The report from the day I was admitted says there’s no free fluid in the Douglas pouch, but then my discharge papers claim there's a small amount of 😕. I had two different gynecologists examine me on that first day, and then a third one checked me later on. So, either those first two missed it, or the fluid showed up in the meantime. I can't find my ESR levels anywhere on this lab report. Is there some specific code I should be looking for? 😁
I've got an appointment with Dr. Harnie after my period ends. I'll figure out how to cover the costs for the extra testing. Now my stomach is cramping from my period—it hits me pretty hard every now and then—and I honestly can't tell if the pain is just my cycle or if it's related to this 🙂
The only thing they actually agreed on was that there’s no sign of inflammation. My ultrasound report shows barely any free fluid around Douglas—so it's not that, either. I just started my period, and the timing doesn't line up with ovulation at all (it's been five days since I ovulated)
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Now I just have to sit here and wait for this period to finish. Not exactly how I wanted this to go. :/
I ended up in the ER with sharp pains in my left ovary area. They did a gynecological exam, both vaginal and a regular ultrasound, told me nothing was wrong gyno-wise, and sent me straight to surgery. Then, they ran a CT scan and the surgeons were like, "There’s something in your abdomen that shouldn't be there. It could be bleeding, a tumor, some kind of fluid (😕) etc. It's located above the ovary and is most likely gynecological." So, they sent me right back to OB/GYN. This whole ordeal dragged on for 8 hours until the shift change at the women's ward. A different gynecologist checked me again and took me for another ultrasound. He actually managed to spot "the thing," but admitted he wouldn't have seen it otherwise since he doesn't scan quite that "deeply." He said he'd never seen anything like it before, though he could see inflammation and confirmed it wasn't a cyst. Then a bunch of other doctors showed up just staring at the ultrasound screen in confusion. They couldn't decide if I belonged in surgery or OB/GYN, so they settled on keeping me in the women's ward to try treating it with antibiotics for a few days and monitoring me—because if I went to surgery, they would've just cut it out immediately. Anyway, by the third day, my blood work stabilized, my white cell count dropped back to normal, and the pain stopped—except when they pressed on it. Later, I was being looked after by a fourth gynecologist, the department head, who also wrote my discharge papers. Which say: Within the right ovary, a hypoechoic cyst measuring 14 mm is visible. The tissue of the left ovary is shown, above which an unclear hypoechoic shadow measuring 57x35 mm is observed. Conclusion: Likely a painful ovulation resulting in a corpus luteum cyst. At the end, he told me he couldn't be 100% sure what it was, but it was probably just a ruptured ovulation that created a cyst. He told me to come back for an ultrasound after my period.
And now I'm spiraling a little bit. Does it really take days in the hospital and a mountain of ultrasounds and tests just to identify a cyst? Especially after everyone initially agreed it *wasn't* a cyst? Is it enough, after such intense, sharp pain, to start a diagnosis with "It's probably...?" Did they just brush me off?
Should I be looking for a biopsy somewhere else? 😢 I very likely will, because the idea of an unknown diagnosis makes my skin crawl. But now that I'm Googling, I'm not satisfied with the half-answers the hospital gave me, so I have to find somewhere to be paranoid.
I don't really pay much attention to other people's feet unless they’re, like, actually filthy or something.🤷 Then again, you can find just about anything these days—it just costs a fortune.
Sandra Reyes said:Can anyone pick up a package for me using my ID, or do I have to show up in person?
What do you mean "can they"? They wouldn't even let me pick up something for my mom—even though I had both her ID and mine right there. We have the exact same last name and address, and I even explained that she’s sick and couldn't make the trip. Still a no. And honestly, it was just some random certified letter, nothing important anyway.
darkraven17 said:Ugh, I honestly don't get how I got hit with a fine from $333 under Article 45, Section 4, when that exact same section says the penalty is $167????? 😕😕😕 Is it actually possible the officer just totally blanked or something?
He was even showing me the Traffic Safety Act, pointing out which article and section I supposedly violated. I read the first paragraph of the article and stopped there because, newsflash, I didn't know the Law inside and out yet—I had no idea the penalties were listed right there. Then, fifteen minutes later, my citation and the payment slip both say the fine is $333. 🤷
Also, does it matter who called the police to the scene? Some friends are telling me that whoever calls the cops ends up paying them. What is that supposed to mean, and how much does it cost? 🤷Because I called them thinking I hadn't done anything wrong, and then... well, this happened.
And here's a little personal observation. I'm a Midwest girl from New Orleans, driving my fiancé's car with plates starting with VK..., the accident happened in San Diego, and honestly, I feel like I got targeted by local bias. 😲It feels like people from San Diego can do whatever they want on the road, while anyone else with out-of-town plates gets picked on. 😠 I’ve noticed the same thing at parking lots, too. The guy checking for parking permits seems to only target cars with out-of-town plates, while he just breezes past the local ones. I actually pulled over once just to watch him work!!! It's unbelievable! 😲Is it like this in other cities too?
From what I understand, the fine doubles if there’s any property damage involved. That's probably why you're seeing $1,000 instead of $500.
You could take out a loan, but you’d need a co-signer. JPMorgan Chase used to offer some kind of student credit for buying computer gear—it might be worth checking if they still have it 🙂 Honestly, though? Your best bet is to find someone with an Amex or some other credit card—maybe some older relatives or even a buddy—and just have them buy it for you on an installment plan. For example, an HG spot might let you do 12 interest-free monthly payments. Otherwise, you're just going to deal with all the headaches of hunting down a co-signer, paying processing fees, interest, and whatnot... all just to scrape together $400 or $500.
I need a Dr. House type situation over here. Doctors have been spinning their wheels and failing to give me a single diagnosis for three years straight now. If anyone knows a specialist outside of the States—anything at all 😢 maybe a neurologist or a neuropsychiatrist (even though we already have the best ones in this part of the country)—basically I need a Dr. House.
My mom was hit by Alzheimer's three years ago, though we didn't actually get a formal diagnosis until just six months ago. Today is a rough one. A really bad one. I haven't truly accepted the fact that she’s slipping away—that she's becoming a shell of the person she used to be. I keep remembering who she was, and honestly, it feels like I'm mourning two different people. She was wonderful—the kind of mom you see in movies. Now, the roles have flipped; suddenly, I'm the one looking after her. It feels way too early for that—I'm only 19, I should still be leaning on my mom. I don't know if it would have been easier if I were older, but I'm struggling. People tell me I'm handling it well, and on the surface, I play the part, but it’s eating me up inside. I feel stuck—unable to move forward. This pain is just too much to face, and I'm only at the beginning of this. It’s hard. The mother I knew is gone. All that's left are these tiny windows where she's somewhat aware of where she is and who I am. In those moments, she tells me she loves me, and for a second, it reminds me of how she used to be. It’s impossible to wrap my head around the fact that she used to cook dinner, run errands, pick out Christmas presents for me, or nag me about not wearing a coat because I'd catch a cold. I miss her. God, I miss her so much. Everything changed because of this disease, and now I don't even feel at home here. I never even got the chance to build a life of my own. It feels like this is paralyzing me. When I drop my guard, the grief is just overwhelming. There's nothing to hold onto. Maybe it's better that way—maybe clinging to any tiny bit of hope helps me avoid facing the brutal truth. And the truth is, the mom I know is gone. She isn't coming back. It's harder because every single day I have to look at what's left of her, punctuated by these brief flashes of the woman she once was. It took forever to get an answer because she was so young to be dealing with this—only 52. While we were hunting for a diagnosis, bouncing from doctor to doctor, through endless hospitals, and scouring the internet for every possible outcome, it felt easier. At least then, I felt like I was *doing* something. Like there was progress being made. Now? I can't do anything. I can only sit here and watch her slowly fade away. And I have no idea how to live with that.
I've been dealing with anemia since I was a kid 😬 And honestly, my doctor nearly killed me—she practically brushed me off when I told her I’m working out almost every single day while sticking to this diet. Seriously, four protein meals in eight days? That is absolutely not enough fuel for anyone who actually trains 🙂 Look, you either stay on this diet and stop exercising, or you eat healthy and keep training 😬
graniteviper82 said:So, did you actually ask them if they’re planning to roll that out anytime soon—and more importantly, what was their actual response?
The girl I spoke to was so clueless she couldn't even handle my first question. She just put me on hold and went off to go find someone who actually knew something. 🙂 Look, I’m interested in where I can get this done right now. Not a year from now.
Does anyone know where I can swap Mexican dinars for US dollars here in Washington, D.C.? 😁 The Federal Reserve doesn't handle it 🙄 , and even the local banks and currency exchanges won't touch them 😲 Anyone have a lead?
Trauma is absolute rock bottom. I had this lady kick me out of an ultrasound appointment—right after I’d finished up there following my car accident—just because I didn't say "good morning" when I walked in. 🙏 "You might be injured, but basic manners still matter," she tells me. 🙏 🙏 🙏 Then, to top it all off, this "distinguished" doctor refused to even look at my head. I was practically begging him like a dog because I had this horrific headache and dizziness, but he just brushed me off. He told me it's perfectly normal after a wreck and that I should just go home and take some Tylenol. 😁 When we finally got into it with him, he started shouting about how he's a top-tier surgeon. 😍
steelmoose782 said:I don't think we have that in our records... Maybe try calling a supplier or some pharmacy over in New Jersey—who knows, they might actually have it in stock there.
You can't find anything like this anywhere else in the States. 😢 Pfizer used to have it—but honestly, they don't have anything left either. I don't even know what my next move is.
steelmoose782 said:What's the deal with iodine—and why on earth would you even need it? If you're just taking it as a supplement, don't sweat it; our table salt is iodized anyway...
Look, I've got a massive iodine deficiency. Salt isn't going to cut it here. My doctor actually prescribed me specific tablets for this, but I can't find them anywhere.
Does anyone know where I can actually find iodine tablets? I’ve hit up half the pharmacies in Chicago and they’re nowhere to be found. Apparently, Merck carries them—does anyone have a lead on where to pick up their stuff?