I have been battling GI and Neurological issues that I believe is the result of Long Covid for the last 8 months now. It seems like every time that I recover from one issue I am inflicted with another affliction with the latest being a persistent and relentless back pain that has been going on for nearly 4 weeks.
About 6 weeks ago I tried to come off my PPI (endo diagnosed mild gastritis in Dec) and started introducing HCL, enzymes and probiotics. Shortly after, I started having pain in the center of my stomach that was sensitive to the touch. I thought it was a gallbladder attack so got an US that was unremarkable and then got a MRI which was also unremarkable. About 2 weeks later (4 wks ago) my pains migrated to my back and have been there since. It started with an intermittent burning sensation between my shoulder blades (felt like rug burn/road rash across my back). This pain has only progressed and become more persistent. The pain now alternates between a a dull ache (like a bruise from an impact across my back) and the burning sensation. I have found a vertebrae that is sensitive to the touch near the pain areas but believe this is all GI related due to all of the other issues. I now also have pains that ride up my left shoulder blade from lower rib to my left shouldetrap and neck. I also get occasional burning pains under my ribs both sides and the occasional pains below my sternum.
I can’t make sense of any of this and lost support of my GI doc with recent negative scans and he couldn’t provide a logical explanation. I was very healthy before all of this and now feel like I am going crazy or my body is just quitting on me.
Does this sound like gastritis or something else (ulcer, pancreas, etc)? If gastritis how long can it persistently last and/or is there anything I can do to ease the pain (pain level is only 2-4 but relentless)?
I greatly appreciate any feedback or advice.

Hi all, I'm 23/F and recently had to stop taking Vyvanse(I'm on Adderall XR now) due to a shortage in my area.
I heard that normally when people go off of a stimulant medication, that they have the urge to binge or eat a lot more. But I'm experiencing the opposite - my appetite still feels very low even off of vyvanse. I'm still having to force myself to eat and when I do, the amount I normally eat makes me gag and feel sick.
On vyvanse, appetite suppression was a bonus for me because I also have BED. The appetite suppression never subsided after a week of being unmedicated though, and now on Adderall I'm still experiencing a major loss of appetite.
I don't really see it as being that bad, but eating has suddenly become a lot harder than it used to be. I literally would rather just be hungry sometimes - because I'm still getting hunger pains. But I feel full after a few bites?
Is this a normal reaction? Did vyvanse permanently mess up my appetite?

Context: I see a shrink via video and he has me on adderall. I am required to see a doctor in person every 20 months. I am told that the in person visit will require a drug test.
Question: I’ve been using delta 8 and 9 with cbd for pain and mood management. Will/Can this drug test be shared with my employer?
This is NOT an employment screening. This is a requirement for adderall, but worried that they might tell my employer that delta 8/9 was on my drug test since this is part of my health insurance.
Any guidance/legal knowledge on this would be very appreciated.

Hi guys,
I took Wellbutrin for a brief period of time 5 years ago. The stuff changed my life, but after the prescription ended I decided to try to raw dog life. I unfortunately have found myself in another depressive state and have had to resort to anti depressants once more to keep myself stable, safe and afloat. My doctor prescribed me Wellbutrin, and on the prescription it said the words “Wellbutrin”. No other name, nothing. I even have a picture of it on my phone.
I go to fill out the prescription and the pharmacist asks me if I have any health insurance. I don’t, but I was willing to pay up front for it no matter how much it was. I get my prescription and take it…. 8 hours in I felt like I was going to simultaneously have a heart attack and vomit. I had hot flashes, an accelerated heart beat and nausea with stomach pains and had an anxiety attack.
This was an immediate red flag to me because Wellbutrin has never made me have side effects like that ever in the time I was on it. I read the bottle and realize the word “Wellbutrin” isn’t on it at all. Instead, it read “Teva bupropion”. I search it up and it’s the generic brand.
I was absolutely pissed the pharmacist did this without consulting me or without my consent. I called the pharmacy and asked why I was having all these side effects and the answer I got was “well you shouldn’t be having those side effects”. Great answer, Jack ass. I did some more research and found that these side effects are consistent with Teva Bupropion and that a lot of other people on Wellbutrin haven’t been able to handle the generic brand because it also gives them wierd side effects too.
I just want to know if the pharmacist was gaslighting me because he was a Jack ass for not warning me ahead of time and did this without my knowledge and he’s trying to save his own ass, or if anyone else has had the same experience. It honestly feels like I’ve taken 9 tablets of adderall and I feel like I’m going to die. Is this common?

Currently getting really anxious. I had a big dinner which consisted of ribs, fries, dr pepper, and some ice cream for dessert. I ate a little of everything but still got very full. I’ve been constipated the past few days and rn i’m on the toilet since my anxiety is helping it get out of me (lol). I started experiencing like almost a gas pain around my stomach. I don’t think it’s my stomach itself and I have been passing gas. Could I just be getting extremely bloated? I haven’t been exposed to the sb* and i’m not worried about fp. I just dislike this gas pain around my stomach :// it’s freaking me out and i’m trying to rationalize that the sb is dying down in my area and people who are sick usually don’t go out.

Hey everyone, I’ve been having some issues recently and it’s been effecting my daily life. Right when I wake up I feel really sick and nauseous. I haven’t been able to eat properly in a while either. I went to my doctor and got prescribed a proton pump. Worked for a while but slowly stopped working. I’ve been trying to drink more water and low-fat milk. I’ve also been eating more bread and that’s been helping. The main symptoms I get are Nausea, dizziness, loss of appetite, chest pain, pain under my rib cage, worsening anxiety and depression, and worsening motion sickness. Any help is greatly appreciated.

I was at work when I suddenly felt really bad heartburn and feeling really bloated and gassy. I had two bowel movements at work and was still in extreme discomfort and pain so I went home thinking I had to just get it out. I hadn’t eaten anything all day except the pre workout drink I mixed with an “essential greens” powder before I went to the gym at 6am.
It wasn’t until 2p that I remembered I had added apple cider vinegar to my pre workout drink (my estimate is I probably used at least three teaspoons. Eventually got the gassiness under control and now the only symptom I have left is consistent with severe GERD. I feel like the apple cider vinegar probably burned the lining of my stomach. I’ve since taken some Tums and drinking plenty of water. I also wear a rib brace around my stomach and ribs tightly during my workout and I feel like that contributed by letting the pre workout sit up “higher” in my stomach from the compression.
If I go to urgent care would they be able to prescribe something that would help with the burning? I have no history with heartburn and don’t normally consume ACV. TIA. This is miserable!

just wanna rant again. all day i’ve had sharp pains in my stomach. the later it gets at night the worse i feel so ofc now i’m panicking. like these weird sharp pains mainly in my left ribs but then kinda everywhere else. i’m gassy and feel like shit. i’m exhausted and i barley did anything today since i worked from home today. i’m like tryna stay calm and tell myself it’s cause i’m constipated but ofc i still wanna take a zofran. ugh i just wish recovery was a sky rocket line that you just get better. but no it’s not linear. now i’m going back into my old ways and posting on here. i hate anxiety life is just a mind game.

Obviously this is a last resort. I’m looking for a quick fix when i find myself in a dangerous mental episode that can just relief me from my chest pains and what im feeling. Ecstasy? Adderall? Hallucinogens?
any subtances that can give me a boost of energy along side would be great.

Hello, I’m 20 AFAB, I take paroxetine and trazodone and have arm pain which is diagnosed as tennis elbow, as well as back pain which I have been dealing with since a car accident two years ago.
Recently, starting a week ago, I have been getting random, sharp pain which shoot across my body. At first I dismissed it as a one time thing and didn’t worry about it much, then it happened the next day and so on. They feel almost like an electric shock. They usually feel like they start in my neck, back and sometimes rib cage and spread across my upper body. I don’t know if it’s the cause but they usually happen when I move suddenly or quickly. Any Advice us appreciated.

35F, 5’ 5”, 120lbs. Northeast Ohio, USA. Only chronic issue is gastritis. October 2022, so nice outside and decorating for Halloween in a sports bra. Something stung me on the ribs, it was pretty painful. It was a flying insect, that’s all I could tell. Since then, I’ve had a persistent rash, which gets itchy and more red after showering. I was figuring this would go away, but it hasn’t. The rash isn’t raised, unless I itch which I refrain from 99% of the time. I have not seen a Dr about it, as when the time it happened I didn’t develop an anaphylaxis type response.

The Hanging Tree By John Westrick

The ball streaked towards little Jimmy Hanson, covering the distance uncomfortably fast. The scrawny boy two sizes too small with the aviator glasses, cringed out of the way. It landed directly where he had been standing, and like that the game ended.
“Damnit Jimmy, you're supposed to catch the ball not hide from it!” a fat kid with a glove on one hand cried.
A skinny boy with glasses turned from the pitcher's mound to look at Jimmy disdain clearly visible on his face, “This is the third run you’ve allowed, and you wonder why we never let you play with us. You’re dog shit! Actually, I apologize to all loads of shit out there, you’re even more useless. I’d prefer to have Roger Morris on our team and he can’t see a damn thing with those bug eyes.”
An easy-going boy with blonde shaggy hair and a confident smile strolled up to Jimmy, extending his hand to assist, and said, “Here let me help you up. After all, you're the best player on our team. MVP hands down. Come on boys, give him a cheer!”
The boys chanted Jimmy’s name in a mocking parade of triumph.
“I don’t need your help, David,” said Jimmy.
Dirt smeared and face growing hot, the embarrassed boy attempted to climb to his feet. The hand extended to help, struck lightning-fast, catching the smaller boy squarely in the chest. With a groan of pain, the dirty boy hit the ground for the second time that afternoon.
“Well, if I knew you liked to eat dirt so much, I never would’ve offered to help,” said David, a wolfish smile forming on the landscape of his face.
A chorus of cruel laughter echoed all around.
“I hate you David Baxly,” said the wheezing boy.
David looked at Jimmy with disgust, giving him a savage kick to his left kidney. “Why don’t you do us all a favor and die. I doubt even your family would miss you.”
The rest of the boys walked away leaving the bleeding Jimmy whimpering on the ground.
No longer crying from pain but seething anger, slowly he began to crawl to his feet. “I wish I could go somewhere else. Just pick up and move and never have to see those shitheads ever again,” said Jimmy speaking to no one in particular.
It was thoughts of revenge that occupied his mind, half-baked plans, he didn't have the courage to act upon. No matter, it wasn’t revenge he truly sought, but a friend. The idea of having people look at him and truly see him. Humiliation for David Baxly was just an added bonus.
The bloody boy was still fantasizing about these things, when he found himself staring at the intersection of Jackson and main street in the sleepy town of Brookhollow, Tennessee. Brookhollow is like many rural towns, so tiny that it doesn’t even appear on the map. There are 876 residents in the tight-knit community, according to the 2008 census. Main street boasts one general store, a gas station, the town hall, and Debbie’s Diner.
It was on the outside of the later building that he saw the missing sign of Jack Dunkin, a 12-year-old boy from a neighboring town a few miles to the west. Jack was from Polk, a slightly larger town and known rival to Brookhollow. Even though Jack was in the same grade as Jimmy, they had never met.
Jimmy looked at the picture and saw that the boy had been missing for nearly 3 months. He wondered how his mom would react if he was missing that long; he reached the conclusion that she probably wouldn’t even notice. Ever since she took that job at Debbie’s to pay for the remainder of her husband’s gambling debts, she was hardly even home.
She was gone when he woke and didn't come back too well after he was asleep. The only time Jimmy had any communication with Laura Hanson was on Sundays. Even this small exposure was tainted by the bone deep exhaustion. She may have been present, even so, she wasn't there. Laura wakes, eats, drinks, uses the bathroom; yet she isn't really living. She reminded the boy of those cheesy horror movies they sometimes play late at night. The walking dead.
As little as his interaction with Laura, at least she still lived in the ramshackle motorhome right off the main highway. His dad, if he even still qualified to be called that, left some time back, draining the joint bank account and leaving the two of them penniless. Jimmy didn’t even know where he stayed, let alone had a phone number for the bastard. A few years back he received a postcard from him. He was shelled up in some two-bit motel in the thriving city of Las Vegas. On the back of the card was a charming little note, it said, “Jimmy, I wish you could see the city. Maybe you could come out and visit. I’d love for you to come and hang with my friends. Ps. Could you have your mom send me some money, I’m in a little bit of trouble here.
This led to his first real fight with his mom. He was adamant on going and meeting his father, thinking that if he got to know him he could change him. Bring him back. His mom wanted nothing to do with the man, nor did she want her son to be hurt again. The argument got heated and words were exchanged. In the end, he stayed, but some things chafe over time. Things were never quite the same.
If the boy was honest with himself, he would have to admit there is no one in his life. He has no friends in school, there is no one waiting for him at home, and he is not a part of any extracurricular activities. He goes to school, comes home, does his homework, makes dinner for his mom, and goes to bed. It has never occurred to him that he is lonely, the fact is he has never known anything else.
Jimmy doesn’t actually live in Brookhollow, his house is about two miles north up highway 29. He lives outside of the school’s jurisdiction, so he is unable to take the bus. He walks to school every day. The walk is peaceful and he actually looks forward to it. The boy possesses an overactive imagination and gets lost in his fantasies. A little less today, his ribs ache with every step. But not even this inconvenience can ruin the solitary 2-mile trek back home. He makes no turns, highway 29 is main street. All he needs to do is walk straight and he will arrive at his house.
But he is not walking in rural Tennessee anymore. He is a pioneer exploring the Great Frontier. Native Americans and wolves stalk him at night, he must be aware of the dangers that lie beyond every turn. He can see his way through any situation with the help of his trusty companion and best friend, One-eyed Pete. Pete used to be an outlaw that robbed and cheated people, but changed his ways when Jimmy saved him from being hung on the hanging tree.
A shutter runs through his body every time he remembers the hanging tree. It’s the largest oak he had ever seen. He loves to climb trees but would never dream of climbing that one. It is twisted, not a single leaf on its branches. If evil was ever a location, it would be at the heart of that gnarled tree. Jimmy doesn’t like to think about it. It always seems to ruin his mood. Poison his mind. His fantasies always turn darker when he thinks of the oak.
Suddenly he is aware of exactly how alone he is. A full mile out from the safety of the town. No one is nearby. It’s just him, the trees, and his own tormented imagination. He wishes he wouldn’t have thought of that tree. He wishes he had a dad to pick him up from school, but there is no rescue for him. In Jimmy’s experience, heroes only exist in the story books.
“The hanging tree is in your mind, Jimmy, it isn't real,” he tells himself over and over as if to ward away evil. And why not? For that tree is most definitely evil, the hideous villain in an insidious plot.
In the primal portion of his mind, he senses danger. The same skittish feeling the antelope experiences shortly before the concealed lion pounces and feasts on flesh.
“Trees don’t eat little boys,” murmurs the frightened boy.
“Maybe so, yet that oak could hardly be classified in the same league as other trees,” responds his own treasonous thoughts.
The boy's mind splinters; warring factions jockeying for supremacy. Paranoia seizes him, inky black hands clawing the air out of his lungs. A young boy unaware of the inward mutiny happening amidst his own wits, completely left to his own demented imagination. Yet, the stakes of this adventure are a great deal higher than any he has yet to experience.
His mother was fond of telling him, “What you think, you become.”
A truly awful thought slinks into his mind unbidden. What if the stories his mind conjures could gain reality too? The thought overwhelms the boy. His eyes shift back and forth searching for threats. Jimmy’s senses are keen to his surroundings. Every twig snapping, a creature stalking. Every bush rustling, a hungry beast ready to devour. Yet, the petty fears of a child's tormented mind pales to the unearthly wrongness of the hanging tree.
“What if mom is right?” says the concerned boy to the emptiness. At this unwelcome thought the boy slams his eyes closed in a futile attempt to banish the horrific idea.
“The hanging tree isn’t real,” says Jimmy, knowing in his heart this isn’t true. In the back of his mind, the boy is certain that the moment he opens his eyes, he will see it. He will see the strands of rope dangling from the gnarled branches. He will smell the smell of decaying bodies. He will hear the creak of rope swaying gently in the cool breeze.
The boy doubles his efforts in a vain attempt to keep his eyes closed. He sees red due to the strain he is putting on his muscles. He hears the steady pulse of his blood rushing in his head. The boy also understands that all this effort is for naught. He must open his eyes at some point. Jealousy creeps into the boy’s heart. Envy for the man born without sight. For the boy understands the moment he sees, there will be no coming back.
The moment has come.
Jimmy can no longer keep his eyes shut. Seconds before his eyes fling open, he feels the gentle touch of someone's hand on his shoulder. This touch startles him, and the boy throws wide his eyes.
Sure enough a few hundred yards in front of him, stands the abomination. A lone tree on the top of a bald, scarred hill. Not a living thing to be seen. No vegetation growing on the hill, no squirrels scuttling about, just a great oak, standing; an obscene gesture to the god of this world. The only fruit of this tree the decaying flesh of dead men, and likewise, the only cup the curdled blood of those hanging. A final meal set for the boy, an unholy communion.
The hand, whose was it? Was it even human? The little boy left visibly shaking at the touch of the unknown. Is this death? The icy grip of the Reaper himself here to harvest with his scythe. No marriage, no children, not knowing the pleasures of true friendship. Life cut short, a lamentable state of affairs.
It was in this line of thought, where true courage was mustered. A strength measured not by the size of his muscles or the amount one could lift, but the more impressive type, the type quantified in the amount of shit one can wade. Identified in the amount of crap hands dealt without bowing out altogether. Young Jimmy Hanson did the unthinkable, he turned and faced death looking it in the eyes.
Eyes, yes, but death perhaps not. It was no titan of horror, nor was it the poster child of demented evil. Child it was, but this boy was familiar. Not anyone from his class, yet he knew the boy. In a moment of clarity, he recognized him. It was the missing kid, Jack Dunkin.
He looked identical to the poster on the side of Debbie’s Diner. He wore the same black and white Van’s tee shirt, ripped blue jeans, and some tattered Nike tennis shoes. The thoroughly terrified Jimmy stood staring at the missing boy, mouth ajar.
Jack with an easy-going grin plastered on his face, said, “It's about time, someone comes looking for me. I've been waiting for you Jimmy, far too long.”
With an audible click the boy shut his gaping mouth and responded, “Ja- Jack, you've been missing for nearly three months. Have you been out here all along? Are you alone? Are you hurt?” Jimmy fired these questions in rapid succession, growing more suspicious with each word.
“I’ve been right here, waiting for you to come and play with me. You see, I am like you. I never had anyone to play with either. Now you are here, and you must stay with me,” said the bigger boy with a smile on his face.
Jimmy’s mind quieted, for the first time in his life he saw himself clearly. A boy with no friends, no father, hardly a mother, bullied every day, and no way of escape. Clarity revealed the harsh truth. A day had not gone by that he wasn’t lonely. There was no one in his life. There was no life for him.
The undersized boy looked at the other with longing in his eyes. He thirsted for a friend, like a man lost at sea. He hungered for companionship, like a man stuck in the wilderness. It wasn’t just a desire; he was desperate for a friend. If the bigger boy would leave, Jimmy felt as if his soul would tear in half. His heart would shatter into a thousand pieces unable to be put back together. The boys' eyes were a mirror reflecting the same sad truth, they understood each other. Both had lived, and neither had anyone to share it with.
The boys bound by shared hardships grasped onto each other refusing to let go. The combined burden of loneliness lessened by two backs, instead of one.
With few words exchanged, the two of them created soul ties. Not the ties of lovers, but of lifelong friends. The type one dies for. The rare type of friendship that most people never form in their entire life. It was rich. It was wholesome. Jimmy felt as if his life was complete. The one thing he always desired truly fulfilled.
Jack grabbed the smaller boy’s hand and guided him towards the tree.
Jimmy, not wanting to get anywhere near that monstrosity, tried to pull back.
“Don’t worry. The tree is a good place. It will take us to a new land filled with boys and girls just like you and I. No David’s or bullies like him,” said a smiling Jack.
“How did you know about David? You’ve been missing all this time,” said a concerned looking Jimmy.
“Jimmy, I hear whispers. My friends tell me things. They will tell you secrets too. If you want to be friends with me, that is.” The bigger boy looked down at his ragged shoes. He looked so pitiful and Jimmy was so starved for companionship, how could he not follow the boy.
Jack led the two of them to the scarred trunk of the tree. Here he let go of Jimmy’s hand, telling the boy, “Do exactly what I do.”
Jimmy’s fear bottled up deep in his guts. He felt as if he was going to explode. The tree was sinister and twisted. Evil through and through. Yet, the little boy had never had a friend. He was not willing to throw that away so easily.
Jack walked to the lowest hanging branch. He reached up and grabbed one of the dangling nooses. He wrapped it around his neck and looked at Jimmy. “Don’t worry, no pain is felt. The hanging tree is magic. You’ll close your eyes on this world, and wake up in a better place with me and all of my friends,” said a smiling Jack.
“Ja-Jack, I don’t think I can do this. It seems dangerous. I need to go back home soon. My mom will be waiting for me,” said a terrified Jimmy.
A heartbroken Jack looked at the smaller boy and said, “Jimmy, I can’t believe you would lie to me. Your mom isn’t home and she wouldn’t even notice that you are missing. Come with me. I am the only one who cares for you.”
Tears streaming down the smaller boy’s face, he responded, “Please don’t make me do it! This place frightens me. Can’t you just come home with me?”
“No! This world despises people like you and me. We weren’t made for it. We were made for the hanging tree. This is where you belong,” snarled the bigger boy.
Jimmy, eyes still running, reached with trembling hands for the dangling noose. He seized it. With one final glance at his friend, the little boy placed the loop around his neck. Immediately the noose drew tight. It felt as if the tree was hauling him up by it. The boy kicked and squirmed. Trying to shout for help, but his airflow was cut off. He managed to make a choking noise, then with one final twitch all was still. Still as the glassy surface of a lake on a spring day.
Little Jimmy Hanson had finally made a friend.
The two boys remained dangling together, gently swaying in the stale autumn breeze.

High Fat? Low Fat? Minimal Fat? that is the question
My main purpose for Carnivore WOE is for dropping excess poundage for a healthy vibrant weight. Thankfully I do not have any illness to reckon with 🤞. I am puzzled as to how to best 'melt' my excess fat.
My initial 3 month foray into strict carnivore did not bring any loss except for body volume recomposition around my face and upper arms.
My food intake was 0 carbs, organic/grass fed beef meat : 80/20 ground beef, steaks (skirt, tips, and on a splurge rib eye), calf liver, kidneys, pork rinds, bacon, eggs, little chicken (thighs) and occasional tongue and tripes, Generous amount animal fats, butter and cream, cow & goat cheese which I later reduced and then eliminated.
Dropped the occasional cafe/ mocha, kept the black tea with milk, then reduced it by drinking every so often decaffeinated black tea with a 'cloud' of creamy
In searching why so little results, I saw somewhere (wish I could remember where/who) that the leanest the protein the faster the body would turn to its own surplus of fats for energy therefore accelerating journey to being leaner.
So now I am totally confused as it seems to go against the high fat concept that seems prominent in Carnivore literature.
HELP… Does it make sense in strict carnivore? trying hard to not be discouraged.
What are your thoughts? Advice?
I am a 65F and want to release at least 75lbs not just for esthetics but for overall well being and getting back to being as active as I would like with minimal discomfort and/limitations that comes with extra lbs.
Yes I felt the overall benefit (skin, lack of pain in feet/legs, healthier hair). I 100% understand how our human race does not benefit from any of the so called vegetable oils, processed/ packaged/transtormed foods and other products stemming from large manufacturing agro-business along with plants and their defense mechanisms.
Thank you

My dad was recently diagnosed with lung cancer. I’m a 16 year old girl, and i’m genuinely so terrified of what’s ahead of me. His mom and sister both died from lung cancer due to heavy smoking, and he also smoked a lot throughout his life. The oncologist estimated that the cancer has been there for about a year, but we only caught it because the tumor was pressing onto his ribs and causing immense pain. He’s starting chemo tomorrow and I’m so scared. He’s never been in good health, he hasn’t really done anything with me since I was about about 8. He has back problems, diabetes, arthritis and now cancer. I always expected he would get it, as he has smoked for years, but i never thought it would be this soon. I don’t know exactly what to expect from chemo, and i’m just praying he responds well to it. I feel like it hasn’t really sunk in yet honestly, but I know watching him get sick from the chemo will be horrible. If anyone has any advice on going through chemo and cancer in general and staying positive I would really appreciate it.

35f, So 2 years ago I found a lump, I was sent to the breast clinic who did a ultrasound and told me I’ve have numerous cysts in both breast but if they didn’t bother me I should leave them. December 23 a complex cysts are as found (possibly blood filled or some kind of dark fluid) by chance but not by the breast clinic so I thought the same applied and it was ok. Then a few months ago I started to feel a little unwell, it’s progressed and just got worse every day, I had pain in my right breast (complex cyst? Side) that started about 3 weeks ago and I put it down to being due on so waited for my cycle, that has come and gone and the pain is still there and worse, radiating into my shoulder blade, rib cage and even affecting my arm, I asked my partner to feel and he can feel 2 lumps on that side, I’ve had diarrhoea for 6 weeks, lost a stone over the last 2 months along with half of my hair, my ankles have now started swelling, but the fatigue and headaches are something else! I spend a good 22 hours of the day passed out. I have my ultrasound in the breast clinic and I’m slightly worried to say the least, has anyone had similar symptoms? Also I should add my full blood count came back normal. Thank you for ready my long post 🥲 any advice is welcomed x

I’m planning on getting a small tattoo of my daughters birth flower and birth date on either my wrist or forearm, it’s been 10+ years since I’ve gotten tattooed and I remember never finding it painful but I haven’t ever had my arms tattooed. I currently have a hip tattoo, a rib tattoo and a piece on the upper half of my back and I don’t recall any real pain it was always just like a cat scratch, is the wrist/forearm area more painful then those areas? I know everyone’s pain tolerance is different and I feel like I have a decent one after giving birth but I’m oddly nervous!

So I've been doing the low fiber eating as instructed by my doctor but now I'm having trouble going and I have consistent pain under my rib. The day before I had to pee like 18 times and I went a few times but not as much as the days before. I need advice on how to fix this before I fly outta the country in the next few days. Metamucil? Citroma? I've been taking Miralax daily so I thought it would help but apparently it's not and this pain under my rib is making it hard to breathe full a breathe without discomfort

Sorry this is long, but wanted to be thorough. Let me know your thoughts.
Growing up I had chronic ear infections, in high school I was constantly sick, frequently with what seemed to be bacterial infections. I got my first yeast infection when I was 13 before ever being sexually active. I also struggled with oral thrush frequently in high school. I've also never been overweight and my diet growing up was mostly very healthy due to my parents, but I had a really bad sugar craving. My period started around 12 and up until I started taking oral contraceptive at 16, it was very heavy and very painful with strong PMS. I've also struggled to fall asleep my entire life, I did not nap as a child and to this day I cannot nap unless I am very sick.
When I was 17yrs old (female), I went to the doctor with abdominal pain, extreme lack of appetite and nausea if I did eat, trouble sleeping, concentrating, fatigue, depression. At the time I had been on oral contraceptive for about 2 years.. They did a blood test and the results were:
Serum Iron - 198mcg/dL (reference range: 26-169) HIGH
Iron Saturation - 55% (reference range: 15-55%) ALMOST HIGH
Ferritin 29ng/mL (reference range: 15-77) Normal
TIBC - 361ng/dL (reference: 250-450) Normal
UIBC - 163ug/dL (reference: 131-425) Normal
TSH - 1.85 uIU/mL (reference: 0.450-4.500) Normal
T4, free - 2.1ng/dL (reference: 1.2-4.9) Normal
MCV - 97 cumicron (79-97) ALMOST HIGH
MCH - 31.6 cumicron (26.6-33.0) normal
Monocytes - 6%
At the time the doctor decided I had high inflammation in my body and put me on an inflammation diet and a lot of supplements (it was a functional doctor that my parents liked). It seemed to work after 3 months of strict diet and supplementation. I switched to a hormonal IUD in 2019. Throughout college I struggled with low energy and low mood and after a year of therapy was diagnosed with clinical depression by my therapist. I decided to not take medication for it. I've also been experiencing abdominal pain that radiates down my legs for multiple years. The abdominal pain was so bad I went to get checked for endometriosis last spring but they can't diagnose it without surgery, but the IUD is correctly placed.
Two months ago (24 years old) I went into the doctors to get tested for hypothyroidism since my mother had it and I had developed Reynaud's syndrome (I've always had very cold sensitive feet though) a month after starting adderall for ADHD and low energy (started in January). I had also been experiencing wrist joint pain, hair loss, and low appetite, but did not think much of it. The results were:
TSH - 2.510 uIU/m (reference: 0.450-4.500) Normal (higher than at 17)
MCV - 98 fL (80-96) HIGH
MCH - 33.3 pg (27.5-33.2) HIGH
Monocytes - 8.3% (0.0-7.3%) HIGH
I weighed 131 lbs then.
However, the Reynaud's was not improving and I was still experiencing symptoms of back pain and joint pain and abdominal pain. I also was losing weight and experiencing hair loss.
The rheumatologists tests one months ago came back normal with no sign of autoimmune disease. She said the reynaud's is probably just the adderall increasing my blood vessel spasms. (my blood pressure was low for someone on adderall however: 100/65).
I weighed 123 lbs then.
Then I went to another doctor, two weeks ago, when I kept experiencing random muscle weakness and fatigue, had blood in my stool (which I had again today), joint pain in multiple joints and lower back pain and abdominal pain and pain in my sides near where the ribcage ends. Something is wrong. She took more blood tests and they came back with:
Serum Iron - 175ug/dL (reference: 27-159) HIGH
Iron Saturation - 67% (reference 15-55%) HIGH
Ferritin - 58ng/mL (reference: 15-77) Normal (higher than at 17)
TIBC - 263ug/dL (reference: 250-540) Normal (lower than at 17)
UIBC - 88ug/dL (reference: 131-425) LOW (much loser than at 17)
TSH - 4.05 uIU/mL (0.45-4.5) Normal (Almost double the past tests)
T4, free - 1.51ng/dL (0.82-1.77) Normal
APTT - 37 sec (reference: 24-33sec) HIGH
MCV - 96 cumicron (79-97) ALMOST HIGH
MCH - 32.5 cumicron (26.6-33.0) ALMOST HIGH
monocytes - 8% (0.0-7.3%) HIGH
This is not all the results but they are the most constantly high or changing ones. We also ruled out Addison's (my grandpa had it) and autoimmune markers are all coming back normal. I'm thinking I get checked for hemochromatosis. Any other thoughts or ideas about what the problem could be? I have stool samples being run right now.
Thank you.

Hello!
I'm 24, female, I don't have an existing medical issue, no alcohol, no smoke, no drugs etc. I am 1.58 cm and 44 kg, exercising regularly with a healthy diet.
However, I have a consistent back and lower rib pain only on left. It has been going on for months... It feels like I have to twist and pop the rib and it is going to helal magically. I have no shortness of breath, blood tests are also all clear.
Any ideas? My recent x-ray is here: https://imgur.com/a/HHO2sJ7
Thank you 💖