It's just an amazing coincidence that so many diseases/conditions that doctors label "garbage can diagnoses" are virtually always found more often in women.
It's just an amazing coincidence that so many diseases/conditions that doctors label "garbage can diagnoses" are virtually always found more often in women.
Part of the reason why people react so strongly is because they've been told before it's not a problem, it's not real, you're just a sensitive whiney woman. To have someone go on TV and basically say ya it's crap, is really harmful to anyone that's had trouble getting an answer. I'm not saying it's easy to diagnose.…
OK. But there *are* specific ways to diagnose endo. It's not a "nothing else fits, so let's call it endo" situation.
But that's not the case; sadly, people like this kill competent people.
For God's sake, never get in a car with her again! You are right that's she wants a reaction from you and apparently is willing to get you both killed to do it.
I'm so oblivious I look at an empty train during rush hour and say "SCORE"! instead of using my brain to wonder WHY that particular train is empty. It's poop. It's ALWAYS poop. Sometimes its fresh poop, sometimes its stale poop, sometimes the poopertrator is still there. But its always, always poop.
I wish I was financially strapped like her, I'd hire a maid.
I live in Toronto and I strangely want to volunteer to find Ms. Goodhand, but I suspect she is the Keyser Söze of this mystery.
Which one is he? The top one or the bottom?
"Oh. I guess I'll be having dried apples and boiled potatoes and turnips again for dinner tonight. Sigh."
My dad is an all-around handy man, too. He can fix anything. Luckily, he also tried to teach me how to do stuff as we went along. I wasn't allowed to even go for my drivers license until I knew how to change a tire. First time I needed an oil change, he showed me how to do it. I just bought a house this year, and it's…
I figure if a man can do it, it can't be too hard.
I similarly never had that bad of an experience when I was serving with black women. They always wanted things that simply couldn't happen (can you take the mushrooms out of the mushroom tomato sauce?), but generally fine.
I don't mean to sound crass, but, I have my doubts about the veracity of her miscarriage claim. I find it hard to believe that she could go through all that is involved in the follow up to a miscarriage, and no one would find out. I suppose, because I know someone who actually used that as an excuse for missing work,…
This made actually LOL. My boyfriend has always been concerned about me being 'after his money'. It often means I have to point out he has none, in company and loudly.
Men with no money complaining about gold diggers is one of my favorite things in the world. Please, no one is after your $25,000 a year salary.
Yeah, class rears it's ugly head. In a few years the working class will be naming their daughters Chloe, Maude, and Olivia. Those names will be totally déclassé and the upper classes will have moved on to some other trend. Heck, maybe Amber, Tiffany, and Jennifer will be back in style.