Adderal in urine screen

I just graduated college and have had this offer lined up since February. They required a drug screening which I wasn’t worried about, since I don’t do drugs. I took it last Thursday and apparently it was dilute? They haven’t said it was dilute positive and are not giving me another test yet are rescinding my offer, claiming it’s company policy. The only other option I was given was to give a medical reason as to why it was dilute so I got blood and urine tests done, but came up clean and they couldn’t find a reason other than I drink too much water. Everywhere I’ve seen online companies don’t take dilute-negative as “tampered.” I’m $2000 in the hole from trying to move to this city in North Carolina with the job, and it’s likely I won’t be able to find a new job just from looking at job postings. I’m not sure what to do and am freaking out. Thanks for any help y’all can give!

Throwaway account for obvious reasons. My partner and I are looking at starting IVF procedures with Aspire. He smokes 🌱🌿 occasionally and I wanted to try and find out what they are going to say to him during the blood, urine, screening. I've gone in for my initial tests and appointment. I'm currently not smoking. Please no judgment. Just factual information. Thanks.

I’m begging, as I can already see it happening in other threads I’ve tried to post this too; to not do what my doctor is doing to me and just say “sounds like you have the sad or the worried” I’ve been suffering for years and this isn’t funny, I’ve been on antidepressants and anti anxiety medication, along with sleep medication because I go days at a time unable to rest, I have a range of symptoms ranging from severe abdominal pain, pain in my bladder while urinating, vomiting, dizziness and fainting, my fingers are physically cold to the touch to the extent they hurt they change color often. Aches and pains all throughout my body, severe lethargy, unable to breathe through my nose due to swelling that is nearly omnipresent.
I’ve had screenings for almost everything, kidneys, thyroid, liver, stool samples, urine, etc, at this point my doctor has chalked it up to being part of my mental health.
However, my mother and I are celebrating Mother’s Day late, I’m not a drinker, but I bought her some wine she loves.
After sitting down and having a single drink, no more than 6oz, almost all my symptoms are completely gone… I don’t know what’s wrong with me, and have no plan to drink as treatment, but I was hoping someone would have an idea so I can get through this without suffering every day.
As additional context I drink incredibly rarely, I’ve been suffering with these more severe symptoms for 2 years now, but I’ve had issues with nausea, fainting, headaches and body pain since I was a child. this is my first drink during those two years time while symptoms have advanced.
At 6ft and 160 lbs and no prior drinking, I imagine my tolerance is fairly low but I don’t feel any of the buzzy or intoxicated feelings… in fact I feel the most mentally clear I have in months, my mother even noting after I caught multiple things falling that my reaction time was better, she told me I even looked like my balance was better.
Both her and I have been sitting here completely in awe at the concept that a glass of wine has made me fully functional with no impairment.

Do you remember Microsoft 3D Movie Maker? A free demo of it came with Windows 95. If you really liked it, you could buy the full version on CD-ROM. Basically, you could make your own 3D movies using preset actors, props, and scenes. You could even add your own dialogue & sound effects using the computer's mic. It was such a hit that it developed its own cult fanbase.
A little-known fact is that if you go to the intro page of the talent book and type in “socrates,” you'll find a live-action featurette on the making of 3D Movie Maker, originally known as “Project Socrates" to the developers. It's a pretty fun watch, and I highly recommend it!
What I do not recommend, however, is “Project Caligula.”
I am (very begrudgingly) going to explain the process by which you can access Project Caligula. To start, you must make a movie, choosing Misty City as the scene, and the small café as the camera angle. As a prop, select the sphere, color it red, flatten it all the way, and put it under the left most table. As actors, select S'kelly and Augustin. Change Augustin's outfit to the tuxedo and put him in front of the café door, between the tables. Place S'kelly horizontally at his feet. You can do this using the adjustment tools in the part of the toolbar that is initially covered up.
Next, change the music to “Geist Evil Theme.” Select the Sound effect “Laugh Maniac" and place it on Augustin. Finally, make his action “At Rest" and have him stay like that for EXACTLY 17 frames.
Conclude by clicking “New Movie.” A prompt will ask you if you want to save your movie. Do so and save it as “caligula” (all lower case, no quotes). When the screen comes up, go to “Open Movie" and select caligula. Unlike other movies, whose preview pics are the first frame of the film, the screenshot will be a 3D graphic of the phrase “Welcome To Hell" in the font Bloody (which is not available in the original edition of the game) in front of a black background.
When you open the movie, instead of the preview pic, you will see a blood red background. Again, this is the first of many things you'll see that are not presets of the game. Clicking play will play 21 frames of the screen with an off-key version of Lacrimosa by Mozart playing on piano in the background. The screen will then spiral wipe to the actor Bongo in front of the black background for 13 frames. Then, his skin appears to melt off quite graphically, followed by subsequent layers of muscle, tissue and even organs, until it reaches the skeleton. This skeleton, unlike the default S'kelly, looks eerily... well…
…like it belongs to Bongo.
The shape, lines, and even proportions, are fitted to Bongo's unique build. The music gradually fades, replaced with a crescendo of tortured screams. The skeleton then opens its mouth and says one of the preset lines:
“Those bullies won't bother me now!”
While this IS a line attributed to Bongo, the line is distorted to sound deep and very demonic.
The final thing you see is a text in front of one of the basic backgrounds from the Nickelodeon edition of 3D Movie Maker. The front is hard to read, not only because the color almost completely blends in with the background, but also because it's in a strange font. When translated, it reads:
“Let all those who see this film beware! For whosoever seeks to make it their own shall suffer a fate worse than death.”
I had heard about a member of the 3DMM community who did try to modify the movie, so I found out where he lived to ask him about it. When I got there, the lawn looked like it hadn't been mowed for days, and there was several days worth of mail & papers present. I knocked on the door, but no one answered.
I looked in a nearby window and saw that most of the house was covered in blood, urine, feces, and various entrails. I opened the door only to have the severed torso of the person I was seeking fall towards me. His skin was gone, as were his legs & hips, he was covered in blood, and I thought he was dead.
Until he grabbed my ankle and gasped:
“Why… why won't he let me die?”
“Who,” I asked.
“E… Edgar…”
I called 911 immediately. The doctors made a startling discovery when they examined him: A piece of his brain was missing. According to some psychologists, this part of the brain…
…alerts the body when it dies.
As to the identity of Edgar, according to my research, he was apparently a programmer for Microsoft working on Project Socrates. He was fired for making horrifically graphic movies and later committed suicide. His suicide note read:
“You'll regret this."
I know I did...

Hello, all. I'm new-ish to the area, and I am in the midst of getting things in order for a surgery I need. My surgeon referred me to Borg & Ide for an MRI. Their billing department seems incompetent, but my real question is if anyone has noticed them billing for services not rendered.
Last night, I was opening mail and got a bill from Navis Clinical Laboratories for a deductible for a urine drug screening from the day of my MRI. Borg & Ide did not do any urine screenings on me. Furthermore, I contacted them and the representative stated they don't do any laboratory tests - blood or urine. So like...what the heck?
Has anyone else experienced anything like this? I've doubled checked all my records to ensure I'm not misremembering anything and this test never happened, nor did I have any other appointments that day. I went from Borg & Ide, to work, to home.
I suspect this is a fraudulent claim. Would love to know if anyone else has had any issues.
Thanks!

It was exactly two weeks ago when my slight concerns evolved into genuine fear. I remember restlessly lying in bed, whimpering and crying, contemplating whom to blame for my senseless suffering. Despite the fact that it was my fourth consecutive night spent completely awake, I refused to fall asleep. Despite the fact that my body was literally breaking apart, I refused to fall asleep. Despite my itching eyes, despite my pulsing headache, despite my burning muscles, I refused to fall asleep.
The world seemed so incredibly cruel. I begged and pleaded, but nobody answered my calls. I felt like one of those spoiled kids in the supermarket, rolling around on the dirty floor. Only for me, there was no exhausted mother who would sooner or later cave in. My mother was destiny or God or whoever else chose to ignore my prayers.
I crashed back into my mattress, slowly descending into this trancelike state of consciousness, not quite awake but light-years away from actually drifting off. Until the sun let out its heinous laugh and reminded me that there was more pain to bear.
The next day was even worse. My vision was hazy. Points of light constantly lit up and disappeared again. The continuous sound of rustling leaves accompanied the noise of blabbering coworkers and concerned friends. Time flew by but remained still. Memories escaped my grasp like salmon in a roaming river. I was starving, dying, unable to reach for the food that sat right in front of my gaping maw.
Just let me sleep.
Day turned into night. And just like before, my soul refused to rest. I was at my wit's end. I felt death looming in the shadows and would have given everything to make the world come to an infinite halt. In a last desperate attempt, I decided to take drastic measures. If my body was unwilling to listen to me, I would force it to.
I took about eighty milligrams of doxepin and passed out shortly after.
The first things I noticed upon waking up were a raging headache and the cold air brushing against my skin. Still feeling drowsy and disoriented, I aimlessly walked through the unknown street I somehow woke up on. The millions of unanswered questions in my head slowly freed me from the pill's remaining chains. I distinctly remembered falling asleep on my couch. Yet, I ended up stumbling around a part of town that was more than ten miles away from my apartment.
During these moments of pure shame and confusion, the picturesque scenery in front of my eyes felt like utter hell. The fact that I apparently had no control over my body's actions struck me to my core. In a time where I believed to have peacefully slumbered off, I instead chose... chose to... chose to do... what exactly?
While waiting for the subway, a thought, as sharp as the blade of a guillotine, hovered over my head.
I could have killed someone today. I wouldn't even know.
When I came back, the sight that revealed itself upon opening the door seemed to confirm all of my darkest premonitions. Multiple vases and bowls lay shattered on the ground. My shelves and drawers were left opened and unorganized, cutlery and plates carelessly thrown onto the floor. Nothing stood where it once was placed. It looked like a tornado stormed through my home while I was gone. But a tiny part of me, carefully hidden away from logic and rationality, knew the real cause of the havoc.
It was me. I did that.
I frantically paced around my apartment, frightened of phenomena I couldn't comprehend. And again, this tiny but persistent whisper sounded:
I could have killed someone today. I wouldn't even know.
The second time I knocked myself out, I only really did it to soothe my paranoia-infested mind. I needed safety and control. I needed to know the extent of my damage. I needed to understand the being that mysteriously managed to hide from my memories.
I set up various video recordings and took my pills. In my last waking moments, I remember the sweat dripping down my hands and this deep sense of unease creeping up my spine. It was already too late.
As the view of my dirty gray carpet greeted me in the morning, a huge wave of relief washed over me. It was as if the sun learned to shine again, instantly covering my past incident in a different light. I didn't hurt people. I didn't kill people. I simply walked out of the house and somehow forgot about it.
I took a deep breath, believing at least one of my worries to have disappeared. When a stinging pain in my knuckles fired through my body and decimated my newfound hope. I let out a small wince of pain. Still feeling the high of my easement, I at first just stared at my bruised-up fingers as if they were mere hallucinations. Rows of sausages, maybe. Sausages, covered in blood.
This has to be a dream.
It was only after five or so motionless seconds had passed that the horror dared to truly sneak up on me. The weight of my realization hit me like a sledgehammer. I rushed towards my phone, my shaking fingers desperately searching for the recorded video, unable to look away from the mess that unfolded in front of me.
The recording started as soon as the tablets rolled down my throat. A worrisome expression remained on my face as I lay on the couch and drifted into sleep. Soon after that, a satisfied snore escaped my speakers. My initial angst transformed into a feeling of slight discomfort while I watched my own peaceful slumber. Almost bored, I half-heartedly followed the next uneventful twenty minutes.
Then, everything started changing all at once. Suddenly, the man... no, the thing in the video shot to its feet, stretching and wandering across the room. Trying to adjust to a life of thirty-three vertebrae and four extremities, the muscles in its suit of meat seemed tense and stuck in place. As it turned my home upside down, every single grunt, shake, and blink appeared unnatural and tiresome. Its gait eerily similar to a marionette's. My clone rummaged through the cupboard without any sort of fluency. If it moved, it moved rapidly. And if it didn't, it stopped for long periods of time, completely frozen and paralyzed. Its arms, tight like the branches of a tree, smashed up my fine china. A horrifying scream that sounded like a mix between the buzzing of bees and the bang of a nuclear explosion filled the narrow halls of my home.
"It looks like a spider trapped in a human body," I thought.
I was scared. Maybe more so than I ever had been before.
At 2:30 am, the individual that was supposedly me decided to slowly stride towards the door. To the quiet observer, it would appear as if I was trying to find my way across an active minefield. I chose to lift my legs high up into the air and put the entirety of my weight on my descending foot, flailing my arms around to keep my balance. The simple act of walking required meticulous concentration. Multiple times I fell flat on my face while attempting to take a step forward. It would have almost been funny if it weren't so tragically horrifying.
After a concerning amount of time, the humanoid printer on my screen reached its destination. When its hands grasped the key rack, it appeared unable to find what it was looking for.
Thank God, I remembered to hide my valuables.
The entity appeared confused, violently shaking the handle and pressing its body against the wooden barrier that separated it from the rest of the world. It needed to get out. No matter the cost. After thirty minutes of unsuccessful grunting and pushing, it decided to ball its hands up into fists and continuously punched at the door. There was no grace or technique in its strikes. Only raw unfiltered anger.
Fear turned into panic, while I quickly skipped through the rest of the video. It was just hour-long footage of myself banging at the gate. Never stopping. No matter the cost. At around 4 am, blood started splattering onto the walls. But I didn't stop. At around 6 am, splinters stuck to my fingers like porcupine quills, every strike further sinking them into my flesh. But I didn't stop. The constant rhythmic thump of my fists became an inevitable part of my life. But I didn't stop.
I could have killed someone. I wouldn't even know.
I couldn't bear to watch anymore. My hands still shaking, I closed the recording and looked up at the ceiling. The sound of joints crashing into timber echoed through my mind like vicious thunderbolts.
I don't know how long I remained in this trance, staring blankly into the air while anxiously trying to find fragments of the night inside my memories, when I finally stood up and went to the bathroom.
I have to see my face.
Upon inspecting my reflection, I felt the unexplainable need to vomit. The man in the mirror looked... strange, uncanny, almost AI-generated. I felt repulsed and sick. But what exactly was the problem? What about my eyes, nose, or ears was hideous enough to cause my legs to give out? I couldn't put it into words. Everything about me was wrong, and yet nothing was.
I immediately threw any and all of my pills away and vowed to never touch them again. I tried to distract myself from the inevitable fact that a deep and raw kind of terror persistently lingered in the air. Instead of facing the monster housed deep inside my pupils, I chose to bear the familiar agony of sleeplessness.
I thought that I could handle it. I thought the pains of insomnia would disappear over time. But they never truly did. These scattered days of slumber were enough to make me forget the horrors of fatigue. The raw reality of its effects hit me like a wrecking ball. I realized how puny pain becomes in mere memory and how humongous it appears when towering over you.
After three or four days, I thought I was gradually withering away. I longed for nothing more than the momentary liberation of sleep. Parts of my feeble soul constantly screamed and hammered at the walls of my abdomen.
All of this pain. All of this suffering. It could end. You just need to take your pills.
You just need to take your pills.
Every continuous day without rest made my problems appear smaller and smaller. Last night, while unbelievably sleep-deprived, they shrunk to the size of brittle snowflakes.
It was nothing but a bruised hand after all.
The third time felt decidedly different. I was slipping through different levels of consciousness, small shards and sequences of my dream appearing in front of my eyes like an infinite slideshow. In one of them, I was a vase, falling from the surface of the moon, gradually accelerating until becoming a glowing meteor of light. Inches before crashing into the surface, I was suddenly pulled back into reality.
Just for a second, the world seemed so painfully close to me. I sensed the blood dripping down my arm, the police sirens blaring in the distance, the sharp sting of urine shooting into my nostrils. And then there was this incoherent blend of colors around me. That's when I realized that I woke up while my head was in the middle of crashing towards the glass window, unable to stop the already created momentum. I would only be alert for the duration of a heartbeat, before my mind had to turn blank again. Knowing that the being inside of me would soon regain control, I tried to absorb everything in my immediate vicinity. The sign of the shop, only a blur in the corner of my eyes, forever burned itself into my memories.
"Ela's bakery."
The next time I regained authority over my body, just for the briefest of seconds, I thought I had landed in heaven. The street was bathed in a beautiful orange hue. The trees surrounding me shook their shiny green leaves around, and the subtle sound of chirping songbirds could be heard in the distance.
Then I dared to look up, and my blissful peace transformed into the soul-shattering realization that death was near. A boulder, about the size of a basketball, was inches away from crashing into my skull. My body moved on its own, leaping to the side and landing on the grassy field next to me. Moments after I jumped, the sharp hissing sound of the wind grazed my ears as the enormous rock crashed onto the ground. Unable to move, a scream escaped the deepest parts of my soul. I had enough. I couldn't continue any longer. Tears of frustration and relief simultaneously streamed down my face. After some time, they fused with the raw sensation of anger.
This thing tried to kill me.
When my eyes felt too tired to cry any longer and my vocal cords were hot and rigid, I stood up and examined my environment. My mind had only a few moments to adjust to the overwhelming nature of reality. As if the world had been anxiously waiting for my return, the waves of stimuli around me were immediately fighting for my attention.
I am outside again. I am alone. I almost died. My head feels like someone stuck a stake through it. There is an unbearable sour smell in the air. I almost died. My hands are streaked in dried-up blood. I almost died. My clothes are covered in dirt and grime. There is a corpse next to me.
There is a corpse next to me.
Anxiously trying to get my breath under control, I inspected the one thing my mind could focus on.
John Smith
01.01.1920 - 01.01.2020
I woke up in a local cemetery. Piles of dirt gathered besides an inconspicuous headstone. A casket, probably never thought to be opened again, lay before me like one half of a cracked eggshell. It presumably belonged to John Smith.
Even for a dead man, he looked incredibly thin and sick. A stature so small that he almost appeared childlike. Arms crossed. Face stuck in a constant frown. Hair and nails unnaturally long and discolored.
Inspecting his wrinkled face sent shivers down my spine. It felt like I was looking at something that merely pretended to be human.
I knew that this was my wrongdoing. This wasn't the anxiety speaking out of me anymore. It was obvious that whatever controlled my body chose to come here and used his bare hands to find this man. And before I could take over the reins, it heaved a boulder above its head and let go.
Not daring to stay there for even a single additional second, I dashed out of the cemetery and rushed back home. I had to find it, my one moment of clarity.
"Ela's bakery."
Faces, colors, worlds were passing by me like shadowy figures and shapes. The masses of people around me probably thought I was insane. Dirty and confused, the kind of man I would have scoffed at not too long ago.
When I recognized the shop's pink doors and gleaming welcome sign, I almost crashed into the teenage cashier standing in front of the fractured window.
"Hey," I shouted. "Please let me look at your security footage." I pointed at the tiny camera watching over the shop's entrance.
Not saying a word, he nervously looked me up and down.
"Uhh...are you...okay? You don't look too well." He answered with a touch of genuine concern.
My attention shifted towards the dark reflection on the window. Yes, I truly didn't look too well. A huge purple bruise stuck out of my forehead. My skin was covered in a million tiny cuts and scrapes. The delicate lines running like spiderwebs across the glass surface fractured my face into a million tiny pieces. The word "damage" was practically written all over me. The marker was permanent.
"Please... I'm begging you. I need to see this video."
As he led me to the computer, I once again waited for the world to show me sides of myself that never reached my consciousness. I couldn't sit still, my heart's thumping too fast for me to count. As my body finally appeared on the grainy footage, I was suddenly reminded of a thought that once sprung into my head when my mother died.
Everything changed, and life will never feel the same again.
The man in the recording had the same robotic walk and way of moving around. His long strides carried him in front of the bakery, where he waved his head in contemplation before violently smashing his face against the glass. A high-pitched explosion reverbated through the night. The faint sound of drunken screams soon followed.
I paused the video and rewound, frantically looking for the one frame that truly mattered.
Gotcha.
Just before a million transparent shards flew by my face, I saw the light fleeing back into my eyes. I recognized my panicked self for the fraction of a second until the explosive sound of the shattering window pulled me back into the ether. For a moment, it was me in that video. For a moment, the monster had to give up its power.
As if reminded of my pain, the wound on my forehead started throbbing again. It became impossible to think. I watched in horror as the man in the footage immediately got up to his feet and left the sight of the camera. The being returned to its old ways, slithering along the pavement, unfazed by the humongous swelling on its scalp.
The endless number of puzzle pieces in my head gradually assembled into a coherent image. I had found my truth.Whenever I passed out, this presence inside of me took over my body. But sooner or later, I would wake up. I would disrupt whatever it wanted to do in that grave. So hoping to remain in control forever, it tried to knock me out as soon as I awakened. It succeeded the first time. But the second time it sensed my return, it was too late, perhaps too preoccupied or simply too slow.
The desk in front of me was covered in a deep and oppressive fog. Nothing felt real because nothing was real. I was a humongous storm of questions, forced to accept the supernatural in its purest form.
"So that was you, huh?" a voice near my ear sounded.
I instantly bolted to my feet. The cashier looked at my trembling body and took a few steps back.
"Hey bro, I get it. Fuck the world. I'm not going to snitch, don't worry."
Knowing my airways have long abandoned me, I didn't say a word. I rushed out of the door and ran back home. His words spun around my head like a swarm of fireflies.
Fuck the world.
Upon reviewing the video on my phone, it confirmed what I basically already knew. As soon as I dozed off, something else awoke.When it failed to open the door, it instead decided to smash the window in my kitchen into pieces and crawled out.
I feel like all hope is lost. It is my fifth consecutive day spent awake. But sooner or later, I will be unable to resist the sweet lullabies of slumber. And what then? What will happen the next time I pass out? Will it try to make me stay unconscious forever? Will I ever wake up when I inevitably fall asleep again?

So, I've been in physiotherapy since December 2023 and I'm very happy with the results.
For a bit of background, my symptoms are mostly urinary and began in 2019. For the first ten months it was constant – a profoundly uncomfortable burning/tingling, combined with frequency and urgency. At it's very worst, I was going to the bathroom for a pee (regardless of whether I actually would or not) every 30 - 40 minutes throughout the day, which offered maybe 10 minutes of relief before the sensation would return again. Then, the same old feeling of being on the edge of pissing my pants. It was like clockwork, all day, every day. Since you're here, I assume you know the exact feeling I mean and how bad it is. After that first ten months, it became more episodic in nature. It would wane for two to three weeks, then come back with a vengeance for anywhere from one to three months. Go away for a week, come back for forty day follow-up. Etcetera. This cycle continued on for years until a couple of months ago. Suffice it to say, it really fucked up a lot of stuff in my life, making things very hard for me on pretty much every possible level. As a professional and a family man, it regularly got it the way and made me feel like I was subpar. I mean, avoiding any situation where a bathroom wasn't immediately available? Yeah – I feel like there's a lot I've missed out on, although I've always done my very best to power through it, for the sake of the people around me. But, yeah, you get the idea.
Anyways, the process of diagnosing and treating it wasn't any better. Name a test and I've had it done at least once. Bloodwork, urine cultures, STI screenings, ultrasounds, MRIs – the whole works. They never found a thing. Shit, they've even prescribed me things just as stabs in the dark to see if they'd help. They nearly never did.
And then, almost off the cuff, my urologist suggested I see a physiotherapist. It turned out to be the best decision I ever made. On my first visit, I was examined and told I have Hypertonic Pelvic Floor Disorder. Then, I was given a progressively longer and more involved series of stretches and massage techniques. Combined with bladder re-training and biofeedback, I feel like I have my life back for the first time in half a decade.
Now, I go to the bathroom and pee an average of five times a day. I still have episodes, but they're nowhere near the same in terms of length and severity. Think three months of being normal, with a week of needing to go maybe eight times a day instead of five or six. I'm even considering not taking Flomax anymore, instead opting for a short-term prescription of muscle relaxants for those now rare occasions when things get a little too spicy.
I've been told that, eventually, I won't need medication or stretches at all anymore. I'll be back to normal.
Needless to say, I'm over the moon and just wanted to say to everyone who might be feeling lost and hopeless like I once was – it gets better. Keep following your treatment and don't get discouraged. This isn't forever, although I know it can feel that way sometimes.
Don't give up.

Location: ACTRI UCSD 9452 Medical Ctr Dr, La Jolla, CA 92037
Email: [vpolk@health.ucsd.edu](mailto:vpolk@health.ucsd.edu)
Dr. Mark Wallace is conducting a research study at University of California San Diego to find out more about the safety and tolerability of a new study medication, Kindolor. We are inviting you to participate in this research study because you are a healthy volunteer. Kindolor is a new medication being developed to treat pain. This is the first time Kindolor has been given to humans.
Participation in this study will last approximately 90 days (for males) or 28 days (for females), and includes 3-4 visits to the study site. One visit will includes staying at the site for four days and three nights.
Screening visit:
· Review your medical history, physical exam and vital signs
· Questionnaires
· Urine and blood sample collection
Treatment and discharge visits:
· Administration of study medication or placebo
· ECGs, urine, stool and blood sample collections,
· Questionnaires
Follow up:
Check for side effects
The most common risks or discomforts of this study are dizziness and headaches from the blood draws and fasting, skin irritation from the ECG.
If you qualify and agree to take part in this research, we will provide you up to $2000 for your time and effort.

I have recently been diagnosed by a psychiatrist through the Fluence Clinic, and my referring doctor has received confirmation of this. I have had the testing done ECG, urine drug screen, and blood work-all of which are fine.
My referring doctor is under the impression that despite my psychiatrist outlining in the letter that she can now apply for the permit, that it is illegal for her to initially prescribe this. I pushed back during my appointment, however, she was very convinced this was the case. When I spoke to my psychiatrist when I received the diagonsis, he said I would not have to necessarily see him again, especially not to receive medication.
My referring dr is now suggesting that she refer me to a different psychiatrist to get medication.
I'm feeling very confused and frustrated at the process. Is my dr correct??

Hello:)
So I came home from work today to find a puddle of what I can only assume to be dog urine on/in my pc. Our new puppy has been a bit of a menace. But after cleaning off all components and trying to boot my computer, it would start to turn on for 2-3 seconds before shutting itself off. The motherboard LED’s light up for “CPU” for a spilt second, then lights up “DRAM” for a couple seconds as it starts to power up, and then right before it shuts itself down the “CPU” light comes back on again. Then shuts off when the computer powers down. Most of the wetness accumulated on/in the GPU, the bottom of the case, and splattered around the inside of the case. I can only presume from being kicked around by the fans.
I brought it into Microcenter to get some help, but they said they wouldn’t work on it due to the urine, fair lol, and said the whole thing is probably toast and I should probably just buy a whole new one. After talking more with one of the associates, we came to the conclusion of purchasing the new components, and working in the new parts one by one to possibly return any un-needed parts.
I’m thinking the PSU should be fine, as the components still receive power and it tries to start up when I press the power button. I have been told that if the motherboard was fried, it wouldn’t even try to start up, so I wouldn’t think it was that unless this info is wrong. I was originally under the impression that it was a problem with the GPU, as it had taken the brunt of the liquid.
When I brought the new parts home and got to work, I took almost everything apart and cleaned the case, then swapped the GPU with a new one. After a couple tries the computer booted up to my login screen. But In the next couple minutes it shut itself down, and has now gone back to starting up for a couple seconds and then shutting itself down. The GPU and CPU cooler are the only things I have replaced so far.
I’m pretty lost here, and don’t understand where the issue lies. Any information or guidance would be much appreciated. Please feel free to ask If I’ve missed anything, and I am open to any and all suggestions. Pls help

Hey everyone! We are stumped and I (38F) feel like my husband (37M) is getting the brush off and I'm hoping you all can help out. We are just looking for a direction.
Sorry in advance, it's a long post.
Background:
37 y/o caucasian male, 5'7", 138 pounds Employment: back of house pizza shop NKDA PMHx: ADHD Former smoker (5 years, vapes now) Marijuana use (via vape) Medications: Adderall 25mg daily Omeprazole 20mg daily in AM (new) Sucralfate 1gm, 4 times daily before meals and at bedtime (starting tomorrow 5/10)
December 25, 2023- We woke up for Christmas morning god awful early, because kids. Around 7:30/8am, while my husband was drinking his coffee (8-10oz cup with 4oz International Delight) when he felt that he needed to have a BM (normal for the time of day). While having the BM, he noticed a burning and pressure in the upper right quadrant. After he was done with his second or third BM (unusual for him), he came downstairs and was notably sweaty and pale. He told me at that time he didn't feel well, then disappeared upstairs in the bathroom for the remainder of gift opening. Afterwards I went to check on him and he had told me he had vomited. At this time, I thought he had a GI bug, so I gave him the "set up" and left him to it while I did Christmas with the kids. Afterwards he says that after he went upstairs, he was experiencing burning right upper quadrant pain (that was cyclical in intensity and at it's peak 8-9/10 pain) with pressure and nausea/vomiting due to the intense pain/pressure in the area (relieved by belching). He was also experiencing extreme fatigue (sleeping all day except when pain was at its peak or he was vomiting) but restless due to the pain. This persisted for 36 hours and he started on the BRAT diet, however he did get over confident and hungry and downed 3 PBJ sandwiches before bed (contrary to my protest). The next day the symptoms returned and we brought him to the ED. He left with a diagnosis of enteritis and 2 days later he was without pain and pressure, but extremely fatigued for another 2 days. During this time, no one else in the home was sick and my husband never had a fever. He was instructed to take a 14 day course of Omeprazole (in addition to his adderal). Overall the episode lasted 5-6 days Labs: (I have access to all values and will only list those out of range unless asked for more info) CMP- Bili total 1.9H Sed rate- WNL CBC- WBC 11.3H Urine- +ketones trace albumin US- Neg CT- 1. Fluid-filled nondistended small bowel loops are nonspecific but can be seen with gastroenteritis. 2. No evidence of appendicitis.
Meds tried: Mylanta and viscous lidocaine - no change Zofran- no change
Meds given at ED: Fluid Ketoralac- no change Morphine- significant change to pain, but not pressure. Sweating and paleness resolved.
March 11, 2024- My husband woke to get the kids ready after I had gone to work. He started drinking his coffee (same as above) and around 7:30/8am, he started with the same symptoms- burning cyclical right upper quadrant pain that induces nausea and vomiting, sweaty, pale, fatigued, restless due to pain and belching to relieve pressure. After dropping off our youngest, he went to the ED. EKG was negative. Labs not totally WNL, but minimally out of range in the white blood cell components. When I met him at the ED, his blood pressure was WNL and his heart rate would dip to 32 while he was awake and in pain. No imaging was done at this time and we were sent home with no answers except that he wasn't going to die (that day). On day 4, the symptoms had improved, pressure remained, and he stuck very closely to the BRAT diet (bullion broth and toast/bread). The symptoms returned, despite sticking to the BRAT diet and he returned to the ED on 3/15. The doc repeated the CT scan (which was negative), and labs (see below). He had a few suggestions, but ultimately he was discharged home. Overall the episode lasted 5-6 days *Important to note: he had not had any marijuana for about 4-6 weeks before this episode started Labs (3/11): CBC- WBC 11.7H neut#- 10.1H neut- 86%H lymph- 9.3%H CMP- bili total 1.9H Labs (3/15) CBC- WBC 11.7H neut 10.1H lymph 9.3L mono 3.8L CMP- bili total 1.9H Urine- neg
Meds tried: Omeprazole 20mg daily- no change Mylanta and viscous lidocaine- no change Zofran- no change Compazine- minimal relief
Meds tried at the ED: Fluids Mylanta and viscous lidocaine-no change (induced vomiting) Zofran- no change Ketoralc- no change Morphine- significant change to pain, but not pressure. Sweating and paleness resolved, pain remained resolved.
Shortly after, his PCP referred him to GI and they did an endoscopy. Endoscopy was negative and the GI diagnosed him with GERD. After asking questions about the diagnosis, the GI then suggested he have a cardiac work up based on the fact that he reported it as burning pain.
4/10- We went to his PCP who suggested it could be abdominal migraines and gave an abortive medications to try at the first onset of symptoms. He also referred him to cardiology for a stress test to rule it out for sure.
4/29- Symptoms returned in the same manner between 7:30/8 am, and with no coffee: burning pain and pressure in the upper right quadrant, nausea/vomiting caused by pain, belching, pale, cool, sweaty. My husband had been on the omeprazole faithfully since the last episode. I insisted he go to the ED (more freaked out by the GI's suggestion of cardiac cause), but also because his home blood pressure read 210/91 with a heart rate of 42. EKG was negative, labs as below. After the dose of morphine, his pain resolved and the pressure persisted until Friday morning- no nausea/vomiting, pale, cool or sweaty and minimal extreme fatigue (only slept for 2 days!). He did note to me that at some point towards the end, he had multiple BM's that were bright green/yellow and DARK brown (not bloody). Labs: WBC- neut# 10.2%H mono 0.2L neut 92.7%H lymph 5.4%L mono 1.5%L CMP- creat 0.6L (BUN ok) Bili total 1.8 H -direct 0.3 -indirect 1.8H Lactic 4.1CH -repeat lactic 2.6H Lipase 10L
Meds tried at the ED: Fluids (3 liters) Zofran with Morphine- significant pain relief Morphine- continued pain relief
We then called the GI who continued to be insistent on the cardiac work up (stress test scheduled for this Monday). They prescribed Carafate 1G to take with the omeprazole. After I requested, they ordered a HIDA scan.
HIDA scan today- negative. Ejection fraction of 88%.
Notes: The night before his December episode, we had Chinese food and a spicy pizza, but other than that no unusual consumption. He has coffee every morning, and the last episode he didn't even have a coffee. The most recent episode he did resume marijuana consumption. He has about 5 alcoholic beverages a week (hard seltzer). He has been trying to gain weight, so he has increased his caloric intake, adding nuts and breakfast (after coffee), but also more frequent meals- but generally at the pizza shop. At home we are largely gluten free because our youngest has Celiac's Disease (negative TTIGA within the last year). About 1 rockstar daily, but has decreased consumption after second episode.
We have no idea what to do next. We are apprehensive about putting this in GI's hands because it feels like they're just brushing it off. So I turn to the reddit hive mind to see if anyone has encountered this.
Thank you so much for taking the time to read and search your mind. I REALLY appreciate it. Feel free to ask me any follow up questions. I have access to the majority of his records through his portal.

Started a tolerance break when I started looking for a new job. I'm a big person and was a regular casual user. I know it takes roughly a month for THC to leave the body, but I'm kinda in a rush for a new job.
If they do screen for THC and the blood test comes back positive, would I be able to retest? Either waiting a week for a new blood test or take a urine test?
Thanks in advance

Got my results yesterday. Everything denied but tinnitus. The MH C&P examiner said there was no connection due to the fact that PHA and deployment health screenings all noted no issues. Everyone knows that there was a time period where self declaring was career suicide. Everyone knows that people are encouraged to withhold in those screenings. My question to the group… how have you all overcome these issues? Obviously a nexus, but when the examiner states they don’t believe the veteran, what is my next course of action?
Update.
Y’all are awesome. Tons of questions so updating the post is the easiest way to answer as many as possible.
My last exit exam was PDHA in 2013. Transfer back to the guard after that. When I got out of the guard there was no exit physical or assessment. Not a single person in my entire battalion claimed anything in the PDHA. We had been gone for 18 months with the prior 14 months basically gone for training, so we didn’t want to delay getting home.
MH claimed PTSD, depression, anxiety. Specific event that affected me, but not nearly as bad while I was still in. It was when I got out and lost the feeling of a support network of guys that went through the same thing, that I really started to have issues. I self admitted to the VA on the day of my C&P and have been in counseling, EMDR, and have had several medication adjustments since. I also had 12 months of counseling records to submit with the claim from private offices.
Lower back issues from deployment injury denied. CT scan, multiple diagnosis of issues, and doctors opinion in visit notes. Since filing I have had to get nerves burned to have any mobility. I have PT records and medications also.
Frequent urination. Started on deployment after back injury. I can’t go 30 minutes without feeling like I’m going to piss myself. VA tried to link it to TERA exposure and said no chemicals attack the urinary tract.
GERD. Started with meds. Multiple times a week I aspirate in my sleep. Multiple meds with minimal help.
Sleep apnea. Hope to link to rhinitis. Rhinitis was service connected but awarded 0% because it doesn’t say what the restriction is, or show polyps.
Chronic ankle and shin pain. Optimum serve sent me for X-rays. Results showed old fractured but no service connection even though that’s nearly the only thing in my STR. Multiple sick call visits for ankle and shin pain. Did a bone scan that was inconclusive.
Radiculopathy denied because my back was denied
I probably missed a few questions, but that’s all I can think of right now.

Hello everyone,
I (28M) have been working in bio research for the past 5 years. I have an MSc and BSc. However I've changed jobs last summer and am really doing quite poorly, mostly because of awful management and some trouble with adhd, which has resulted in a bit of a burnout
I have fantasised about dropping science for a while and applying for emirates, mostly because of my love of travel and adventure, as well as because I love meeting people from different backgrounds. How I'm certain I need a change, maybe even a pause from science.
That being said I have a few questions:

• I was looking for info on adhd medication, anxiety medication and EK drug screening. Do you know if they test you soon after passing the open day? I'm confident I can drop the meds after I leave my job but they can come as false positives in urine up to 30 days.
  
• I have both earlobes pierced, will they reject me for the holes? They're barely visible.
  
• I have curly hair, not too long, maybe 1-2 fingers' width. Would I be better off cutting it, at least the sides?
  
• I have customer experience working for a call center for almost 2 years during my MSc, at which I was very good. I also participated in conferences, open UNI days and many of those sorts of events. Would this be enough experience? (besides my actual science career)
  
• I use glasses or contacts, which would they prefer for the open day?
  
• Scientists out there, after leaving the FA career did you struggle to return to research or any science related role? I was thinking I'd maybe like to move to CRA or similar roles.
  
• As a male applicant, do you notice if they go for more outgoing/smiling guys or those that are slightly more toned down/serious (although of course still smile appropriately and approachable)?
  

Thank you so much for your input!

Hi guys, I have been told by a few people that I should get a screening for diabetes. With that said, I'm not sure if that's what's going on or not. I don't know much about it, so I could use some help deciding wether to move forward with it because it's a hassle to make an appointment and all. TLDR at end.
The reasons I have been told to get tested are these: The first time it was recommended for me to check is because I had a bad blackout and vomiting and pain episode after drinking only 2 super sugary cocktails (i was at home with my roommate and know i was not drugged). I have only had issues with feeling sick after sugary drinks and I know it has only to do with the sweetness rather than the amount of alcohol I am drinking. That did not super concern me at the time however. The second was while I was cheerleading at a basketball game. I don't know if I had eaten anything that day or if I had it was something small. I became super faint and dizzy and disoriented. At the half, one of my peers had me eat a handful of skittles and after a while it did definitely help how I was feeling and my vision became clearer and more focused. This happens a lot, this was just the most drastic instance off the top of my head. Again, I wasn't super concerned. My dad got a diagnosis for pre-diabetes and his mom also had diabetes, not sure the type. I also don't know if it really runs genetically like this, however, my dad has been urging me to get screened just to be safe. I did a little research into symptoms and realized I have been experiencing excessive thirst, more frequent urination, and my vision has gotten dramatically poorer over the last few months. I also experience seemingly unsatiable hunger, even if I have just eaten I seem to always be hungry and it's hard for me to stop until I am stuffed. Even then, I'll be hungry again in about an hour. I have also been constantly fatigued and cannot seem to get enough sleep, even after 7-13 hours What made me slightly more worried about this is that last night I was eating poorly with a lot of sugary candies and cookies and what have you (i rarely do this). I began to get one of the worst headaches of my life and I felt super duper dizzy and disoriented. I was very confused and uncomfortable but genuinely felt the worst I had felt in my life. It felt like my head was floating and my vision was lagging if that makes sense. I ended up crying myself to sleep and today I have felt slightly better, but still have lingering affects of a headache, neck pain, and dizziness / disorientation / confusion when I stand up.
The reasons I think it might not be worth it to screen are these: I am only 20f, I am relatively in shape (5 foot 3, 135 lbs) and participate in activity semi regularly (have taken steps back due to 2 concussions since November), have not experienced recent weight loss (actually put on 15 pounds in the past few months), and have a lower blood pressure.
I may edit later to add things I've missed or that come to my attention. Obviously, I understand that any of these things can be from something else, I'm not trying to self diagnose because I don't necessarily think this is the issue, I just don't want to go through the screening process if the people telling me to are just being paranoid.
Any suggestions would be helpful, I apologize for the long post! Thank you all so much!
TLDR; I have a few symptoms that could be related to diabetes and although I don't think that is the issue, I am wondering if it's worth it to screen based on the suggestions of a few people in my life.

Hi everyone! Looking to get some information on how long it will take to get weed out of your system. I start nursing school in the fall and we need to get drug tested by mid July (currently early May)….its a urine drug screen. I started to smoke more on the consistent side when I was 19-20 years old (currently 27 now). I mainly stuck to joints/blunts and the occasional carts from the dispensary. Definitely smoked way more when I was younger compared to the last year or two…would just hit a bong rip once or twice a day or smoke a half gram joint or two a day recently. I’ve stopped smoking for about 10 days now. I’m 5’2 and weigh around 125 pounds. Go to the gym almost daily (weight lifting and occasionally go for a few mile run every now and then) and drink almost a gallon a water a day…my metabolism is also pretty fast too. I see different responses to this type of question all the time, completely understandable since everyones bodies are different. Scares the shit out of me when I see it takes people months to get it out of your system, would hate to lose the opportunity to start this nursing program because I liked to smoke in my free time after work or with my friends. If anyone could share their experiences that would be great!!! Apologize for the long post!

I had to get a new primary care doctor because I changed my insurance July ‘23. I had to wait until the end of December ‘23 to finally get into a new doc who was the earliest available in my area and covered by my insurance.
My previous doc prescribed me adderall er 20mg. Originally, she prescribed 10mg but it made me fall asleep. 20 is barely enough, but I digress.
My new doctor required me to go get a diagnosis before prescribing it again, and he wants me to see a psychiatrist. The psych he referred me to doesn’t have openings until July ‘24, but I have an appt. I went in for testing in January, got diagnosed with ADHD officially in early April, went in to my doctor mid April, and have since had to do labs and 2 urine drug screenings.
Finally, I just got a prescription for 7 (SEVEN) adderall er 10 mg, because he wants to “monitor my reaction” although I had already been taking the 20 for over 6 months before meeting him.
The doctor is a 20 min drive from my house and I’ve practically been living there the past month.
What can I do?
I would like it it to be more convenient and to feel less like I’m a criminal who will die of a heart attack tomorrow. I’m 30 years old and have a full time job and driving to the doctor all the time is getting to be too much.
I have 2 months til I start up with mg psych- do I just wait it out and deal with my primary care docs antics? Or should I switch to a private psych for the time being? I’m not entirely sure what to do here.
It’s been awfully difficult these past few months without my meds, and while I’m glad to finally have SOMETHING again, I’m tired of this.

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Hi, F19 :)
I know this subreddit must get heaps of these a day, but I can’t find anyone with similar symptoms that has any advice. So I was just wondering if anyone is experiencing/experienced anything similar. I’m only 19, and have been dealing with this a few month after being 18 and I’m feeling hopeless. I’m unable to sit exams or continue studying due to the immense pain. I’m also unable to sit for long periods of time and the last week I had to quit my job. The pain is the only thing on my mind, and I am in a really bad state of depression and feel like my life is over as all doctors have given up on me. Any recommendations are welcomed, I will try anything. I’m located in Australia which lacks a lot of methods other people have spoken of on here.
Experience I had a severe UTI on February of 2023, which led to me being hospitalised with a kidney infection on the verge of developing sepsis due to a cyst. Since then, I have experienced constant burning, pain in my lower back, urgency and extreme pain when urinating. There is an odour to my urine and there are particles in it as well. All of my UTIs are from sex and are caused by ecoli. I have extreme discomfort from sex, anything to do with sex completely flares up all my symptoms by a lot. Before this I had around 8 UTIs in a few months before getting this major UTI.
I have been attending pelvic floor therapy, which has not helped at all. I have noticed when I am peeing, my pelvic floor muscle convulse. My physio has said my muscles are not tight, and are working completely fine. I have been using a dilator for months now, and feel like nothing has improved. The burning for insertion is unbearable and continues.
The most relief I get is the first week of antibiotics, which I feel 80% better, but this fades after the first week and I’m back to the pain I was in before starting them. I did take antibiotics for 5 months, and found some improvement to my bladder, but got stuck at a point and stopped getting better. I stopped taking the antibiotics until and continued to feel better, until I got a UTI two weeks ago and have been reset back to 10/10 pain. The pain throughout has been consistent, until recently flares ups have become a thing. Before this it was always the same, slightly improving over the months.
I have tried diets, and food does not play a role in my symptoms.
Medications Hiprex D-Mannose Antihistamines Endep Multiple types of antibiotics, including long term antibiotics Bladder rest Codeine
My urologist did a cystoscopy found very little irritation, only on the right side from my ovary. I did have a cyst on that side at the time of screening.
I’ve also had a bladder stretch, I believe she only used water. This just made everything worse, where I had urgency return when it was minimal.
I have extreme stress and anxiety, which has caused me another health problem where I had so much stress it manifested into pain in my stomach. This was resolved after seeing scans that nothing in my stomach was wrong. I’m seeing a therapist this week, but I feel that my pain is so intense it can’t solely be because of stress. My life has genuinely been ruined and I feel that I am missing out on the best years of my life. I’m bed bound at this point, and just would like to feel happy again. My relationship with my boyfriend is deteriorating because of all of this, as I’m extremely agitated and hate being touched. I’ve now been referred to a different urologist to try again, but due to no irritation in my bladder I’m not sure where it will all go.
My period has been significantly heavier on the first day, and last 8-9 days. Previously my periods were super light and about 5-7 days. I have had ultrasounds done that found one cyst, but that is all.
I would like to try the microgendx testing, but it’s difficult since there’s not a lot of resources. If anyone has tried this in Australia I’d love to hear your thoughts and experience.
I would appreciate any advice, has anyone found anxiety medication to fix this all?
I’m sorry my first post in here is asking for advice, I’m genuinely just so lost on where to go next.

I love playing this champ omg. It feels like I’m on crack when I execute a full combo. I love zipping around the screen at Mach 20 and blowing people up like a cricket on adderal. It itches my adhd lizard brain in a way most other champs can’t. I think I’m ruined for other champs.
Just had a game where a Yasuo was talking shit nonstop the entire game and even said some slurs, told me to never play Akali because I’m bad and shes too hard for me. Just kept going on and on how great he was at the game and how we all sucked. He went 2/6 and we won. So gratifying to do so. And they’re Bronze 4.
Sorry if this is a dumb post but I got a adrenaline rush last game and I am really liking Akali. Even bought her KDA All Out skin cause she so fun :)