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?

A few years ago I put on weight really quickly for no reason in the space of a month. My hair started falling out, I had terrible dry skin and broken nails and suffering from severe fatigue. Classic symptoms of hypothyroidism. I went the the GP and told her what I thought it might be and also said it was unusual for me to gain so much weight in a short time as I hadn’t changed my diet and was swimming 3 times a week, an hour a time. She looked at me and said ‘Well I have a chubby friend like you who’s very fit so you shouldn’t look for excuses for putting on weight’. Despite being gobsmacked at the sheer rudeness I insisted that I have the blood tests needed to check and 3 days later was called back to the surgery as my tsh levels were through the roof! I told her to her face ‘I told you and you wouldn’t believe me!’ To her credit she looked embarrassed and apologised. She left the practice soon after. I don’t miss her.

@DifficultBloodyWoman

My Ex was speeding. I warned him that police often operated in the area. He ignored me and I swear he may have gone just a little bit faster on purpose.

No surprise that we got pulled over shortly afterwards (apparently, they have one car or radar in one zone and collect the speeders 2 kilometres later in a safer area).

Ex was grumpy. You would almost think the police only appeared because I mentioned their name (Beetlejuice?).

They took his details and returned to the police car to check them.at that point, I said something along the lines of ‘At least they haven’t asked you to do a breathalyser test’.

The policeman came back and asked Ex when he last drank and how much, and, after hearing the answers, made him do a breathalyzer test on the side of the road. He was just, just under the limit.

Do police have sound listening devices pointed at the cars they pull over? It crossed my mind at the time. And ex’s. He was a monumental PITA for days afterwards. This attitude was a major part of my leaving.

I did similar. When we were in our teens my cousin was showing off, absolutely gunning it down the mostly empty M1. I felt uncomfortable but was too shy/naive/#bekind to say slow the fuck down you utter twat.

Instead I nonchalantly said, "oh, was that a police car?" and he panicked and took his foot off the gas. A minute or so later, yep, he was pulled over for speeding, and the speed he'd been officially clocked at was only a few mph under what would have been an instant ban (100?). Considering he'd hit 110 at one point, I was VERY smug at him and declared myself psychic from that day on

Said it the entire time I was giving birth. I'd told the midwife my family had a history of fast labours and I wanted an epidural at 2cm...they said I couldn't til I was 4cm and it would be ages as it was my first. Next time they checked me I was fully dilated and it was too late. Entire labour was a couple of hours.

A horrible ex boyfriend used to ring my parents and say nasty things to them every time we argued. He used it to emotionally blackmail me into doing what he wanted, as he knew it upset me (I know I should have left earlier - it was an abusive relationship and I eventually did leave).

Anyway, one day we were in a rough part of town, he was waving his mobile phone about in the air, shouting that he was going to ring my dad. I was in tears and begging him not to. Along ran a young thief who grabbed his phone off him and sped off with it

Not really a GOOD "told you so" moment but my first-born was 4 months old when he got sick. As a first-time mum I was worried I was over-reacting, worried I was under-reacting, you know how it is.

He couldn't sleep except lying on me, I couldn't sleep I was so anxious with PPA/PPD.

On Tuesday I took him to his then doc but she was out and a sub saw us. Sent us to get an x-ray and declared he didn't have RSV and he would be fine.

Wednesday I was still concerned. Called and spoke to the nurse who rudely told me he'd been checked the day before, he was fine. I mentioned history of childhood asthma, maybe he needs a nebulizer. She tells me snottily that he's too young to be diagnosed with asthma and again, he'll be fine.

He's getting worse and by Thursday I call the pediatrician that saw him when he was born and schedule an emergency appointment. My MIL comes with me, to ensure they actually listen.

We were there for 2 hours through 2 nebulizer treatments and he was diagnosed with RSV and bronciollitis, ear infection in both ears and conjunctivitis. We went home with a nebulizer and very strong antibiotics and an appointment the next day. We went to that appointment and the doc said she was worried we'd be in the ER that night so she was admitting him. They did another x-ray at the hospital and he had pneumonia in his upper right lung.

I immediately transferred care on the Thursday, I even called the old docs office and instructed them to forward them the medical notes. I told them they had nearly killed my son. They had the audacity to call on Friday while I was waiting and ask the pediatrician if she was taking over care, they came to confirm with me, I again repeated "yes, they nearly killed him".

I looked into suing her for malpractice to get her license removed. Turns out he wasn't the first kid she'd misdiagnosed.

I'm still angry and he's a big 5 y/o now.

Nothing on the scale of these, and a long time ago.

I'm dyslexic but wasn't diagnosed until my 30s. My form teacher tried to teach my unsuccessfully so at options time I dropped French. But due to my mother's fear of flying and sailing family holidays always involved driving from Calais to Spain or Italy through France.

I was in the form room on my own, a couple of girls came in and they were discussing something, one of them asked if I knew the French for post card, I replied, "carte postale", the second girl scoffed and said, "she doesn't even take French, carte is a map"

At this point my form teacher arrived so the same question was asked, and of course she gave the same answer as me.

Dickwad colleague was too busy and important to take the time for me to show him how to use a piece of equipment before I went on leave for a month. It’ll be fine, he said. I’m too busy, he said.

Guess what broke after a week?

I hear it got fixed eventually but he had to admit to not knowing how to some senior people first

I insisted one of my children had an issue with their thigh bones because of their symptoms and my somewhat obsessive trawling of Internet forums and medical journals trying to find people with the same symptoms. Years they experienced these pains and progressively debilitating symptoms.
Orthopaedic consultant basically laughed in my face, MRI'd one leg only, found exactly what I said she would find in the leg bone and declared it a common anomaly found in growing bone. I complained to pals and said the other leg needed an MRI at the same time. Meanwhile my child can barely walk. Consultant dismissively says "growing pains" and tells my child to man up, basically! Finally, ten months later, both legs are given an MRI. Both bones contain the same defect and the first one they found had worsened. Consultant gave me the news that my child needed surgery but tried desperately not to name the condition. I outright asked her if it was that. She went red, said "I'm afraid so, yes." I fixed her with a really long stare and just said "I told you it was."

So it was good but bad because my child waited years for surgery they should have had earlier. And my mind is still blown that a consultant of BONES couldn't diagnose a bone condition that I apparently could by reading medical articles and talking to patients with the condition.

@Frlrlrubert

The many times FIL has said something will/won't fit in a space to contradict me.

He's lovely but it's been 11 years, he should know by now I'm the master of measuring by eye.

Hah, this but w dh rather than FiL. Every fucking time!

At high school - I wasn't the best student as in classic "should apply themselves more" style. My geography teacher (also my form tutor) said to me as I was walking into the exam "it's a shame you never worked harder as you're clever but now you're going to fail this exam" Who was the smuggiest, smug cow on results day when I got an A in geography and just HAD to show my supportive, kind teacher!

In a very male heavily male dominated workplace - I think in fact I was the only female not in the office at the time, sat in crowded tea room and Lead Bloke calling out crossword clues. I would rarely have said anything in this environment, but knew the answer which was "rheumy" so I called it out. There was a weird sort of silence from everyone then a snort. Lead Bloke looked at the paper, counted out the letters, could see it was right and STILL wouldn't put it in.
Next day at the same time I knew they would go through yesterday's answers. I wasn't on shift but knew the penny would drop quietly, for some of them.

Being induced with ds, pains non stop for hours .was checked and was only 3cm .pain was unbearable I asked them to turn the drip down or get me an epidural . 45mins later He was fannying about getting the needle in and I just said stop I need to push . The midwife rolled her eyes and said shes 3cm she doesn’t. I threw myself on the bed so dramatically and she checked and said quietly oh yes she’s fully dilated . HA I told you so

I ended up with one yesterday. DS was complaining of a bad stomach before school. I just assumed he didn't want to eat his breakfast and wanted a quick play before school instead. Lunch time I got a phone call from the school after he threw up all over the yard. Then at 4pm he threw up over my sofa. Serves me right for sending him to school when I thought he was faking.

I was maybe 7 or 8. I broke my foot in PE in the morning. No one believed me. I was forced to hop about all day in agony. Mum didn't believe me when she picked me up either. I didn't see a doctor for 2 days! I wasn't given pain relief by anyone as I was deemed to be faking it. I had no swelling so couldn't be broken...

When finally taken to a&e (to shut me up and prove it). I'd broken 2 bones in my foot. Guess what... Bones don't swell!

I'd like to day they believed me after that but they took the same view when I broke my arm a year later.

Outing possibly but when in labour I was given an epidural and I complained (screamed the hospital down) that I was in pain and it didn't work. They told me to be quiet or they would make me leave the hospital. Once I gave birth they tried to lift me into a wheelchair because I "couldn't feel my legs because of the epidural" and I walked around the bed scowling at them showing them that I could not only feel my legs but I could use them!

Exh went through a phase of trawling thru my social media accounts to find "proof" of me being an evil person, accusations of parental alienation, etc etc. I enjoyed the feeling of smug vindication when, months later, his barrister admitted I am an excellent mother to the judge, with reams of glowing reports from school, social worker and cafcas as proof.

I fucking hate family court.

On behalf of DH, he had the usual difficulty getting through to the GP and convincing the receptionist that he needed to see someone, they very reluctantly booked him in for that afternoon. He missed the appointment as he was in an ambulance on the way to hospital. Turned out to be Lyme's disease, with classic symptoms that had been described on the phone. Really important to get early treatment to avoid long term problems with Lyme's disease (he's fine now).

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I live near a tidal river, there are signs everywhere warning drivers not to park in certain spots due to flooding risk. There is also a riverside pub with a lovely terrace that you can watch the world go by and often you see drivers park in these spots when I know there is a high tide due in a few hours. As these drivers walk past the pub I have politely warned them that the tide is coming in. Most thank you before shifting their cars but there are always a few 'yeah whatever/fuck off' types. It is hugely satisfying watch the water slowly creep up on the car, reach the foot wells, then the wheel arches etc before said owner comes shreaking down the street losing their shit as their car Is half underwater

Had a really painful knee that kept swelling making it hard to walk and exercise. Referred to specialist smug surgeon who proclaimed it was all in my head and to go to physio. Went to physio, who saw the carnage and bravely said 'I'm sending you back to the surgeon , he'll hate me for it'. Saw the surgeon, now about a year after the problem started. He said again nothing was wrong. I argued and told him I wouldn't leave his room until he referred me for MRI. Told me it couldn't be be funded. Asked him who I needed to speak to to get it funded. He caved. Got MRI. He was very cross and grumpy but knew I was taking no more of his shit. I was only mid twenties and small and he definitely had the surgeons god complex.

3 months later (I swear he delayed the follow up appointment deliberately as he was convinced I was malingering) he comes in head bowed looking very sheepish. "Erm, I'm so sorry. You are have a piece of bone that has come off your femur. Every time you walk, jump etc it slices through the tissues in your knee and makes it swell and fill with blood. That must have been very painful". I looked him steely eyed, straight in the eye and said nothing. He felt it though. Such an arrogant wanker.

An operation partially fixed it and he was nice as pie afterwards. Fucker.

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

Ds was a very difficult baby. Constantly screamed and wouldn’t sleep longer than an hour.

“Colic” said the doctors. “All babies get them. You just have to power through”

Me and dh were arguing a lot because we were both exhausted.

One day, ds stopped eating. Wouldn’t take any milk at all. He was 5 months old. Went back to the doctor who insisted it was ok and babies can go 3 days without eating.

Dh took him that time because I knew they would listen to him. He told the doctor he wasn’t leaving without a referring him to someone else and would the doctor let his kids go three days without eating?!

Doctor reluctantly sent us to hospital where ds was diagnosed with CMPA. A new formula and my god he was like a different baby. He slept! He ate!

Felt very smug when the doctor rang as a follow up and apologised

Years ago I used to live near the river Severn, we used to have the 'Severn bore' on certain days which was a tidal wave that came down and flooded everywhere. Quite a spectacle to watch. As we walked down in our wellies on the high bank, I saw a bloke and his family park his car in a dip by the river. I said it wasn't a good idea to leave your car there as it would be flooded. He was really rude and told me to mind my own business. His wife looked really embarrassed. So we watched the tidal wave and walked back, only to see this bloke raging as he lovely jaguar had water, almost to the top of its steering wheel. I'm sure the wife gave me a little smile as we passed

Flights booked to America- i said to Dh 'oh we need to check if we need a visa/ESTA?'. Dh assurred me we didnt, he was a seasoned traveller (maybe 2 more flights than me to this place) and i didn't need to worry. So i decided not to, as i worried about everything else.

On the day of the flight we got stuck in an accident so made it to check in after it closed. They said they could rush us through if we just handed over our ESTA's.......cue deathly silence from DH.

This was 5 years ago- i havent said 'i told you so' yet but he knows i know. And guess where we're booking flights to today....

French teacher told the other three girls in my class that they would all get Grade 1 CSE(O Level equiv) and she told me I would be lucky to scrape a Grade 3...
I got Grade 1 and the other three got Grade 2...Shame I had left by the time my results had come and couldn't see her face!