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20 year old male.
So this week i was eating foods high in fat /oily food and on monday my stool was solid and had 2 shades of brown. Lighter and darker. Now apparently this is normal and ot can be old stool mixed with new fresh stool. Well yesterday and today i had mushy stool taht was light brown but when i wipe it is kinda yellow. Now apparently, that also is normal and it is like when you smear mud amd ot becomes yellow.
But curiosity was stronger so i had to google about yellow stool and sticky stool (accidentaly got some and after washing with water it felt sticky until i washed with soap immediantely. Now this might be fat? Fatty stool?). I have health anxiety and i thought it is my liver.
7 months ago i had an abdominal uktrasound unrelated to liver or anything and tehy found out i have non alcoholic fatty liver (i mean, i guess because i dont drink alcohol). Apparently it is normal since i am overweight. I weight 80kg and am 171 cm tall. Now in those 7 months i didnt do much. I didnt get fit honestly because of constant work. Now apparently, in order for fatty liver to cause bile issues or other scary things it takes more than 7 months. We are talking years, correct me if i am wrong.
I do not have any other symptoms like pain or skin/eye yellowing... Could these stools be related to fatty foods? Ik this isnt the first time it happened but health anxiety is a bitch

So I’ve been trying to attempt solo spire on warlock, I have the opening down but once I get to the first boss I can get to damage but to consistently get to damage and dealing is what I’m struggling with. I was able to do it on my hunter relatively easily but for the life of me I can’t do it on warlock. I’ve figured out to use a trace rifle to break the eyes faster but then right at dps i have two problems one is damage and I’ve been trying everything in my arsenal basically mainly the heavy exotics like Whisper, Leviathan’s and such. The second problem is even though I clear the area except for the opposite side minotaur, somehow a group of goblins still come up and act like “Get Down Mr President!” and they get between me and my line of fire for the boss and it interrupts me.
I’ve soloed grasp and shattered before so am I just bad or am I doing something wrong? I have no idea so any tips and stuff would be appreciated

I’m 23F, have recently medical school. I had social anxiety up until 4 years ago due to bullying and body image issues. I had a comfortable upbringing, which was rather sheltered. I’m a single child so my parents were and are overprotective. For some reason I don’t feel happiness easily, my default settings seem anger, broodiness, doubt towards and myself.
I have always found it difficult to associate with people, what they feel. For example about 6 years ago my friend showed me a new bracelet she bought expecting me to give a reaction. I was just like oh cool you bought a bracelet , then she had to tell me that I was supposed to say it looks pretty or something in such a situation.
Whatever empathy I’ve learned has been over the past 3 years that too because I was forced to do so when someone I considered my only friend up and left because of my own sabotaging behaviour. I have made a few friends since then, my social life is better but I still feel this sense of disconnect with everything. My internship in medicine opened my eyes to the world and other’s suffering but even now I have to put a lot of effort to communicate and make others comfortable. I feel utterly exhausted later.
Now that I think back to my childhood I remember the good and the bad. My mother was extremely unhappy with her life, my father though good on paper is not good at showing affection. She halted her career progression to appease my father and grandmother , to take care of me. Her career is stagnant though she’s extremely intelligent.
My mother used to say things like “Don’t try to talk, you won’t know what to speak about. I know I can’t expect much from you. I’m disappointed in you, you are not fun to talk to.” All of this inspite of me being an obedient child, who was always appreciated at school for academics. Up until 10 years of age she used to help me study and hit me when I used to do something wrong. It also didn’t help that my parents fought a lot, it didn’t set a good example as to how I should communicate with others.As a result I didn’t communicate unless absolutely necessary at home up until 3 years ago.
My mother used to be affectionate at other times and really strived to make me nice meals and take me on vacations. My father too is very protective of me. I feel like I’m recalling the past because my mother recently asked me not to wear a particular set of clothes again while exercising because someone had commented on me being fat while wearing it. I don’t like that she wants me to take into consideration a stranger’s unsolicited opinion. Mind you I always dress conservatively, mostly in loose fitting clothes. She still says some mean things like “You are stupid”. I literally have to scream to get her attention.To top it all off she still says things like “Why can’t you be happy, you have everything in life “. I really want to move away for residency.
I feel like crying if I think of all this, I keep praying to God to make me feel like a different. To make me feel like a real human being and not a shell or some kind of android learning to self programme emotions. I was recently watching kimono mom videos and was crying seeing the kind of gentle parenting some children are afforded. I really wish to be a more gentle, happy, fulfilled person.

I'm a 15 yo scout in Italy, this is my last year before i leave but i've been feeling pretty burned out. I'm not physically strong or have a srong personality, im also pretty "fragile" in the eyes of others because i dont talk much and they find me weird (I'm autistic, i have some problems with socialization and sensory issues, but no matter how hard i try to explain they wont belive me because I am high functioning so i dont need much help, so they just think im weird). I stopped liking the activities we did years ago but i never found the courage to ask to leave.
The thing is that all the years i've been in scouts ive always found myself in a very toxic environment. In summer camps (but through all the year too) it's like being in a cage with a bunch of chiwawas, everyone is always shouting and angry and if you arent capable of something then you are worthless and you are fates to be talked about behind your back by everyone.
Scout masters don't help at all, they set um races after races to keep everyone in competition, groups against groups so everyone gets even more anxious and stressed.
I'm just looking for some tips on how to handle everything and how to not go in a state of complete anxiety, maybe I am exagerating everything but thats just how i view it. asking advice on reddit is my last hope. thank you.

20 year old male.
So this week i was eating foods high in fat /oily food and on monday my stool was solid and had 2 shades of brown. Lighter and darker. Now apparently this is normal and ot can be old stool mixed with new fresh stool. Well yesterday and today i had mushy stool taht was light brown but when i wipe it is kinda yellow. Now apparently, that also is normal and it is like when you smear mud amd ot becomes yellow.
But curiosity was stronger so i had to google about yellow stool and sticky stool (accidentaly got some and after washing with water it felt sticky until i washed with soap immediantely. Now this might be fat? Fatty stool?). I have health anxiety and i thought it is my liver.
7 months ago i had an abdominal uktrasound unrelated to liver or anything and tehy found out i have non alcoholic fatty liver (i mean, i guess because i dont drink alcohol). Apparently it is normal since i am overweight. I weight 80kg and am 171 cm tall. Now in those 7 months i didnt do much. I didnt get fit honestly because of constant work. Now apparently, in order for fatty liver to cause bile issues or other scary things it takes more than 7 months. We are talking years, correct me if i am wrong.
I do not have any other symptoms like pain or skin/eye yellowing... Could these stools be related to fatty foods? Ik this isnt the first time it happened but health anxiety is a bitch

My good friend and neighbor, Gus got divorced about 3 years ago and he has never been the same. He is a self admitted hopeless romantic and not having someone to love made him a different person.
A few months ago while hanging out with some of our other neighbors, Gus told us that he met a Filipina girl on an Asian dating website and she is in the Philippines. Everybody told him our apprehensions about him being used, scammed, etc. But Gus asked us to keep our opinions to ourselves and told us he was happier than he has been in a long time. So we did just that and decided to be happy for him.
Last weekend, I was doing something in my car in the driveway and Gus approached me. He asked me about a stereo I bought for my son's car and I told him I got it at facebook marketplace. He asked if I knew where he could buy it and I told him to use Google Lens.
He asked me how to use it so I showed him. I asked him to pull out a picture on his phone and he chose one of his Filipina girlfriend in a bikini sitting by a pool. You could guess what happened next.
Gus' jaw dropped when he saw the result. The supposed picture of his girlfriend turned out to be a Chinese actress from Singapore. Gus started to check her other pictures with the same result.
I saw the spirit of all happiness leave his body. He was in shock and not in a good way. I saw him starting to tear up.
I asked if he way okay and he nodded and then walked away.
I've seen him leave and come home from work, but I am keeping a close eye on him making sure he does not do anything drastic. I've texted him to ask if he's okay and if there is anything I can do for him and he just answered "I'm fine".
I have no idea what's going on with him and as much as a part of me is glad that he is no longer getting scammed, a big part of me is sorry to see him this way.

Hello, to begin with I want to add that I never judge people by their appearance and I do not make assumptions based on that, but in this story I will describe the people as they looked so u can feel it more.
The story that happened to me today:
I had a broken arm and went to the doctor today. In our country, the waiting time in hospitals for such a check is up to 3 hours. The waiting rooms are post-communist, old, white walls and blue uncomfortable chairs. After about half an hour of waiting in a waiting room full of people of all ages, who were also after some sort of injury, a 2-meter middle-aged man came to the waiting room, who at first glance looked somewhat strange. He sat down on a chair and his girlfriend or sister came behind him, I don't know what of those two it was, but she looked even weirder than him. The guy had a tucked-in T-shirt in his pants with the inscription PRAGUE and the Czech flag on the front of the t-shirt. He had rustler pants pulled up high. His posture was stooped. He had brown, thinning hair and thick-rimmed glasses. Blue eyes that only had an empty look. Huge palms, since he was about 2 meters. The woman who was with him was missing several teeth. She was overweight and of average height. She was wearing gray leggings, a t-shirt that was short so part of her stomach was visible, and an unzipped dark green jacket. Both of them showed that they were not completely in order and looked a little dirty, but not like street dirty, more like they just dont take care of them self AT ALL dirty. The woman looked much dirtier. They sat down not far from me and at first it was quiet. Subsequently, the guy started talking, first in silence and to himself, he started commenting everything around him. For example, another patient in the waiting room was wearing a cap and the strange guy said. "Look, the moron still has his cap on. Can you understand that?!? haha" He always laughed really unpleasantly after one of his drastic comments. Horror type laugh. He could be heard and people were looking around at him. As we were all waiting in the waiting room, a nurse came out and according to the ordinary number, called a very old lady who had broken her arm and was going to be checked. The strange guy was sitting closest to the door, so everyone was walking around him. As the grandmother slowly got up from her chair (obviously because she is old), the strange guy aggressively shouted: "WELL MOVE, MOVE, COMMON!!!" Everyone pretended not to hear him and no one ever spoke up. As he commented, he said something that I didn't fully understand, something like: "And what does this tattooed moron think of himself???" That should have been on me because I was the only one in the waiting room with tattoos on my body. So I looked at him and asked him: "You talking to me?"
The strange guy aggressively raised his voice and answered: "YES, I SAID THAT ABOUT YOU AND WHAT DO YOU CARE, DO I MIND YOU?" type shit, to which I replied that he was shouting in a waiting room full of people like he is out of his fucking mind and that's when it started. The guy started almost shouting on entire waiting room: "OUT OF MY FUCKING MIND? YOU CAN BE SURE THAT I AM OUT OF MY FUCKING MIND, I'M 100% SCHIZOPHRENIC. I WILL KILL YOU AND I WILL NOT EVEN GO TO JAIL. THEY WILL JUST LOCK ME IN AN INSTITUTE AGAIN :)… YOU WILL END UP UNDERGROUND BECAUSE GOD DOESN'T WANT YOU IN HEAVEN! YOU WILL DIE!!! AND YOU KNOW WHAT, AT LEAST THERE WILL BE ONE LESS BRAT. A VEIN IN YOUR NECK WILL RUPTURE AND YOU'LL BLEED OUT, YOU'LL SEE. BUT I DON'T WANT TO RETURN TO THE INSTITUTE... I DON'T WANT TO RETURN. MRS. GUIDE I DONT WANT TO GO BACK”. The woman who was with him just watched blankly, motionless, without emotion. I didn't answer him, I shook my head and gave a thumbs up as he aggressively said he was going to kill me. I felt a slight fear and a rush of adrenaline, of course I did nothing. WTF? The guy was visibly sick in the head and god knows what would happen if I reacted to this. Afterwards, he kept talking. Totally random stuff. "Look at how he stares at the phone, that's even worse than alcohol, he's addicted. I saw that on TV" again at me. The woman was silent. A hospital bed arrived in the waiting room, on which lay a very old grandmother who had probably fallen and hit herself somehow. She was lying and holding her head up, she told her daughter that it doesn't hurt, when she hold her head up like that so she has to have her head up. The guy heard it and to the entire waiting room: "YOU DON'T HAVE TO. THE ONLY THING YOU HAVE TO DO IS DIE. HAHAH. OTHER THAN THAT, YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO ANYTHING. HAHA :) NO ONE HAS TO DO ANYTHING BUT EVERYONE HAS TO FUCKING DIE. END UP UNDERGROUND. HAHAHAHA. PSST PSST… SHUT UP, BE QUIET” he said to himself and started rocking in his chair. As the patients went in order, he was angry that there were people ahead of him. The nurse called the next patient in line to the ambulance. It was a mother with a baby in a stroller. The guy said out loud, "WHY ARE YOU GOING? YOU AND YOUR CHILD ARE SOMETHING MORE?”. No one in the waiting room noticed him, people just nodded their heads. After the check-up, the mother and the child came out of the doctor's office and this strange guy said: "WHAT, YOU'RE FINALLY GOING AWAY. WHY WERE YOU THE MAIN???" The woman said with a very calm tone: my child is sick. The strange guy: "And you work?! You have a job!?" The woman said yes and when she saw that he was aggressive, she started walking away. While she was walking away, the guy was talking louder and louder at her: "DO YOU THINK I'M STUPID? SHE THINKS I'M STUPID AND THAT I DON'T KNOW THAT SHE'S ON KINDERGARTEN WITH HER BABY! HAHAHAHA” . It was really terrible, I was really afraid that he will attack somebody. The guy also said things like: "NO. NO. I DON'T WANT TO GET MY HANDS DIRTY AGAIN. Pssst, psssst. SILENCE!..... I have to drink, I have dry in my mouth. dry like sahara i am. DRINK, BECAUSE YOUR KIDNEYS WILL DRY UP!” The doctor called number 12 in, which was me, and this strange guy was sitting about 2 cm from the door to the ambulance. He said something again, but I didn't even listen to his words anymore, I was just careful when I walked by, that I wouldn't get hit or that something would poke me. I went to the doctor and the doctor asked who was screaming like that. I told him what it was about and he told me that I shouldn't pay attention to such people. He checked my hand and I went away. As I was leaving, the guy was talking loudly: "NOW GO. AND YOU HAVE FREE TIME, EXCELLENT HAHA” . And I walked away.
All this was very strange and my first encounter with such a sick person. ou could see on him that he really mean those things. The whole time I had a very bad feeling. The guy looked exactly like some kind of psychopath, like some serial killer who keeps the heads of his victims in the refrigerator so that he can feel dominance over them forever type shit and cant tell the difference between good and bad. I wouldn't be surprised at all if in a few years I see him and his wife in the news that a dead body was found at their home.
Did you have any encounters like this? I want to know

TLDR: Boyfriend 27M self sabotaged relationship after honeymoon phase ended
I (31F) was dumped by my (27M) boyfriend because he “lost feelings.” Seems like he checked out months ago. It was my first healthy relationship, we were friends, laughed, and had a lot of fun together. I thought we communicated well. We lived together, spent the last two holidays with his family, and would have celebrated two years together in two weeks. He told me when this happened and we went to two couples therapy sessions together before he dumped me. Said he didn’t feel as strongly as before and was having anxiety about if we got married and divorced later (like his parents did).
I’m having a hard time moving forward because I still love him. I think he self sabotaged our relationship and was sobbing uncontrollably when he moved out and took all the photos of us. He seems so insanely confused. He told me he feels like he’s making the biggest mistake of his life with tears in his eyes. He told me I was an amazing girlfriend and this had nothing to do with me.
Has anyone experienced this before and been on the other side of a “I lost feelings?”
It hurts like hell, I thought this was my forever partner. We talked about marriage and kids. Do these types of people normally come back when they realize they made a mistake or is it best I just move on? Any input is appreciated.
I’ve joined a CrossFit gym where I go 3x a week and do daily journaling. I’m still really tearful and struggling. I’m really trying to get on the other side of this. Thank you for reading.

I am new to this community so i am unfamiliar with all the jargon ya'll use but wonder if anyone has experienced something similar.
For as long as I can remember, i have been fighting this same guy in my dreams . I must have killed him over 100 times by now but he always comes back. He looks like an average person, and i could draw his face because i have seen it so many times. He can appear in lucid dreams, or regular dreams, and it always happens the same way.
I will be doing my dream thing, and suddenly the whole atmosphere will change and I know this guy is around. As soon as i feel it, it snaps me out of whatever i was doing and I scan for this guy, and i always find him staring at me from somewhere. As soon as we lock eyes my instincts kick in and i always get the fight or flight response and feeling that its either me or him, and we have to settle it now. Like it is some kind of weird rivalry but i also feel he is trying to hurt me. I always feel an intense unexplained hatred for him as soon as we lock eyes.
Don't ask me why but in most of my dreams i have some strange psychic like power (almost feels like an additional muscle that i don't have while awake, i can remember what it feels like right now, just can't access it). So typically i will crush this guy into the wall or the ground into a pile of dust/mush, but he always comes back. I have beaten this guy 100s of times but i know he will pop up again in a few weeks/months. He has shown up in my dreams probably 4-5x a year for the past 25 years.
So my questions are

1. Has anyone experienced anything like this?
2. Could this guy actually be good and I have the wrong idea?
3. If he is trying to hurt me like my dreaming instincts always make me feel, what would happen if he beats me for once?

As the title states, my (m29) partner (f28) told me she doesn't want sex anymore.
It didn't start like this. At the beginning of our relationship she seemed to love sex and bragged about how many partners she'd had etc. After (unsuccessfully) dating an asexual woman I figured dating someone with a high sex drive would be a good thing, and we had lots in common and were really attracted to one another. Gradually however, her sex drive waned and when questioned she honestly told me that she doesn't crave sex much anymore and doesn't enjoy doing anything for me (which rarely happened anyway). Because of this, if on a rare occasion she tries to do stuff for me I feel guilty and uncomfortable and can't enjoy it, and whenever we have sex I've completely stopped enjoying it unless I close my eyes and take myself out of it. I tried talking to my partner about this but she said it made her feel like she would have to be performative for me which I clarified I didn't want either. She then told me to go and sleep with other people, but I don't feel comfortable while doing it in a relationship. As a result she tries to force very uncomfortable sex between us that must adhere to lots of rules, and the last instance resulted in me being injured (due to position/duration) to the degree that three weeks later I'm still in lots of pain.
For extra context I don't consume porn or anything like that and am generally pretty sex positive. She has also (consensually) slept with a couple of other guys during our run together (when she said she didn't enjoy doing things for me) but doesn't want anyone else either. She's gone completely off sex.
I'd like to make something work as I love this woman and she's my best friend after 4 years. I want to keep her in my life. I have decided however that marriage or a serious relationship feels like the wrong move for us now or any time and I would rather we have something more casual as this closeness without the intimacy makes me lonely but...she doesn't have many people to lean on and in the past has freaked right out at the idea of us not getting married. She has outright said that sex shouldn't be a reason to end a relationship as I've been in sexless relationships before (with an asexual woman, which I found difficult and ended). Despite wanting to keep this woman in my life, I want to have something else out of life now as I've really worked to make this relationship fun but I don't feel like I can skip over my own sexual satisfaction in life.
To clarify, I proposed a year ago when sex was still happening.
There's a lot more I could unpack here but this is the main chunk of the issue. So I ask you reddit, would I be the asshole for calling off the wedding?

Not that I have any right to demand or ask anything of this story, as it continues to steamroll over me, my feelings, and my sleep schedule. All I can do is hope that these events happen. I’m a little less than half-way through the book. So some of these things have already happened. Did anyone else have one of these? Or for another series that they’ve read over the years?
Before the end of KoA I am dying to see the following happen:
-Cairn dies a painful death ✅
-Yrene gets to see and thank Aelin again ✅
-The Cadre end up killing Maeve, not Aelin
-Yrene/Hafiza heal Elide’s leg
-Fleetfoot moves into the castle in Terrasen
-Manon’s grandmother dies a painful death
-Someone serve Aedion his asshole sandwhich ✅ (Thanks for that Lysandra, never crawl for a man 😤)
-Someone stabs Darrow in the eye
-Emrys moves to Terrasen and is head cook for them.
-Aelin (or someone in her court) calls herself/her Fire Breathing Bitch Queen but with adoration this one last time
-Dorian and Manon become partners not just lovers (almost there enough to give a check but I’ll wait)
-Aelin and Rowan are crowned Queen and Consort, but it isn’t the epilogue, if there is one, where the story ends right after.
Edit: for odd formatting, had to space it out.

TLDR: Boyfriend 27M self sabotaged relationship after honeymoon phase ended
I (31F) was dumped by my (27M) boyfriend because he “lost feelings.” Seems like he checked out months ago. It was my first healthy relationship, we were friends, laughed, and had a lot of fun together. I thought we communicated well. We lived together, spent the last two holidays with his family, and would have celebrated two years together in two weeks. He told me when this happened and we went to two couples therapy sessions together before he dumped me. Said he didn’t feel as strongly as before and was having anxiety about if we got married and divorced later (like his parents did).
I’m having a hard time moving forward because I still love him. I think he self sabotaged our relationship and was sobbing uncontrollably when he moved out and took all the photos of us. He seems so insanely confused. He told me he feels like he’s making the biggest mistake of his life with tears in his eyes. He told me I was an amazing girlfriend and this had nothing to do with me.
It hurts like hell, I thought this was my forever partner. We talked about marriage and kids. Do these types of people normally come back when they realize they made a mistake or is it best I just move on? Any input is appreciated.
I’ve joined a CrossFit gym where I go 3x a week and do daily journaling. I’m still really tearful and struggling. I’m really trying to get on the other side of this. Thank you for reading.

My gf (24F) broke up with me (25M)a few days ago and I’ve been crying my eyes out. We still talk on the phone but not for long and she doesn’t say I love you back. She hasn’t told anyone we broke up. I know she needs space and she hasn’t said to stop contacting her. I can feel her love, she still loves me but doesn’t have the heart to completely stop all communications.
I know I’m not the best bf I can’t remember things but I also know I’m not the worst, I listen to her, spend so much time with her(i genuinely want to), support her, push her, hold her, feed her and just be present. My memory is not good I have to write down my passwords for anything on my phone(that’s how bad it is) and I write a lot but may have forgotten a few things in the conversation that lead to our break up. With all that I still do very much believe this can work, we communicate so well and we have the drive but sometimes we need a separation for a bit. Some little alone time may be good but too much of it and ppl just get comfortable with it.
She brought so much colour in my life and I will not lose someone who I know is really one of a kind. I have been giving her some space and allow her to be alone. But I think showing her how much im willing to fight for us also makes someone feel that love comfort her about us and our future.
I just need ideas on how to win her back, sending messages every now and then saying “how much I think of her, have a good day, eat something” sounds pretty lazy for me after all I would give her the world. I don’t have much time i have to leave for work for a few weeks and I’m worried that may be too late. I need ideas something to do, something to show how much I love her. Please help I can’t do this.

I am helping my uncle out, as his house has fallen into a bit of a sorry state and while he likes starting projects, he’s less keen on finishing them. He is also notoriously tight, and any necessary repairs will likely have been done as cheaply as possible (if at all). There are a few things concerning me, that I was hoping to get some opinions on. Unfortunately, he’s not particularly forthcoming on when/how long these things have been an issue for. I’m not sure if these are separate/interconnected or all caused by the same underlying issue.
Firstly, quite a few of the bricks have blown, mainly on the external side wall particularly around the chimneys (I’m not sure how long this has been an issue). I imagine painting the bricks was an attempt to solve/literally paint over the issue and knowing him has probably made it worse.
Also, there are quite a few cracks up the external side wall, particularly on the chimneys, and also on the adjoining rear wall above what used to be a door, but which was at some point replaced with a rather interesting looking window with a wooden bit below (calling it wooden may be kind here – it looks and feels more like some sort of board, and not something that would offer much support to the wall above) it also looks like it has a wood lintel. There is also some cracking of the plaster inside the first-floor room on the reaside corner, particularly above the windows and where the chimney joins the wall. One crack seems to go all the way through as there’s a crack on both the outside and inside in a very similar place (above the side window) but the others don’t immediately appear to go through.
There is also visible damp below both window ledges on the inside in this room, so maybe the sills are angled incorrectly or they’re cracked, or the window itself isn’t actually waterproof, again I’m not sure if that could be causing/related to the other issues.
Finally, I am hoping I am just overworrying/my eyes are playing tricks on me, but the external side wall does appear to bow very slightly outwards in the middle (smoothly with the maximum bowing at around the first floor level). If it is, it is only doing so slightly, and I may well be imagining this issue.
I realise he realistically needs a structural engineesurveyor to take a look but was hoping to get a rough idea of what could be causing the issues and what the possible resolutions might be to encourage him to get some professional advice. I am hoping it is mainly damp in the chimneys/windows that is hopefully resolvable, rather than subsidence, the chimneys falling over, or damp that has been there so long it has entirely compromised the wall, but I don’t really have a clue. The neighbours are really lovely and I’m rather keen to ensure that they don’t have my uncles wall enter their living room.
Pictures: Left Chimney (1,2) Right Chimney (3,4) Side Wall (5) 1st Floor Inside of Side Wall (6) Rear Wall (7,8,9) 1st Floor Inside of Rear Wall (10)

I'm establishing medical care in a new community, which is really annoying and difficult on its own.
I was pretty sure I had a heart attack last fall (looking back, it was stupid to ignore myself). I felt off all day, I kept getting heartburn, and my left jaw was tightening in waves from my chest up, my hands were tingling, and I had the sense of impending doom. I didn't go to the hospital because I didn't want to be "dramatic."
So I go to my new doctor three weeks ago (finally have insurance!) and told her about it. First question she had was "don't take this the wrong way, but do you feel like you have some medical anxiety?"
I told her no, I feel like I'm a type 1 diabetic with a family history of heart attacks. She does an ekg and her demeanor totally changes. Yes, I had a heart attack.
She orders labs. I go back in two weeks and she says the labs are fine, cholesterol is fine, so it was probably just stress and I should see a therapist.
Fucking thanks. I'm sure therapy will fix my heart.
Obviously I'm changing doctors, but of course now she's put in my chart that I have stress and potentially medical anxiety. So that's nice.
Oh and also she's not filling my script for tubing for my insulin pump until I meet a diabetic educator (if you're diabetic I'm sure your eyes just rolled out of your face) and hear all about the pump they usually work with.
Bitch, I do not fucking care which one you work with. I know which one works with me.
Fuck I hate being a woman. I feel like if a man said he'd had a heart attack he would not be asked about anxiety. If a man said he needed more tubing they'd fill the damn script.

my cay got put down earlier today, and i cant get the image out of my head. i know its only a couple hours into the grieving process, but my mind keeps replaying the moment he died and went limp. i was expecting it to be longer but no, 5 seconds later and he crossed the rainbow bridge, my heart aches thinking about it. everything happened so quick. seeing the blood drain from his nose and eyes rapidly dilate💔 i genuinely cannot get that scene out of my mind, he was probably so confused. honestly im not one to throw this word around in a genuine way, but it was traumatic. the speed at which it happened has shaken me up. rip my baby
any tips for the grieving process?? and does anyone else feel this way☹️☹️

(This is my first time posting something on Reddit btw, so yeah)
I just wanted to share a weird dream experience I had that I've never had before.
I remember standing on a little grassy area next to a tunnel that ran under a big bridge. A big metal character that looked like a character from the Halo game came stomping out from the tunnel and walked towards me. It had a black metal suit and orange glowing eyes. I then realized it was holding a bazooka over it's right shoulder. All of a sudden a person appears next to me and reached out, trying to stop this metal character from shooting it. This person is a blurred shadow to me, don't know what they look like. Time goes by slowly as this persons' hands collided with the bazooka and pushed it up.
All of a sudden I remember the dream scene changed. And I was hearing a sudden ticking sound getting quicker and quicker. The person and the metal character were gone, and I was just looking at the tunnel the metal character came out of. I remember I covered my ears more and more tight with each second as the ticking became quicker and quicker and louder and louder. I felt the feeling of just waiting for what was about to happen while I was sat down and I contorted my body in a way where I was covering my face with my knee even though it wouldn't do anything. Then instead of hearing the boom come after the ticking, and instead of waking up JUST as I was dying like I normally did- I didn't actually hear a boom or an explosion, and I wasn't awake. I was actually experiencing the rest of what I normally don't. I remember it all became silent as I had my eyes closed and I layed in a pitch black abyss, I could see my body and the abyss as if my eyes were open but I knew my eyes were closed. I felt myself laying on my side in a bed I knew wasn't there. My whole body immediately started tingling and shaking, like that feeling you get when your whole body shakes from a very exciting experience you are getting excited for, while it gives that hefty insides out feeling. And it felt like all the tingling was pushing into my skin and then giving a warm and cold sensation. And I could feel my chest becoming light as I was having more and more trouble breathing, I tried to take a deep breath but it was hard to do, all airy and light and my heart beat felt weak. I started to spin in place while laying in that moment. And then I stopped spinning and I opened my mouth to say, "Mom." My voice was hoarse, and it sounded like how it does when you lose it but still try to speak. I repeated, "Mom.. " and then I remember she appeared next to me and cut me off saying, "33." and then I remember telling her I loved her before I woke up crying.
It was a really freakily uncomfortable and scary dream lol

I just keep replaying the whole thing in my head and everyone else’s reactions and I still don’t know if I did the right thing. Did I do too much? Not enough? I’m hoping maybe some parents in here that work in healthcare can give me an unbiased answer.
So daughter is 4 (turning 5 in June). She was diagnosed at birth with septo optic dysplasia and optic nerve hypoplasia. Long story short, she has very low vision and developmental and verbal delays. She is otherwise healthy as a horse, active, very strong, followed by specialists at a children’s hospital nearby, gets therapy through school, all that good stuff. We’ve never had issues with allergies, she’s been stung by a wasp (barely phased her), eats peanut butter, has had cooked egg and stuff made with egg and no issues. So this was alarming to say the least.
We live out in the country and have chickens so there’s no shortage of eggs that are laid out around my kitchen on a daily basis (obviously not anymore). About a month ago she grabbed one off the counter, broke it, and got egg all over her arms and hands and some on her face. I didn’t think much of it, it had happened before plenty of times. I cleaned her up, wiped up the floor and went on making dinner. She went and played in her room and when she walked back out I noticed she had little bumps popping up on her face and arms where the egg got on her. She didn’t seem bothered at all, I put some hydrocortisone cream on her, gave her a dose of Claritin just to be safe and it was cleared up in less than 10 minutes. I mentioned it to one of her teachers the next day at school and asked if they had ever noticed anything when they would have eggs for breakfast and they said no and told me they’d keep an eye out. And that was it. I didn’t think too much about it after that.
Fast forward to yesterday. Same scenario, I’m about to make lunch and she manages to grab an egg that I was sure was out of her reach, she dropped it, I immediately went over and checked her. It wasn’t even that much that got on her that I could tell. I got everything cleaned up and not even 5 minutes later her entire face is swollen, eyes swollen shut, bumps all over her legs and face. I am internally panicking at this point because it was so sudden and not something I ever expected to deal with. Plus we’re home alone and the nearest ER is at least 30 minutes away. There is a local clinic less than 5 minutes from our house so I called them, explained what was going on. Her face was swollen but she was still in good spirits, breathing fine, didn’t seem to be in distress. They told me to go ahead and bring her in. I just assumed the quicker I could get her to medical professionals, the better. I did consider calling for an ambulance but we’re in a rural area with one ambulance to service the entire county and I knew I could get her to the clinic faster than the ambulance could get to me. We get to the clinic, I’m filling out paperwork, nobody at the front really seems phased, they see her face but not really acting like it’s urgent. Nurse takes us back, gets her weight and height, gets history from me. She tried to get Daughter’s vitals but she has never tolerated any of that since infancy. Blood pressure cuffs send her into a full meltdown, she won’t keep a pulse ox on her finger. I always feel so bad for healthcare workers having to deal with her because as sweet as she is, she is EXTREMELY difficult at doctor visits. I can tell the nurse is getting frustrated with us. So then the NP comes in and looks at her and asks me, “So is there a reason why you didn’t just go to the ER?” My heart dropped and I tried to stay calm and told her I came here because it was a lot closer and I did call first and explain the situation and they said it was fine to come in. She then proceeded to tell me that they weren’t really equipped to handle anything like this and I should have just gone to the ER. I guess that was my first dumb mistake, assuming that a clinic with a full pharmacy attached could handle an allergic reaction. I just figured they’d give her a shot of Benadryl and we’d be good. But apparently not.
Other than the swelling and hives, Daughter wasn’t showing any other symptoms. The NP listened to her chest, said everything sounded good but she still wanted her to be monitored in case something happened and we’d be best off taking the ambulance to the ER. They gave her a dose of oral Benadryl and called the ambulance for us. Thirty minutes later the ambulance gets there, and we head to the ER. They were very kind and understanding, Daughter was actually having a good time riding in the ambulance, laughing and singing. She wouldn’t let them hook up any monitoring equipment still but they kept a close eye on her. I start feeling a little bad at this point because she’s still not in any distress and other than the severe facial swelling, seems totally fine, so I started feeling guilty for wasting local resources and peoples time.
We get to the ER and they get us to a bed and one of the nurses comes over and I can just tell right off the bat that she doesn’t even want us there. She was very short with us and kept talking at my daughter telling her that she’d have to leave if she didn’t act right. I kept mentioning that she was low vision and had verbal delays but I don’t know if she was listening. I was beyond stressed at this point and so was Daughter and she was admittedly being difficult yet again and not keeping the pulse ox on her finger. I just mentioned to the nurse that we have to go to the children’s hospital a lot and they’ve only ever managed to get her vitals once when she was sedated for an MRI. I guess at the time I was just trying to acknowledge that yes my kid is difficult and let the nurse know please don’t feel bad because she’s like this with everybody. I wasn’t trying to tell her how to do her job. She glared at me and snapped “I am NOT sedating your child just to get her vitals!” and stormed back over to the nurses station across from our bed and repeated the same thing loudly, “I am NOT sedating someone to get their vitals that’s just RIDICULOUS!!”
I’m trying not to break down and cry at this point. I feel like I should just apologize to everyone for wasting their time and leave. Like I’m that dumbass that went to the ER for no reason and took up space that a real emergency could have used. A different nurse came over and was very sweet. She used a different monitor that taped to her toe and we were able to get a quick reading just to verify that her stats were good. The doctor came in and listened to her heart and checked her out for any other symptoms. Said she seemed stable but he wanted to watch her for a couple of hours to make sure the Benadryl was working and she continued to improve. So after we hung out for an hour and watched PBS kids, her hives went away and her face cleared up and her eyes opened back up. The doctor came in and cleared her, pharmacy tech came in and brought us her Epipen prescription and gave us instructions on what to do next time (Benadryl, blue to sky, orange to thigh, straight to ER). Paid $300 and went home.
Daughter is perfectly fine. I however am not. I barely slept last night between getting up to check on her and replaying the whole scenario in my head. Part of me feels like I didn’t do enough and the other part feels like I overreacted and wasted peoples time. I apologize for this being so long. It’s just all been so heavy on my mind and I needed to get it out and get another perspective on the whole situation. Much thanks to anyone that managed to read all of this.

I just started Lexapro 5 days ago. Today will be my 6th dose. I have DPDR, extreme anxiety, and panic disorder. I have never been on meds before. I have medication based anxiety as well because I fear feeling like I'm drugged.
I have had some normal symptoms since I started on the Lexapro. I started out with a pretty bad constant headache, but I've had headaches/migraines my whole life. I have had extreme nausea, but that seemed normal for the medication. I would get sleepy after I took the medication, and would wake up with like the shakes. I wasn't sleeping through the night either. I figured all of this is normal and a lot of the side effects have even started to fade away.
However, I did have random times when my eyes couldn't focus and my vision would get blurry. I also figured this was normal, and it went away pretty quickly so I didn't think anything of it. However, since last night it has become constant. It's like my eyes just cannot focus. Like when you can do that thing where you make your eyes zone out and go blurry, but it's constant. I'm fighting it. It is making my anxiety go haywire. I also feel like I'm on drugs suddenly, starting yesterday. I feel like I'm floating, like nothing is real. I had a major panic attack last night.
My dr says to deal with the vision thing and it might go away in a few weeks. But like I can barely drive or do my job and it's causing worse anxiety. What should I do? Has anyone else experienced this?