously had no clue you could even administer general anesthesia that way. The woman was actually having surgery on her lizard. And the anesthesiologist who showed up insisted it was a brand-new technique, so... look, I'm no expert.

BTW. There was a lady lying right next to me with a "tube in her nose," and she was just having jaw surgery.

So, I dealt with an intestinal volvulus. They ended up removing a section of my large intestine. That was the most recent thing. Before that, my first two surgeries were on my shoulders.