to ask for your best ever 'I told you so moment?

[AllyBee990]

I feel like we can't talk about these moments in real life without sounding smug but would love to know stories...

Mine is when a git at work left his lovely, also at work wife for a total bully, also same office. After a few months of flowers delivered to the office and rubbing it under lovely ex wife's nose, new lady chucked him hehe... I didn't say I told you so but I could tell eveeeeeryone else ( rest of the office is lovely and scandal free ) and defo his wife was thinking it.

What's yours?

@Bumpinthenight

I went through a stage of having regular blood tests. My veins are a lot shy so there was always a struggle to get blood out. I used to take heat pads to encourage the veins!

One day, a phlebotomist looked at my arm and then took blood out of my hand. The next few times blood was removed from my hand. I turned up one day and a new phlebotomist looked concerned that she would have to take blood out of my hand as that was not standard practice. She went to speak to the head phlebotomist who called me ridiculous, told me to take the heat pad off the veins in my hand, and proceeded to hit my arm to find a vein. 5 minutes later, after stabbing me with the needle and digging around, she conceded and withdrew blood from my hand. I think my eyes said it all. I didn't go back. All future bloods were taken in clinic. From my hand.

Been there, got the T shirt. My veins are absolutely shot at due to regular infusions and blood tests (2/3 times per month) due to a chronic condition.

The experienced "proper" nurses/phlebotomists understand and are happy to take blood from my hand when I tell them they'll not get any from the arm.

However, recently, even the phlebotomy dept at the hospital are using less experienced HCA's to take bloods. The last time I went, I mentioned the problem with the veins and said I always have it from my hand. The HCA just stropped around, said it's a lot harder and more painful and that she'd just take it from the arm. After 20 minutes of her using me as a pin cushion, I TOLD her to stop and use the sodding hand like I said in the first place. She did and got the sample first time. She didn't say another word and never made eye contact after that - just continued banging things around in a childish strop.

You can refuse to let them try your arm, dont let them bully you. I'm a hcp, you arent allowed to proceed without verbal consent.

Dont be afraid to upset people who arent afraid to cause you pain. So what if their offended.

Years ago, I worked in Banking compliance. Annoying arrogant desk manager phoned me to ask me to "fast track" a client as he'd already traded with them.
There was no fast track system, and trading without authorisation was not correct procedure (for many reasons). I explained that there was no way to speed things up, told him what documents I needed, and what needed to be done to ensure the process was a smooth as possible. He wasn't having it and decided to come and complain to my boss.
After hearing some raised voices from bosses office, annoying desk manager and my boss came over to my desk with some of the relevant paperwork. Boss asked annoying man, "What did she say you needed to do?"
Man muttered what I'd told him, not looking at me at all.
My boss said, "Well, suggest you do that, ASAP, as you've already breached procedure by trading without authorisation."
I smiled very sweetly and said, "I did try to explain..."

@BoredZelda

Marrying somebody you hardly know IS stupid even if occasionally it works out.

Yeah, reading quite a few of these I’m thinking “well, that could very easily have gone the other way”

It’s one thing to know you were right at the time, but quite different when you have made an against the odds prediction and were right.

Maybe it’s stupid, maybe it isn’t.

The most successful marriages I know committed to each other young and quickly.

Most of the people I know who dithered for a long time before committing ended up getting divorced. Often shortly after having dc, which due to their age had to happen within a few years of the relationship starting.

Whereas dh and I had 15 years before dc to iron out the wrinkles. I suspect that is a part of why we have a good marriage.

Also, we didn’t ‘hardly know each other’. He moved in within a week of meeting, so after six months we had spent more time together than many couples spend in their first year. If we had spent a couple of years seeing each other only on weekends and had been in our 30s, no one would have said anything about us getting married, yet we would have known each other less than we actually did.

Was having a driving lesson with my dad and suddenly got the most excruciating pain under my rib. Made it really difficult to breathe and really fucking hurt. Dad thought I was swinging the lead and made me practise all my manoeuvres before agreeing to go home.
Get home and my mum takes one look at me and takes me to hospital. X ray reveals a spontaneous pneumothorax-basically my lung had collapsed for no reason.
Dad had the decency to apologise at least!

The moment the head of a 3 member panel at a stage three complaint with my local authority said that they were so concerned with what they had discovered they were waiving the two week wait to give their verdict and proceeded to tell the head of service exactly what I had been saying for two years: that social workers had destroyed my family and me for no better reason than they’d made up their minds early on and weren’t interested in the plethora of evidence they had seen that suggested they were wrong.

I wanted to say I told you so but I was too choked up trying to not burst into tears with bothe relief and sheer rage at what so called professionals had done.

Not one of them lost their jobs and the LA still hasn’t followed through with the panel’s recommendations.

Both my DC had the same problem. My first we back in child a&e and sent through to the childrens ward, waited for the consultant to then be told there is nothing wrong with my child of which I have said we have been give calpol which is hiding the symptoms to be called and over reacting neurotic mother and told to go home, o refused and waited in the waiting room until the calpol wore off, roll on vomiting, breathing difficulties leading us to be put into a private room for a two night stay.

Second child, send home twice from child a&e as was not deem poorly enough to go through to the children Ward. Day 3 was unable to got a doc appt, but walk in with said limp and lethargic child over my arms and said I need help, the passing doctors put me straight in his office to explain what point we were at to which he called the children ward and spoke to the head consultant on site that I was on my way and there is no question my child needs his help, was even offered an ambulance ride if I did not have my own car. Straight to hospital and was met by the consultant waiting for me at reception, roll on 3 night stay. Referral was never needed and after that I was never questioned when I said my daughter was unwell again

@Newmum738

When the hospital tried to send me home saying the baby wouldn’t come for at least another 7 hours and I nearly had it down the toilet half an hour later. I did actually say ‘I told you I couldn’t go home’. Imagine if I had!!

My I told you so was exactly this but baby did come at home!

Oldtiredfedup you didn't say what had unfolded but bloody hell for your family to be destroyed - that's awful. Ive worked with a couple of outstanding social workers and one that was truly scary and shouldn't be left in charge of a hamster. The two remaining ones in that team were incompetent.

Like many others, when in labour with my first, i was told by the ambulance man that "lots of women call an ambulance because it's their due date & they don't want to pay for a taxi".

I was 37 weeks, nowhere near due date, waters had gone completely, baby was back to back, and contractions were non stop. I could feel her head descending in the ambulance.

At the hospital, midwife refused to examine me as I had walked in (not in a wheelchair) and was relatively calm. She told me to have a cup of tea and relax.

After I threw my knickers across the room, she agreed to look. I was fully dilated and well into second stage of labour. Baby was born less than 10 mins later.

@magickit we had similar. Do then aged 5 had a bit of a funny walk. And the the pain started. Doctor kept saying growing pains etc and flat feet. In the end the pain as horrendous every night. I ended up going to private podiatrist who thought it might ve his spine. I found what u thought it was, either perches or a osteoid osteoma. After they received her letter they did a mri and saw something but didn't think much of it. Had to push and push. Finally someone from St Thomas's looked at the mri and said he needs further tests. Cue being run to a and e for blood tests locally then Sent to St Thomas's next day a and e for more tests. Then an xray. We where up and down ti the hospital every day for a week. They had infectious diseases question us. We haven't ever left the country with him. She then kept going through the time line trying to suggest I didn't do enough and it was a safe guarding issue. She waited till dh was in another room with other 3 dc trying to blame me. I went through everything again how I was dismissed and his referee pushed around 3 different hospitals saying they couldn't look at him

Finally they did a ct scan! A doctor went past us as we where waiting to go in and he said are you Mr and Mrs x and little x. We said yes he said oh I looked at his mri last week. It's an ostend osteoma. It's a benign tumour in his femur that can be removed. And then disappeared. I was dumbfounded. He then had the ct confirming this. Which I had also suggested at the beginning..

We where going to go through PALS but I just couldn't go through it all again. The poor boy couldn't walk by the time he finally had treatment. He had radio-frequency ablasion and a few hours later could walk like nothing happened.

DH met became friends with new work colleagues;one of them decided she was now his "best friend";the friendship was intense;she had tons of issues (MH issues,drugs,alcohol,no self esteem,possible additional needs) she had no boundaries and was bad news;DH didn't appreciate the nickname I gave her "the wrecking ball" due to her ability to wreck relationships between herself and other people as well as relationships between others.She actually tried to break up my marriage for no other reason than I suspect she was jealous that I am a decent mum to my kids and I was married to the father of my kids (that's a whole other story).

When I first met her the vibes I got off her were awful;DH wouldn't have a bad word said about his friend.He was going through a bad time in his life and was vulnerable when they met (untreated MH issues,the loss of a parent etc)

Anyway after he came to realise that she was toxic as was their friendship and I was right about her wrecking relationships after he also realised the damaged she'd caused to other friends relationships too.

He went very LC with her and only talks to her occasionally as he's still friends with her partner who also frankly deserves better (again another story).

@CamomileTeabag

As someone who campaigned against Brexit and this Conservative government and many of its personalities, I'm having quite a lot of them at the moment

@CamomileTeabag - I'm with you, but it feels a bit of a Pyrrhic victory to be honest 😕

Would far rather have had no Brexit and no BJ utter incompetence...

@Dogscanteatonions

Exh used to take the piss out of my careful packing and checking of things when we went anywhere in a very mean way. We went on holiday once and he wouldn't let me help/suggest/check anything whilst he packed his and our child's things. Unbeknownst to him I checked and sorted properly our kid's stuff and ignored his so he turned up on holiday with no pants and a cotton bed sheet instead of 3 linen shirts 🤣🤣

He's also gone to an airport TWICE without his passport.

A cotton sheet instead of shirts!! That really is rubbish packing!! 😁

My best one was as a 17 year old first time Mum, back in the 70's.

I had been in and out of hospital all through the pregnancy and was now 34 weeks. I had been for an anti natal appointment in the morning and said to the midwife I felt 'odd' my back hurt and wasn't just right. She was convinced it was just braxton hicks ( although I had been in the week before on bed rest as another midwife was concerned it was early labour)

Still I was sent home - I lived 30 miles away and had to go on two buses to the hospital, by the time I got home was definitely not right. Went to the toilet and realised I had had a show.
Mum phoned an ambulance and I was taken straight back.
The Dr and Midwife came into have a look and both said I would be taken back up to the anti natal ward, but didn't actually check me.
I said I felt like a wanted to push. Dr raised his eyebrow to the midwife and actually said " These school girl mothers, think they know everything" and walked out"
I told my Mum to ring the bloody bell and this time the midwife actually had a look - she managed to catch DS in the gush of waters that came with him!

Two years later it was the same midwife who opened the door of maternity as I arrived by ambulance as I was hemorrhaging at 30 weeks pg.

She issued orders left right and centre to get be into delivery, although the Dr wanted to take me into a side ward. She was right, DS2 was born in the corridor.

DD I didn't even make it to the hospital, she was born in the ambulance in a layby.

She recognised me and told them

@HerbertChops

My mum was an accountant in a large multinational. She was doing some related training and was set a project to improve a process in the business to save the business money. My mum noticed that there was a flaw in the systems that meant an invoice could be paid twice and this had happened in the past and no one had noticed, these were invoices that often amounted to over £1m each. She showed her report to her boss and her simple solution to stop it happening in future and he told her to hide it, that he’d lose his job if anyone else higher up found out an invoice had been paid twice.

A few years later my mum took voluntary redundancy and her redundancy payment was paid twice. She kept the additional payment in a separate account in case they ever asked her to pay it back, they never have in the 14 years since.

That is actually theft @HerbertChops - people have been convicted if they do not return money paid in error by their employer when they realise the error. So probably best never to tell that story outside an anonymous forum! Although there is an element of karma to it...

@UserBot999

Actually, watching the news 10 jan 2020 and the flu virus in china was reported. Oh shit i thought. My colleagues all said "dont be daft, we'll be fine". They"ve v likely forgotten that though!

I was exactly the same and lots of my work colleagues were laughing at me and saying I was totally over reacting. The footage coming out of Wuhan on the news and social media was really scary in Jan 2020 but people seemed oblivious.
One colleague said to me,
"I was in Canada during SARS - it will be fine, it will never really affect the UK...."

CorsicaDreaming

That is actually theft HerbertChops - people have been convicted if they do not return money paid in error by their employer when they realise the error. So probably best never to tell that story outside an anonymous forum! Although there is an element of karma to it...

Not a told you so - but a similar situation. A few of us took redundancy a few years ago. I noticed that they had paid my redundancy twice so I contacted them. They didn't believe me at first but then checked and noticed that they had paid not just me, but all the redundant staff twice, but I was the only one who had contacted them. TBF I check my bank account every day so that's probably why.

However the other ex employees weren't pleased with me at all so I presume they would have just done as HerbertChops mother did. I didn't even know they'd been overpaid, I was only acting for myself. I'm sure some of them haven't forgiven me - but alas I have no Karma moment.

@VexedofVirginiaWater - it's amazing how often it happens! And how people think they can just keep the money like a grown up version of "finders keepers"...

Got a lot of sympathy for @HerbertChops' Mum - especially as she had already warned them they had real consistency issues in their finance dept and just been ignored... still technically theft though.

Late to this but mine follow the general trend:
Junior doctor tried to send me home with paracetamol for a miscarriage I knew I wasn’t having. Consultant tried to tell me I had appendicitis, I knew it wasn’t. Cue emergency surgery four days later for a ruptured ectopic.
When having DD4, I told 8 staff: three midwives, head midwife (utterly snotty bitch) and several consultants labour wasn’t progressing normally (it wasn’t my first rodeo) and I needed a c section. Hours later, when I threatened to sue anyone who examined me further, I got my c section. Baby in distress and was lying transverse- surgeon peered over the screen and said ‘You were right Mum, you couldn’t have delivered her’.
Went to the GP with a lump in my breast. Told it definitely wasn’t cancer, I persisted. Doctor who huffily did ultrasound told me there was nothing there. I put my finger in the lump and he could suddenly find it. Surgeon told me it was pre-cancerous and suggested ‘watchful waiting’. I insisted they remove it. Turns out it was cancer. Surgeon had put me on the non-urgent pile. Suddenly pulled back in for lymph node removal and radiotherapy.
What is it with the God complex some doctors have??
Oh, and the eleven year delay in DD receiving her autism diagnosis. Failures from three sencos and a near retirement GP, who said as DD read normal fiction books, she couldn’t possibly have ASD .
Luckily, I can afford to go private for health but the NHS would have seen me dead in numerous occasions.

One very wet morning I got in my car to go to work. But I couldn't release the hand-brake. After struggling with it for ages I eventually called the AA/RAC or whoever we were with at the time, and an hour later along comes a man in a van. I explained the problem and he said that it was obvious my hands were just to weak, so down the drive in the torrential rain he strutted to sort it out. Arrogant, silly-little-woman attitude.
He pulled, wriggled and hoiked it about but he couldn't release it either and had to call out a tow truck to take it away. I don't think I managed very well to hide my smug expression when he told me. It turned out that that particular model had a problem with jamming handbrakes.

Always calminacrisis and other PP's.....My doctor niece passed this one on to me: "What's the difference between a consultant and God?" "God knows He isn't a consultant" I'd love to pass on more, but not my tales to tell, and possibly outing.

I have had epilepsy all my life and was attending the same consultant for maybe 25 years. A good few years ago a new surgery came about that could lessen or get rid of your seizures. I enquired about it at one of my appointments and was completely brushed off saying no no no, you wouldn't be suitable for that.

He retired about 10 years ago and at my first appointment with his replacement I was asked had I ever thought about the surgery and told him the response I got from his predecessor. The new doc said that they won't know until I have tests.

So I had the tests and the surgery and have been seizure free since. Fucking waste of space of a consultant.

Opened a new internet-only bank account and deposited £600 into it from old bank. An additional £600 appeared as a transfer into the new account a few days later. But only one £600 payment had come out of my other account.

I told the new bank, who said I must be mistaken. I told them that the second payment definitely hadn't come from my old bank and must be a mistake. They said very snottily that it was impossible and my DH must have paid it in. I explained that he isn't computer-savvy and would not have been able to make bank transfers without my direct help.

Eventually I gave up and held onto the money for a year or so in case they decided to reclaim it, then I spent it!

With DS1 was past his due date. Was about 9pm so called the maternity number as was having really bad pains. Got my DH to talk to them, but they said that the need to talk to me, Explained was was going on and they said that it was probably just PGP as my pelvis was doing things its not had to do before and that if it continues to try taking some paracetamol and having a warm bath and if its gets worse to call back.

Tried to have a bath but it was luke warm as not enough hot water, tried to get comfy on the spare bed so DH could as least get some sleep as he had work the next day. Got to 2am, called them again and they said to come in, we will have a look and we might give it you something as could be early labour but it might slow things down.

Get there about 3:15 they examine me and they said that I was 9cm dilated already! I said no wonder nothing was working as I was able to talk through me contractions which you are not able to do.

All the midwifes were talking about about me how how far I had got to before coming in