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Howdy y'all. I haven't posted for awhile so I thought I'd give another short story a try. This takes place during Chapter 2 after Kris, Susie and Ralsei split temporarily leaving Kris alone. Hope you enjoy.
An Honest Conversation
Kris, Susie and Ralsei came up to a split in the road in Cyber City, Ralsei noting the occasion by walking up in front of the group and looking towards Kris and Susie as they wondered what he had to say.
"Seems we've come to a split in the road. We should split up--Kris, who do you want to go with?" Ralsei looked to the human, slightly annoying Susie.
"Why does Kris get to pick all the time?!" Susie walked up towards Ralsei, grabbing him by the shirt. "You're coming with me."
With that, a blank faced Kris was left behind as Susie took off down the northern alley leaving the human behind to fend for himself.
"SUSIE!!" Ralsei shouted.
"WHAT?!"Susie responded.
"you can put me down." The goat Darkner whispered in slight annoyance.
"...oh." Susie gently stopped running, putting the hairy goat Darkner down. "Sorry."
"Why'd you leave Kris behind like that?" Ralsei asked, wiping off his green robes.
"He'll be fine." Susie sighed. "Sides...I was kinda nervous he'd choose me."
"Why?" Ralsei inquired.
"We just became friends yesterday, ya doofus." Susie explained, sitting down against the alley wall. "I'm not ready for that conversation...yet."
"That conversation?" Ralsei raised an eyelid.
"What, are you a million questions Ralsei today?"
"I'm sorry, I'm kinda new to this whole friends thing myself." Ralsei looked down.
Susie sighed, remembering that very fact herself.
"Yeah, kinda hard just having a Ralsei statue as company I suppose." Susie mused, wiping her snout. "The thing is...me and Kris have always been on the opposite end of the spectrum. Kris...he's had security his whole life. Me, I've had shitty parents and no guarantee of a good meal or warm bed. It sucks. I treated him like dirt for the longest time Ralsei. One time, I came pretty damn close to really hurting him. If I didn't stop myself right then I would've done it. I was mad at him...he was so socially awkward, never talked to anyone, kept to himself. Despite everything I did, Kris risked his life for mine. For the first time in my life, I was scared to lose someone. I saw the King holding Kris in his disgusting hands, using the very same words I muttered earlier..."QUIET PEOPLE PISS ME OFF" he uttered his tongue out. It hit me what I had to do."
"Susie, I think it's clear to me that Kris would listen and not judge you given his actions." Ralsei sat down, playing with his fur.
"You think?" Susie asked. "I hardly know the kid. All I know for sure is that he has the greatest Mom ever and that his hair smells annoyingly of apples. You don't know what willpower it took for me NOT to take a bite outta that kid's head."
"I'm sure he'd get you an apple if you asked." Ralsei snickered at the thought.
"His Mom makes good pies...I'll have to pester Kris to have his Mom make us some of her cinnamon-butterscotch pies she's known for." Susie drooled at the thought. "You should come to the Light World sometime, Ralsei. You'd enjoy it."
"I'll...keep that in mind." Ralsei looked away, dodging the question as nimbly as he could.
"I mean it! We three and Lancer would be invincible!" Susie grinned, just thinking of it. "You could be Ms. Alphy's teacher's pet and Lancer could dig all the holes in town he wanted. There's enough pot holes already as it is...a few more wouldn't hurt I suppose."
"I'm sure it would be wonderful, Susie." Ralsei acknowledged.
"Well, just think about it." Susie let end it there, seeing the troubled look on Ralsei's face. There was something he obviously wasn't telling her but it could wait. She didn't want to ruin this. "Look, the real reason I dragged you into this path was--I want to ask you about Kris."
"Kris? What about?" Ralsei asked.
"Don't tell Kris I said any of what I'm about to tell you. And I mean NONE of it Ralsei." Susie narrowed her eyes.
"My lips are zipped." Ralsei meekly responded.
"Good." Susie sighed. "After we left the Dark World yesterday, I felt things I hadn't felt ever...I wasn't sure what happened was real. All I knew was that I felt them and that I didn't want to lose them...most of all, I didn't want to lose Kris. Kris...the kid I hated for my all time in Hometown I now couldn't stand to be without. I thought of em' the whole night. I didn't get any sleep Ralsei and trust me, that bed you presented earlier was VERY tempting...you bastard."
"S-Sorry."
"It's ok...I'm just venting here. Anyway...I guess what I'm saying is that I don't know how I should go about this whole thing."
"When did you plan to have...the conversation?"
"Sometime in the Dark World, when it was just me and Kris."
"Why don't you talk to him when you guys are done with this adventure? You could walk him home." Ralsei suggested.
"Say Kris, why don't I walk ya home and we can talk serious junk...yeah Rals, that'll go down real well."
"R-Rals?"
"What, no one ever called you a nickname?" Susie raised an eyebrow.
"Well, insults like toothpaste boy not withstanding...Rals isn't bad." Ralsei blushed.
"Geez, I'm gonna have to teach you a LOT." Susie moaned, slapping the side of her snout. "Don't expect these lessons to be free either, toothpaste boy. You're gonna have to make a lot of cakes."
"S-Sure." Ralsei sweat. "I mean it though...don't make a big deal, just...offer to walk him home and just bring it up when you two are nice and relaxed."
"Like, when we're sitting down or something? Like now?"
"Yeah! We're talking, having a serious conversation aren't we?" Ralsei nodded in glee.
"No, we're talking about rainbows." Susie rolled her eyes.
"W-We are?" Ralsei second guessed himself.
"NO...that was SARCASM." Susie sighed once again. "I swear with this guy..."
"Sarcasm?"
"I swear I'm gonna call you Million Questions Ralsei forever if you don't stop." Susie crossed her arms. "It's when you want to express annoyance but do it indirectly."
"Huh. I'll have to try that..."
"Can we focus?" Susie snapped.
"O-Oh, sorry--so Kris, what do you want to ask him?"
"I try asking him if we'd still be friends if I opened that supply closet door and you guys weren't there but I chickened out at the last second. I didn't want to think about the possibility of that not being a thing."
Ralsei went silent, looking at Susie as she looked to the ground thinking of Kris in that moment.
"Susie, I didn't realize that Kris meant that much to you." Ralsei rubbed the back of his head. "Am I the one you should really be asking for advice on this? I mean, after all I'm...just learning how to be a friend. And you've done all the teaching thus far."
"Kris and I just became friends. The thought of losing that just scares me...scares me to my very core. The little I did sleep I had a nightmare. It was me and him in front of that bunker door in the woods. He was shaking the whole time, scared of something--I asked him what was wrong. He wouldn't tell me, backing away each time I walked towards the door. Suddenly, the door opened and a look of terror that I've never seen on him erupted on Kris' face. He looked at me, reached out to me but was sucked in and I had to watch as the doors closed on him. I couldn't save him, Ralsei! Kris almost died trying to save me yesterday Ralsei...I don't want to lose him." Susie began to break down. "All this time, I've treated that kid LIKE SHIT and despite everything, he still stuck his neck out for me. What do you say to that!? What do you do with that?! Jesus..."
Susie stood up, sniffling and wanting to begin walking again.
"H-Hey...Susie."Ralsei got up, gently putting a hand on Susie's arm, Susie growing stiff at the contact, Ralsei quickly pulling his hand away.
"Y-Yeah?" Susie turned around, trying to regain her composure.
"My offer still stands. I could teach you some healing spells, if you're up for it. Of course, the lessons would be payment for your advice from earlier." Ralsei offered. "This could help you protect Kris."
"They're hiding something Ralsei, I know it." Susie said. "It troubles Kris, even before we came to the Dark World. If there's something Kris knows and is trying to solve, I want to be prepared for the worst case scenario. I want to protect him."
"Then we'll start with the basics and on the way, refine your approach to conversation starters, all right?" Ralsei smirked.
"R-Rals?"
"Yes, Susie?"
"You're not half bad." Susie smirked, putting an arm around him.
"T-Thanks." Ralsei blushed. "I don't suppose that would translate to hugging..."
"DO NOT PUSH YOUR LUCK."

I (23f) have been with my (24m) boyfriend for almost 7 years. When I was a teen and up until I was around 20 I wore a lot of revealing clothes. Revealing to me being crop tops, cleavage, short skirts, tight pants, and 6 inch heels. While I still don’t dress “modestly”, I don’t really show off much skin nowadays. My boyfriend plays sports at a men’s league, so the team mostly consists of older men with the oldest being in his 60’s and my boyfriend being the youngest. Most range from 30-40. I enjoy going to his games and hanging out with him and his teammates drinking beers after. I’ve been going to his games since we got together in high school, and I have very rarely missed a game in all of those years because I want to be there to support him. Some of the guys who he plays with are a little flirty by telling me how pretty I am and how they love having me in the stands, but I always thought of it in a dad way because they are literally all old enough to be my dad. I have never reciprocated but have been friendly. The oldest out of the bunch calls me kitten now and although it’s a bit weird I have just brushed it off because I know he loves playing with these guys. There was one guy who made a blatant flirtatious comment in front of my boyfriend, but he didn’t say anything and just laughed so I did too. A few months ago I missed a game because I was out at a bar with my friends and was in a dress and black leather knee high boots that are around 6 inches tall and are like socks against my legs. On the way out of the bar I noticed that we were very close to the rink he was playing at and asked if they could drop me off on the way home. I wanted to surprise him because I had told him I wasn’t going to make it to that game. Surprised he was. When the game was over he told me that I looked great and he was happy I was there. His teammates were also glad I made it and kept telling me how great I looked. They LOVED the boots, and that mostly dominated the conversation for the night when we were all sitting in the parking lot having a few drinks. Apparently after this night he started to become uncomfortable with the attention I was getting from them, but never told me. Aside from that night I have never worn something “revealing” or “sexy” to any of his games. Most nights I go from work and am in my work clothes which normally range from a dress/skirt to sweat pants or leggings. He had another game tonight and I was wearing a jean skirt that touched the tips of my fingers if held by my sides, a long sleeve sweater, and pink knee high cowgirl boots. Not a revealing outfit in my opinion. He said that I shouldn’t wear the boots because they would draw too much attention from his friends and that I was showing too much skin. This made me upset because I have told him before that he does not control what I wear, nor does it matter what I am wearing I will always get their unwanted attention as I have been since he started on this team. He has never told me that his teammates comments make him uncomfortable or that he doesn’t want me to come. We got in an argument about how me wearing “flashy” and “extra” outfits makes the team stare at me and make comments like they do and it makes him uncomfortable. He would rather me just wear jeans instead of the skirt I was. I said it would be better if I didn’t come to this game. He said that he’s glad I won’t be coming tonight, and that really hurt me. I have spent so much time and effort trying to be there to support him and he just doesn’t care that I won’t be there? At the moment I’m considering just not going to his games again to avoid this situation all together, but that makes me sad because I do enjoy watching him play. Am I putting him in the situation where his teammates are staring at me? I feel like they are going to stare regardless of my outfit choices, but he wants me to “tone it down” because it makes him uncomfortable. I’m not going to break up with him over this but I also am not just going to wear jeans or sweat pants to every one of his games because he doesn’t want to say anything to them.
TLDR: My boyfriends teammates are old flirty men. They tell me I’m pretty and that makes my boyfriend uncomfortable so he doesn’t want me to wear certain clothes in front of them.

I got pregnant at 35 on our first try, although my period became irregular in my early 30s, and I started getting more facial hair and rare night sweats. I thought I'd have issues and was shocked when we got pregnant right away (especially since my cycle before was a 60-day cycle).
That pregnancy was a TFMR due to Monosomy and Trisomy X. We've had 3 cycles since and tried all 3, but I haven't gotten pregnant yet. I am aware this is totally normal. I went to a fertility OB and had my hormones and follicles tested. All are normal. I'm currently 36 and a half.
I'm thinking of jumping right into IVF for a few reasons:
1) We'd like to have 2 kids, and I know it's just going to get harder as we age 2) Every month we don't get pregnant just makes the theoretical due date of baby #2 even later 3) My insurance covers 3 attempts per live birth 100% 4) Much lower risk of chromosomal abnormalities since we'll test the embryos 5) There's no real way to know my egg quality without doing this 6) Getting to choose the gender is a nice perk
Is there any reason I shouldn't do IVF? Besides cost, why have you all opted against it?

(Scene i wrote to illustrate how Kassandra Kurze's SO could prevent her from destroying Nostarmo and falling into betrayal by proving her visions false, also English is not my first language so im sry for any mistakes you ll find)
“Say, captain, do you believe in fate?”

Dark corridors of the Nightfall were dimly lit with stripes of pale light, so resembling their homeworld traditions. Homeworld to which they headed now, as they got the news of recent rebellion. Morgenstern stood against one of the Emperor’s Angels, however he could not think of one soul to call this particular one an angel. Or any other space marine on this ship for that matter. Cold black eyes stared iterator down, there were no animosity in them. Just a faint blink of curiosity.

“What in that for you, iterator, we’re not on your peace talks right now,” said Jago Sevatarion, first captain of the Night Lords legion.

He pushed through the man standing before him and headed through the corridor. He heard steps of the mortal trying to catch up to him, almost skipping but still trying to uphold decency. The thought of any mortal maintaining a face before him amused the Night Lord. Morgenstern caught up with the space marine. They walked in a silence for a few moments.

“Lady Kassandra is going to sentence Nostramo to Exterminatus,” said iterator. He sounded calm, but heightened senses of a space marine gave away his slightly hightened heartrate to Jago.

First captain quickly glanced at the man beside him.

“That is for Mother to decide,” he said quietly, “If she deems this planet a lost cause, so be it.”

“And what do you think, captain?” iterator asked, sounding unnaturally passionlessly, “I thought of you as a rare example of independent thinker on this whole fleet. I thought you of all people knew, that our Lady’s judgments could be… affected.”

Space marine stopped suddenly, causing Morgenstern to flinch. Iterator however held his composure, stopping himself and turning to the Night Lord, man’s cloak clicking from a quick movement as he did so.

“Are you questioning the primarch, mortal?” black flame danced dangerously in the eyes of the first captain.

“Are you not?”

Jago hated that for all that he wanted he could not refute this man.

“What do you want me to do?” if Morgenstern didn’t know who was before him, he would have thought Night Lord sounded helplessly.

“I suggest you listen to your own words, captain,” iterator began slowly, “I suggest for the first time you try to do better.”

***

Bridge airlocks closed and all that Morgenstern caught before was a flash of purple eyes. Moments later sound of titanic strike reverberated through the whole deck. Jago Sevatarion, who stood next to iterator felt hope for the first time in his life. Hope for airlocks to withstand and for this mortal to turn out right.

“What does it mean, Morgenstern?” even muffled by airlocks, Primarch’s voice felt suppressing.

“Canons are disarmed, Lady Kassandra.” Morgenstern said after a long silence.

“That is not what supposed to be,” said Night Huntress.

“It Is indeed not.”

Series of strikes shook the deck. Jago looked at the iterator. However, he flinched each time primarch’s hit landed on bridge’s gates, Morgenstern still firmly stood against them, hands behind his back.

“OPEN THE GATES AND DO WHAT YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO, COWARD!” shout from the other side of the airlocks made iterator suffer from a headache. He turned to the first captain.

“I will kindly ask you to leave, Jago,” he said firmly. First captain measured mortal with his glance for a moment.

Space marine turned away from the bridge, “It is your funeral, iterator.”

“Then I will expect flowers from you, captain,” primarch’s screams in the background became more chaotic and loud.

“You better love plastic, it is the best we have on Nostramo.” Night Lord’s words were distant.

Iterator smiled to this unexpected joke from space marine and focused his sight on the gates. Strikes still fell on their steel.

“I SWEAR, MORTAL, YOU WILL REGRET THAT DECISION AS I WILL BE MAKING MYSELF A ROBE OUT OF YOUR SKIN WITH YOU STILL BREATHING!”

Now, that is just rude, Morgenstern thought to himself trying to stay calm as Kassandra Curze’s words made a cold sweat run down his back.

Screams and threats continued, but as time went on iterator started to notice something new in Night Huntress voice. Pain started as thin threads in the fabric of her voice, growing thicker until all that was there was agony. It was so alive, so unbearable that Morgenstern felt pain in his own heart. That were screams of a broken angel, who never got to fly, sunken in the mortal sin from the start of existence.

And then there was silence.

Iterator suddenly felt that there was no threat inside the bridge. He came up to the airlocks and sat down on the floor, leaning his back on the gates.

“You should have just killed me,” Kassandra’s voice was broken, as if she was crying.

Nonsense, Morgenstern thought, crying is for mere mortals.

He closed his eyes. Iterator didn’t want to see anything right now.

hi all ! i've been on sema (.25mg) for two weeks now and noticed a small drop of a few pounds so far and definitely a decrease in appetite, but what worries me is that i've been eating a TON of sugary things/candy and craving it a lot more than i used to in the past. i've gone through 3 Haribo gummy packs this week alone on top ice cream and other sweets like pastries or cake. i've also been snacking a lot at night even though im eating a normal amount during the day, which is odd for me... does anyone have any advice to combat this? perhaps some vitamins or more lifestyle changes? (i eat clean albeit sweets and occasionally going out for fast food with friends btw) thank you so much and please be nice!!

I planned a surf trip in Popoyo for 2 weeks but left the country after 4 days during mid May. Did I just come at the wrong time? I was paying $50 per night for a surf house on an airbnb but they don’t have ac or a pool. I am constantly sweating balls and drank like 5L of water everyday.
From 9-4, it’s impossible to go outside unless you are surfing in the water. There is a 3 hour window after sunrise and two hour before sunset when the heat is bearable to enjoy the outdoor. I learned that AC is not a necessity but a luxury in here.
Aside the heat, everything seems pretty pricey to me, I went 3 restaurants and paid around $16 for a meal. And they were like meh… I was also sweating balls when I went for lunch. Honestly, the only thing I found is cheap here is alcohol.
I couldn’t fall asleep at night and lost my appetite because of the heat! However, the heat doesn’t seem to bother anybody but me?
I surfed for two days and the waves were amazing but I was too miserable to enjoy it… Sorry for the long rant and I’m not trying to diss this country. Everything I read and watched online has nothing but good things to say about Nicaragua…
I’m honestly curious about what other tourists think about this country?

Hey y'all, I'm not sure if I'm looking for advice on how to survive the summer or if I need motivation to keep going, or any thoughts on what might be ahead if anyone has any similar experience
I thought I was getting close to figuring it out with my dose in March but at the end of April as it got warmer what I'd been figuring out went out the window. My last crisis and ER visit were in February and since it's been so long some of the symptoms that eased up I'm having again full force and I recognize them as a warning sign
I'm not sure if I should go to the ER yet since I'm not in a crisis right now, but I'm in what I remember the days/week leading up to one feeling like. And it's an awful game of chicken that I can't win either way by having a crisis or not
Brain fog and feeling detached mentally and emotionally, severe fatigue and feeling tired all the time, dull temple headaches, freezing and can't control my body temperature, huge joint and bone pains (my lower right ribs are absolutely screaming as I type this lol) massive shouldeback pain, muscle weakness, insane insomnia despite being worn down or after sleeping 14+ hours, can't eat and haven't felt hungry to even try for days... the usual I think, for what most severe lows in cortisol feel like here (maybe?)
Not sure what changed but here's my dosing; 0.1mg fludrocortisone 6:30am 2.5mg prednisone 6:30am 1.5mg prednisone 2pm 2mg Rayos (delay release pred) 9pm
My endocrinologist wants me to try to stay around 6mg total prednisone including Rayos as best I can to avoid going too over, and said not to double the fludrocortisone for now because we are working out what my labwork is doing
My last labs showed my TSH was extremely low at 0.301 but my T3, T4 and the reverses were normal. He did a Thyroid antibody and it came back normal/negative, so it's impacted by something but unclear why only the TSH ACTH level was 14.2 (normal range said 7.6-64.2) Vitamin E Gamma, K1 and K2 were all low Food allergy panels showed nothing, negative for celiacs
Despite having Primary AI I had a second very high IGF-1 level in a row. First one was 320, this one was 350 (normal range is labeled as 91-300) so he will be doing a second MRI to scan for a pituitary tumor the first one might have missed. If anyone has any familiarity with that labwork or maybe growth hormone issues too?
But... yeah. I did double my pred doses today or I would have been nonfunctional like the last day or two. I feel like I'm barely scraping by on replacing cortisol and the summer isn't helping, fludro had the salt wasting and night sweating under control until this month. Without much else I can do but wait and see both on a crisis and MRI does anyone have any tips on how I might be able to tip it back away from a potential crisis? Or how to survive summer?
Thoughts on anything above always welcome, especially if you had similar experiences before treating something more. Or just how you got through, because 13 months later I'm losing my endurance on surviving this all. especially if what I thought I figured out in March was really that fragile

I (39F) will be spending much of the summer working outdoors in a very arid environment. I'm looking for advice on 2 things so I don't turn into Ol' Leatherface out here: lotion, and actives.
Lotion: This place is super dry. My skin gets greasy very easily. Does anyone in a similar situation have recommendations for a good hydrating lotion (or creme or whatever) that won't turn my face into an oil slick?
Actives: I typically alternate between using retinol and glycolic acid most nights. I know they leave your skin more susceptible to sun damage. This place is very sunny, and I'll often be working in exposed areas and at high elevations. I am white AF. Of course I'll be wearing sunscreen and hats, but some sun exposure is inevitable. Should I stop using actives altogether during the summer, or are they OK to continue using, perhaps less frequently? Is there anything else I can use to keep working on minimizing fine lines and smoothing out my skin tone? I do plan to still use Vitamin C serum, unless that's also a bad idea for some reason.
TIA for any help!

Hey everyone, I’m mainly doing this for myself as a journal but whoever wants to join along is more than welcome to me. I’m hoping this becomes a success story and for my quality of life to stop being haunted. YOU DONT HAVE TO READ ALL OF THIS
I’m a 22 year old female in the US. I currently don’t have a job as I have been let go yesterday due to my unsuspecting symptoms and lack of communication. I can’t keep up with the regular 9-5 jobs and it’s turning into a pattern of me burning myself out. I don’t have anybody to rely on other than myself and I can’t get afford health insurance at the moment.
Current Symptoms: - Extreme Fatigue/Exhaustion - SouCurdling/Spicy tummy feeling? - Nausea/Contractions (especially after physical activity and eating or drinking) - Bloating/Gas/Gurgling -Rancid Smelling Poop - Acne - Regurgitating oil/grease - Recurrent yeast - Brain Fog/Confusion - Urinary Incontinence - Body Rashes/Allergic Reactions -Sugar Cravings - Migraines - Cotten Mouth/Dehydration - Malabsorption/Continual Hunger - Thinning Hair - Weight Loss - Weak Pelvic Floor? Tight/Tense Muscles? - Food in Stools (Not often) - Drunkness Feeling After Carbs? - Acid Reflux - Depression/Anxiety - Weak Immune System
Food Sensitivities that have developed: - Dairy -Gluten - Soy - Gastric foods/spices/drinks (including onion and garlic) - Processed Foods - Broths - Sugar (Fruit and All) - Starch - Acid (Fruits/Vinegars) - Medications (NSAIDS/Anti-Acids)
Tried treatments that I can remember: -Xifaxin (2 weeks) - Ortho Molecular Ortho Spore (2-3 months worked wonders but relapsed) -Dietitian: Low Fodmap Diet (3 months didn’t help) - Reuteri - B12, VitD, other vitamin supplements - Physical Therapy - Fluconazole - Boric Acid -Laxatives (basically all) - Collagen Peptides - Plant Based Protein Powder - Yoga
Most of Background: So I have been dealing with different illnesses that is a repeated pattern since I was possibly 12 years old. I would frequently have nasty migraines, stomach bugs, food poisoning, and respiratory infections out of the blue. It gotten to the point of my family always saying “there’s always something wrong with you”, “you’re just exaggerating”.
When it came to 2017, I started gaining rashes as allergic reactions. It couldn’t be classified as hives even though it looked the part because it would sting like a bitch instead of itching. It would run through out my body whenever I ate every so often and that was only on of the reactions as I had a second of my skin swelling as if it was a mosquito bite but worse and when the swelling went down, it would leave scars behind.
I went to an allergist and nothing popped up on the regular tests, but something popped up on the chemical patch test. The name of the chemical was called Balsam of Peru, it’s mainly a preservative that is in your common foods/beverages, cleaning products, and aerosols. I continued to have random allergic reactions here and there as it wasn’t feasible to follow a diet that strict in a household like mine.
Then came the end of 2019, I was having trouble with my stomach and would randomly gag from November til Jan 2020. I would literally start throwing up even if I had nothing in my stomach. I went to doctors but they kept thinking I was pregnant and would say my vitals were fine therefore there’s nothing wrong. One day mid Jan, I had throw up for the last time but there was something different..I couldn’t get up. I lost all strength in my legs and half of my strength in my arms. I went to the hospital and they did X-rays and scans just to say there was nothing wrong and it might be a virus that hit my nervous system. The next day they boot me out with nothing. I had to learn how to walk all over again like a baby until I gained my strength with only the help of my family which took about a month. Throughout that time I was still feeling sick and gagging/throwing up.
This is the point when my mom decides to get a referral to a GI and they look through my records from the hospital to find out I was backed up with waste up to my ribs. They did a horrifying flush on me and prescribed me linzess. It was getting me to poop more frequently but I still was feeling pretty sick often, it was manageable though.
I get to college, it was a shit show, I start to get more symptoms, like brain fog and fatigue. I thought it was all in my head at this point and tried my best in school but had low performance when I was used to easy A’s. I began to have yeast infections every so often. I start getting into vaping, smoking weed, and the occasional drinking. The vaping became chronic and whenever I would drink I would have alcohol poisoning like symptoms that were uncontrollable to the point where a couple of times I ended up in the hospital to get my stomach to stop contracting. I stopped all drinking and started becoming a religious smoker to deal with my symptoms, school, work, and every other stress in my life. All it did was make my health plummet even faster.
I finally got diagnosed with SIBO at the end of 2021 and thought “finally something!”, the GI thought to cure it was to give more laxatives to get my bowels to move more frequently. Instead it would turn me into a balloon that was about to burst but could not push anything out. The GI gave up anf I decided to move on. At this point I had to take a break from school because I was so tired whenever I woke up in the morning that I either slept completely through my alarms or I couldn’t physically get up out of bed. I constantly was having stomach issues. My yeast infections started coming at least 2x a month. I had so bad urinary incontinence that I had to wear diapers. I was dealing with so much stress with family, working, trying to make ends meet, trying different doctors that never helped and telling me different things. I was dealing with a psychologically abusive bf. Nobody believed how bad I felt everyday. How hard it was for me to eat, think, overall function like a human being. My bf seen it everyday but refused to acknowledge that when he says he understood that his actions would always say otherwise. It all mentally broke me and I crashed hard.
This brings me to practically the present. I cut contact with the EX bf and parents. I’m low contact with the rest of my family. I quit vaping for good, but the damage is already done. I am now on Wellbutrin and trying to pick up the pieces that are shattered. It’s been 6 months but my symptoms are worsening instead of getting better. I can’t hold down a 9-5 job, my stomach can’t and won’t tolerate anything. I starve myself most days, drink water and electrolyte drinks whenever my stomach take it.
Everyday I feel weak, exhausted, brain fog so bad that I can’t count to 5, stomach hurt. The last thing that made me question my entire existence, Saturday night I was starving so I made rice thinking it was the safest thing. The next morning I felt so drunk that I couldn’t function, I was so dehydrated and in so much pain I went to urgent care. The doctor looked at me as if I was on drugs, refused iv, and told me my symptoms were caused by trauma, it’s all in my head. She refused a work note as well. I felt a tad bit better after some electrolytes from home and went to sleep for work. I slept through my alarms and woke up 2.5 hrs late (total 14 hrs). I couldn’t move my body, text manager. She called after the shift explaining that she isn’t letting me go because of my illness, bc I failed to tell her about the day prior so she could plan accordingly. She wants me to focus on my health, it would’ve been kind if I wasn’t already drowning in debt and couldn’t even afford rent.
The reason why I wrote everything I could is because 1. I believe a lot of this is relevant to each other regarding SIBO and Candida in some way 2. It will help me for my future
If you made it this far CONGRATS 🎉🎊 🥳 And thank you for the support!

Hey everyone, I’m mainly doing this for myself as a journal but whoever wants to join along is more than welcome to me. I’m hoping this becomes a success story and for my quality of life to stop being haunted. YOU DONT HAVE TO READ ALL OF THIS
I’m a 22 year old female in the US. I currently don’t have a job as I have been let go yesterday due to my unsuspecting symptoms and lack of communication. I can’t keep up with the regular 9-5 jobs and it’s turning into a pattern of me burning myself out. I don’t have anybody to rely on other than myself and I can’t get afford health insurance at the moment.
Current Symptoms: - Extreme Fatigue/Exhaustion - SouCurdling/Spicy tummy feeling? - Nausea/Contractions (especially after physical activity and eating or drinking) - Bloating/Gas/Gurgling -Rancid Smelling Poop - Acne - Regurgitating oil/grease - Recurrent yeast - Brain Fog/Confusion - Urinary Incontinence - Body Rashes/Allergic Reactions -Sugar Cravings - Migraines - Cotten Mouth/Dehydration - Malabsorption/Continual Hunger - Thinning Hair - Weight Loss - Weak Pelvic Floor? Tight/Tense Muscles? - Food in Stools (Not often) - Drunkness Feeling After Carbs? - Acid Reflux - Depression/Anxiety - Weak Immune System
Food Sensitivities that have developed: - Dairy -Gluten - Soy - Gastric foods/spices/drinks (including onion and garlic) - Processed Foods - Broths - Sugar (Fruit and All) - Starch - Acid (Fruits/Vinegars) - Medications (NSAIDS/Anti-Acids)
Tried treatments that I can remember: -Xifaxin (2 weeks) - Ortho Molecular Ortho Spore (2-3 months worked wonders but relapsed) -Dietitian: Low Fodmap Diet (3 months didn’t help) - Reuteri - B12, VitD, other vitamin supplements - Physical Therapy - Fluconazole - Boric Acid -Laxatives (basically all) - Collagen Peptides - Plant Based Protein Powder - Yoga
Most of Background: So I have been dealing with different illnesses that is a repeated pattern since I was possibly 12 years old. I would frequently have nasty migraines, stomach bugs, food poisoning, and respiratory infections out of the blue. It gotten to the point of my family always saying “there’s always something wrong with you”, “you’re just exaggerating”.
When it came to 2017, I started gaining rashes as allergic reactions. It couldn’t be classified as hives even though it looked the part because it would sting like a bitch instead of itching. It would run through out my body whenever I ate every so often and that was only on of the reactions as I had a second of my skin swelling as if it was a mosquito bite but worse and when the swelling went down, it would leave scars behind.
I went to an allergist and nothing popped up on the regular tests, but something popped up on the chemical patch test. The name of the chemical was called Balsam of Peru, it’s mainly a preservative that is in your common foods/beverages, cleaning products, and aerosols. I continued to have random allergic reactions here and there as it wasn’t feasible to follow a diet that strict in a household like mine.
Then came the end of 2019, I was having trouble with my stomach and would randomly gag from November til Jan 2020. I would literally start throwing up even if I had nothing in my stomach. I went to doctors but they kept thinking I was pregnant and would say my vitals were fine therefore there’s nothing wrong. One day mid Jan, I had throw up for the last time but there was something different..I couldn’t get up. I lost all strength in my legs and half of my strength in my arms. I went to the hospital and they did X-rays and scans just to say there was nothing wrong and it might be a virus that hit my nervous system. The next day they boot me out with nothing. I had to learn how to walk all over again like a baby until I gained my strength with only the help of my family which took about a month. Throughout that time I was still feeling sick and gagging/throwing up.
This is the point when my mom decides to get a referral to a GI and they look through my records from the hospital to find out I was backed up with waste up to my ribs. They did a horrifying flush on me and prescribed me linzess. It was getting me to poop more frequently but I still was feeling pretty sick often, it was manageable though.
I get to college, it was a shit show, I start to get more symptoms, like brain fog and fatigue. I thought it was all in my head at this point and tried my best in school but had low performance when I was used to easy A’s. I began to have yeast infections every so often. I start getting into vaping, smoking weed, and the occasional drinking. The vaping became chronic and whenever I would drink I would have alcohol poisoning like symptoms that were uncontrollable to the point where a couple of times I ended up in the hospital to get my stomach to stop contracting. I stopped all drinking and started becoming a religious smoker to deal with my symptoms, school, work, and every other stress in my life. All it did was make my health plummet even faster.
I finally got diagnosed with SIBO at the end of 2021 and thought “finally something!”, the GI thought to cure it was to give more laxatives to get my bowels to move more frequently. Instead it would turn me into a balloon that was about to burst but could not push anything out. The GI gave up anf I decided to move on. At this point I had to take a break from school because I was so tired whenever I woke up in the morning that I either slept completely through my alarms or I couldn’t physically get up out of bed. I constantly was having stomach issues. My yeast infections started coming at least 2x a month. I had so bad urinary incontinence that I had to wear diapers. I was dealing with so much stress with family, working, trying to make ends meet, trying different doctors that never helped and telling me different things. I was dealing with a psychologically abusive bf. Nobody believed how bad I felt everyday. How hard it was for me to eat, think, overall function like a human being. My bf seen it everyday but refused to acknowledge that when he says he understood that his actions would always say otherwise. It all mentally broke me and I crashed hard.
This brings me to practically the present. I cut contact with the EX bf and parents. I’m low contact with the rest of my family. I quit vaping for good, but the damage is already done. I am now on Wellbutrin and trying to pick up the pieces that are shattered. It’s been 6 months but my symptoms are worsening instead of getting better. I can’t hold down a 9-5 job, my stomach can’t and won’t tolerate anything. I starve myself most days, drink water and electrolyte drinks whenever my stomach take it.
Everyday I feel weak, exhausted, brain fog so bad that I can’t count to 5, stomach hurt. The last thing that made me question my entire existence, Saturday night I was starving so I made rice thinking it was the safest thing. The next morning I felt so drunk that I couldn’t function, I was so dehydrated and in so much pain I went to urgent care. The doctor looked at me as if I was on drugs, refused iv, and told me my symptoms were caused by trauma, it’s all in my head. She refused a work note as well. I felt a tad bit better after some electrolytes from home and went to sleep for work. I slept through my alarms and woke up 2.5 hrs late (total 14 hrs). I couldn’t move my body, text manager. She called after the shift explaining that she isn’t letting me go because of my illness, bc I failed to tell her about the day prior so she could plan accordingly. She wants me to focus on my health, it would’ve been kind if I wasn’t already drowning in debt and couldn’t even afford rent.
The reason why I wrote everything I could is because 1. I believe a lot of this is relevant to each other regarding SIBO and Candida in some way 2. It will help me for my future
If you made it this far CONGRATS 🎉🎊 🥳 And thank you for the support!

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Chapter 20: The Storm's Fury
Gribble huddled in the depths of the cave, his heart pounding wildly as the fierce thunderstorm raged outside. The heavy rain and ear-splitting thunder created a scary symphony, unlike anything Gribble had ever heard before. Each booming thunderclap made the cave walls shake, and small rocks fell from the ceiling. Gribble's eyes darted around the small space, looking for any sign of safety, but the storm's anger seemed to fill every nook and cranny. Fear gripped his heart as he worried that the whole hillside might cave in, trapping him alive in the cave. The damp air was thick with the smell of wet dirt and the sharp tang of fear, and Gribble's skin tingled with goosebumps as the temperature dropped. He wrapped his arms around himself, trying to stay warm and calm his frazzled nerves, but the storm's power only seemed to grow stronger with each passing moment.
The shadowy figure stood tall at the mouth of the cave, its form unmoving despite the heavy rain that pounded the outside. Gribble squinted his eyes, trying to figure out what the creature was through the curtain of darkness and the never-ending rain, but the details stayed hidden. The figure's posture was steady and scary, its broad shoulders and muscular build hinting at a tough enemy. Gribble's heart raced as he watched the figure, his mind imagining all sorts of terrifying possibilities. The creature's stillness was creepy, as if it was waiting for just the right moment to attack. A wave of dread washed over Gribble, and he instinctively pressed himself further into the cave's shadows, desperate to avoid being seen. The figure's presence was a stark reminder of the dangers that lurked beyond the cave's walls, and Gribble's survival instincts kicked into high gear as he thought about his next move.
A blinding flash of lightning tore through the night sky, filling the cave with an eerie, otherworldly light. For a split second, the creature's identity was revealed, and Gribble's eyes widened in horror as he took in the sight before him. Standing at the cave's entrance was a dark blue Thundercat, its muscular body rippling with power beneath its sleek, electric blue fur. The Thundercat's eyes gleamed with a predatory intensity, reflecting the lightning's flash like two pools of melted gold. Gribble's gaze was drawn to the creature's long, razor-sharp sabertooth fangs, which glinted menacingly in the momentary light. The sight of the Thundercat sent a wave of primal fear rushing through Gribble's veins, and he felt his breath catch in his throat. The stories he had heard of these legendary beasts paled in comparison to the reality that stood before him, and Gribble knew that he was facing a creature of unimaginable strength and ferocity.
Gribble's panic reached a fever pitch, his breath coming in short, labored gasps as he stared at the Thundercat. The tales of these feared creatures flooded his mind – whispers of the electric sparks that danced through their fur, of their immense strength that was said to rival even the most fearsome Owlbear. Gribble's heart pounded against his ribcage, and he could feel the cold sweat beading on his forehead despite the chill in the air. He knew that he was facing a daunting adversary, one that could easily overpower him in a head-on confrontation. The odds of survival seemed to dwindle with each passing second, and Gribble's mind raced as he desperately tried to come up with a plan. The Thundercat's presence loomed over him like a suffocating shadow, and Gribble could feel the weight of its gaze boring into him, even from across the cave. He understood that he must act quickly and decisively if he hoped to escape this encounter with his life.
Reacting on instinct, Gribble called upon his innate power to conjure bean-sized fireballs. With a flick of his wrist, he sent a barrage of the tiny, flaming projectiles hurtling towards the cave entrance, where they burst into brilliant flashes of light upon impact. The fiery assault illuminated the cave, casting dancing shadows on the walls and bathing the Thundercat in an orange glow. The heat from the flames was intense, and Gribble could feel the scorching air brushing against his skin. The fireballs sizzled and crackled as they hit the stone, sending sparks flying in all directions. For a moment, the cave was filled with a dazzling display of light and sound, a stark contrast to the dark, scary storm that raged outside. Gribble's heart pounded with a mixture of fear and excitement as he watched the fireballs explode, hoping that the sudden attack would be enough to distract the Thundercat and give him a chance to escape.
Gribble's mind raced as he sent the fireballs towards the Thundercat, desperately hoping that the sudden attack would give him the distraction he needed to make his escape. He focused his thoughts, tapping into his teleportation powers and trying to picture a safe place outside the cave. However, the tiredness and the fear that gripped his heart made it hard to concentrate. Gribble's brow furrowed as he tried to gather the needed energy, but his body felt heavy and sluggish, as if he was moving through water. The image of the safe haven he sought flickered in his mind's eye, tantalizingly close but just out of reach. Gribble gritted his teeth, pushing himself to the limits of his mental and physical strength as he struggled to keep his focus. The cave seemed to spin around him, and he could feel the cold tendrils of despair creeping into his heart as he realized that his teleportation powers might fail him in this critical moment.
Gribble's heart sank as he watched the Thundercat emerge unharmed from the fiery assault. The creature's electric blue fur crackled with energy, the sparks dancing across its body like tiny bolts of lightning. The Thundercat's eyes blazed with an otherworldly intensity, and it let out a deafening roar that shook the very foundations of the cave. The sound was unlike anything Gribble had ever heard before – a primal, guttural cry that seemed to echo through his very bones. The cave walls trembled, and small rocks and debris rained down from the ceiling, adding to the chaos of the moment. Gribble realized with a sinking feeling that the Thundercat was not only unharmed but enraged by his attack. The creature's muscles rippled beneath its fur as it prepared to charge, and Gribble knew that a battle was now unavoidable. He steeled himself, summoning every ounce of courage and determination he possessed, knowing that he must fight with all his might if he hoped to survive this encounter.
The Thundercat sprang into action, its powerful legs propelling it towards Gribble with a speed that defied belief. The creature moved with a fluid grace, its body a blur of electric blue as it closed the distance between them in mere seconds. Gribble barely had time to react before the Thundercat was upon him, its razor-sharp claws slashing through the air with deadly precision. He threw himself to the side, narrowly avoiding the initial attack, but the Thundercat's agility was unmatched. The creature pivoted mid-leap, its tail lashing out like a whip and its claws finding purchase on the cave wall as it redirected its momentum. Gribble's heart raced as he realized the true extent of the Thundercat's physical prowess – its reflexes were lightning-fast, and its strength was beyond anything he had ever encountered. The creature's eyes locked onto Gribble, and he could see the predatory gleam within them, the raw hunger for the hunt. Gribble knew that he must keep moving, keep dodging, if he hoped to stay alive long enough to find a way to counter the Thundercat's relentless assault.
Despite the fatigue that weighed heavily upon him, Gribble mustered the last reserves of his energy and called upon his earth vine powers. He focused his mind, reaching out to the cave floor and seeking the dormant life that lay beneath the stone. With a surge of effort, Gribble summoned a single, thick green tendril from the ground, watching as it burst forth and snaked its way towards the Thundercat. The vine wrapped itself around one of the creature's muscular legs, momentarily halting its advance and giving Gribble a fleeting moment of hope. However, the Thundercat's strength was too great, and it easily ripped through the vine with a snarl of annoyance. The severed tendril fell to the cave floor, writhing like a dying snake before going still. Gribble's heart sank as he realized that his earth vine powers, once a reliable ally in battle, were no match for the Thundercat's raw power. The creature's gaze turned back to Gribble, its eyes narrowing with a mixture of anger and predatory anticipation, and he knew that he must find another way to defend himself before it was too late.
Gribble's mind raced as he desperately searched for a way to gain the upper hand against the relentless Thundercat. In a last-ditch effort, he summoned another volley of bean-sized fireballs, pouring every ounce of his remaining energy into the attack. The tiny flames erupted from his fingertips in rapid succession, streaking through the air like miniature comets and striking the Thundercat's fur with sizzling precision. The creature hissed in pain as the fireballs singed its coat, but its anger only seemed to grow with each passing second. Gribble's exhaustion began to take its toll, his movements becoming sluggish and uncoordinated as he struggled to maintain the barrage. His vision blurred, and his limbs felt heavy, as if he was moving through molasses. The Thundercat pressed its advantage, its claws and fangs flashing in the dim light of the cave as it lunged towards Gribble with renewed ferocity. He knew that he could not keep up this pace for much longer, and a sense of despair began to creep into his heart as he realized that his efforts might not be enough to save him from the Thundercat's wrath.
The Thundercat seized the opportunity presented by Gribble's faltering defense, delivering a devastating blow that sent the young adventurer flying across the cave. Gribble felt the air rush from his lungs as he slammed into the unyielding rock wall, his body crumpling to the ground in a heap of pain and exhaustion. Stars danced before his eyes, and he gasped for breath, each inhalation sending shockwaves of agony through his battered frame. Gribble's mind reeled as he tried to assess the extent of his injuries, but the pain was too great, too all-consuming. He could taste the coppery tang of blood in his mouth, and he knew that he was badly hurt. The Thundercat's shadow fell over him, and Gribble looked up to see the creature looming above, its eyes glinting with a mixture of triumph and bloodlust. He tried to move, to crawl away, but his body refused to cooperate, and he collapsed back to the ground, his strength utterly spent. Gribble's heart pounded with the realization that he might not survive this encounter, and a cold sense of dread settled in the pit of his stomach.
Gribble lay broken and helpless on the cave floor, his vision swimming as he teetered on the brink of unconsciousness. The Thundercat stood over him, its electric blue fur crackling with energy as it prepared to deliver the final, fatal blow. Gribble's mind raced, desperately searching for a way out, for some last-minute miracle that could save him from this dire fate. He tried to summon his powers, to call upon the earth or conjure another fireball, but his body was too weak, too battered to respond. The Thundercat's eyes bore into him, and Gribble could see the raw, primal hunger that burned within them – the desire to end his life and claim victory. His heart hammered in his chest, and he could feel the cold tendrils of fear wrapping around his soul as he stared death in the face.
Would he find a way to overcome the Thundercat, or would his journey come to a tragic end in the depths of the cave? The fate of the young goblin hung in the balance, and only time would tell if he had the strength and cunning to emerge victorious.

4-year active duty 0311 vet here. When was in, I always found going to the rifle-pistol range to qualify to be a calming experience, and I qualified as an expert on my rifle each year. (Expert pistol one year)
A few years after I EAS'd, I volunteered for the International Legion of Territorial Defense of Ukraine. I was in Ukraine for 4 months in 2022 in the Kherson oblast getting shelled every few hours (day and night) in a trench or an abandoned warehouse, hotel, or apartment. I had to run for my life a couple of times because Russian drones would follow us around, and direct indirect fire on our position. I had a couple of comrades get wounded by shrapnel and eventually die from their wounds. I applied a TQ on a friend of mine who got hit in the calf/ankle area. I was only involved in one firefight while I was there. (My squad was ambushed by a Russian separatist militia. ) We just RTR'd and got the fuck out of there. 90% of my wartime experience was just getting shelled.
When I got home, I hated the sound of a loud motorcycle zooming by, the sound of a snowplow, or fireworks. Had a lot of nightmares as well. I went to the shooting range the other day to fire my Glock 17, and I was a nervous wreck. I got a bad headache, sweat like crazy, my hands shook, and my marksmanship was awful. Every time a gun fired next to me, my entire body would involuntary jerk, and I'd anticipate the fuck out of the recoil. No matter how much I practice, my basic marksmanship fundamentals just seem impossible to focus on.
It's been 2 years since I returned home from Ukraine, yet I think my mind now associates the sound of explosions with death and fear, which elevates my heart rate and puts me in a bad state of mind. I don't have flashbacks or anything, just anxiety. Before the war, shooting for me was like playing bowling on Saturday with friends. Now, it's a nerve-racking experience.
Have any of you GWOT combat vets ever experienced this after coming home from deployment? My therapist says we all handle trauma differently. I'm wondering if I'm the only one who lost marksmanship proficiency.

Just recently got a new job. I had been looking for over a year, and it's the first opportunity presented to me. I'm now only 2 days in and all I can think is I wish I never saw the email and was still jobless..
Trying to finish my AA so I can raise my GPA and pursue a bachelor's and even masters possibly close to full time. However I am low on money because I had not worked since 2022.
I was very overweight and had extreme mental issues. I fixed a lot of the physical stuff, and mental stuff has got slightly better do to bettering my life style and some medical diagnosis, but still not great.
I needed money though. What little I had is all but gone, and my mom has been letting me live at home for free. I spent what little I had on classes, and even then it was not enough for my last spring semester and the current summer one. My mom also assisted with those too.
I feel like such a a freeloader because I was not providing any money to myself, nor her and she was letting me live here for free and eat her groceries. It disgusted me, but I was in such a rough position working a job was impossible for me.
Now I got this new job. Working in IT for a college specializing in Dental medicine, and I am only 2 days in and hate it. Now a huge reason is because of 2 things outside of the job, and both sort of affecting each other.
1.) my exercise routine. I was biking 100 miles a week and working out 4 days a week on a very religious schedule, and seeing great results. My body fat percent was going down wonderfully, and I felt amazing health wise. Now I cannot do that unless I want to sleep less than 8 hours a night, which is already hard for me to get, especially because of my extreme anxiety and depressive issues. 2.) school. I am still 21 credit hours away from finishing my AA. I am currently taking pre calc, math being a subject I am very not good at, and I have almost no time to do it. I come home from work, and immediately heat up food and sit down to try and get in a lecture and finish homework, and I barely get it done. I have no time to workout or ride my bike or any exercise after work because it takes me all of my time to heat up dinner, prepare lunch for the next day, clean what needs cleaned, shower and do all the pre calc that needs done.
I am terrified the mental progress I have made is going out the door, as well as the physical fitness, and I'm scared I will fail precalculus lowering my GPA and forcing me to retake it. (Also wasting 500 bucks).
On top of all of that, the job has been nuts. I am 2 days in, and already my entire department seems to hate life. The IT director constantly jokes about firing people and us, all the people underneath him talk shit about each other, there is 0 onboarding process for a new hire, and I'm already doing so many projects I have had to skip lunch, and then get asked by 5 different hr people why I skipped lunch. They tell me to stay and do work and then ask me why I'm still here. I am also being told that as an hourly employee only supposed to work Monday through Friday, that June 2nd I have to work all day Sunday for the students graduation even though I have an exam due that night. So not only am I just out of the blue being forced to work a 6th day that week, but I have to come home and immediately take a pre calc test I will most likely be barley prepared for.
My mom tells me " if you think you need tutoring you should do it" like when the hell am I supposed to have time for that ?? I don't even have time to do anything else.
This is the first week on the job, I will be lucky if I finish all of my homework before Friday when it's do, and even then, I have an exam this Sunday already and will probably have to spend the entire day Saturday and Sunday preparing for it, and skip any chance and physical exercise, or spend time exercising and risk having to stay up all night and being under prepared.
My anxiety is through the fucking roof. I used to have panic attacks constantly, and luckily I have not reached that point, but I feel like my blood pressure is so high that my veins are about to Burst.
I mean I'm 2 fucking days in... How am I supposed to do this for the rest of precalculus. I mean honestly if I make it through this class and pass it I don't think any other class will lose a threat, but it's just insane...
Idk how people do this. I don't get why our society makes it impossible for people to find a job and work hard and have that job make time for school. I have to deal with corporate ass holes who want me to work to the bone just so I can afford to fail my classes... Like what the fuck.
I felt horrible being in the situation I was in not providing any money to myself or my mom... But fuck I want to literally blow my brains out now. Maybe it will get more relaxed, but I can't see that happening whatsoever until I get deeper into precalculus and see if i will even pass it ..
I have 0 people to count on too. No one is supportive whatsoever. No one to hug, or get reassurance from. My mom just says this is how it is and doesn't care. I can't talk to a therapist because anytime I say anything more than I'm sad they want to lock me in a psych ward because no one gives a rats ass about mental health in Florida, or America. I have no friends in real life within 500 miles of me. It's just me.
Idk what to do. Idk what to believe in. Idk how to calm myself, or cope. I can't do any of the things that we're making my life better.
The one thing I have still going strong is diet. I also wake up with enough time before work to at least go on a quick jog before I get ready and leave, but it isn't enough.
I feel like If I can't find some sort of relief or balance I'm going to be right back to crying and panic attacks In the bathroom in a matter of weeks.
I honestly hate life. I wish I could go back to younger me and tell him to sweat blood trying to get into a university with full scholarships so I could pursue The education I dream of full time and find a job I truly enjoy. That is still my long term goal, but I feel like I'm killing myself to get there.
I know so many people do stuff like this and make it though, but so all of those people have decades of issues with major anxiety and depression? Have they all thought about suicide since they were 13 ?
Maybe they have, but for fucks sakes if they have can they at least hug me or just reassure me everything will be okay ???
Because life is very difficult right now.
Also I typed this on my phone, so if some words seem out of place, I probably missed a letter here or there and phone auto corrected.

Some mornings, I just don't have time for my full skincare routine. The most time consuming parts for me are double cleansing and gua sha. While I can easily skip the latter, I can't entirely forego cleansing. Ideally what I'd like to find is a cleanser that doesn't require rinsing. Any suggestions? I'm particularly interested in budget friendly options - $20 absolute max. (I've read you actually are supposed to rinse micellar water, although I don't know if that's true or not?)
For context, I'm 48 with combination skin, somewhat oily-ish in the T-zone, and a little dull, if not outright dry, elsewhere, but overall, I'm lucky to have inherited good skin genes and don't have any major skin complaints. My routine is about the same, morning and night: after cleansing, I typically use Trader Joe's Rose Water Facial Toner, COSRX Snail Mucin Serum, The Ordinary Rosehip Oil (I gua sha at this point, if I'm going to do so), and either Olay Regenerist Vitamin C moisturizer or Gold Bond Overnight Retinol Lotion. And I generally shower at night, which is part of why I'd like something rinse free, to avoid dealing with rinsing over the sink. (My ADHD brain HATES rinsing over the sink, as irrational as that may be.)
Thank you!
(Note: I know I should add some sunscreen in the mornings, but I have only started getting more serious about skincare in the last few months. Previously, I assumed sunscreen wasn't that important unless I was going to be spending time outside and only recently learned differently. So I'm working on that part.)

Some mornings, I just don't have time for my full skincare routine. The most time consuming parts for me are double cleansing and gua sha. While I can easily skip the latter, I can't entirely forego cleansing. Ideally what I'd like to find is a cleanser that doesn't require rinsing. Any suggestions? I'm particularly interested in budget friendly options - $20 absolute max. (I've read you actually are supposed to rinse micellar water, although I don't know if that's true or not?)
For context, I'm 48 with combination skin, somewhat oily-ish in the T-zone, and a little dull, if not outright dry, elsewhere, but overall, I'm lucky to have inherited good skin genes and don't have any major skin complaints. My routine is about the same, morning and night: after cleansing, I typically use Trader Joe's Rose Water Facial Toner, COSRX Snail Mucin Serum, The Ordinary Rosehip Oil (I gua sha at this point, if I'm going to do so), and either Olay Regenerist Vitamin C moisturizer or Gold Bond Overnight Retinol Lotion. And I generally shower at night, which is part of why I'd like something rinse free, to avoid dealing with rinsing over the sink. (My ADHD brain HATES rinsing over the sink, as irrational as that may be.)
Thank you!
(Note: I know I should add some sunscreen in the mornings, but I have only started getting more serious about skincare in the last few months. Previously, I assumed sunscreen wasn't that important unless I was going to be spending time outside and only recently learned differently. So I'm working on that part.)

Female, 29 years old, on Cymbalta, Amitryptyline for bowel issues
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Have had symptoms for 2 years, started as bowel problems and weight loss with no findings in tests (colonoscopy/gastroscopy/mri) and my weight levelled out.
Now I get bone pain and what feels like joint pain too, maybe a bit arthritic feeling. Sometimes deep in long bones of leg.
More recently, I also get rashes that come and go alongside recurrent staph boils. I sometimes wake up at night sweaty, usually when having vivid dreams. I’ve had night sweats on & off since 2018.
I’m a very anxious person and have OCD. I had a normal full blood count and protein electrophoresis. I had an incident of raised total protein, globulin, liver enzymes and lowered egfr but after a week my bloods were normal again. My WBC, platelets have always been in range and for the past 2 years have been between 6-8. Platelets are around 310.
Can I exclude any type of leukemia as causing my symptoms? I’m worried I could have chronic type that is not showing in bloods. This would explain all my symptoms I think so I’m worried sick.
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I haven’t been a regular shopper to Sephora for a couple of years now. I was using tret prescribed by Her (until I got pregnant) and I love it. Because of how well it had been working for me, I’ve been able to simplify my skincare routine. I use a Vitamin C serum from Naturium, a Eucerin Q-10 moisturizer and a Korean sunscreen in the morning and tret, Pacifica ceramide moisturizer and Drunk Elephant Marula oil at night (I skip the tret while pregnant). I’m out of my Vitamin C, almost out of moisturizer and almost out of the oil. What would you get? I haven’t been to Sephora in forever and the last time I got a gift card, I made an impulse purchase that I wasn’t really happy with. Are there any great products that you would recommend from these categories?

I’ve been wanting to post for a couple months now, but talk myself out of it every time but I’m really losing my mind now. I have a doctor appointment set for Monday but with the terrible health care in my town I’m not very hopeful but hopefully it can lead somewhere.
Female, about to be 27, overall healthy besides the fact I’ve been overweight my entire life. I have had a really bad vitamin D deficiency for a few years but was always bad at taking supplements.
In November after a long car ride I got out of the car and my legs felt very weak and like they were shaking inside it was really strong at first and then it calmed down but the whole night my legs felt like they were shaking/buzzing. The next day I felt normal, a couple of months later we did the same long trip and the same thing happened; I told myself it would go away in a couple of days but it didn’t really. My legs felt like they were buzzing non stop for a few weeks, then the twitching began. I had made a dr appointment for the initial buzzing sensations and I got an ultra sound done to check for blood clots. The ultra sound found nothing. A few days before that appointment I started getting random twitching in both my legs. I don’t really remember where but I think my calves and thighs. I hadn’t even mentioned it at my appointment. I’ve always had terrible health anxiety and I was having some insurance issues, I just got married so the change over messed some things up so I didn’t go back for my follow up.
The twitching started in mid December and was only in my legs for what I can remember. A couple of weeks later it started all over my body. Legs, arms, hands, eyes, tongue, and face, butt, stomach, back, shoulders, neck. You name it, it’s twitched.
I’ve spent countless hours reading and freaking the hell out that it’s the big bad. It consumes me from time to time when the twitching gets bad. It’s so weird, it seems as though it happens in phases now. It will get really bad for a few days to a week and then calm down for a few days to a week and then repeat like a cycle. I wouldn’t say anything has gotten “worse”. I do feel like my muscles feel different. Not “weak”, definitely not clinically weak. I can walk on tippy toes and heals, I can pull myself up but I just feel like I get way more sore way quicker than ever before. Could be getting older and the weight of my body? Could be something more?
I used to be able to calm myself down by thinking it’s BFS but it seems most have a hot spot? Or only one area will twitch at once while for me it’s like my knee will twitch then half a second later my arm will and they will jump all over from place to place. Like I said I’ve mostly talked myself out of it being something serious by telling myself I have no clinical weakness, etc. but today I was watching my calves and they were just moving like crazy. Little pops here and there up and down my calf. Most of them I could feel but a majority I couldn’t. And seeing this has really really freaked me out. Since reading about *** more and more I’m back on being convinced it’s what it must be. Also, my hands feel weird a lot of the time, like my dexterity is off. I occasionally get tightness and cramping feeling in my calf, mostly my left.
Another odd symptom I’ve developed is eye floaters. Occasionally I think I’m having problems swallowing but only my saliva and I don’t know if that’s from me getting freaked out. I’ll also have a few days where my facial muscles are twitching like crazy and my jaw/teeth almost feel like they’re clattering?
If anyone took the time to read this, thank you and I’m sorry again for the long post just a fellow person freaking out and hoping a doctor will listen to them. I don’t really know what I’m hoping to gain from this post, maybe others who have had similar symptoms and a similar order of them. I don’t know.
I’m editing to add that I have been taking magnesium and vitamin d supplements for at least four months now. I started them back after these symptoms started and haven’t noticed a difference.

Took Pepcid 20 mg 2x a day for a month, then a week and a day taking 10 mg 2x a day, then 1x 10 mg for two days before stopping. Had to stop due to random abdominal cramping, increase in bloating, and increasing constipation on it.
Since I stopped taking after Saturday night though, I have felt an increase in anxiety, waking up at 3 am with night sweats the past two nights, and random on and off left groin pain. At least the cramping and constipation is gone.
I messaged my primary and he has never heard of withdrawal from Pepcid, but I'm skeptical. Currently I'm on mirtazapine 7.5 mg and Seroquel 25-50 mg as needed for insomnia.