Just unloading my story here as I'm about to reach out to my orthodontist as I've been unhappy with my current results, both for aesthetic and physical reasons. I really appreciate anyone who can relate or give advice, but otherwise, just want to document my experience. I've had a long struggle with not only my teeth but also my TMJ.
Currently: It's been 2 years since I finished my Invisalign and I wasn't happy with the results even once my treatment finished, but I thought it was just because my teeth themself were small and not great looking and that I should just live with it, but now am realizing I liked my teeth more before so maybe it wasn't the best Invisalign job.
My current concerns with my teeth are

1. They're not very straight. One mark of this for me is that when I look at the bite mark of my top teeth, there's a wide angle between my front two teeth. Also my bite is not centered--the center of my top front two teeth doesn't match up with the bottom.
2. I had a problem that I didn't before this round of Invisalign, which is having a lot of saliva and getting caught on my tongue when saying words with the letter S. I don't know how exactly to describe it, but for words like "scared" or "skate", my tongue sometimes gets kinda caught and you'll hear the saliva bubbling up, gross lol!
3. My teeth are very short from being ground down due to bruxism and I think my Invisalign pulled them back even more--I can feel that when I bite, my jaw closes more than before
4. I've had TMJ problems for most of my life which I hoped the Invisalign would help with. I thought they might have helped a bit but ultimately I think they've made it worse--for all my life it's just been my left jaw joint that clicks and gets sore, but after this round of Invisalign I sometimes have clicking and pain in my right jaw joint :(

Background: I've had a clicking left jaw as far as I can remember, maybe since I was in elementary school, but it didn't really start bothering me until high school. I had braces when I was 13, didn't wear my retainer because I was a dumb kid. A few years after that, high school time, I also started having severe jaw muscle soreness, probably partially because I would wear my retainer that didn't fit and start chewing on it unconsciously in my sleep. My teeth ended up shifting a ton anyways, my back teeth hardly touched--I definitely needed braces again.
I got my first round of Invisalign when I was 18, which I also hoped would address my TMJ problems. When it was done I was super happy with the results aesthetically, I loved to smile! But I was still having major TMJ and jaw muscle pain. After a few months I went to get an opinion from a dentist who said they specialize in TMD, and they pointed out that even though I'd had Invisalign, my back teeth weren't touching. It was true, my teeth only actually touched in like one place on each side lol. They referred me to a different orthodontist. I trusted their opinion a lot, so I thought, sure I'll go to a new orthodontist, my old one must have been an idiot to finish my Invisalign treatment when my teeth didn't even touch!
So I started my second round of Invisalign with a new orthodontist. Things seemed fine and dandy--unfortunately my treatment got interrupted my COVID which might have caused some complications, but ultimately I finished the round of Invisalign after two years. During treatment I had an issue where my jaw got really sore only when I wore the bottom retainer, but I just wore it at night and I think it was fine. But by the end of the treatment, I thought my teeth looked worse. I wasn't happy like I was after my first round of Invisalign. However, I initially thought this was because my teeth were just decaying (I'd had issues with a sensitivity and exposed dentin during that time) and they were smaller now and would never look as good. Hopefully that's not the case! I also have the issues mentioned above which I think are actually concerning beyond aesthetics.
I will see my orthodontist again and hopefully we'll be able to do something so I feel more comfortable with my teeth--I'm hoping my plan covers stuff like this for an extended amount of time so that I don't have to pay all over again. For my TMJ, I also just had a sleep study done since I do clench my teeth at night, and will see about those results in a few weeks. I also just started physically therapy. Hopefully things will look up for me--my TMJ and teeth problems are so disruptive to my life. They prevent me from focusing, and my jaw gets so sore sometimes that I don't even want to talk, and if I do my jaw spazzes and clicks and looks gross. Hoping for the best for myself!!
Thank you very much for reading if you got to the end.
TL;DR going back to my orthodontist after 2 years because unhappy with Invisalign results, also starting different treatment options for TMJ. hoping to see an upward climb from here in my TMJ/teeth journey!!

I have this whole life policy 175000since 1994 paying 84.74 plus additional 15.26 t make it an even 100.00 the past few years I have been getting letters to make additional payments which I have been. I did take out some cash out of it 3000.00 I think it was several years back and there was a period that for about two years I was unemployed and my cash value was used to make payments. My questions are, is this normal? Should I make higher payments to build the cash value back up? Agent says I am in danger of lapsing and need more money cover the cost of insurance.

Hello,
My line manager at the time did not pay my wage. After pursuing for 3 months, a lawyers letter forced the Park Manager to take action. This was made difficult as he was covering up for the Line Manager.
They had also changed my personal statements multiple times without my knowledge. For example, the wording "You said you would come up with a payment plan", was altered to say "I will come up with a payment plan".
This happened roughly 9 months ago, and at that point in time I was not prepared to deal with this. I am however in a much better position, and I want to make sure I get them for what they attempted to do to myself.
How can I legally make this malpractice known? And can I legally doing anything to them for even attempting to do this to myself in the first place? I received my money I was owed in the end, but there was a lot of malpractice.
The Line manager and Park manager have continued on as if this had never happened. When reallly this is who they are and I wan't to make sure this event has an impact on both of their careers.
What can I do about this now, 9 months from the date of this incident?

My child's father rob (37yrars old-M) & I (32years old-F) came to an agreement when he came back into our son's life at age 4 that hed financially help me with $200 monthly.. this was the amount that he gave me that for sure he could help me with monthly seeing as he already had child support from two older children and financially caring for his mother's medical bills after the heart attack.. I allowed him to pick the day of the month that is easiest on him so financially he wasn't struggling..i am the primary parent. I care for my son's every need & pay for my apartment & his baby sitter,food , insurance, dental,& vision etc...rob is not on the birth certificate(his choice for not showing up to the birth or hospital to sign the certificate,he did mention he'd sign if it's what I wanted)nor on child support,my parents did the child support bs & it was devastating on us as children & I wanted to shelter my son from that...we take family vacations just us 3 as both rob & myself get along extremely well...friends to build core memories for our son..winter cabin big bear for a weekend,Disneyland ,Cancun,spring break RV traveling to big California national parks..I've paid for all since rob came back around...
Recently since last year October I've been giving him breaks every other month to financially catch up with his own stuff in life. But each month is getting less and less consistent, now I don't need it financially I'm okay but it would feel better that I know that financially at least with what he promised he could keep his word on.. all the money that is contributed via Rob goes into a trust fund for our son.
Recently my son needed dental work and we'll be needing braces my insurance only covers so much and I still need to pay out of pocket $3, 050.00.. I had $2,000 saved and asked Rob if he could contribute the remaining $1,50.00.. immediately he said it was possible and I've been waiting since March and he's only giving me $500
Advice..

I'm sitting in my nice apartment in the favorite city with my handsome boyfriend and my cuddly cat, crying. I can't find a job and I'm scared. It feels like I am washing away my achievements with every tear that runs down my face. I can't see beyond this hurdle to the beautiful life around me, but I refuse to relax until I get that offer letter. Maybe I'm acting entitled, but I can't help but fearfully imagine that without a job, this life in front of me could be taken away. I know I am not alone but that doesn't give me camaraderie, rather sheer hopelessness and panic. Shouldn't a job be more of a right than a privilege?
I am on a ride with the universe. Every 10 days or so, I feel a spark of hope with an enlightened new venture that could pan out. A dream job posting, a new email from a recruiter, a LinkedIn notification, a friend who knows someone. Often it's just a grand promise of an opportunity from yet another charlatan that I always fall heavily for. The bottom feels endless, with hundreds of applications rotting in some forgotten inbox. Currently left unread by my last application spree, resources tapped out, zero opportunities on the horizon paired with a rolling wave of bad surprises. New charges, prices rising, emergencies, taxes, rent, health, bills. Normal stuff I could handle if I had a job! It just all feels so heavy and I have no foundation to hold it up anymore.
Every night, I battle with myself to try and fall asleep. Pills, vitamins, tinctures, teas, meditations, exercises, ASMR, cooking videos, anything. Now it's just a mixture of it all along with trying to soothe my nerves enough to trick my brain that it's tired and needs to stop chattering. Once I finally get to sleep, I usually startle awake around 3:30, scared out of my wits, my nerves are on fire and I am visualizing something in the room with me that is somehow evil and staring at me. I try to calm myself down with a bathroom trip, a prayer, and eventually more phone time feeling the side of my face burning from fear, my stomach tossing in knots. I lay still in the light of my phone while I try not to let the feeling that something is going to pop out and grab me. Too scared to have my feet feel the air outside of the covers so I don’t get dragged by whatever evil thing is at the foot of my bed or watching me from the walls.
This started during the pandemic. I was so stressed out I started having hallucinatory night terrors. It resumes itself whenever I am stressed. My body turns on me at times when I need peace, startling me awake for fear of a dark shadow demon with long fingers near the window or a spindly witch with ear-to-ear pointed teeth at the top of my wardrobe. Objects and reflections transform into evil entities that startle me awake in fear. My body is in fight or flight mode, my neck is tingling, all the hairs on my body are standing to attention and I feel every muscle in my body tense. I can't wake anyone up because I am frozen within my terror. The most I can do is ignore it and run towards the real evil, my phone. A pacifier for anxiety that only feeds my fear more and more every time I use it. I can't stop turning towards it because I would have to sit and stare at the nightmarish demon taking the form of the curtains on my window that night. The demon always seems so real when it approaches me, when it wakes me up to watch me suffer.
I know my night terrors are just a symptom of a bigger issue, my stress. I also know they are genetic. My dad would wake up screaming in the night and my mom would flip the lights on to snap him out of it. My brother would take different forms of his night terrors often sitting in front of the TV in his usual spot when we were younger. Now his wife describes him waking her up in the middle of the night by removing her "live laugh love" decor and putting it in the garage. I wish my night terrors would just let me redecorate. I am in an impossible position, my stress is causing my night terrors, but my money problems are causing me stress. So essentially, the demon in the corner of the room is a figment of my bank account, my rejected applications, my dead-end wishes for a career, my student loan debt, and astronomical rent. How can I, an unemployed and overly anxious person, finally crush this demon? Well, I've bought some sage today. That's a start.
In my dream apartment with my boyfriend and my cat, I find myself in tears, scared, and jobless. Each tear feels like an erasure of my achievements. I’m terrified of losing everything without a job. I feel alone and panicked. Despite the occasional flicker of hope with a potential opportunity, the reality is hundreds of untouched applications and a constant wave of financial difficulties.
Sleep is a struggle, with anxiety-induced insomnia and night terrors. Each night, I wake up in fear, hallucinating terrifying entities. These terrors, a manifestation of stress, are inherited. My father and brother experienced similar episodes. Now, my stress and financial woes fuel these night terrors. I’m caught in a vicious cycle - stress causing night terrors and financial troubles causing stress. How can I, unemployed and anxious, overcome this? I've started by buying some sage.

I (16) have had various dental problems these last few years. A combination of things, really (bad genetics, bad hygiene- which I've now improved on, and until a few months ago, not going to a dentist since 2020)
Anyway, I have serious dental anxiety. Like, bringing a stuffed animal with me even just for a cleaning anxiety. Having to be under general anesthesia for some root canals/temp crowns and then panicking nearly the entire time while getting my permanant crowns a few months later
During my last appointment last, my dentist said how I need 2 regular teeth removed. Fine, no big deal. He said he wanted to put me under general anesthesia and "thinks it'd be better for me" cuz of my anxiety. I thought it was a little extreme since it's just 2 teeth being yanked, but whatever. He recommended some oral surgeons a few towns over, since they're cheaper then bringing an anesthesia team to the office & they can get it done sooner. We talked about wisdom teeth briefly and he said there seems to be no problem according to the x rays, so it can wait a few months or a year, and nothing is getting done soon.
So I was all mentally prepared for the 2 teeth extractions, until my dentist office called and dropped the bombshell that I'm also going to have all 4 wisdom teeth removed at my next appointment (less than a month away)!!!!!!
How TF am I supposed to prepare for this?! My brother had his teeth out last summer and we kept the ice packs/face wraps. Apart from that, soft foods/liquids, and fasting before surgery, is there anything I should know to help me? I'm so nervous I had a panic attack when my mom told me about the wisdom teeth yesterday

I received an email from a bank that had a stock photo of only younger people. No women with grey hair. hair.
I am unable to just start my own business and become a business owner. I am unable to do manual labor or gig work. I don't need adult training programs.
I switched careers in corporate to expand my knowledge, where most of my peer group remained in the same career, same company for 20-25+ years and that's all they've done.
My multi-industry background didn't serve me. Despitr investing in my education and work skills, I'm shunned and ostracized and pushed out of jobs and now not offered jobs because I never married and remained childfree.
My body is aging, I'm post menopausal and have skin cancers I can't get treated. This isn't about Medicaid, ACA and apply to a hospital for charity care. They just collect your financial data to get Federal grant funding. I don't have time for that level of bureaucracy and extensive HMO like referrals.
I need a professional income and PPO insurance.
The banks and insurance companies are family-centric. This one bank with the stock photo, BofA, "supports women, with adoptions, maternity leave, nursing and childcare."
Whqt about women in menopause or post menopause. What about our women who are still wanting to work in our 50s and don't need additional training other than on your products and computer systems, but who have the requisite multi-industry background to add value.
The only thing offered to me are $17 per hour or less jobs that don't cover housing, a car, gas, insurance, medical, dental, vision, food, utilities, bills for a single adult. The $17 per hour is my 1990s wages.
I drove to Chicago from Elmhurst, Oak Brook, Hinsdale areas (which is dead) to interview for a job that pays $14-$16/hour full time pretax.
Oak Brook, Elmsdale and Hinsdale seem very family centric and have lots of empty office parks.
Who hires professionally outside of being a lawyer, doctor or CPA so I can earn a living, rent an apt and replace my car and buy and use PPO health insurance?

In the whimsical world of slime enthusiasts, there exists a fate worse than an over-activated batch: the self-imposed slime ban. Whether it's driven by budget constraints, the desperate need to declutter, or simply the desire to prevent total slime overload, going on a low- to no-slime diet can feel like the end of days. Picture it: your once vibrant world of stretchy, squishy goodness reduced to a barren wasteland. But fear not, for I am here to guide you through this dramatic ordeal. Brace yourself, though; the journey ahead is not for the faint of heart, but it is one we must all walk one day.
1. Playing with the Slime You Already Have
Ah, the initial stage of the ban. You stand before your glorious collection, a dragon surveying its hoard. "No need to worry," you tell yourself. "I have plenty of slime." You start with the classics, the old favorites that never let you down. You stretch, squish, and poke, reveling in the familiar textures and scents. But soon, the euphoria fades. You realize you're rationing your slimes, treating each session like it's your last meal before the guillotine. Every stretch feels bittersweet, every poke a reminder of the dwindling days ahead.
2. Making Your Own Slime
Desperation sets in. "DIY," you think, clutching at straws. You scour your house for ingredients: shampoo, baking soda, glue—anything that might come together into that beloved goo. The kitchen becomes a mad scientist's lab, complete with frantic mixing and questionable experiments. Some attempts fail spectacularly, leaving you with sticky hands and a ruined mixing bowl. Others succeed, but it's not the same. You stare at your homemade slime, proud yet hollow. It's like eating a cake made of sawdust—it fills the void, but it's not the real thing. (I have a great guide here.)
3. Designing Virtual Slimes
The digital age offers a glimmer of hope. You download slime apps, creating virtual masterpieces with the swipe of a finger. It's oddly satisfying, watching your screen fill with glittery, gooey creations. But there's no tactile joy, no sensory delight. It's like looking at a photo of food when you're starving—beautiful, but ultimately unfulfilling. Still, you persist, crafting digital slimes at all hours, your eyes glazing over as you chase the phantom sensations.
4. Starting a Slime Bartering System
Your social circle becomes your lifeline. You propose trades, offering up prized possessions in exchange for slime. A rare book here, a cherished trinket there—nothing is off-limits. Friends and acquaintances look at you with a mix of pity and amusement, but some take the bait. You find yourself with new slimes, each one a brief oasis in your desert of deprivation. But the trades come with their own costs, and soon your shelves are empty, save for the slimes.
5. Begging for Slime
Pride be damned, you resort to begging. You compose heartfelt pleas, sending them to friends, family, even strangers on the internet. "Please," you write, "I just need a little slime to get through the day." The responses vary—some sympathetic, some mocking. A few kind souls send you small amounts, their generosity a beacon of hope. But it’s never enough. The hunger gnaws at you, relentless and unyielding.
6. Playing with Pretend Slime
Madness looms on the horizon. You find yourself pretending—imagining slimes that aren’t there. You close your eyes and describe them in excruciating detail, picturing every color, texture, and scent. You stretch invisible slimes, poke at thin air, your mind clinging to the ghostly sensations. It's a temporary balm, a fleeting escape. But reality always crashes back in, leaving you more desperate than before.
7. Begging for Slime Again
If at first you don’t succeed, beg, beg again. Persistence is key, my friends. Ask nicely, and maybe someone will take pity on you and share their precious slime. Try different approaches: poetic pleas, heartfelt letters, or even over-the-top dramatic monologues about your dire situation. The more creative, the better. Sometimes, the third time’s the charm. Don’t be afraid to ask for slime from every possible source. Your persistence might just pay off.
8. Keeping a Slime-Less Journal
You turn to writing, chronicling your ordeal in a slime-less journal. Each day, you document the cravings, the dreams, the near-misses. The pages fill with angst and longing, your words dripping with melodrama. You draw pictures, tape in scraps of failed DIY slimes, create a tangible testament to your suffering. It’s therapeutic, in a way, a way to process the madness. But it also solidifies your obsession, turning your journey into a saga of epic proportions.
9. Joining a Slime Support Group
Misery loves company. You find fellow sufferers, forming a support group of the slime-deprived. Together, you share stories, vent frustrations, and offer solace. Virtual meetings become your lifeline, each session a cathartic release. You bond over your shared struggle, finding strength in numbers. But the group also feeds your obsession, each member a mirror reflecting your own desperation.
10. Complaining About It on slime
Reddit is the perfect place to vent your frustrations. Head over to slime and share your woes with the community. Post dramatic rants, share memes about your slime-less existence, and seek advice from fellow slime lovers. Sometimes, a good rant is all you need to feel a bit better. Plus, you might find some empathetic souls who are willing to share their own tips and tricks for surviving the slime ban.
11. Casting a Magic Spell
In your darkest hour, you turn to the arcane. You gather candles, draw circles, and chant incantations, hoping to summon slime from the ether. It’s a mix of desperation and whimsy, a last-ditch effort to conjure relief. The rituals become elaborate, theatrical performances that blur the line between sanity and insanity. You laugh at the absurdity, but part of you truly believes in the magic.
12. Planning a Slime Heist
Delusion takes hold. You scheme, plot, and plan an elaborate slime heist. Blueprints cover your walls, your mind consumed with the minutiae of the perfect crime. You envision breaking into stores, raiding friends' stashes, even sneaking into slime conventions. It’s a fantasy, a thrilling diversion from your torment. The line between reality and fiction blurs, your heist becoming an epic tale of rebellion.
13. Begging for Slime Again
You circle back to begging, now with a fervor that borders on mania. You leave no stone unturned, no contact unasked. You compose dramatic letters, stage impassioned speeches, and flood social media with your pleas. The world watches, amused and bewildered by your relentless pursuit. But amidst the laughter, slivers of hope appear—small packages, anonymous gifts, glimmers of slime in the darkness.
14. Forgetting the Ban
Alright, it's been long enough. Buy some slime.

I just am at such a loss with this.
When I was 18 I was groomed by my favourite teacher during a time in life when I was very vulnerable, which he knew and exploited.
It started as little flirty comments, personal emails on our school accounts, practical jokes etc and in the end he got a hold of my contact details and we started texting. This happened just before I left school and continued for about a year.
He told me he and his wife had an agreement that he was allowed to talk to and pursue certain sexual things with other women because there were things he was into that she wasn't, as long as she didn't have to hear about it.
He also had me convinced that because of this situation with his wife, our relationship was fine because it was just friends helping friends with what they needed. He said there was nothing wrong with it, but that we just had to keep it to ourselves because other people wouldn't understand.
The context around the situation is all very weird but basically he had a son my age who I was friendly with and that was one of the things he used as a cover - he would plant seeds in his son's head to invite me to do things with their family etc.
I ended up invited to their church and this teacher also took on a "spiritual mentor" role in my life.
He and I were very close and it did cross a line into sexual communication. So there was this very odd dynamic where we would acknowledge this sexual thing between us but then he would go to church, feel bad about it and then tell me we could only keep communicating if it was about God. That would last a few weeks then it would descend into how it was before.
There were a couple of times things nearly became sexual physically, but only once did it actually happen and by that point I had started distancing myself because I had begun to realize our relationship was weird. The physical sexual act was that as I went to hug him goodbye he grabbed me, pinned me against him and moved my hand to touch him through his trousers. He told me to put my hand in his trousers but I was frozen because I was scared. He eventually let me go and I left.
I told him via text afterwards that it was okay because he messaged me seemingly very remorseful and upset, in hindsight I think he was just worried I would tell someone now a physical line had been crossed.
People suspected we were involved and it was reported to the church and the school more than once. He begged me to lie for him and at the time I wanted to protect him so I did.
I became so close with his family that I spent new years with his wife and son, he wasn't even there. His wife used to say I was like a daughter to her. He also said it a few times which is obviously messed up considering the way things were sometimes.
He was very manipulative and used to gaslight me horribly. One minute he was telling me he wanted to run away to France with me so we could be together and asking me to send him pictures, the next he was telling me I was delusional about his feelings for me and there was nothing between us.
I was very lonely and our relationship became essentially my whole world. He knew this and if I said or did things he didn't like he would threaten to cut me off. He used this to try and get personal information about his son because we were friends.
After nearly a year I became a bit healthier mentally and emotionally and realised things were off, I started distancing and he could tell. At some point I decided I didn't want him texting me anymore so we would email, I would keep my responses friendly but brief.
He started telling me he was depressed, suicidal even, trying to get my attention and keep me on the hook I guess, he knew that was my soft spot. Eventually it was too much and I told him to leave me alone for good. In response he told his son about what had been going on - I think he thought if I didn't want to be his friend, I didn't get to be friends with his son either. His son was staggeringly nice about it and said he forgave me.
He would still try to contact me and I would ignore him, so he ended up getting his son to contact me saying essentially that his dad was very depressed and wanted "permission" to email me to apologise to me for everything. I said I wasn't happy about it but wanted him off my friend's back so said fine.
When he emailed me there was no apology, just rambling like nothing was different, asking me to come over one day to talk about his depression (still under the guise of going to see his son). I told him to talk to a therapist or his wife and to leave me alone.
After that I had a couple of social media requests from him over a year or so and eventually he left me alone. A few years later I began therapy and they helped me realize he had actually groomed and assaulted me, so I went to the police and filed charges.
They told me that his grooming behaviour, though obviously gross, was actually not illegal because I was 18 when it happened and communications didn't technically become sexual until after I left school (by mere days. DAYS). They said that the only thing they could technically prosecute for was that sexual assault in his office because I hadn't provided consent for what he did. The officer literally said "I have a daughter and if I could get this guy for being a creep I would because it's disgusting, but the assault itself is the only bit that's an actual crime".
It was handed over to the police force in another county because of where the assault occurred. I made it clear that though I didn't have concrete evidence of the assault, the correspondences between us would support it. They knew everything had been deleted because he used to periodically make me delete everything, I was assured they could easily recover deleted messages.
He was interviewed and played it off that I was a schoolgirl with a crush/obsession and that I now had a grudge against him. He also managed to produce a letter I wrote him when I was leaving school as proof of my crush. Which it absolutely was, but again, he groomed me. I never denied having had a crush on him. It's how grooming works. The police decided that was sufficient and dropped my case.
So now, 10 years on I've spent thousands on different therapies, and I am still so angry. I can't get over it and it's really really bothering me, every day. I hate him so much for doing this to me. I have reoccurring nightmares that I have to go back to school and be taught by him again after everything, in the dreams I just run around the school avoiding him and trying to escape.
He's retired as of last year and that's been some small relief, but he does private tutoring now and I just hate that he got away with this.

So, I feel a duty to add my story as this site was my saviour during our “situation” as we like to call it. In February this year my husband started itching, the itching was so bad it kept him awake at night. A week or so later I finally had a look at his bare back and he was covered in spots and scabs. At first we thought it was chicken pox, scabies looks very similar but as he had already had chicken pox it was possible but not common to contract it a second time. I will ever forget when it dawned on me what he had, it was the absence of anything on his neck or face that led me to search google and discover scabies!! At first we were mildly amused, little did we know the nightmare that was about to begin. We had scabies confirmed by a private doctor who gave us a prescription for permethrin and off we went thinking ok, we will just apply this cream, it will be sorted and we will just get on with our lives. We managed to bypass the prescription and get permethrin for £10 a tube but as we had 2 teenage kids at home we needed at least 2 tubes each for the first round and another 8 for the second, supplies are hit and miss in our area so we had to ring various chemists for stock. We were already into the £100s after the private doctor and the permethrin but felt confident it would work. I stripped all the beds, bagged up our clothes, did the treatment expectantly and cleaned our home like a mad women. The following week we did the same again, every day in between i cleaned daily, vacumed and decontaminated our home Just incase there were any of the blighters Crawling about. By the way scabies will turn you into a paranoid cleaning Machine. I purchased a box of 100 latex gloves. You will need these!! 3-4 days after the second treatment I had new marks and so did my husband, we had followed the instructions to the letter but permethrin had not worked, we spent a further £160 and completed 2 more treatments a week apart then sure as eggs 3-4 days later it started again. It was as if we were just numbing the scabies then they would re-emerge after 3-4 days. I could literally time when I would see new evidence they were still on us. Our 2 kids (late teens) never showed symptoms and seeing as we don’t share a bathroom with them and our house is quite big we decided not to treat them further. We zoned the house so there were rooms just myself and my husband used and I wore gloves around the kitchen or if I needed to go into their spaces. Next treatment we tried was Derbac M. Again we followed the instructions to the letter and 4 days after last treatment there they were again!! I was beside myself with endless cleaning, washing, drying and stripping Bed sheets, it’s exhausting mentally and physically. It was while I was at the hairdressers following another, what I hoped was a successful treatment that I realised they were on my scalp!! Do not listen if anyone tells you they don’t go above the neck they do!! When my hairdresser added dye to my scalp it was incredibly painful, not a feeling I have ever had before and on further inspection I had track marks and burrows On my ears !! It made sense that most of my marks were on my neck upper back and arms now, they had infested my scalp. In frustration I searched this site for an alternative treatment, my doctor would not Prescribe ivermectin and offered me a dermatology appointment but I would have to Wait 6 weeks and still couldn’t guarantee ivermectin. I ordered in desperation benzyl benzoate from an online pharmacy, try to get the lotion rather than the oil, I bought a litre from Irish pharmacy for about £50 and I arrived in 4 days. We applied it head to toe, face, ears and scalp morning and night for 3 nights and 4 days without showering inbeween, everyday I stripped the bed, hoovered the mattress and the bedroom along with my normal decontamination cleaning routine I did every day. Right from the start I blasted all our dirty laundry in the tumble dryer on high heat for 30 minutes then washed on a normal wash cycle, I also tumble dried our pillows every day, we slept apart for 2 months so as not to reinfect each other on the off chance that one of us would be cured before the other. I also made a solution of vodka, water and tea tree oil that I sprayed on carpets, rugs and upholstery every day and after reading online decided to iron our mattress every day too. As I said this situation will drive you insane, the fear that you are never going to be rid of it is real and the fact you cannot see them makes it an unfair game. We waited 9-10 days before our second treatment of BB and again we did 3 nights, 4 days without showering inbeween, the BB cream stings a little in delicate areas but it soon wears off. I also bought cheap toothbrushes from the supermarket 25 pence for a pack of 2 for between toes and toenails. On day 4 I was checking for new marks but there were none, I have had in the last 4 weeks a few scratches and a peppering of tiny scabbed spots but I am happy to trust and believe it’s post scabies, neither of us are itching, we have not had post scabies itch but I think this is because we didn’t do multiple treatments of permethrin . We are now 4 weeks clear after a 9’week battle that almost broke me’ BB was the key to our cure just make sure you apply it literally everywhere. Sub note, our electric bill is over £1500, this has cost approximately £2000 due to 9 weeks of washing and tumble drying for hours, we still don’t know how my husband caught it we were in Egypt mid January but he also had a chiropractor appointment early Feb and he said there was no cover on the treatment bed so we can’t quite nail it down but was one of them. I never had it to the extent of my husband, he was covered head to toe in tracks but I did catch it from sharing a bed before his diagnosis. I hope my story helps someone as I in turn was helped enormously by the Reddit community.

About two weeks ago I thought about writing a story under 1,000 words. Would you believe ... 2,093 words? Enjoy!
At 9 PM, my roommate Martine pulled her knees closer to her chest and corrected her balance on the bay window bench seat. She never once looked at me as I finished neatening up the living room behind her. I didn’t expect her to notice me. She was waiting for her new love interest, Baylun. Nothing short of setting her clothes on fire would break her concentration before he arrived.
That’s why I didn’t bother to ask her if I looked okay. Yes, I wanted to make a good impression on Baylun because being presentable is being polite. Also, I didn’t want to give Martine any reason to leave me without her monthly half of the rent. If she left despite me being as perfect as I can be, well, nothing I can do about that. And given how intensely she was staring out the window, I wouldn’t be surprised if she expected Baylun to propose tonight. On their third date.
As if she’d read my mind, she spoke without turning her head. “Would you add him to the lease? I mean, if you like Baylun?”
“My Aunt Gloria might okay it. There’s enough room here. We can ask.” Why did I feel the need to appease her and pretend I wouldn’t be uncomfortable as the third wheel in my aunt’s rental house? My best guess is because appeasing and pretending are the cornerstones of my life, I’m very good at them.
Luckily, Martine was already not listening. “He’s here,” she whispered, sliding off the bench seat. After picking up her silk shawl, she partially opened our front door. Footsteps coming up our front steps stopped at what I presumed was the top step.
Beaming, she opened the door and invited him in. The man who entered had to duck to get in and I had to stop myself for apologizing to him. He was well dressed, looked like the proverbial “million dollars” and as he bent to give Martine a kiss on the cheek, I saw his eyes.
I froze for a moment, staring at the wrinkles around his eyes. Inhaling sharply, I blinked and shifted my gaze to Martine. She’d described Baylun as mature for his age. She’d failed to tell me he was at least middle age. That may sound ageist and I’m sorry for that but Martine and I are both 22 years old and Baylun looked twice that. He might be kind and, as Martine mentioned more than once, rich, but he might also be constantly on the lookout for a younger model than the one currently on his arm. Far be it from me to pass judgment without proof, but I would need more than Martine’s affirmation to feel comfortable with him as a roommate.
Introductions were short if not sweet. Baylun extended his hand and shook mine, which gave me some relief. If he’d kissed my hand I would undoubtedly have done nothing except internally cringe.
“Are you ready?” he asked, looking first at Martine who nodded enthusiastically. Then he looked at me and raised his eyebrows as if waiting for a reply. My jaw dropped, in real time.
Martine stared at me for half a second before jumping in to save me. “Lise was just getting her sweater, right, Lise?”
Thanks for covering for me, Martine. My plans for the night included pjs as soon as you guys left, but how could I say no? Except for flat out saying “No” which would be unthinkable.
“Right, I forgot it, and where are we going?” I squished in behind Martine, reached into the closet and took the top sweater from the neatly folded pile in the sweater drawer.
Baylun made a noise that was probably meant to sound like laughter. “Heddon’s Hill. To see the stars. Cloudless night tonight!”
Martine clapped her hands a couple of times, giving me a jolt of second-hand embarrassment. “Baylun asked me to keep it a secret. He brought a bottle of really good wine. It’s in his car, right, babe?”
Baylun didn’t say anything as he put his hand on her cheek like she was a child. She stared at him, as if in a trance. He didn’t purr audibly but that’s the best way I can describe his facial expression. Then I looked him in the eyes and the silence that followed hurt my ears.
A wave of panic immobilized me. I looked away and struggled to put on the sweater.
When he spoke, he whispered but it felt like thunder to my ears. “Perhaps a heavier outer layer?”
Martine snapped back into reality. “You look cold. Grab a hoodie, we’ll meet you in the car.”
That was the out I needed. “You know what, I feel awful. Go ahead, enjoy. I’ll take cold meds and try to be awake when you get back, to hear all about it.” To convey sadness at missing out on being a third wheel and resigned acceptance of impending illness, I grimaced and shrugged.
Martine considered me for a moment before agreeing. She leaned gently against Baylun’s arm and squeezed his hand. “Could we be back in an hour, babe?”
He turned his full attention on her and nodded. “Yes. We will. Goodbye, Lise.”
I thought about saying goodbye and decided a coughing fit would be more suitable. As I covered my mouth with my left elbow, I waved weakly with my right hand. The two lovebirds got into the car and when I heard it backing down the driveway, I poured a couple of teaspoons of night time anti-cold liquid down the sink. To make sure I smelled like I’d taken it, I licked the spoon before washing it.
When they returned, Martine walked in at a slower pace than usual and Baylun put his arm under hers as soon as they were both inside, so she could lean on him. She didn’t seem upset. She also didn’t make eye contact with me. My first thought was she had a bit too much wine, but we’ve had drinks together. She’s always been a little louder, a little more animated after a bit of alcohol. I started wondering if she’d consumed something other than wine while stargazing. Not judging, just trying to find an explanation that didn’t scare me about her health.
Instead of speaking to me, Baylun nodded and continued supporting Martine, helping her through the house. I reasoned he was taking her to the bathroom or her bedroom, so I squeezed in beside him and ran to open her bedroom door. Baylun led her to the far side of her bed so he was facing me, and helped her to lie down.
Except he didn’t lay her down right away. He held her halfway between standing and lying down, stared into my eyes and put his mouth on her neck.
I know how this sounds. My brain undoubtedly recognized the set-up. Yet I was unprepared for what happened.
Baylun retracted his lips, revealing two bloody fangs and touched Martine’s neck as if searching for something. Just before his fingers found them, I saw two wounds on her neck. He positioned his fingers so his fangs went into the wounds. Martine shuddered for a second, then sighed and stopped moving.
I inhaled sharply. Nothing made sense and I couldn’t remember how to move. When I realized my hand was still on the door handle, I leaned on it slightly, turned and ran to the front door.
Baylun met me there. I didn’t hear him walking or running. He wasn’t at the door and then he was, positioned to prevent me from opening it. He wasn’t frowning. He didn’t lean towards me or touch me, for which I was grateful.
But his eyes. They sparkled, they were bright and lively, and they were wrinkle-free. He looked my age, not middle aged. He looked like the guy I’d met an hour earlier, only younger.
I took a step backwards.
He took a step forward and spoke, his voice quiet and calm.
“If you say anything to her about what you saw, I will deny it and she will believe me. Then I will show you what it’s like to burn in hell.”
This was the second time in one night life handed me a “get out of trouble” card and I grabbed it with both hands. Frowning with the hopes of presenting as confused, I asked, “Okay, I thought it was very kind of you to bring her home, but I think I get it. What’s our story if she asks?”
He crossed his arms and studied me for a long moment. “I’m glad you understand. You can take credit for getting her into bed.”
I nodded and brought my left hand to my mouth, trying to look thoughtful. “And you asked her to text when she gets up tomorrow? Or is that too much?”
He chuckled and uncrossed his arms. “That’s just what I was thinking.” He stared at my mouth.
A rush of fear froze me in place. “Everything okay?”
“It will be.” He pointed at the right side of my mouth.
A sharp pain on the side of my face woke me up. It was still dark. I was in my bed. I tried sitting up and learned my pillowcase was stuck to the corner of my mouth.
Instant panic. I picked up the pillow and ran to the bathroom where a quick glance in the mirror above the sink revealed the substance wasn’t glue, it was blood. As awful as that was, my initial reaction was “Better than glue.” A little warm water on a face cloth eased the pillowcase off my skin and I set the case and face cloth on the counter.
For a brief moment I felt absolute relief. I held onto the sides of the sink and took a deep breath.
A drop of blood landed on the right side of the sink.
Blood could be from biting my lip, or inside of my cheek or even my tongue in my sleep. Or a nosebleed.
Another drop of blood landed on the sink.
It was so weird. Nothing hurt. Not my nose, not my lip, not my tongue. I struggled to figure out what I did, why I would be bleeding. Did I do something foolish before I went to bed?
I couldn’t remember going to bed.
Time to look in the mirror. There wasn’t any obvious damage, so I used my fingers to move my lips away from the right side of my mouth.
My canine tooth was missing. Another, sharper tooth was working its way out of the gums. That’s where the blood was coming from.
I leaned in and looked more closely at it. The emerging canine was definitely tearing through the gum, making it bleed.
A scream worked its way up my throat. I stood up, ramrod straight, shut my mouth and gently placed the face cloth on it.
I tiptoed down the hall to Martine’s bedroom door. It was shut. She was breathing in a regular pattern, not quite snoring.
I came back to my bedroom and checked my phone. 4:45 AM. When did I come to bed? Baylun was here, I remembered him with Martine and then at the door. Seems like he’s gone, unless he’s sitting in the dark in the living room or kitchen.
Any other day, Martine would be waking up in two hours. If she does, I don’t doubt she’ll be excited to hear Baylun wants her to text him.
I want to throw up. A few hours ago, life felt so normal. Now a giant canine tooth is pushing its way into my mouth. Maybe the other one is, too. I don’t care to find out. I also don’t want to go to the hospital where I’ll run out of answers before the staff run out of questions.
Maybe I can take a couple of days off work, see if the new dental situation affects my sleep schedule. Maybe I can find a night job.
Or maybe I’m a vampire, condemned to a life of hunting humans and being hunted by humans. I’m going to wait until Martine gets up before posting this. She might have a lot more information on this.
My mind is clearer now. My memories are back. It’s time for me to disappear from Martine’s and my Aunt Gloria’s lives. I can do it. I must do it. For their safety, and for mine. Everything is not okay. Not yet.

I went in for a dental exam and they found a huge abscess. I had no pain or knowledge I had it. I was given antibiotics which didn’t remove the infection.
That tooth already had a crown on it because it was cracked but no root canal was done when it was placed back in 2018.
I saw an endodontist who ended up removing the crown.
The crown was placed back 5 days later with a hole on it. (She first made a hole but ended up removing the crown) it was covered when it was placed back.
After the procedure and during the placement of the crown no X-rays were done to check if the infection had cleared. Is this normal?
I never had pain but apparently it was a pretty big infection. Shouldn’t they check to see if the infection cleared? This happened around a month ago.

It's release day for Godzilla vs Mighty Morphin Power Rangers II #2!
This will be an open discussion for all of Godzilla vs Mighty Morphin Power Rangers as well as their respective franchises.
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The Mighty Morphin Power Rangers and Godzilla have been caught in a sprawling space-time scheme orchestrated by Rita Repulsa and Astronema! They team up to save alternate versions of the Power Rangers from being targeted by sinister forces. As the Power Rangers and Godzilla transverse realities with the help of a newfound ally, the shape of the foes they face become clear: the Psycho Rangers! But the Psycho Rangers have siphoned powers and abilities from beyond their own world, and if the Rangers and Godzilla can't stop them, the entire multiverse will suffer the consequences!

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Writer Cullen Bunn, artist Baldemar Rivas, colorist Andrew Dalhouse, letterer Johanna Guzman
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I have been using the free version of ChatGPT to create cover letters for job applications. I typically start by saying, "this is my CV: " then pasting my CV. It then rewrites my CV for some reason.
Then I tell it, "Using my CV, write a cover letter for the following job: " and I paste the job description. And it returns the letter.
I then reuse the prompt multiple times telling it to create the letter for the new job description. After some time / set of iterations, it forgets my CV info and starts churning out really generic letters
What am I doing wrong, and how would I be able to load the CV so it doesn't forget it through the process, or at least lets me know it forgot my CV?

A term you may have come across is “hash power,” which refers to the total number of hashes produced by miners in a network like Bitcoin as they mine blocks.
But there may nevertheless be lingering questions about what hash power is, why it matters, and what it ultimately means for different blockchain projects. These are the topics we’ll be addressing today.

Understanding Hash Power 💪

First, let’s begin with a broad overview of what hash power is and how we measure it.
Definition of Hash Power 📚
The ‘hash rate’ is a number representing the computational power exerted by a proof-of-work (PoW) cryptocurrency network (such as Bitcoin), a mining pool, or an individual miner. It plays an important role in setting the mining difficulty for a blockchain and serves as an indicator of the network's security level, both of which are covered in more detail below.
A hash is an alphanumeric code produced when some piece of data – whether an individual letter or all of Wikipedia – is passed into a hashing function. The most famous such function is probably the SHA156 hashing function deployed in Bitcoin.
The computers within a PoW network produce many hashes per second as they compete to be the first to mine a valid block, and each of these is counted. The overall hash rate measures the number of these hashes happening in aggregate.
Units of Hash Power 📐
As we said, hash rate quantifies the number of hashing attempts the computers in a blockchain network makes per second when trying to mine a block. In general, the size of the network typically correlates with a higher hash rate, as bigger networks mean more computers producing hashes.
Hash rate is almost always expressed in terms of hashes per second, with several specific measures being used to indicate the scale of mining operations:

• Kilohash per second (KH/s): 1,000 hashes per second, which is considered very low.
• Megahash per second (MH/s): 1 million hashes per second, which is often achieved by a single GPU or CPU.
• Gigahash per second (GH/s): 1 billion hashes per second, usually seen in smaller mining pools or a cluster of GPUs.
• Terahash per second (TH/s): 1 trillion hashes per second, typical for a single ASIC miner or large mining pool.
• Petahash per second (PH/s): 1 quadrillion hashes per second, common for large mining pools.
• Exahash per second (EH/s): 1 quintillion hashes per second, usually representative of extremely large mining pools or an entire network.
• Zettahash per second (ZH/s): 1 sextillion hashes per second, a rate has yet to be achieved.

These metrics help illustrate the range of mining power, from individual units to expansive network operations, and they give you a sense of where the trend lines are pointing.

The Implications of Hash Power 💂

Now that we’ve broadly answered the question “What is Bitcoin hash power,” let’s discuss a few of its implications for security and economics.
First, there’s a fairly clear connection between the hash rate of a network like Bitcoin and its overall security. Take the case of a “51% attack,” for example, which occurs when a single entity controls more than half of Bitcoin’s hash power. Once they’ve achieved this control, they can sensor transactions or even change recent blocks.
Obviously, the more hash power commanded by the network, the harder it is to gain 51% of that hash power. If there were only a dozen small Bitcoin miners, it would be relatively trivial to execute a 51% attack; with multiple exahashes per second, the task becomes much more difficult.
The Bitcoin network dynamically adjusts to accommodate greater amounts of hash power. As more miners enter the competition to mine a block, it becomes harder to do, and as they leave, it becomes easier. This way, there’s always a new block every 10 minutes, on average.
Hash power also affects mining profitability. The more hash power there is available, the harder each miner has to work in order to beat all the others. As hash power grows, then, it becomes more and more costly to mine blocks. This is part of what has driven the trend toward bigger mining pools. This dynamic interacts in complex ways with the regular Bitcoin halving, but we’ll leave that for future essays. Be sure to subscribe to this subreddit for all our updates.

Hash Power and Core Chain 🟧

Core Chain is the most Bitcoin-aligned layer 1, and this stems in part from the fact that Satoshi Plus consensus is tied directly to the hash power of Bitcoin miners.
As we’ve covered elsewhere, Core Chain offers miners the option of delegating their hash power to Core Validators through Delegated Proof of Work. When they do this, they embed specific data into the coinbase transaction of the new Bitcoin block specifying which Core validator they are delegating to and where they would like their CORE rewards to be directed.
After a miner delegates their Proof of Work to Core, the network assesses the total delegated Proof of Work for each validator by tallying the number of blocks attributed to them by Bitcoin miners. This plays a crucial role in the selection process for validators on the Core network; miners are rewarded for this work when their validators successfully mine a block and pass along some of their CORE tokens to their delegating miners.

Conclusion

The significance of hash power in underwriting the integrity and security of the Bitcoin network cannot be overstated. Hash power is a part of how transactions are validated and blocks are mined reliably; the more of it there is, the harder it is for any malicious actors to alter the distributed ledger or censor the activity of others.
And, on Core Chain, hash power is delegated as part of Satoshi Plus consensus. This not only binds Core and Bitcoin together, it also means that the security of Core is propped up by the might of Bitcoin’s mining network.
We hope you’ve found this thought-provoking and informative! Be sure to subscribe for future updates, or check out Core Chain’s documentation, YouTube channel, or Core Academy if you want to dive deeper!

So she's a British citizen by descent (born outside the UK in 1970) , has been to the UK 2 times when she was a child living for 1-2 years each time ( this was before 1983). Now after 4 decades, she's going to travel with me to the UK for a visit.
I've got a Pakistani passport since i was born here , I've mentioned my mother's nationality in my visa application. But I haven't mentioned about her anywhere on my cover letter , will it make any difference if i dont explain her circumstances?
How will her traveling with me affect my application ?

Reflections... Sometimes my letters are reflections, capturing our little world. Which, despite us not being together romantically, I'm so happy to say exists. We have a world, you and me. We make a world, just us, where we laugh, fake argue (bc we have to because we don't have real arguments 🥲), think about each other. The world which has all of the things we've watched together, alone. All the slight touches and glanced from across the room. A world that has our whole history and a world which expands the very every single day we say hi. Just as a preface... I love our world! Time to reflect.
A couple of days ago i slipped. You caught me at one of those moments where my brain-mouth filter gets overwhelmed by my urge for you boiling inside and what i feel just comes out (no puns! Stop looking for one!!! 🤭).
We were talking about tension building, and i got so overwhelmed i blurted out something like... "Tension is built in the space between us which keeps me from tearing you apart". 😭 Which, when i realized what i said, i first thought, yo that's cool af 😆... But then immediately had to cover it up.
I wonder if you knew that was meant for you? I wonder if you also knew that it just came out, completely original off the top. 🤣🤣🤣 So original i was honestly shocked that i said it. You're not stupid I'm sure you know...
I wonder if you find it cute that sometimes i can't contain myself so much that it just happens. Like when i moved to sleep next to you. As a side note i hope you know there was no funny business. I swear i just felt a pull so strong i had to go sleep next to you. It was the only way i felt ok again. Literally like a magnet that is now at rest because the Attraction to the other magnet is complete. The two not being able to get any closer. 😊
977 days of talking to you every day since that trip where we finally reconnected for real. 977 days I love you. 977 days and my body literally rejects the Idea of missing even 1.
Good morning love. Love? Doesn't even cut it... Good morning my soul 💌
🍪🍪🍪🍪🍪🦝

When I was 4 or 5 , traveling cross country..I saw a beautiful long blonde hair woman in a long sleeved long dress with tiny flowers print standing in the middle of a flat golden plain with the wind blowing her hair and dress and I KNEW she had died by a wildfire soon after. ( I still remember the image and thought later, maybe reincarnation memory). 9 yo..AF Brat we visited Ephesus, Turkey..there was a tunnel leading up to the colosseum grounds from the cages and prison cells below and I saw a woman in traditional biblical garb with a blue shaw over her hair bent over with her hand on the wall for support, blinking up into the bright sunlight ..I had the overwhelming urge to touch the Wall were her hand had been. (Just my imagination?)
Years go by and I am diagnosed with an incurable eye desease ..my sister and I go on a road trip, for historical sites while I still can, and then I KNEW this was a ghost energy. Shiloh National Cemetery Park Walking around I saw a copse of trees with 1 Confederate marker among Union Markers and I wondered how he got there. Suddenly (,in my minds eye?) I SAW a very young slim man with dark hair stumble out of the dense brush and be confronted by the sight of Union men sitting around a fire. (Imagination again?) Later my sister and I were standing at the dedication plaque podium and my sister said how sad this place made her feel ..suddenly I felt a sense of Pride and said How proud that their sacrifice was being honored ..then felt joy and laughed and tried to shoulder bump the Confederate ghost... I KNEW, but could not see, standing beside me. Sight deteriated fast, facial recognition gone. It's a blurry world. Btw I can only type on my phone close to my face. Black screen. White lettering. Allen, Texas standing outside grocery store waiting on my ride, I look up and not 2 feet from me is an older gentleman with full head of grey hair and bushy mustache smiling and staring at me..not saying a word..at the time I didn't wonder HOW I could see him so clearly..minutes go by..silence..I'm wondering if he is just standing there judging me, my attire, etc. I turn my back on him and ignore him. Thought no more about it UNTIL..2 years later living in Mabank, Texas AGAIN outside waiting for my ride..Hes THERE.. 2 feet from me, silent and smiling at me..75 miles distance from Allen..thats when I realize I can SEE him as I did in Allen because I RECOGNIZED him from Allen, remember facial recognition is gone, I can't even see myself in a mirror. That shocked me. I don't know him. I walked away. Now you are going to say I'm crazy or hullicinating ..4 years later I'm living in Kentucky and I visit an Amish Store as I'm waiting in line at cashier I see an Amish couple in traditional garb standing perfectly still staring at me I see her clearly with her bonnet and long dark green dress, slim with hard lines on her face (wrinkles) she barely comes to her husband's shou, I look at him and see his white shirt and red suspenders BUT there is a black blob that covers his face and part of his shoulder..ok I think, blind spot from my eyesight, not wondering why I can SEE her so clearly, turn to look at cashier and I can SEE her plump, blonde middle age with glasses smiling at me and I suddenly think..she is connected to the couple..then Memory lapse..until I found myself with a receipt in hand saying "It will be okay, It will be okay" to a crying cashier who won't look up at me. Last experience was December 5th 2023 Weekend getaway with my sister and her DIL. Nashville, TN, Broadway St. Bar hopping, I had slowed down drinking and had switched to water as we walked into Blake's Place. DIL was very drunk and got nose to nose with bouncer..suddenly I felt such Pride for the bouncer and could see him and DIL clearly.,he stood there stoic and unresponsive to DIL barrage of drunk BS till she gave up and moved on. He had a black stocking cap and heavy coat and gloves on, roundish face but not fat..small nose and thin lips. I went to the back of the dance floor and planted myself there so my sister would know where I was and listenened/enjoyed the band, with my water. To the right of me I saw, as if in a spotlight a tall blonde man, in a Red short sleeve t shirt and huge biceps standing there just staring at me, not drinking or moving to the music as the blurry guys behind him were..song after song, he just stood there watching me.. I felt a little self conscious.. I am now 60 so WTH? Eventually my sister came to tell me it was time to leave to get DIL to hotel. Memory lapse..(not drunk, had been on water)..dont remember anything until we were outside on sidewalk when the bouncer came running out to me and grabbed my arm and with a shocked expression on his face demanded.."What did you just say tome! What did you just say to me!" ...I DONT KNOW! I sheepishly say "Best Band" and he stood back and watched us as we moved on down the road. I beleve Red shirt was a ghost connected to him and said something to him thru me. But unlike Shiloh, but like Amish Store..I don't know what the message was.was. If I hadn't effected these two people the way I had, I would think I had had hulicinations or a very vivid imagination..but seeing the stoic bouncer so shook up..convinced me..and I am trying to find explanation/validation that I am not crazy.

It was summer. He needed money to pay for school next year. He decided to get a job. He needed to apply to different places. He first made a resume. He then made a cover letter. He walked around his neighborhood.

How did yall instruct professional letters of recommendation? I’m gonna be asking a supervisor to write a letter and unlike my professors they haven’t written too many before so what should I ask them to touch on, what to avoid, etc.? I’m having them write it for one specific app. Should I just ask them to cover my work ethic, notable accomplishments, and highlight my enthusiasm for the particular school? Anything else? Also what page count should they shoot for I’m assuming one (I waived my right to see all LoRs so not sure what my other recommendations lengths were)?