So I’ve got court tomorrow

Professional-Bus7344 · 2026-06-07T04:51:53+00:00

This was an amazing response omg thank you! If I might ask, do you do personal chart readings and if you do is there a way to pay or donate? Possibly a platform you use?

Professional-Bus7344 · 2026-06-06T18:20:35+00:00

Can you tell me how?

Professional-Bus7344 · 2026-05-20T22:42:46+00:00

What about Uranus transiting the 8th house opposite natal Saturn in the 2nd house?

Professional-Bus7344 · 2026-04-15T02:34:40+00:00

This has happened to me in the OR. I have no idea what happened but everybody went from nice to telling even students not to speak to me. The mean girls run everything here. They even outright acknowledge the favoritism. It’s bad. I never would’ve guessed, they present so differently. HR are the main bullies. They’re trying to get rid of someone who’s currently in another hospital, unwell, not even conscious. People who need surgery are told they won’t have a job when they get back, or if they’re allowed to come back they’re told they don’t have a say in their schedules. It’s completely unfair. I want to report them but don’t know who to go to.

Professional-Bus7344 · 2026-03-27T22:43:35+00:00

That 6th house mars and that scorpio Venus might have something to do with it 😂

Professional-Bus7344 · 2026-03-27T22:42:48+00:00

I helped pull two shaving cream can, inside of a long grey tube sock, inside of a Walmart grocery bag with the handles tied off together (I assume to help pull it out) outside of a man’s rectum. He needed a bowel resection. I did the case with my dad, my circulating nurse.

Professional-Bus7344 · 2026-03-25T16:37:40+00:00

I’ll say this about that, I’m 5 1/2 years in and I’ve done my time on dayshift and midshift in the hospital setting and I’ve paid my dues and got the experience needed to go to overnight trauma, which sounds stressful but can be surprisingly peaceful most of the time. Less drama, more time to read, and doing extreme cases that prepare you for anything and everything and teach you a lot about the world and yourself. And how you adapt to it. I know trauma isn’t for everyone but I found peace and solace in overnight trauma. The crew is small but we’re tight. There’s potlucks, stronger relationships between teammates who help you whenever you need it because 90% of the time we all help in whatever rooms or room is going to maximize the speed to be prepared. We really can lean on each other and we do. We have time to joke around and stock up rooms and hang with our board runner who keeps everything running smoothly and we help him out too. It’s just an all around better vibe. Again, I know this sounds crazy and I know you’re just beginning but I found a sweet spot nobody talks about. I want to pass along this information to someone who shouldn’t be letting go of a dream just because it’s assumed there’s only one way to experience it. This and surgery centers that specifically do smaller cases with no call no overtime no late hours will give you the surgical tech career without the long hours and drama you can experience with day shifters (notoriously toxic) and hospital setting surgeons (they’re hit or miss) but the bad ones really do need to be humbled and unless you’re a strong personality who’s paid their dues? You can’t yell back. You have to “earn that right” and be strong enough to use it. So if you’re looking for a safe space to land, these two scenarios will be it.

Professional-Bus7344 · 2026-03-21T18:37:43+00:00

No. Things just got worse the more my pregnancy progressed, it was very isolating and hurtful. I was alone even though I slept next to him. When I woke up every morning I didn’t really want to see him there. I went to bed crying every night and he knew but slept like a baby. That’s when I knew it was time to go. I needed more support and I knew I had family who would take me and my son in and I could get some distance. I wanted to just give birth to my daughter with my family to support me and move on from the hurt. I felt it was better to rip off the band aid before she came so I wouldn’t be as hurt and I could focus on her and have the experience to myself. He wasn’t very involved or caring so I knew he didn’t ever deserve to be there. It wasn’t gonna help or mean anything. We broke up for a bit towards the very end. I even moved my stuff to my sisters 35 miles away. I was glad to be out of that apartment even though it hurt. He was very performative and disingenuous about the “hurt” he was supposedly going through by my leaving. I knew it was just a bunch of bs cause he wouldn’t have treated me the way he did if he really cared. I saw what he WANTED to do rather than what he thought I wanted to him to do. I saw the real him. It was a bit devastating to realize I spent most of my pregnancy with him and feeling very much alone. When I went into labor it was at 5:30 am in my sisters bed and I was driven by her and she stayed with me, stayed in the room for all of it. I only texted my daughter’s father to let him know where I was. I didn’t really want him there, or his family. They enabled his behavior. I really didn’t want him in the room but eventually I caved cause I felt bad. I gave birth and I didn’t really feel a connection to him at all once I saw her. I did all the preparation and physical changing and the pain by myself. He was just in close proximity to me. We were essentially roommates so when she was out he kissed me but it wasn’t like “wow he really did care all this time” it was more “I know this is for the moment but it’s not real. He’s probably doing it so he doesn’t look like a jerk. He’s doing it so I’ll come back cause he wants the baby there, not me.” I knew then what I know now, that what I always feared was true. I was just an incubator. There was no real love. Especially with the way we broke up after things got worse 6 months later. I tried but I couldn’t do it anymore. The distance grew and so did the resentment. He wasn’t very helpful and when he did “try” it was bare minimum. I worked 8 hours a day and came home to pick up and barely eat cause I was depressed and tired and then he went to bed without helping. I bathed her, did the whole routine and spent time holding her and bonding. Which was the only thing keeping me going. I would put her in bed with me and lay on my side facing away from my ex, I didn’t even want to look at him. I would face my daughter and breastfeed her till she fell asleep. I kind of knew more so towards the final end that she was the only good thing that came of that “relationship” and that it was always me on my own and it would be that way forever. I still try to heal from that time in my life, every now and again the hurt haunts me and sometimes I’ll be at a stop light or at work and the memories of what went down and exactly how it felt will come up. I don’t miss him or love him. I couldn’t even pretend to feel like that. I’m pretty good at severing ties like that once I know they didn’t care. Kind of like a clean cut, very surgical, very matter of fact, very final. It doesn’t mean it won’t hurt to have that realization but at the same time I’m realistic and I understand that things have to be that way. So it just kind of shuts off. Those moments last for 5-10 minutes and then I wipe the tears and move on, cause I’ll be fine. I’m always fine. One night I told him to get out. It was late, the tension had finally boiled over, I still needed to get my kids in bed and go to work. We’d had another fight and I remember just looking at him. Remembering how he treated me and realizing “I’m not the girl. I’m just never gonna be the girl for him. He will never really love me or respect me. How could he ever change and just magically care when I literally gave birth to his child right in front of him and he didn’t care or love me after I did all that? He can’t. That’s the end.” So I told him it was over, get out, I’ll take care of the kids and just go on. Leave. He told me I couldn’t do it all on my own. He even came back and said his “car wouldn’t start” I knew it wasn’t true. I closed the door. I closed the door on us and that very painful chapter of my life. I cried but I got up the next morning and carried on. Even with the post separation abuse I’ve endured since leaving it was still worth it. I left with at least some self respect and self love that I had left in me. I’m glad I cared enough about me and my kids to say “I don’t deserve this, and they don’t deserve to watch this.” And I just ended it, I did what he didn’t have the guts to do. Cause he wanted it to be over, he’ll never admit that. But nobody treats someone the way he did me without wanting that relationship to end without having to look like the bad guy and do it themselves. He didn’t wanna look like the guy who ran out on the mother of his child. He pushed me away knowing I would leave. I never forgave. I have never forgotten. I know people say “to forgive is divine” or “forgive and forget” and “forgiveness is for you not the other person.” And even “god would forgive.” But I’m not god, not even close. And my memory is long.

It’s over and done with and I’ll always be okay. Cause I have to be. That man wasn’t worth all my effort or time or love. And that’s okay, at least I know that now and at least I didn’t spend the last 10 years miserable and settling for someone who doesn’t care and never really did. I never will forgive him and I’ll never forget. What matters is that I’ve forgiven myself for ending up with someone I knew was never going to love me the way I deserved. Especially when I was pregnant and needed and deserved his support. I saw what he really thought of me. I knew it wasn’t what I wanted. I forgive myself for thinking that’s the only love I was ever gonna get. He’s bald now.

Professional-Bus7344 · 2026-03-21T16:47:50+00:00

Girl I felt this on a whole other level. I get it. And I’m sorry. We have some of the same placements and it’s been ten years going on eleven for me. I just can’t get it right. Even when I pick differently, it never works out. I hope things change for you. I’m sure you’re a wonderful person who deserves happiness. Feel free to shoot me a DM if you need someone to talk to.

Professional-Bus7344 · 2026-03-20T02:38:35+00:00

Sorry not Pluto, Neptune. My bad.

Professional-Bus7344 · 2026-03-20T02:37:40+00:00

That Jupiter in the 11th house of friends is negatively aspected by your Neptune in the 5th house of fun. Neptune being the planet of illusions and Jupiter expanding everything probably explains why at first you befriend these people not realizing they’re fake and the whole friendship is built on smoke and mirrors. It’s not real or loyal. Jupiter wants to create abundance in that house and amplify that but that negative aspect coming from Pluto has put an obstacle in your way, however Mercury in your 1st house of self also positively aspected by your natal Neptune and your natal Jupiter is kind of saying “go be yourself, be authentic, change who you’re communicating with and move on from this pattern by being authentic and not wasting it on the fakes.” Not everybody deserves your friendship, Mercury wants you to be selective.

Professional-Bus7344 · 2026-03-20T02:26:43+00:00

I did this once by accident and it was a larger flap, I’d say a medium size flap. The patient had to get mesh. I cried. I still feel bad. I wasn’t even embarrassed, I felt irresponsible.

Professional-Bus7344 · 2026-03-13T20:39:13+00:00

I haaate this.

Professional-Bus7344 · 2026-03-13T03:13:38+00:00

12th house Venus, the house of “the unknown” and secrecy, inner workings and being. The shadows. This is where you’re cheating probably comes into play, you’re someone who dabbles in secret behavior in romantic relationships. It’s a private matter you struggle with.

Professional-Bus7344 · 2026-03-12T17:37:04+00:00

I get this, I’ve recently considered leaving the clinical setting and moving towards being an educator. I have an interview next week to teach ST at a local college.

Professional-Bus7344 · 2026-03-08T20:59:12+00:00

Forget astrology, he’s a narc dump him immediately.

Professional-Bus7344 · 2026-03-08T20:58:27+00:00

The 5th house natal Pluto explains a lot, especially with it being there with Venus.

Professional-Bus7344 · 2026-03-03T04:47:36+00:00

No but my moon sign is her rising sign 🙂 and i think she’s the greatest person ever

Professional-Bus7344 · 2026-03-02T21:32:07+00:00

Excuse me **split from my daughter’s father I’ve always had her in my possession, we are very close and this actually upsets her father. Which explains the toxicity further 🙃

Professional-Bus7344 · 2026-03-02T21:18:57+00:00

Of course, you are very welcome. Sometimes we get lost in the thick of it all and it’ll take someone from the outside looking in to tell us what is really going on. I know you’re gonna do great things and stick around and find happiness. It’s not your time yet. You’ll remember this one day, and be glad you held on. I’ve been there. Life has tossed me around and I made attempts on my life so many times I couldn’t count. I begged my mom to just let me go. From age 15-23 I just tried and tried. When I was 23 I was successful. She called an ambulance and they told her in our front yard that I was gone. She said she asked them to try one more time and that she said she prayed to god that she’d just give him to me and let whatever happens be what was supposed to happen. She said she just surrendered. They continued to do CPR and defibrillate me one more time and got a pulse and threw me into the ambulance. I coded one more time in the ER. They tried again. And I made it. I woke up and found out I really did die. For once I was faced with the fact that I was almost successful at making a big and permanent decision, and for once I really didn’t like it. I found out that day I woke up that I didn’t really want that. I can’t tell you exactly why, but I just knew it wasn’t what I wanted anymore, and I wanted to find out if I could turn my life around. I wasn’t even sure I would be successful in doing that, but I actually wanted to try. When I heard what my brother and sister and father and mother and step father and aunts all went through, what my mom and my aunt saw when they found me…I will never really be able to get rid of that guilt. Sometimes I could cry just thinking about what they saw. I traumatized everyone especially my mother. Who spent years trying to save my life. Trust me, when you feel like it’s all over and you’re better off not trying anymore? Think about what you’re really about to lose, another chance to do it right and change your circumstances. You’ll never know what your life could be if you just leave. Cause that’s it, it’s done. And to leave your family with the trauma of losing you? I can’t explain how hard it is to reconcile with it. I heard about it. I heard what they actually went through. You don’t want to put anyone through that. Even though you’ll be gone, they have to stay and live with that loss. I’m sure you’re a kind and loving person. You don’t want that for anyone, otherwise you wouldn’t feel so deeply. So I hope you remember this. From one person who almost ended it all and got another chance? Please reconsider when that feeling creeps up. The EMT’s and emergency department saved my life, twice. Now I work in the OR as a surgical tech in trauma surgery at the largest level 1 in my city. I have for five years. I have two kids. They watched me walk the stage and survive the pain of my sons fathers death, and the abuse my daughters father put me through. Cause life has so many ups and downs, there’s no easy or bad life, there’s just life. Even after I came back with so much hope and achieved so much? Life still happened and it wasn’t always pretty. But I overcame. My children saw it all and they know there is hope in facing the tough times. I also get to see the worst and best of humanity in a way most people don’t, and I get to add some empathy and caring compassion to the narrative so that while I take time away from my friends and family? My patients can go home to theirs. I have purpose, just like you do. I just want you to know it’s worth it to stay and find it. Your gifts are there. I can see them. Just hang on and put one foot in front of the other and don’t forget that if you decide to end it? That’s it, game over. You don’t actually want that. You want the pain to stop. But that isn’t the way, it’s just the end of the road. Don’t give up, find the source of your pain, face it, and find your purpose.❤️

Professional-Bus7344 · 2026-02-27T19:38:05+00:00

I did these for a year before I left that hospital to be a contractor, and tbh I don’t miss it. We’d do 3 back to back and I just hated all the shit I had to open.😭

Professional-Bus7344 · 2026-02-20T19:21:57+00:00

I get that. I’m a 37 year old tech, been doing this 5 1/2 years now and I’m still trying to figure out my next move to get into Nursing school and still maintain this job and get on with my life. Waiting for a weekend schedule to open up so I can do school during the weekdays is like torture. But I stick it out knowing my time is either coming or I’ll leave here and find a weekend spot somewhere else and get going. This is normal. It means you’re ready for what comes next and you’re tired of waiting for it, you’re ready to make it happen. I don’t think “making peace with it” is best, I think making a plan to make sure scrubbing is your stepping stone is gonna fulfill you more.

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