Why would you ever say that? Especially when you're supposed to be working for me and my health.
Doctors don't always have the best social skills, but they have a job to do. And it is their duty under the law to uphold that work.
Here were some of the answers.
50. Sounds Like An Age Judgement, SarahGiphy
I went into my doctors office for my 3 month BC shot. They had just started a new policy that the nurse practitioner gives needles to free up the doctor for exam appointments.
I had been in a monogamous relationship for 3 years. On this specific BC for a year and had no problems just getting in and getting out at each appointment until now.
This nurse practitioner told me I should be getting an STD test at every 3 month appointment because I was choosing to have unprotected sex (what?), that my 3 year relationship wasn't considered monogamous because of my age (I was 21 years old) and not being married. Than she refused to give me my BC shot when I declined being put through an STD blood test.
Needless to say I collected my prescriptions from the doctors office and found an alternative clinic to provide me my medical care.
49. Jerkface, M.D.
I don't have a whole lot of experience with medical professionals, so the only thing that comes to mind is the time I had kidney stones. For anyone unfamiliar with the intense, white-hot pain that is kidney stones, imagine having a molten hot, rusty serrated knife stabbing and twisting into your back every 5 seconds. I've heard it's worse than childbirth. Not looking forward to the day when I'll be able to judge the comparison.
Anyway, I was rushed to the hospital, administered morphine and all that jazz. I think they had to run me through a CT scan too before confirming what was wrong with me. I was understandably freaked out; 19-year-olds aren't supposed to get kidney stones. The second time the doctor came to give me more morphine, I asked him with tears in my eyes if I was gonna die. He looked me dead in my eyes and with a stone cold face said there's a good chance I won't make it through the night. So, of course, I started wailing. He had the nerve to get mad at me! He yelled at me to stop crying, obviously he was joking. Why would I think the doctor is joking? I certainly felt like death. What a piece of sh*t.
Health professionals of reddit, do not tell your patients they're dying unless they're actually dying. Don't be that guy.
48. I'm Sorry, Did I Come To A Camera Shop?!
Took my then-toddler to a dermatologist due to a bad rash around his eyes and on his face, the rash came and went with no discernible cause. I had taken some photos of it when it was at it's worst since it took me almost two months to get an appt with the dermatologist. I wanted to have something to show him if my kid wasn't having an outbreak at that moment. This was 14 years ago, digital cameras were pretty new and I had purchased a top quality one.
The doctor oohed and ahhed over the quality of these photos I had printed off at home, asked me all kinds of questions etc. When I finally steered him back to my kid and his rash, he flapped his hand in his direction and said "it's eczema, he'll probably grow up to have athsma and be a sickly kid in general, he'll have a lot of other allergies too" Then went back to more camera questions. F*&^ that Dr. It was an allergic reaction to baby powder which I figured out on my own shortly afterwards.
47. Doesn't Seem Like The Appropriate Time
Well the ambulance ride in Seattle from the airport to the hospital. I'm sure that the driver was stoned, even the other EMTs in the back asked, "He knows which hospital we're going to, doesn't he?" Backed up to the emergency door but got too close to the building for the doors to open, so he had to pull forward again. I was in the passenger seat and my son was in the back. Still terrifying just to think about it.
46. Can't We All Just Be Kind, Though?
I had a c-section after being in the hospital on bedrest for two weeks. My son had jaundice and they kept him in my room under the lights but pretty far away from me. It was pretty difficult to get up and get him so I could feed him and stuff. Nobody had come to visit me since it was already like my 16th day in the hospital and it was a Tuesday so everyone was working. I was alone and I guess the maternity ward was busy because none of the nurses would come to me when I pressed the call button.
So I cried. I cried a lot. I was wailing. I didn't know what to do. The baby cried and I cried. Everything was hurting and the baby was crying.
Finally my tech came in to see me. She looked really angry and didn't even do my vitals. "Shut up!" she told me. "You're disturbing the families that want their babies!"
So I cried quietly. It turns out (much) later I had PPD and PPA. Nobody had told my doctor about it and I was too embarrassed about it to tell her myself.
Here's a story of me getting unprofessional:
A year before that I had a miscarriage. It was devastating. I had gone to the ER and they confirmed nothing was in there (I had passed it in the toilet at home). I needed to see my doctor after that but I hated her because she was a bitch, which is why I switched to a different one for my next pregnancy. I opted instead to see the NP at the clinic for my follow up appointment. She was kind and gentle about explaining my miscarriage and what it meant for future pregnancies but she said that I really should see the doctor.
I was upset. I lost my baby, I had a hag of doctor, I was tired from being at the ER all night. I was depressed. When I went to the receptionist to schedule the appointment with the doctor, she handed me a gift bag of baby stuff. I was so offended so without thinking I said, "What is this?!" My boyfriend was there and he solemnly whispered to the poor woman that we lost our baby and then he dragged me out of the building.
45. They Can Ruin LivesGiphy
I was 14 yrs old and my dad rolled over an 87 Ford Ranger pickup. I wasn't buckled into the passenger seat and suffered a cracked vertebra and herniated several discs in my mid back. My dad was pinned under the truck and was doa at the hospital but they revived him and he made a full recovery a few months later. I was in the hospital for a week lying flat on my back unable to sit, or stand until I was properly fitted with a custom back brace I had to wear 24/7 for months during that summer.
After a few visits to physical therapy and the doctor, I told him several times that things didn't feel right and I was concerned. He assured my parents and myself that I was going to be fine, looked me in the eye our last visit, and said to me "By the time you're an adult, you'll forget this ever happened. You'll be playing sports and have a normal life ahead of you." then told my parents he didn't need to see me anymore. I trusted him... I was a kid. He lost his medical license about 5 or 6 years later after being sued for millions by several of his patients when it was discovered he was getting paid off by insurance agencies. I couldn't sue because I had trusted him and didn't seek a second opinion (when I was 14/15 yrs old) and I had settled with insurance already at 18 and signed documents "trying to move on and do something with my life".
I'm 36 now and have so many back and nerve complications as an adult. I can't work a "normal" job or live a "normal" life because of this daily pain and I refuse to trust the medical community anymore. The thing is I look healthy and have lived with this for over 20 years so nobody understands how intense or debilitating the pain actually is. This one lie by this one man stole my life away from me and has forced me to struggle for so many years, and that doctor works at a physical therapy clinic still pretending to help people.
I use natural therapy over the past few years like yoga, stretching, CBD, cannabis, I eat healthy, I just learned about the benefits of myrrh oil, and my I use own common sense and research to help alleviate the pain and make it through each day. But none of that helps me to forget him looking at me in the eyes telling me those fateful words. I've had nightmares about it. There's literally nothing I can do to get justice, but to move on and keep trying to "forget". I know I'm stronger than my weaknesses and what's in my head and I push through every day with that thought plowing the way.
44. Evil Nurse
I had notoriously bad periods in HS. Vomiting for 2 days from pain, sometimes unable to walk, the office knew that if I came down to call my mom that they would need a new garbage can liner after I was gone. I also have always had a very rapid speech pattern. My sophomore year they had us take practice SAT tests when I started feeling the familiar death-pain started. I asked around for pain meds and a girl offered me midol. She promised me there was no caffeine in it, so I took it. She was wrong. After the test ended, jacked on caffeine and still getting waves of cramping pain, I ran into some friends by the office.
Mid-conversation I realize it's barfing time and dodge for the garbage can in the office. Mom gets called, school nurse witnessed whole thing and starts trying to give me an exam. No amount of "this happens every month, being a girl sucks, gonna go home and take a hot bath until I can fall asleep" would convince her that I knew what was wrong. When my mother showed up the nurse started asking how long I had been showing symptoms of illicit drug use. My fast talking and sudden casual vomiting was a clear sign to her that I was on cocaine or some other, more nefarious substance. Even my mother couldn't talk her down. Avoided the nurse for 2 more years because she spent the rest of my high school career convinced I was a problem child, despite my being unintentionally straight-edge.
43. Simple Shaming
A few years ago I finally got up the courage to ask my doctor about medication for anxiety/depression. My visit was actually for unrelated issues but after addressing them, I asked about meds.
He inquired why I thought I needed them and after explaining how crippling my mental health was, he oh so kindly said, "Well that's not something we need to get in to on Fathers Day weekend." And he sent me along without another word.
Luckily my grandma was with me because I completely fell apart when I walked out of the office. It took me another year before I could go to another doctor to ask about treatment.
42. Murder? No, Sir, You Are The Murderer
My doctor went to the same church as me. When I went to him asking for a referral for an IUD, he told me to think very hard about whether I wanted to be a murderer. He also told me that he knew my parents wouldn't approve... which was why I had made the appointment secretly. I told him I could sue him for that, got my referral, and avoided making appointments till I got a new doctor.
I've no idea if it was inappropriate but it made me question internally a great deal. I was 12 years old seeing the family physician. She's esoteric and twitchy. Clearly highly intelligent. Anywho, I was having weird burning sensations peeing. It happened a few times, but went away in my sleep. Her assistant draped a towel in front of me, dropped trou and she felt me for any signs. When she made contact she said I was "incredibly tender." I didn't know what that meant nor how to ask anybody what that meant. I just stopped thinking about it after awhile but that was my experience that was very unorthodox.
40. Sounds Like Racism That Almost Killed Me, NancyGiphy
I started seeing a new PC when I turned 18 and was with her for about 2 years until she told me that my sudden weight gain, fatigue, chronic pain, and other issues were a result of me being Native and entering adulthood. She also said I should expect to develop type 2 diabetes soon as all Native folk do in adulthood. When I asked her to run tests, she told me to just take her word for it. That was the last time I saw her. A few years lots of pain and diminished quality of life later, I went to a PA at my college health center and together we discovered that I have an autoimmune disease and that my thyroid is basically dead (hypothyroidism).
39. Bullying Isn't Actually Constructive
I'm overweight, obese if you will. I went into an urgent care for a quick physical and drug test for a new job that I was going to start the following week, everything was going really smoothly and great until the doctor came in, looked me up and down like she was amazed I was even able to stand, and informed me that I am morbidly obese and that I was GOING TO DIE SOON.
She hadn't checked anything about me or my health, she continued to ask about my family's health history and insurance, when I told her I did not have insurance she rolled her eyes and said of course not. She them grilled me about finding a job that would offer health insurance right off the bat and gave me a list of numbers of doctors that might be able to help me. Then we did the physical where she was f*cking ASTOUNDED that I could do squats and touch my toes and stand on one leg, she basically clapped for me like she was watching the circus, all while I'm sobbing because I'm getting bullied by a doctor and it was so unexpected, she didn't let up at all when I started tearing up, if anything I think she thought she was "getting through to me" ugh, still makes me sick.
38. Are Off-Color Domestic Abuse Jokes Typical In Your Field?
I had to get a gum graft about 10 years ago and my wonderful (truly) dentist sent me to the biggest *sshole of a periodontist. The periodontist first refused to give me any pain meds for what my dentist later told me is one of the most painful oral surgeries one can get. Then, when I went for my follow up with him, he looked at the bruising all over my chin and "joked" that I should tell people that my husband beats me.
I complained so hard to my dentist and suggested that he find a different periodontist to refer people to.
37. When Therapy Becomes A Complex
Last year I finally went to see a therapist via the Citizens Advice Bureau (in previous years I had attempted to do so via the doctors, which after 5 months of being on a waiting list finally got an appointment, which was then cancelled and then told I had to go back to the doctors to be referred and added to the waiting list once more. - No.)
I went to the office, had an initial chat and then was referred to the proper therapist who specialized in anxiety disorders, and relationships.
My first meeting with this lady (let's call her Annie) was fairly casual, was just meant to be an introductory session, during which she confirmed she would be unable to treat me but had referred me onto one of her colleagues (let's call her Jackie).
So during that introductory session with Annie, and I gave her a run-down of how I was feelings, and the regular panic attacks, constant anxiety and generally my situation at home/work, etc, she basically told me to 'pick myself up' and essentially 'get over it'. Exactly the kind of words you want to hear from a therapist.
I was not impressed in the slightest, and of course it made me rather hesitant to seek out continued sessions with her colleague Jackie.
I did decide to meet with Jackie, and damn am I glad I did! I was in therapy with her for 7/8 months, finishing up in late November/early December of 2017. The last panic attack I had was before New Year. Granted that I have had my anxiety flare up, but it's not reached 'boiling point nor spilled over' into a full-blown attack. I'm rather proud of that fact, and so happy I did not let Annie discourage me from trying to help myself.
36. But Why?
He was lancing a cyst on my tailbone which was filled with dead blood and smelled exactly like you'd imagine it would. They couldn't give me a shot of anesthesia or put me under, so I'm 100% conscious the entire time, doing one of those long scream/grunt combos every time he cut. The doctor wasn't sure I could smell the contents of my new ass pocket, so he took a cotton ball, dipped it in the blood, and shoved it in my face, saying "SEE? I TOLD YOU IT WOULD SMELL AWFUL!" At no point did I tell him it wouldn't, nor did I ask for confirmation.
35. We Need A Healthcare Renaissance In This CountryGiphy
Not as bad as others, but I finally swallowed my pride and went to my doctor for mental health help. It was a super hard appointment for me admitting my weaknesses and struggles to someone that I have always just thought I could handle myself. It went well and she prescribed me some meds and we scheduled a follow up for 2 weeks later to see how I was feeling and how the meds were going.
Fast forward to the day of that appointment. There is a major accident and I know I am going to be running late. I call 15 minutes before my appointment to let them know I may be about 10 minutes late. I arrive 10 minutes late as predicted, they swipe my health card, make me answer a mental health questionaire on their ipad and when I hand it back they tell me the doctor wont be seeing me because I was late. Mental health follow up appointment and she straight up denied me. Next appointment they could fit me in with was 3 weeks later. I told them no thank you and to book me with the nurse practitioner. (My sisters go to her and love her). I have been using her since and will refuse to see my doctor again. I felt it was incredibly unprofessional. Thankfully I was feeling ok but what if I was there to say I was feeling more suicidal or things had gotten worse?
I went in for a routine check-up. Everything felt mostly fine.
My doc asked "so, now that it's been a while, are you getting the hang of managing your diabetes?"
I had a very long pause and asked if she was joking. Her face suddenly changed to horror, and through a very awkward conversation she told me I've been diabetic for two years.
I'd had other doctors for a lot of other non-related concerns. Turns out they all thought that someone else had told me.
Fun note: wasn't a mix up, I did become type 2.
33. Withholding Health????
Been on meds for awhile to deal with a particular problem. The Nurse Practitioner prescribed me a second drug to deal with a related issue. When I go to the pharmacy, I am warned that the two drugs have a serious interaction that could result in liver or kidney failure.
I call up the NP to see if they were aware of this issue and they say yes they knew but felt the risk of doing nothing was bigger than the risk of the drug interaction. When I ask if they thought I should maybe have been made aware of this risk so I could be involved in that decision they had no real answer for me. I let them know I wouldn't start the second drug until I got a second opinion.
32. Broads Like Me
I have celiac disease..I think. On my path to half diagnosis, I was told by my initial primary care doctor that, "Usually I diagnose broads like you with irritable bowel syndrome, because I'm irritable with their bowels. But I see you didn't check these," as he points to the depression and anxiety check boxes on my intake form, "so I like you. I like you so much, I'll get you a sigmoidoscopy."
This was after he ridiculed me for still being in college at 23. I worked full time and went to school part time, and barely afforded insurance to even see the bastard. (Pre ACA.) I could only afford the school insurance for one summer semester.
Also, he ordered a sigmoidoscopy which showed nothing and was useless. Had a blood test after that leaned towards celiac, but needed an ENDOSCOPY to confirm. I couldn't afford both and my summer insurance ran out. Thanks, Dr. Sh*thead.
31. Something Out Of American Horror Story
When I was younger, I wound up in the psychiatric ward of a hospital. They took some blood for tests. A lot of them. Then they "encouraged" (read: forced) me to donate blood to the Red Cross. After all this, they had to take more blood for tests. It was only once my lips started turning pale and blue that they checked my BP. If they'd taken any more, I would have been in mortal danger. As it was, I don't remember much of the next week, I was too sunk in lassitude to focus on anything for remembering.
30. You Crossed The Wrong PersonGiphy
I had 13 vertebrae fused last August. On day 3 when I'm learning to walk again, I have this bumbling nurse trying to help, but she just keeps stepping into my drainage tubes and catheter. After 5 times of this happening (while being high as sh*t on the dilaudid pump and in the most pain of my life) I yell "Just f*ck off and get another nurse."
After I get back from walking and have my catheter removed, the surgeon comes in as I'm trying to pee for the the first time on my own (which takes like a half hour) and stops me to ream into me about my language and how much of a favor they've done for me and going on to disrespect me and my mom for no reason. B*tch, I put my self out of commission for the better part of a year and PAID you a ton of money, and you act like you're doing me a favor? I've since switched care to a closer ortho center and have told that surgeon to go f*ck himself.
29. Hope Her License Was Suspended, Yeet
During my first visit with her, an Obgyn told me "I bet if they sent you to Africa you would lose weight" after telling her I had a hard time losing weight due to a metabolic/thyroid condition. I said that I cut calories and carbs, she proceeded to tell me that "Americans eat way more food than they need" and "you are eating more than you think you are or you would lose weight".
Then, told me she hadn't had anything but water for 7 days and she was feeling fine, see?
All while I sat in stirrups and a paper robe while she did a pap.
I reported her and got a refund for the visit.
28. I'll Just Keep Squinting I Guess
When I was 5 I had my eyes tested. The doctor had me look in to this microscope looking thing and there was a picture of train tracks. There was a dot on one side or the other of each rail tie. I could see the first few but after that I couldn't see any dots. The eye doctor didn't believe that I couldn't see the dots. So, I started guessing. He asked me if I was guessing. I said yes. Then he smacked me in the head with a pencil and convinced my mom that I was just screwing around and I could see just fine. Six years later, I had another eye test. Come to find out I am horribly near sighted and slightly color blind.
27. A Few Extra Steps To Repair Damage
I don't think anyone will see this, but this happened to me recently and I'm still mad about it.
I have had tennis elbow for 3 years. I was seeing an orthopedic dr who did X-rays, an MRI, 2 cortisone shots and sent me to PT.
Nothing worked. It came back again back in January and it got so much worse than it's ever been. I am in constant pain, I can't lift anything with my right arm, I've lost most of my range of motion, and I work at a school for Deaf kids and using sign language is extremely painful.
In June, my job was switching to a new insurance company. I decided to see my ortho dr one last time before I had to find a new doctor. His reaction when I told him the pain was back and way worse than ever before was along the lines of "That sucks."
He said he'd give me another cortisone shot. I was frustrated by that because it's only a temporary fix. He said "I can just keep giving you cortisone shots. It won't hurt anything. Besides, maybe it'll just go away some day"
Maybe it'll just go away?? I was pissed!
Recently I found a new doctor who sent me to a physical therapist that he swore by. Turns out he is fantastic and I'm already seeing some improvement.
But the part that really gets me is that my new PT told me that it's not good I had multiple cortisone injections because he now has to undo some of the damage they caused. He also told me that if I had had more shots, it could start to eat a hole in my tendon.
If my insurance hadn't been changing, I would have let the first guy give me more shots. I feel like I dodged a bullet.
26. No Basics????
I sliced a small piece of my left index finger off a few years back. Nothing major, just deep enough that finger prints didn't grow back. I went to a check up at my family practice doctor so he can see how it was doing. He takes off the gauze and tape. Inspects it. This clown proceeds to get 3 band aids and wrap two around my finger and one over the fingernail. Seriously? You didn't have gauze and tape? Maybe a finger bandage?
25. Blood Mess UpsGiphy
I was donating blood and part way through the nurse decides to switch to my other arm. She uses the wrong gauge needle and it slips out, blood going everywhere. She gets it under control but doesn't want to stick me a 3rd time, then informs me that since they couldn't fill the vial used to test the blood for diseases, the organization won't be able to use my blood at all.
24. Mental Health Professionals Who Need Mental Health Help
Saw a psychologist during my parents' separation and subsequent divorce. He told me I just had to suck it up and deal. I was 9.
Early in my career I was under investigation for something I didn't do. I didn't know from one day to another if I'd have a job, get fired, or walk out in handcuffs. Through our employee assistance program I went to a psychologist. Explained my situation: heavy drinking, insomnia, depression due to investigation. He told me I'd brought it on myself and would just have to deal while the investigation ran its course.
These are the reasons I don't seek psychological help even through post-partum depression and the probably severe depression I have now.
It's pretty trivial but I've suffered from nose bleeds my whole life. As a kid, they bleed for hours at a time. One time it bled so hard that not only was it streaming at an alarming speed from both nostrils, but holding my nose caused it to come out of my mouth. This was a fun addition to an already cherished past time of my youth.
Got took to A&E and by about 3.5 hours after the nose bleed started I was seen. Funnily enough it stopped bleeding around that time, my body realising that 3.5 hours of blood pissing out of my face was more than enough of an inconvenience for today. So what does the doctor say when he realised it's stopped of its own volition..."Did you pick your nose?"
Yeah doc that's it, I came to A&E coz I was furiously picking a boggie and it all went Pete Tong. 10/10 assessment, putting all those years of uni to good use there.
22. Truly The Worst Kind Of People
Not me but my grandmother. She was diagnosed with cancer and during one of her treatments, well into her treatment, her doctor walked up to her and said "You do know you're dying right? This cancer is going to kill you". Dumbstruck by what she just heard she replied with "Uh... yeah I know..." To which the doctor again replied with "No I don't think you understand, you're going to die, your cancer will kill you". Twice...
We weren't expecting a cure, we knew that probably wasn't going to happen, she just wanted to be around as long as she could and needed more time to get her affairs in order. That doctor was exceptionally rude to her almost every time she saw her. We heard that she didn't like germans, especially ones that were around during WW2, even though she was only a child during the war but who knows.
I won't name specifically where it happened but I will say that it's one of the top rated cancer treatment "clinics" around. We've had other bad experiences with that place too, including me but not cancer related.
There's a lot more to it but the short of it is that the stuff that they did to her has me convinced that the mistreatment, wrongly prescribed doses of medications among other thing by both her cancer doctor and the ER we took her to directly led to her sudden "brain death" (was not brain cancer or stroke and the cancer was shrinking and or not spreading) while were were out of the room. She didn't have a stroke and they effectively said they didn't know what happened and wouldn't give us anymore than that.
She never regained consciousness and died at home where she wanted to.
Needless to say we refuse to use that "Clinic" anymore.
21. Srsly Guys? Srsly?
Well, between the neurologist who decided I reminded him of his ex-wife, and tried to do an untrained psych eval (which a psych professor of mine with a Ph.D. said was way off), and the time I went to the ER by ambulance with abdominal pains only to be dropped in the waiting room for three hours, pacing to the bathroom to throw up (later finding out my appendix had burst), I've had a few really bad experiences. Nurses who put the contact info on the side dry erase board rather than the one in front of the bed when I was coming out of neck surgery...that was fun. I mean, who offers a patient a dry turkey sandwich when they were intubated for about 9-10 hours in surgery? Seriously?
20. Just A Dang ListGiphy
Ohh my god
- "do you want to see a dietitian". now on it's own that's not too bad but this was said to me by a neural-opthamologist, while I was going blind and he would only focus on my weight.
- "have you tried seeing harder"
- The nurse who straight up refused to speak to me after finding out i'm autistic.
- "Just wait it out" the nurse who was doing intake for an ob-gyn clinic after i was on my 25th day of a period so violent I was going through maternity pads hourly. I thought I was going to die.
- "oh so you're a lesbian" i'm not, i'm bi. my partner at the time was non-binary
- "so he has a penis though" after spending 20 minutes trying to explain that although i did have a bf there was no way in hell I was pregnant because I a) wasn't sexually active or b) he was trans and DIDN'T HAVE THOSE PARTS
and so many more.
19. That's Not How Thermometers Work
Not me, but my adolescent sister, she was feeling like a cold or flu. The doctor puts the thermometer in armpit, and she starts talking to our mother. After quite a few minutes (she likes gossip, this is a little town, they are acquaintances), she goes back to my sister, takes the thermometer and looks at it. My mother asks:
"So? Does she have a fever?"
"Well... that's slightly high, isn't it?"
"No, we left the thermometer a lot of time!"
Last visit to that doctor.
18. Malpractice, Anybody?
When I was a teen I had an appointment with my family doctor and saw one of their new residents. I can't remember what the appointment was for but he commented on my anti-depressants. He told me that I'd been on them for a year so I shouldn't need them anymore and could come off them. I had been struggling so having a doctor tell me I was fine now was such a blow. My mom was so angry that she called and filed a complaint.
I was also struggling with my depression when I was completing my undergraduate degree. The doctor wouldn't refer me to a psychiatrist because he attributed my worsening symptoms to a recent break up. While he may have been partially right about 6 months later I spiraled and attempted to take my life. It took me getting to that point to get the real help I needed.
I really hope the medical field is changing and there is less stigma and more support for mental illness. Always advocate for yourself! You deserve help whether you have mild depression or severe depression.
17. Mom Didn't Commit Murder? Success
I was about ten or eleven and at the dentist. I was getting braces on soon and therefore had to get my last four baby teeth pulled.
They gave me laughing gas, and as it turns out, laughing gas honestly just induced panic and fear in me. I was crying my eyes out, and when asked by my mother and my great-aunt (the latter actually worked at the dentist office) why I was crying, I honestly didn't know.
On the other hand, my dentist stopped in the middle of pulling my teeth to tell me that I needed to stop crying, because I was scaring the children in the waiting room, and if I didn't, he would stop right now and send me home and I'd have to come back and get the rest done another day.
My mother and aunt were infuriated. They eventually stopped the laughing gas and I stopped crying too. The dentist finished the procedure and my teeth were fine, but my mom was FURIOUS.
She found a new dentist closer to home and started taking my siblings and me there immediately. I've referenced the story a few times with her and every time she is immediately angry.
Our new dentist was a chill, funny guy, and everyone who works there is great. They don't do any pullings/surgery in-house, but when I had two of my wisdom teeth out, the place they sent us to was great as well.
So yeah, a dentist threatened and yelled at me for having an irrational panic reaction to laughing gas as a child. Very professional. He's lucky my mom didn't kill him.
16. Atta GirlGiphy
Doctor couldn't get the speculum in. After a lot of pushing it finally, painfully slams inside me. The doctor was excited by his achievement and goes "Atta girl! That's my champ!" The nurse looked at him in horror. I busted out laughing. He realizes almost immediately that was very weird and turns completely red and goes "I'm so sorry! I coach little league!"
15. Monkeys On The BedGiphy
In second grade (age 7) I fell off the monkey bars at school and landed on my wrist. I could feel that something was seriously wrong, but the school nurse shrugged it off and sent me to class. I was forced to use the wrist (my writing hand) for the rest of the day. When my mom came to pick me up, the nurse told her I had been "hamming it up" all afternoon. Fortunately my parents have half a brain and saw that it was obviously broken. I had a cast for three months, and that nurse didn't look me in the eye for the rest of my elementary school career.
Oh, and apparently the break was barely a centimeter from the growth plate. I came within a centimeter of having a seven-year-old's hand for the rest of my life. Would have been a fun bar story, at least. (Edit: this probably would not have happened, but as a worst-case scenario, maybe.)
I went for a dentist appointment and sat in the reclining chair. Dentist mentioned I have big size teeth. Female dental assistant quietly said 'she also has big thighs' ...dentist shhh her. I was a timid teenager so I didn't say anything.
13. I Can, ActuallyGiphy
In college I had to go to the ER because I kept throwing up a lot. A nurse came in and asked me some questions: when did it start, etc. Then she asks if my back hurt and I said it did a bit.
She grunted "ah ha!" like she knew exactly what was wrong. I was like "what is it?" She explained I was pregnant. I told her that actually wasn't the case.
She said, "you can't really KNOW that."
Um, yes, I can. Because I actually know how babies are made.
(I eventually demanded they run a pregnancy test. Yeah, I wasn't pregnant.)
12. You Need To Go Back To SchoolGiphy
My first pelvic exam for a yeast infection. Doctor refuses to do the pelvic because I had told her I was not and had never been sexually active. FINALLY convince her and she takes a look, comes up yelling about how I lied to her. My hymen was torn, ergo, I'd had sex.
And that's the story of how I told a medical professional that hymens can tear thanks to many non-sexual situations.
11. Pinky ProbsGiphy
About 4 years ago I fell with a bottle in my hand and cut through all the tendens and nerves from my pinky to the middle finger. The cut was about 6cm long. Anyway I went to the doctor the next day, and after waiting for 2 hours in the lobby I went in to see him. He took 3 minutes to examine my hand before telling me to go home and rinse with water an antiseptic. I remember feeling elated by his calm demeanour and I thought the wound wasn't too serious. I went home and did as he said.
A couple of days later I travelled back home to Switzerland (plane trip was very painful). I took the bandage off when I got home and showed my mum. She went completely ballistic since the wound had gone septic and my fingers were turning blue. I also had no movement or feeling in my pinky and its neighbour. She rushed me to the ER immediately where I received 23 stitches in my hand. The severed nerves had to be extended and tied together. The doctor told me I was extremely close to requiring an amputation of all three fingers.
I later complained to the hospital in Denmark about the doctor but I probably should have sued. He failed to tell me the severity of my wound (cut tendens and nerves) so I think that qualifies as being extremely unprofessional. To this day when I clench my fist, my pinky just points straight.
10. The Worst Kind Of PeopleGiphy
In high school my mom set me up with a therapist because she thought all teenagers should have someone to talk to about teenage angsty shit. In the first meeting he asked about me and why I was there, and I said I was pretty normal. He scoffed and said "No you're not, normal people don't get sent to therapy."
I never went back.
9. Purposeful MisdiagnosisGiphy
I had a 'Dr' order the nurses to give me Elavil after I had specifically refused it. She was convinced that my symptoms were caused by 'depression' and 'wanting to get it off work' - yes, she actually said that to me. She prescribed Elavil saying that it helps with pain and "also it will help with your depression and you'll see, everything will look brighter." I refused, saying I wasn't depressed, other than my frustration getting a diagnosis. I tried again to convince her that my pain and inability to hold anything down was not a mental/emotional issue.
About a week later I collapsed, ended up in the hospital and she told the nurses to give me Elavil via IV and not tell me. I almost immediately started having extreme tremors and what they called psuedo-parkinsonism. One of the nurses slipped up (or actually stepped up) and told me it was caused by the Elavil. I was furious as I had said I did not want to take it.
Later on after going home and several more weeks of constant vomiting, I ended up hypokalemic and completely paralyzed.
I was taken by ambulance to another hospital (not in my HMO) and it took them less than a week to find that I had a grapefruit sized tumor 80% infiltrated from my uterus into my abdominal wall. They sampled it and my lymph nodes and found I cancer with lymph involvement on both sides.
I underwent a hysterectomy/ oopherectomy (and my pain magically disappeared!) as well as radiation treatment.
To this day though, I have the twitching and tremors as a souvenir.
As a bonus she told me she had been convinced it wasn't cancer because "cancer doesn't hurt." When I saw her again after the surgery I said something along the line of 'Well I guess cancer does hurt after all!' Her response was "Well it's not the cancer that hurts, it's the nerves it was compressing."
I told her "In that case, step over here by the door and I'll slam your hand in it. The door slamming won't hurt, just the nerves the door compresses will!"
Sorry for the rant, it still makes me mad!
8. Ew SquaredGiphy
Two weeks ago, my IUD displaced, resulting in a trip to the ER. The attending nurse asked who the guy was with me (who had left to scope out the vending machine for some snacks) , and I replied that he was my boyfriend of nearly six years. Her response was 'you're 31, not married, and don't have any kids? Who gave you an IUD?' and rolled her eyes.
This was at a well-respected hospital in PA. The nurse was younger than I was.
7. Bearer Of Bad NewsGiphy
Not to me, but someone I know went to an oncologist because they thought she might have cancer.
"I have good news, your test results are back and you do not have cancer. Congratulations."
A week later she gets a call to schedule her first round of chemo. She says there must be some mistake, the doctor said I was cancer free. Lady on the phone gets real uncomfortable and says I have an order here from that doctor that you are to begin chemotherapy, so you better call his office to straighten this out. And perhaps contact a lawyer. She does and it turns out that all her charts showed she had cancer. The doctor knew it but simply lied about it because he didn't like to deliver bad news. After investigating they discover several other patients who went through exactly the same ordeal. Her chemo and lawsuit are both pending.
6. Do I Or Dont I?Giphy
I had a diagnostic surgery last year after almost a decade of unbearable menstrual pain, which my doctors and I suspected was endometriosis. All of my symptoms matched. I had an ultrasound and a 5-6 cm ovarian cyst was found so the surgery was also to remove that. Once my obgyn/surgeon knew I had a cyst she wrote off the possibility of endometriosis, even though my symptoms started when I was 13 (I was 24 at the time).
After surgery I was told I didn't have endometriosis and a cyst was removed from my left ovary. I was exhausted, out of it, and devastated to think my pain was something even harder to diagnose, but I thought the cyst was supposed to have been on the right ovary. I didn't get a chance to speak to my surgeon until a month later because she was on vacation.
When my follow up finally happened, she confirmed no endometriosis right off the bat. Alright, but I thought my cyst was on the right ovary, not the left. She started explaining that it's sometimes hard to tell which ovary is which while she goes through notes. "OH the cyst on the ultrasound was MUCH larger than the one we removed, the other one must have burst... also you do have endometriosis." Then she told me that was the end of the appointment and left the room.
She retired shortly after and I have a much better doctor now, thank god.
5. That's Not Even The Correct Eating DisorderGiphy
Changed doctors after 4 months of bring sick, nauseous every time I ate, stomach cramps, fullness... whole bunch of symptoms. Lost 15kg in the first 6 weeks, was now down at 45kg.
She looks at me and instantly goes off about how I cannot feel good if I am that thin.
I try to explain that that is my problem, I dont want to be thin, I have terrible pain and nausea when I eat!
But she us having none of it, ignores all I say and goes "I have seen a lot if anorexic girls I know what it looks like, stop putting your finger in your throat!" She got up and as I wanted to leave, then gives me a slap in the butt saying "just start to eat again!"
2 years later - today -, I have been diagnosed with 4 compression syndromes, MALS being among them and will have surgery for them in 5 days.
Kiss my boney *ss b*tch.
4. Overbite MeGiphy
When I was 12 my dentist told my parents—within earshot of me—that I had the worst overbite he'd ever seen. My father was in graduate school and couldn't afford to get me braces. Over 20 years later, I've never forgotten it, and it's the reason I rarely smile in photos.
My first councillor that I went to see for my depression/anxiety when I was 12/13 was super cold and unsympathetic. She made me talk about things like my sexual orientation and suicidal thoughts in front of my parents even though I specifically requested that I wouldn't have to. She she was very disbelieving of everything I said, pulled the "other people have it worse card" and was just generally very unhelpful.
I left her office in tears after every session. Obviously it wasn't the most terrible thing that could have happened, but it really f*cked me up and when my parents tried to get me to go to a different therapist I had a panic attack so bad I landed myself in the ER. I was only 12 at the time, and that was my first experience with any mental health "professional". I have no idea how she became a counselor, she was super cold and unkind.
2. TW: AddictionGiphy
When I was first trying to get off heroin, I went to go see a doctor. I told him that I was a heroin addict and that I had just quit, he asked me how long I had been clean and I told him two weeks. *sshole literally laughed in my face, smirked, and said "Well, good luck". I've been clean 15 years now, so the joke's on him.
1. Tis The WorstGiphy
I hated my orthodontist. When I wouldn't wear head gear because it was so painful I couldn't fall asleep at night he pulled my father into the office to explain I would have to have a tooth pulled to help with overcrowding since head gear didn't "fit into my lifestyle." Which my parents found an odd phrase in regard to a 13 year old girl, but he was recommended doctor.
The thing I never told them until years after my experience in his office for 2years, was that for all my monthly check ins he never, NEVER, wore gloves when he put his hands in my mouth. I was 12-14 and found it odd, but did not have the confidence to question a doctor. When I finally told my parents 4-5 years after the fact they were horrified.
I also specifically remember he kept an episode of Oprah on television when I was 12 that had women discussing pubic hair grooming. I learned what a Brazilian wax was in my orthodontist office while his gloveless hands were in my mouth. Because he was an orthodontist his room was almost exclusively middle school - early high school aged kids, why Oprah was even on I don't know. My dentist in comparison usually played simply top 40 music, Disney movies or Nickelodeon when children where in the chair.
People hard up for cash will do anything. But what about the other way around?
There are a ton of jobs or favors that don't require much skill, experience, or labor, and people who are fortunate enough to get hired walk away with a king's ransom.
Looking for those kinds of "jobs," however, is like finding a teardrop in the ocean.
"What's the dumbest thing you were paid to do and how much were you paid?"
Good luck finding these well-paying tasks.
"Had a WFH gig working sort of as a personal assistant for a rich guy on the opposite coast from me. I did all kinds of wacky sh*t for him. For example, one time I had to break up with my boss's girlfriend because he was too wimpy to do it himself. That was literally my job."
"One day, I bought him a new pickup truck. Meaning, I negotiated the deal and paid for the truck with his credit card. All in all, I'd say the process probably took about two weeks, for which I was paid my usual wage at six hours per day. No big deal."
"Somehow, his dad found out about the new truck and he decided he wanted a new pickup truck too. He called me about a week after I bought the truck for my boss and said he'd pay me $2,000 to buy a truck for him. I called the same dealership back, spoke to the same salesman, told him what was up and basically said give me another truck, same price as before. The salesman was only too happy to comply."
"It took ten minutes to make the phone call and then a day or two to get the title and other paperwork sorted out. So, depending on how you look at it, I made $2,000 for just ten minutes worth of 'work.'"
"Somehow, my boss's rich friend found out about all this. He decided he wanted a new SUV. 'OhYeahThrowItAway, you have to buy it for me!' I told him the last time I bought someone a vehicle, I got paid $2,000. The friend was basically like F'k it, I'll pay you $3,000, just get it for me' and then he emailed me his wish list."
"That deal took a little longer, maybe two weeks."
"I made $5k extra in just two months buying vehicles for lazy (or dumb) rich people."
Staying Out Of The Picture
"I was paid $300 to move my car for a movie that was filming by my apartment."
Pack It Up
"Got paid 10k to leave an apartment because it was sold and new owner wanted to move in. I was tenant (renter) under previous owner. I had 4 months left in my rental contract. This was in Spain (Barcelona)."
"I was flown to Paris to do a compliance audit, the systems weren't set up for the audit, couldn't get access so spent the week being taken to restaurants and shopping. On 1 of the days and at the last minute the company decided to send me to London for a meeting, literally just to meet people. I missed the Eurostar because I forgot my passport (totally blanked that I was entering another country), they had to rebook the Eurostar. Nothing was achieved out of this trip. No audit was completed. Nothing came of the meeting. The cost to the company 25k+ for me to do nothing for a week. Corporate money is ridiculous money."
Not much labor was required for these so-called "jobs."
Ten-Minutes Of "Work"
"I used to work for a PR agency. Every month one of our clients wanted a handful of photos re-sized for their website; nothing fancy, just setting the width to 500px in Windows Photo Manager."
"It was maybe ten minutes of work every month, but the contract said the minimum amount of time we would charge them for was one day - and this was for the full team too, not just me. It must have cost them several hundred pounds every month."
"I showed the client how to do it several times, and explained that they could save a lot of money doing it themselves. They didn't seem to mind."
"In the end I made sure I got it in writing that I'd informed them of their options and let them get on with it."
Thank You, Goodbye
"$175 to do some kind of user study at Netflix, I show up in the lobby and then they go, 'actually we got the data we needed from the studies earlier today, you're free to go!'. Still got paid!"
"I did an event for a national association for deaf people at which they did every presentation in ASL. I am an audio engineer, who specializes in live sound and concerts. I did nothing for 5 days of show, $450 a day."
Paid To Play
"I got asked to do 2 hours of barrier watch (Guarding a barrier ribbon while a crew did x rays inside a power plant). This was asked last minute after a 12 hour shift so the bonuses of staying happening to be a Sunday, etc I was being paid $110 to stand and play on my phone and make sure sure nobody tried to pass all the DO NOT ENTER DANGER DANGER signs during a time of day with minimal personnel."
"I rented my chicken to a photographer for fifty bucks."
Gotta Have Wendy's
"I was driving for uber. Picked up a bunch of drunks at like 2 AM. They were like 'Yo we gotta grab some Wendy' I go 'I'm sorry this is my busy period' they go 'Can we bribe you?' I go 'Absolutely you can bribe me.'"
"One the guys said I'll give you $100...I was shocked it was that high, another guy said '$150' and finally his wife said 'F'k it I want Wendy $200 and we buy you Wendy too.'"
"I finally said yes, FYI I hadn't said yes yet because the reality is $20-$40 would have gotten me to stop at Wendy."
"So there I sat at Wendy as those 3 drunks bought me wendy and paid me $200."
"One time I was at this super fancy dinner party. I'm talking servers and everything, I was in a freaking tux! It was outside and catered by a professional bbq company. I mean these guys had won international competitions. Well get this, they were double booked and didn't show. The other servers didn't know how to grill, and this totally smokin server in her 30s is just staring at the grill like a deer in the headlights. Well I don't want to be a hero but I ask if I can help. The entire staff spend the rest of the night bringing me drinks as I make this bbq and NOBODY realizes the award winning chefs didn't show up!"
Where Do We Apply?
"Ok this wasn't a job or anything.... But I got 10$ to eat half a watermelon."
Some opportunities present themselves.
When I was a kid, I hung out at a Japanese summer festival booth where you roll a bowling ball on a track that had two hills. The objective was to push the ball hard enough to get it over the first hill but not too hard to get it over the second hill.
I was fascinated with the challenge and stayed there for a long time as my parents were over by the food booths with their friends.
It was a slow day, and the dude working the booth wanted to peace out for a bit, so he offered to pay me $50 to "hang out" in his stead.
Of course, I said "sure."
No one ever came, and I earned fifty bucks rolling bowling balls for an hour. Was it the dumbest thing I ever did for money? Maybe, but I laughed all the way to the piggy bank that day.
That guy really must have despised his post enough to give a twelve-year-old kid $50.
Everyone talks about how the 20s are supposed to be the time of our lives. And that's largely true. But it's not all wine and roses.
Among all the freedom and youthful exuberance, so many people spend that decade struggling through the chaos of having absolutely no idea what their passion is.
And when we've internalized the desire to find an occupation that aligns with our values, sounds cool to talk about, and provides us with existential fulfillment, it can be difficult to identify the perfect fit.
So we hum along rather aimlessly.
Thankfully, some people do find their vocation and hunker down. But for others, it takes a little longer.
Perhaps struggling to locate that ideal passion, Redditor wibly_wobly_kid asked:
"People who discovered their passion at a later stage of life, what is it and how did you figure it out?"
Many people talked about making a career switch when they least expected. For the longest time, they new they didn't enjoy their work, but they didn't know what to do instead.
Hiding In Plain Sight
"I went to college twice in my early 20s for journalism and communications, but never graduated. I spent the rest of my 20s in a dead end food service job, miserable and angry at myself. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life"
"My extended family has lots of little ones (cousins having cousins) and every time there was a family get together, I always found myself playing with and entertaining the kids. One day, my uncle pointed out how good I was with kids, and did I ever consider working with them? I laughed it off but later thought 'hey, I have nothing better going on. What's the harm in researching a bit?' "
"I found out I could become an early childhood educator, working in daycares or kindergarten classes. So I applied to a couple of colleges and got in right away (applied on a Monday and got accepted the Friday). I quit my dead-end job and focused entirely on school. I made the dean's list all 4 semesters (something I have never done), and aced all my classes."
"I had a placement at a daycare/before and after school card place, and they hired me right after I finished my placement. So now I'm working there and happier than I ever was in my 20s"
Never Too Late
"Law. I was 45 when I went back to school. I'd worked blue collar jobs all my life, was a high school dropout. My daughter started taking paralegal classes and I thought, 'I could do that.' "
"So I got my GED and signed up for a 2-year paralegal certificate program through the local community college. Fell in love with law. Also discovered I was good at it. I had several professors who were lawyers tell me I'd be wasted as a paralegal and should go to law school."
"So I transferred to a 4-year school. Worked full time through undergrad and graduated with honors. Got into law school. I graduated law school at 55, oldest in my class. But I'd gone from being a high school dropout to a lawyer in just 10 years."
"Passed the California bar first try and I've been a public defender ever since, which is the only thing I ever wanted to do with it. I'm 60 now but I'm healthy and energetic and have a lot of years left. I love what I do, I'm very good at it, and it's the best move I ever made."
Every Week an Achievement
"Was 39 when I took a temp job in a social services type industry. Just basic stuff."
"Realised after a couple of years that I'd circled back to my idealistic 17yo self's plan for my career. Spent the previous 20 working sh** jobs I hated."
"Turns out it's really important to do something that aligns with your values. Finish the week feeling like I've contributed to society, rather than working to screw people for money."
Others discussed the passions they've discovered outside of their working life. These won't bring home any income, but their importance to life satisfaction cannot be understated.
"My dad discovered his life's biggest passion at 67. Mountain climbing. Serious mountaineering."
"He climbed Kilimanjaro and Whitney just months apart."
Plenty More Shredding In Store
"I started Rollerskating (on ramps) just before I turned 40 , it's never too late to start, you just need more safety gear :)"
"I've been doing it for years now I'm in my mid 40s and still rollin. It makes me a bit sad I didn't start when I was younger, but I reckon i've got another ten years left in me."
Moving the Needle On Women's Pockets
"Sewing/tailoring clothes. On a whim I took a class at a local community center and got hooked. After learning some basics in the class and following some YouTube videos I can make a passable pair of pants/trousers and basic shirts. I'm lucky that my local library had sewing machines you could check out so I didn't need to commit any real money early on."
"The best thing to come out of learning this new skill was making a pair of pants with actual pockets for my wife. Guys, you have not seen joy until you see your wife get a pair of functional custom pants with human-sized pockets. I thought her head was going to explode she was so happy."
Keep an Ear Out for Jingles
"I always wanted to learn an instrument that wasn't academic related."
"Over COVID lockdown I picked up the guitar."
"I picked it up pretty quick. So I learned the drums."
"Now I'm finishing building a music studio. I wanna write commercial jingles and just throw a bunch of sh** online for fun"
Unexpected, But Sounds Awesome
"I'm 31, but one year ago I discovered camels. Now I own three. I love them 🥰" -- ZhenHen
"I assume you are not talking about cigarettes, so how does one acquire not only one but three camels? Where do you live? How much did they cost? I'm very intrigued." -- dufresne90
"When you're into camels, every day is Hump Day." -- HolIerer
And a few put a finer point on the nature of that work vs. hobbies dynamic. They assured that one's professional career doesn't necessarily have to provide all the fulfillment they're looking for.
Sometimes, we just need to punch the clock.
Earning Free Time
"PSA: you don't have to be passionate about your job. Your passion can be a hobby you do in your free time. I don't think I will ever find a vocational passion."
"Used to think I was broken because of that but really there is no requirement to be head over heels about what puts money on the table and food in the pocket!"
Career's Moving, Still Painting
"Late 40s here. Got a book called Learn to Draw in 30 Days about 4 years ago. Then about 3 years ago I heard about #the100daychallenge where the goal is to create art every day for 100 days. I never stopped and made it a goal to hit 1000 days."
"In that time, I won contests, got about two hundred commissions, raised over $5000 for a charity, and had a great time. When I hit the 1000 days back in December, I decided to go back to college and get an art degree. I signed up for classes and talked with my manager at work to see how much they would pay for college, she was excited that I was going to get a business degree and said she'd work on getting all of the classes covered."
"Free college became too tempting to pass up so now I'm planning on getting the business degree and then on to law school because they'll pay for that too. I just finished my first semester with a 4.0 and I'm on day 1136 of my non-stop painting journey."
So if you're still looking around for your passion and feeling discouraged, rest assured that it might come your way when you least expect it.
And life is long, my friends.
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Don't disturb my beauty sleep! That's the one rule I have––and thankfully I live alone, so there isn't anyone to bother me, which is fabulous. But that doesn't mean I'm immune to getting woken up in the middle of the night. The worst way I can think of off the top of my head? The time a drunk guy wandered into my friend's yard and started banging on the window while I was trying to sleep. It was 3 a.m. The incident also gave me the fright of my life!
People told us about the experiences that yanked them out of dreamland after Redditor GratefulD_86 asked the online community,
"What is the worst way you've been woken up?"
"By raw sewage pouring through my ceiling (in my bedroom) from my upstairs neighbor.
He partied and ripped the toilet out of the floor, then continued using it. Took maintenance almost 16 hours to show up and turn off the flow."
"I literally didn't even know..."
"Cops beating on my door to search my house for someone I was hiding. I literally didn't even know the person."
Terrifying. This could have ended very badly.
"Cops busted down my door..."
"Cops busted down my door to take me to jail for having meth except. They had the wrong house."
"Neighbor decided to hang shelves in her bathroom after midnight and drilled into our shared wall. Scared the crap out of me."
The walls do indeed have ears.
"The phone woke me up..."
"The phone woke me up a little after midnight. I was informed that my mother had died. It was not totally unexpected. Her health had been declining.
I still dread hearing the phone ring late at night."
"A cockroach entering my mouth on my first day of camp."
"Police department knocking..."
"Police department knocking on my door at 2 a.m. saying the meth lab across the street might blow up so we needed to get out ASAP."
Is this a deleted episode of Breaking Bad?
"My cats were chasing each other..."
"My cats were chasing each other and one ran across my face while I was sleeping. The scratches were pretty bad all across one side of my face. It was the day before my senior prom too, so I ended up having a scratched-up face for that. I still have a scar right by my eye."
Cats are always at their most unpredictable very late at night!
"My Dad would keep a bag of marbles in the freezer. If you didn't wake up the first time, he dumped them into your bed."
"The neighbor in the building across from us..."
"Glass shattering. Lived in a 6 story apartment building. The neighbor in the building across from us was having some kind of psychotic break and was throwing everything he could get his hands on off his balcony. He was aiming for the windows of other apartments. We were far enough away to not get hit but watching that go down was not super fun."
We don't envy anyone of these people. Hopefully their lives have been filled with plenty of glorious, uninterrupted sleep since.
Have some of your own stories? Feel free to tell us about them in the comments below!
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I love food! Maybe a little too much. It's been an especially amorous relationship over this pandemic. And I know I'm not alone.
All of our palettes are tuned to our own personal tastes. And sometimes certain items and combinations of tastes can leave others less than enticed.
I've lost track of all the side-eye I've gotten when I declare how much I enjoy PINEAPPLE on pizza. I said it. I meant it. Fight me. Let's discuss who else has eclectic tastes.
Redditor u/CatVideoFest wanted to discuss the mixing of certain ingredients that don't leave the best taste in one's mouth by asking:
Food is for survival. That was the plan. But over the years it has become somewhat of a way of life. Some of the most annoying people are foodies. They get so uppity about the preferences of others. Like, let me just enjoy what I enjoy.
Mom No!Mom Smile GIFGiphy
"I don't like my mom's cooking."
"Livestock have refused to eat my mother's cooking. She's a terror in the kitchen."
Take them OUT!!
"I hate walnuts in baked goods. It tastes like wood shavings and completely ruins the flavor."
"I love walnuts but I feel this way about raisins in baked goods, raisins are fine by themselves but not in sweets, I once ordered cinnamon rolls at Hardee's and bit into it and found out there were raisins in it, and I was grossed out and didn't want to eat it. At least freakin' McDonald's serves real cinnamon rolls without freakn' raisins!"
The Fart Ingredient
"I don't like kidney beans except in chili."
Oh thew Crunch...
"Pickles and onion make the best sandwich. I make most of my own pickles from stuff I grow or get from local farms in the fall, but I responded to another comment with two different heinous concoctions I enjoy. Crunchy, salty, sour. I really like pickles and onions to begin with."
"I use more than pickled cucumber though. Like the last one I made, I used garlic naan, mayo, red onion, scallions, pickled garlic, green olives, Kalamata olives, garlic dill cucumber, and green beans. Shallot, sour pickled onion, sweet pickled cucumbers, and sushi ginger on sprouted 14 grain bread is also also a favorite of mine."
No Sizzlebacon GIFGiphy
"I do not like bacon."
Who doesn't like bacon? That seems like a sacrilege. Right? But to each their own. Though I will never understand not loving walnuts in comfort food. Y'all need more self love.
Love the Big M
"Fast food tastes amazing, yeah its unhealthy as hell but don't you sit there and lie and say it tastes bad."
Blasphemy!golden girls flirting GIF by HULUGiphy
"Cheesecake is disgusting."
Too Many Legs
"Lobsters and crabs are giant insects."
"I don't really think that's that controversial, in my area of the world we even call this creature a 'Moreton Bay Bug' even though some fisheries try to give it the more appealing name of 'flathead lobster'."
"Boneless wings are vastly superior to bone-in wings. I think bone-in wings are a ripoff because when you get half a pound of them, part of that half-pound is inedible. It's like if you ordered a quarter-pound cheeseburger, but the restaurant considers the weight of the plate to be part of that quarter-pound and you end up with just a slider. Just give me some damn meat."
The Slimeman oyster GIFGiphy
"Oysters are truly disgusting and absurdly overpriced for quarter sized pieces of snot that tastes like salt water and hot sauce."
Ok, I'm trying to stay calm. I don't want to judge. But some of these opinions... are leaving me shook. Except the oysters. That is that work of the devil. Look away...
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