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so I went to the doctors last week for migraines I've been having. I just wanted something better than tylenol to manage them. Tylenol just doesnt cut it. I usually get them when I have a particularly stressful/depressive day. They are so bad I end up so sick I can't work. Long story short, the doctor basically told me she wouldn't give me anything cause they are stress related. She wouldn't do anything at all except told me to seek psychotherapy. Then she proceeded to tell me I look to young. Like a teenager. I'll be 28 in less than two months. go **** yourself. I hate doctors. I waited 3 1/2 hrs in the doctors office for her to tell me I look like a teenager. I also work graveyard shifts so this was during the day time during the few hours I would normally get to sleep while my son is in school. So I got 48 hrs with no sleep to have some ***** tell me I look like a teenager.
I hate being told I look like a teenager. Yes, it'll be not so bad to look 50 when I'm really 65 someday... but right now being told you look that young is anything but a complement. Its actually pretty insulting. NO one takes you seriously. Remember being a teenager and you couldn't wait for the adults to start listening to you and valuing your opinion and not just be written off as some dumb teenager with little to no life experience who doesn't know anything?? Try being a divorced adult with an 8 yr old and still be treated like that. Try going for a job interview and convincing your potential employer that your mature enough to handle the job. Its also rather awkward when you go out somewhere and boys still in highschool are trying to pick you up. Its one thing to still be ID'd. Its another to have your doctor insist, repeatedly, that you look like your 17. I hate the way I look for this reason. I hate relationships. I want one, but hate them when I'm in one. I have so much anger and resentment for all the things my sons sperm donor did to me (he was a cheating lying abusive sack of ****) and what my ex husband put me through (he was a lazy mooching alcoholic) that I cant help but be angry and resentful most of the time with my current partner whether or not he's done something to deserve it. I feel bad for him, but it is what it is. I don't think I'm someone who should be in a relationship, but I'm scared of raising a son without a decent male role model of some kind. I dont understand why my current partner puts up with my ****. I hate my job. I'm one of two females out of 50 plus workers and get treated like the biggest piece of ****. It doesn't matter that my work ethic is better than most others, it doesnt matter that I consistently out perform my male coworkers (they keep track of everyones performance and top 5 performers are always on the board at daily meetings -its a very rare occasion I',m not in the top 3). Management where I work make it very clear women don't belong there. I have a job only because I work for a large company and they are required by law to have a diverse staff. Seriously, there's two women, two asians, one mexican and one black guy - most of the token minorities represented - the native guy just quit last week . Although I have seniority (and this company is very religous about seniority) over someone, this individual (some 19 yr old spoiled little rich kid) recently was moved ahead of me and certified for something that should have been an opportunity presented to me. I have been waiting for this for 6 months to happen and it was given to this kid hired long after me. I hate my job. I hate chauvinistic assholes too. Unfortunately I'm stuck there because I've been a struggling young/single mother to many times to turn down the money they pay me. I hate my life. I really do. It never gets better. I'm sick and tired of family members telling me it'll get better. I've been hearing that for 15 ****ing years. It NEVER gets better. Next time I hear that I think I'm gonna punch that person. I don't enjoy anything anymore. I simply exist. I hate my life I wish I could just die. The only reason I haven't shuffled off this mortal coil yet is because my sister committed suicide when I was ten and as much as that ****ed with my head... I couldn't imagine how much it would screw me up if my mother and only real parent committed suicide. I couldn't do that to my son. but my god do I wish something would just kill me. Car accident, cancer, brutal murder. I don't care. just take me away from here. Is it horrible of me that whenever I hear of someone dying that all I can think is 'what a lucky SOB that person is?' |
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This is certainly not my problem, but I know it can be a significant social handicap. I am aware (second-hand) of cases where an agency got some younger employees to groom and dress "older" so that they would be more effective in their jobs.
3 1/2 hours in a doctor's office and forfeited sleep for nothing but an implied insult... ![]()
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Are Imitrex and Relpax perscriptions or over the counter? I went to the emergency once for a migraine and sat in the waiting room for almost 5 hours. Never went to emerg with a migraine again. That was worse than just suffering through it. I so very much hate canada's health care system.
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I, too live in Canada, and treating a migraine and going to the emergency you are as a priority and in competition with the guy who came in with a stubbed toe. I've waited as long as 9 hours and always unlucky enough to sit beside some chatterbox who won't shut-up and leave me in peace! I only go if I'm at my wits end. As for the Imitrex and Relpax, you need a prescription as they are not over the counter. The cost is around $200 for 12 tabs of Relpax, and I take the nasal spray of Imitrex and it's about the same. Luckily I have a drug plan. |
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