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?

I drove a cotton picker when living in Australia. I know how to operate it but no idea how it works. I told my boss that something was wrong with the picker, he assured me for a few days in a row all was fine. The piston were damaged and completely seized up! We had to drive to Melbourne (6 hours away) for parts and back, with the picker out of action for a full day.

I'm a lawyer, I have been a lawyer for many years, been there, seen that and got the t-shirt.
Was reviewing a contract and said that we should not agree to X because we cannot actually do it. Top management pooh-poohed it - pff, this will never become an issue, the other party will not ask for it, it's just legalese, nobody cares.

Guess what the other party did 2 months later? Sure glad I had carefully saved my previous clear and strongly worded email.

When you tell your teenager to not leave their bike unchained outside the sweet shop incase someone steals it (as they can cycle faster than you can run).

Yep, they ignored me, did it again, and their bike was stolen! They had to save up for a new one!

God, I have loads, and mostly medical. Here are 3:

• Baby DD 6 weeks old, has chickenpox. GP says it can't possibly be, as she's too young, and says it's something else (I can't remember what) and prescribes antibiotics. I say - are you sure, it sure as chips looks like chickenpox. She huffs and gives me the script for antibiotics. They of course do nothing, and 2 days later another GP says yeah, it's classic chickenpox! Luckily I had kept her away from other people just in case... including waiting outside the surgery for our appointments!

• Post childbirth, I experienced extreme pain in my nethers. Called GP to get appointment. Receptionist was so bloody snotty, even when I said that I was in so much pain and it wasn't just normal post-childbirth stuff. In the end she very reluctantly gave me an appointment. As GP was a man, she had to chaperone while I was being examined. At which point the GP exclaimed, wow, that must be excruciatingly painful, you poor thing! Hah!

• Broke what I thought was my toe. 6 weeks later, still in pain and the GP told me to get it x-rayed. Out of hours refused to see me: "we don't treat broken toes". The walk-in emergency clinic refused to see me: "we don't treat broken toes". 111 refused to refer me: "we don't treat broken toes". Finally, after 4 hours on the phone with 111 and multiple call-backs, a paramedic called me and I told him my foot felt completely dead ... so he said yeah that doesn't sound good, and referred me to the fracture clinic.

I turn up: "we don't treat broken toes". Yes, I know, and I explain, AGAIN, but it's 6 weeks on, my foot still bloody hurts and feels sort of dead, my GP referred me, 111 referred me ... they very, very, very reluctantly x-rayed me, with lots of eye-rolling and tutting. Whereupon the x-ray reveals a complete break across toe/foot, which had not healed at all in 6 weeks, and I was 100% right to get it x-rayed because it needed months of stabilisation and treatment to fix. Argh! Just bloody listen to your patients!!!

*Pellewsmate

I lived next door to my ILs (farming) and whenever I hung out my washing my FIL would light a bonfire and then peer over the wall to watch my reaction. He also had his bonfire beside his oil tank which unfortunately never caught on fire but the heat wrapped the tank so much that the tank split and the oil company refused to deliver. FIL had to pay to have a new tank installed and find a new spot for his bonfire.
Just before Xmas I had a delivery which went to ILs house by accident so FIL left it out in the rain, the look on his face on Xmas day when he opened his soggy present was priceless.

I love the soggy present karma!*

If it had dried off, I think I'd have been tempted to wet it down again..

@SarahBop

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When people reveal their ignorance by thinking being boostered and still getting covid means that the vaccine doesn't work.... mm.

Moving on - OH needed to move the old sofa out of the house. It came in via the back doors. It needed to go out via the back doors, because it would not easily fit out the front and the radiator in the hallway was in the way and already pretty dodgy...

'DO not try to move it out the front, you'll rip the rad off the wall'...

Half an hour of crashing and banging later, I heard 'ooh.. shit.. wheres the towels... I need a plumber...'

I've no restraint, I told him so and he paid for it.

I told my GP i had heart failure -he laughed. I had an xray that showed enlargement of my heart, I told him again that I had a wheezy cough, worse when I lie down, shortness of breath.. the enlarged heart... nooo he said, you can't have heart failure...

Endocrinologist sent me for a routine ECG. Listened, found a heart murmur, sent me to Cardiology.

I did indeed have heart failure. The GP did have the decency to apologise and to bend over backwards to listen to me and accomodate my suggestions/input in future (which meant he helped me in self administering b12 at a weekly dose I felt helped me rather than the NHS guidelines, and also began treatment for hypothyroid based on symptoms rather than numbers, which also helped enormously!).

@Phyllis321

Mine is small but beautiful. I was playing pool in a pub with a group of friends. A bloke said loudly 'Women can't play pool!' really loudly just as I took a shot which by sheer fluke was an absolute cracker, bouncing off the sides perfectly and potted the ball like a dream. He looked like a right prat.

Ha, I had something similar. Winner stays on in a local pub, chap playing was a member of the pub’s pool league side. I was next up. I put my money in and set up the balls for the break, upon which he said “Ooh, well done!” in a really patronising manner. He then made a comment to his mate about who he would be playing next.

Anyway I whipped his ass.

My mum kept asking our GP for a referral for my dad who'd had a cough for some weeks and had lost his voice. He kept fobbing her off. Eventually my mum took my dad to the relevant consultant's office at the hospital and refused to leave until he'd been seen. They took him in there and then (sadly too late).

On a more positive note, I am generously proportioned but with slim wrists and ankles. I asked to try on a bracelet on holiday and the very snooty shop assistant told me it wouldn't fit and would I prefer to try a different one. I would not and assured her it would fit and if it didn't I would accept defeat. Of course it fitted and in her defence she did give us a whopping discount.

I know quite a few people who voted for Boris. I told them he was a liar and a cheat and has failed at every job he has ever done.
I would say I told you so but I don’t have the energy anymore. It’s too depressing.

Just thought of another one! Driving in London down a 30mph road, had a typical BMW driver behind me swerving, flashing lights and generally being a pratt. Road ahead is clear and he decides to overtake me, while I'm doing the speed limit. On the other side of the road adjacent to me, whilst he is speeding to get past, is a speed camera so he was flashed for speeding, on the wrong side of the road as he couldn't just drive normally like the rest of us!

@catwomando

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.

I had something similar with a knee. Doctor tried to tell me it was all in my head, despite the obvious swelling and pain. I kicked off and was eventually referred for an MRI. Turned out I had a very serious problem (disease) in the knee as well. I've had several surgeries to keep it healthy. Yet I STILL encounter arrogant orthopedists who act like it couldn't have possibly have been the correct diagnosis because I've looked after it so well.

@SarahBop

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Are you hard of thinking?

@HesterShaw1

When so many people have realised lately that lockdowns, schools shutting, businesses being shut beyond about mid April 2020 were a disaster.

Yep.

@HesterShaw1

Are you seriously trying to claim ‘I told you so’ over a pandemic? Do you know how many people died?!

No. No I'm not. I'm feeling very angry about the way it has been handled. I was angry from the start, and I should not have posted on this thread.

Loving these!
One in particular that I can share is when our kids were all under 5 (3 of them) and hubby, me, kids and some friends all arranged to meet for a big family picnic at a big park, wooded area that has these big lakes, streams, and play areas.
As we walked round, husband was telling all how when he was younger he could jump easily from one side of this stream to the other. 6 ft jump possibly and stream was not deep but either side was grass banks with a few bricks, slippery as the sun couldn't really penetrate this tree covered area (you know where I'm going with this!)
With my risk assessor mum head on, I strongly advised against trying to recreate this fondly recalled memory of my husbands, particularly as he had flip-flops on but noooooooo. He nonchalantly swaggerd over to said stream and took a run and jump. He successfully made the jump, but the slippery Bank proved no grip on his flipflop souls, so his feet flew straight up into the air, he flew back, head smacked on brick stonework surrounding the bank and knocked himself out.
Cue call to 999, husband only recalling that he had 2 children so rest of afternoon spent at local A&E to check for head injuries. Of which there was no permenant damage and he did indeed recall all of his children in the end!
I did tell him on way home that evening and ever since that I 'told him so', 😂

I was pregnant with my second, I knew I had all the typical obstetric cholestasis symptoms so took myself off to the hospital and said so to the midwives who were ADAMANT I was wrong, I'm not usually very good at advocating for myself but I did in that scenario and 7 hours later the midwives said that my blood test results showed cholestasis.
Also that pregnancy, I was admitted after the cholestasis results to be induced, they started the induction process Monday and by Wednesday tea time very little progress was made so it was decided they would break my waters, waters got broke at 11.30pm and I was only 3cm dilated but the urge to push was already beginning; midwife quite patronisingly told me I wouldn't be dilated enough I'm just not coping and said she was going to get pethidine, DP pressed the emergency buzzer because he didn't know what to do but by the time they got to me I had a head hanging out in the little tiny bathroom.

And this one I was proved wrong! I bought 2 bunnies after suffering with my mental health and making progress and I was told by the breeder they were both girls, I trusted the breeder so never thought to check but my DS has been saying since we got them 'Max is a boy I think.' Well I'm certainly wrong and Ruby is pregnant. The vet also thought they were both girls 3 months ago but must her got done because the vet said it was unnecessary. I don't mind too much, they're lovely rabbits and Max is now booked in. We'll get the babies their injections when they're born and make sure they go to good homes preferably in pairs if possible. Have a picture of the small, furry and cute offenders!

GP : Looks like you have appendicitis. Off to hospital with you

1st hospital doc : classic appendicitis, let's admit you

2nd hospital doc : defo appendicitis, I don't even need bloods to prove you have it. I think you can wait until tomorrow for op though (was late Friday)

3rd hospital doc next day (and he was the big doc) : you don't have appendicitis, you are not poorly enough. We will give you a scan and send you home.

4th hospital doc (having looked at scan results) : errrrmmm when was the last time you ate because we need you in theatre like a few hours ago to remove a very inflamed appendix

3rd doc again the next day : oops, sorry. My team was right and I was wrong.

So it wasn't a told you so for me but for his junior docs.

Btw, every single doc was lovely including doc 3 and I was super impressed by the credit he gave his team and admitting his mistake

I never actually said it but…

When dh and I announced we were getting married we were both teenagers and had only met a few months earlier.

Much fuss was made, and many mutterings among friends and family along the lines of ‘I give it two years’, ‘I would never be so stupid’, etc.

That was over 30 years ago. We are still happily married, and all the mutterers are now divorced.

Another GP one - I slipped off an uneven pavement in the rain, fell badly, hit my back on the edge and twisted my ankle as well. couple of weeks later back pain still intense, ankle pain subsiding but still limping so saw GP. Told 'nonsense I'm not giving you a sick note, nothing wrong with you', in a very patronising manner. Informed him I ran my own business, was not on benefits, no sick note needed but I needed to be looked at properly as something is wrong. Was sent away with instructions to take paracetamol, said quite sneeringly.

This went on for six months until I saw a locum for routine follow up after an emergency after hours visit to A&E with cystitis. He actually listened to me when I complained about the agonising pain in my back and referred me for xray and MRI. Turns out I'd broken a bone in my back which had half healed in the wrong way. Was informed it wasn't serious enough to risk re-breaking and setting properly as could cause other complications after all this time. I now have a permanent limp and walk with a stick.

Wanker GP is still there. But there is a note on my file instructing staff not to book any appointments for me and my family with him. Ever. Anyone asking why gets told the full story by me.

Brexit chickens coming home to roost for many of those who voted for it. The "we knew what we were voting for" crew. 🤣

Just feel sorry for those who are suffering that didn't vote for it.

@CleansUpButWouldPreferNotTo

Another GP one - I slipped off an uneven pavement in the rain, fell badly, hit my back on the edge and twisted my ankle as well. couple of weeks later back pain still intense, ankle pain subsiding but still limping so saw GP. Told 'nonsense I'm not giving you a sick note, nothing wrong with you', in a very patronising manner. Informed him I ran my own business, was not on benefits, no sick note needed but I needed to be looked at properly as something is wrong. Was sent away with instructions to take paracetamol, said quite sneeringly.

This went on for six months until I saw a locum for routine follow up after an emergency after hours visit to A&E with cystitis. He actually listened to me when I complained about the agonising pain in my back and referred me for xray and MRI. Turns out I'd broken a bone in my back which had half healed in the wrong way. Was informed it wasn't serious enough to risk re-breaking and setting properly as could cause other complications after all this time. I now have a permanent limp and walk with a stick.

Wanker GP is still there. But there is a note on my file instructing staff not to book any appointments for me and my family with him. Ever. Anyone asking why gets told the full story by me.

That’s terrible CleansU0. Did you think about complaining to PALS?

I was made redundant in late 2020. I was presented with a long list of documents that were needed for my handover and spent a long while pulling them together, despite being convinced they would be ignored. I offered to go through anything in person, and asked to whom I should transfer the admin of the Facebook page. After handing everything over I was completely ignored, not even a 'here is where to hand your keys back' message. On my last day I removed myself as admin, which meant it defaulted to the volunteer who assisted. About six months later I had a number of messages asking about the Facebook page (none from the ex-boss who ignored the original suggestions), and of course could do nothing. They figured it out eventually, but if only they had listened...

Another medical one...

To the male GP who told me only 3rd visiting 2 days, "all babies cry' whilst patting me on the hand & telling me "it's the struggling mothers we worry about most" whilst every bone in my body screaming DD was in serious trouble. He insisted there was no drag on her ribs showing breathing difficulties as I'd seen on the net

DD was blue lighted to hospital & admitted to an oxygen tent for 2 weeks 6 hours later . No thanks to him she survived.

I enjoyed our meeting with you & the female practice manager, where I got to tell you that you needed to accept training for diagnosing DCs, or to not be so arrogant in your appraisal as to dismiss the mothers instincts over her child. The mother, she, not you, knows that child best & as a man you are not expected to full understand maternal instinct, but you do need to know it exists & to never dismiss it so easily & insultingly again

"Told me on my 3rd visit in 2 day" 😏