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Glad I don't have to do that anymore. Hours of my life wasted following those cunts around the shop on CCTV only to see them go inside for a week or two, bounce straight out and go right back to it.
 
reported a twitter post of trump dressed as hitler pushing Arabs through a door marked gas chambers, called the bloke a cunt as well, that post stays up because it doesn’t break their rules, my account is locked for a week because the poster complained I’d harassed him.
 
reported a twitter post of trump dressed as hitler pushing Arabs through a door marked gas chambers, called the bloke a cunt as well, that post stays up because it doesn’t break their rules, my account is locked for a week because the poster complained I’d harassed him.

I mean, if a social platform looks fascist and barks like a fascist...
 
Not so much annoys, but puzzles me. Why do waiting staff supply me with a steak knife for a fillet. If I've got to saw through the thing then we have a problem...
 
Not so much annoys, but puzzles me. Why do waiting staff supply me with a steak knife for a fillet. If I've got to saw through the thing then we have a problem...
Quite a few years ago being served a steak in a hotel in the Black Forest made me realise the steaks I'd mostly had in UK were shit. It was 2" thick and the standard dinner knife went through easily.
Tbf the quality of steaks at home seem to have improved since but you are still given a saw.
 
The place I used to work did rare breed steaks, took a few home, totally ruined me for normal steaks...
 
How shit my doctor is. It's annoying now, but I'll laugh about it at some point, once I've switched GP.

I have had a hernia for a few years, it got quite painful a couple of years ago, so GP referred me for an ultrasound, got the okay to have it operated on, sent off for funding.... then nothing. It turns out they surgery had the funding approved but never did anything after that, so I've had over a year thinking I'm on a waiting list, while actually nothing was ever arranged. They can't work out (or won't say) where the comms broke down, but it's only because I finally thought "even the NHS can't have me waiting this long" that I found out.

That's okay, I'll survive, funding re-approved and have a consultation with a specialist in a week or so. I wasn't an arse about it, just disappointed.

I also take a couple of mental health medications. One of these (Vencarm XL) was out of stock last repeat, so I asked the GP to prescribe a replacement; it's Venlafaxine but the pharmacy can only supply what's on the script, which is the brand name. GP prescribes Vencamil. Which sounds similar enough, right? I've been on it for about 10 days, and have had flu, it's taken me ages to get over it, and then kept getting "whooshing" and dizziness in my head, having trouble getting to sleep, waking up loads, which doesn't usually happen; I have put it down to my immune system being shit after covid, it being my Nan's funeral this week.

So this morning I got curious and googled Vencamil. It turns out it's not an SNRI like venflaxine, it's a hormone for treating under-active thyroids. And I've been on 1.5 to 2.5x the regular initial dose, while also going cold turkey on my anxiety / depression meds. No wonder I'm feeling a little fucked up!

TLDR - my doctor is actively trying to kill me.
 
Hope things start to improve for you mate.
Once you've transferred to a better practice, & your treatment is in place, hope you're able to escalate this.
There are a lot of people getting a terrible service from their GPS atm. I feel that the good practices are overwhelmed, but the bad ones don't give a fuck.
 
That's partly why I've not pushed against their mistakes before, I know how tight budgets etc are, and how tough covid was. I work in state education (really wishing I was private sector with medical insurance now!) so know how tight everything is in money terms. The staff mostly do a great job, can't fault them for my Nan's care (she was still living on her own at 99, had a fall, then a stroke while she was recovering, still lived to 101), so feel awful being what I see as awkward about it.
Also, kicking up a fuss is not the easiest when your spidey-sense is constantly on high-alert-danger-ping-siren-mode.

In the meds case, though, I think I'm pretty entitled to have a poke with a sharp stick. It was a great surgery when we moved here, and when my wife was a kid she went there as well, but the doctors changed about 8-10 years ago and there's just no bedside manner at all.

Thank you for your kind wishes. I know I'll be grand again soon.
 
How shit my doctor is. It's annoying now, but I'll laugh about it at some point, once I've switched GP.

I have had a hernia for a few years, it got quite painful a couple of years ago, so GP referred me for an ultrasound, got the okay to have it operated on, sent off for funding.... then nothing. It turns out they surgery had the funding approved but never did anything after that, so I've had over a year thinking I'm on a waiting list, while actually nothing was ever arranged. They can't work out (or won't say) where the comms broke down, but it's only because I finally thought "even the NHS can't have me waiting this long" that I found out.

That's okay, I'll survive, funding re-approved and have a consultation with a specialist in a week or so. I wasn't an arse about it, just disappointed.

I also take a couple of mental health medications. One of these (Vencarm XL) was out of stock last repeat, so I asked the GP to prescribe a replacement; it's Venlafaxine but the pharmacy can only supply what's on the script, which is the brand name. GP prescribes Vencamil. Which sounds similar enough, right? I've been on it for about 10 days, and have had flu, it's taken me ages to get over it, and then kept getting "whooshing" and dizziness in my head, having trouble getting to sleep, waking up loads, which doesn't usually happen; I have put it down to my immune system being shit after covid, it being my Nan's funeral this week.

So this morning I got curious and googled Vencamil. It turns out it's not an SNRI like venflaxine, it's a hormone for treating under-active thyroids. And I've been on 1.5 to 2.5x the regular initial dose, while also going cold turkey on my anxiety / depression meds. No wonder I'm feeling a little fucked up!

TLDR - my doctor is actively trying to kill me.
That absolutely is not OK (the mixing meds bit). Maybe not with these actual meds, but a mix up like that with the wrong stuff and the wrong patient could kill them. It shouldn’t actually be possible to cock that up like that either.
 
“Went into hospital sick, came out addicted to heroine”
 
That absolutely is not OK (the mixing meds bit). Maybe not with these actual meds, but a mix up like that with the wrong stuff and the wrong patient could kill them. It shouldn’t actually be possible to cock that up like that either.
My wife is pretty mad about it, so if I don’t complain the she certainly will.

I’m actually buzzing this evening, best I’ve felt in ages. Probably knowing that I’ll get some proper sleep soon, and not the interrupted fever dream I’ve had for the last week!
 
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