u/Serious-Mix8014

Can anyone from 3-6 weeks post op tell me what they’re dealing with? Are you fully recovered now?

My child brought home a poem, it was allowed to be about anything and you had to work in pairs.

The bottom of the sheet says it was created with ChatGPT. Sad times.

EDIT as there’s some confusion here. It wasn’t a worksheet that was created. The actual poem was made using ChatGPT, they said what they wanted to put into the poem then it was generated and printed off to take home.

I can’t get over my postpartum body. I’ve lost so much confidence. I live in baggy clothes.

I actively try to avoid people at the school. The mothers are always dressed really nice, hair done nice, make up nice. They look like they’ve just walked off the catwalk. I look like I’ve just crawled out of a bush.

Went to Caswell beach for the first time yesterday. My 9 year old came running out of the sea screaming because he spotted a jellyfish fish. I went to look and there were LOADS. All across the beach, washing up, all in the water.

There were lots of children and adults in the sea. Is it normal on this beach to have so many jellyfish?

How aren’t people worried about getting stung!!! 🤯

Lots of posts about keeping cool but I can’t stop thinking of the homeless and their dogs. Like where do they go? :(

I don’t know if the manner of your job matters but i had surgery on the 11th. Wrote to my GP for a sicknote for work. The hospital asked me 4 times if I needed one, I gave up. It was only when they discharged me and I made it all the way home did they call and tell me they forgot and it’s at the reception.

I couldn’t go back to get it. Anyways. For my job I carry heavy boxes of alcohol, pull pallets, heavy carts etc etc. we also cannot sit on the work floor so I’m standing 10 hours plus I walk home which is another 2 hours. The GP has wrote me a sicknote for 1 week?? Is that normal?

I read that even if you feel okay it’s important the inside heals?

Had my op on the 11th. Everything went fine but during the op I had a bile leak.

When I was coming around I don’t remember this part much, I remember hearing people being around the bed and someone lifting up my top, and saying “that one keeps leaking, we’ll have to keep an eye on it” I was so outters I couldn’t open my eyes to see what was happening haha!

Anyway! Dr comes in and tells me about the bile leak and that’s why my incisions are leaking but it’ll clear up (btw if you haven’t had it removed yet, just want to let you know none of this hurts) I can’t remember anything after that, it was a fight to stay awake for him to finish what he was saying.

I was sent home the same day, I mean now it’s the 15th and I’m changing my bandages every couple of hours and they’re still leaking. When does this stop??

I’ll probably be fine but this is on my mind. I have no family, I’ve been no contact from childhood abuse.

My relationship was fine for a few years but has taken a bad turn. I won’t lost anything here but to cut it short I’m treated like actual dirt.

I hate my in laws, I’m no contact with them either, they picked away at my personality so much I feel like I’m trapped back in the same cycle as I was with my parents. I genuinely feel I went from one bad situation to another. An ideal life would just be me, making enough money to look after myself and my children and just enjoying life. The grandparents don’t even treat my children as equals and favours my daughter massively.

My oldest (9) is awaiting an assessment. He finds life so difficult. I know he’s on the spectrum somewhere. With this I’m his only supporter it feels like. My son was also diagnosed with encopresis, everyone shouting at me that I didn’t potty train him and all this ridiculous stuff (it’s really not true, I gave it my all and still do) he has major sensory issues (one of the reasons he doesn’t like pooping, he’s a witholder)

I’ve followed the Drs instructions to a T with some success but their father doesn’t follow any of it, doesn’t give him his meds and doesn’t follow his dietary needs. Whatever anyone says, if it’s me or the Dr’s it not listened to.

I am so extremely burnt out from life. Burnt out from sorting medical stuff. My son has an important appointment this week but as it just so happens the Dr called me for surgery. I’ve been waiting for an operation for almost 2 years for painful gallstones, I’ve been SO sick with them so I accepted knowing nobody will take my son to his appointment and even if they did they wouldn’t know what to say because nobody is involved enough to know what’s going on.

The past 2 weeks that I found out I’m having the surgery soon I’ve been so so so nervous, thinking of it makes me so nauseous. I feel like this because if anything was to happen to me during it my children aren’t going to get the support, love and attention they deserve.