Pain in chest rib stomach

I have had some tests run recently, and I'm trying to understand what's going on. Last year I had a pretty bad SVT and was in the hospital and ambulance several times. It got so bad at one point they almost had to stop my heart to reset it. After this they did an ablation. However I'm still having chest pain and trouble breathing, so the doctors have ordered more tests run. I exercise and work out as much as I can, but I'm usually in pain during/afterwards. I just want to know if it will get better if I keep exercising. One of my tests a few months ago showed abnormal motion in the left ventricle as well as a conduction abnormality. Recently my exercise stress test showed mildly abnormal ventilatory efficiency (also on the test was listed I had above average exercise capacity). I was in pain after the test and for several hours when I got home. I'm 28, my vascular system seems to be in great condition, I eat healthfully and exercise regularly. I'm also a twin and have had some trouble breathing while exercising since I was young, so sometimes I wonder if maybe it has something to do with that?
Any answers would be great!
Thanks!

I've had symptoms of IBS for years, since I was probably 10 or so, and so I've gotten pretty used to the pain, etc. I've never been diagnosed as I never thought to bring it up. For me it's always been general torso pain, my stomach would ache so bad I'd need to lay down for a while to help pass gas, etc. Never really had consistent constipation or diarrhea unless something else was going on.
About 4 months ago I started feeling cramps - not particularly painful but noticeable and very acute in my left flank, and with it I noticed I was constipated. The pain has been intermittent but daily and hasn't stopped since January. The constipation is more in flares and started in February. When I'm constipated it's consistently thin and not as much as I'm used to, only fiber seems to help and even then they seem slightly thin (though could be over-thinking it.) I also noticed very tiny drops of pink and red for a few days when I wiped but I distinctly remember feeling a hemorrhoid around that time.
Has anyone else had an experience like this? I have a colonoscopy scheduled (no idea when but hopefully soon) so I know the best answer is just to wait but I can't help but worry about this, feels like my situation is different than just IBS or even IBD.

Long rant ahead.
I hope you're doing fine. I just want this to get off my chest because I've been mad about this for over a week now.
Last Saturday, I am in the bathroom for my morning ritual of answering the call of nature and preparing for shower when suddenly someone called my attention because someone is looking for me outside our house. I am literally in the middle doing my business and scoffed to my housemate "Can they wait?", and wait they did until I'm done (I didn't get to shower at the time since it must be something really important). I put on my clothes again, rushed though our door and opened it. Lo and behold, I saw three "Manggagawa" looking for me. I thought they must be looking for my mom (my mom is still a member) but they confirmed they are looking for me instead.
I stopped attending WS on January 2022 and they never visited until last Saturday. Also the the same year, the one recruited me noticed I haven't been attending and told her I will not be attending anymore so she asked me to write a "salaysay" (I forgot what it's actually called) telling the reason why I will not be attending "samba" anymore. For almost two and half years I thought she submitted that salaysalay, that's why these loons are at my door now.
They presented themselves as manggagawa and they came to you know, asked me how I've been and why I haven't been attending, and why "pagsamba" is important (those who have experienced dalaw already knew the drill). I told them that I haven't been attending WS because I'm no longer believe in whatever they are saying and the past years have been really rough for me. But they keep asking why until I calmly snapped at them that "I don't owe them explanation, I hope you can respect my decision". I also told them that I already submitted a salaysay but they brushed it off and told me that I'm still listed as a member. I was so livid at the time, I can't keep a straight calm face the whole time (but somehow I managed) they are yapping about that the importance of attending WS, I must be falling out of INC beuxase I don't have any INC "friends" and they wanted to reach out to me and be their "friend". I can smell the fakeness their breaths and they must be desperate for get me back to WS because from what I heard and read on this sub, INC is bleeding members. That's probably the reason why they visited me now after two whole years of not attending. They must be in panic mode. It took me almost 30 goddamn minutes to deal with them ( and the whole time I'm just let them talk and I barely engage anymore at that point because I am bored and annoyed at the same time. After that grueling experience, the main manggagawa is the one talking most of the time tried to even shake hands with me after to which I refuse. I just said I just got out of the bathroom (which I did) but really, the reason is I don't want them to think these people ever have a chance to recruit me back. They should've treated my salaysay before as a message that I don't want to be associated INC, Manalo, and the members anymore.
That encounter must be the final straw. This coming Saturday I will be attending a whole-day online webinar and workshop which is important to my career and I swear if these people came back unannounced again, I would snap (hopefully not because I don't want unnecessary conflicts in my life).
Even until today, INC has always been a pain in the ass. Hopefully I can be fully excommunicated.

Hello, I am 38M, 6'3 230 lbs.
On May 16th (yesterday) I accidentally inhaled some of my probiotic drink down my windpipe. I coughed immediately however I could feel some of the a burning sensation down the center of my chest which I assume is from the gingeblack pepper in the shot.
Roughly 2 hours after the incident I began having a sharp pain underneath my left rib cage at the bottom. This has persisted and gotten worse.
Throughout the night I began having pain in my middle left back. The area feels swollen and painful, it's difficult to explain. The pain under the ribs combined with back stopped me from sleeping.
My temperature is normal and I am not persistently coughing .
I recently had a chest cold. 2 weeks ago that lasted about 2 weeks.
I am a recent former smokevaper. I smoked from time of around 18 to 36. I have vaped for the past 2 years. I stopped and switched to the patch a couple of weeks ago because I wasn't sure if that was contributing to chest issues.
I am currently taking 200mg Doryx for an unrelated skin condition. I have been taking this medication since Feb 2nd.
I would appreciate any advice that you may offer. I'm concerned that I might have developed aspiration pneumonia.
The ingredients of the drink are: Organic Coconut Water, Organic Pineapple Juice, Organic Ginger Juice, Organic Turmeric Juice, Organic Echinacea Tea (Purified Water, Organic Echinacea Extract), Organic Orange Juice, Organic Lemon Juice, Organic Acerola Cherry Extract, Bacillus coagulans, Organic Ground Black Pepper.

I know that this shouldn't matter and that you should focus on yourself regardless of what your ex is doing, but I'm seeing this sentiment a lot on here. A lot of y'all seem to think "Look at my ex enjoying themselves. They don't even miss me or care about what we had together" and I feel like that couldn't be further from the truth.
If you and your ex had a long, fulfilling and enjoyable relationship, then they are almost certainly thinking about you. You might not see it because why would you? They aren't going to be posting sad quotes online about how much they miss you. They probably can't see your pain either if you're also keeping it hidden to yourself. It's easy to fake a smile and act unbothered when you're broken on the inside. I'm sure if my ex saw a pic of me going out and having fun, she would assume that I'm already over it even though she's all I can think about when I'm alone.
So please, just focus on yourself. They will miss you and what you two had together. Even if they've found someone new, that doesn't erase your time together or all the memories you shared. Even after a year, I would still get a pit in my stomach anytime my ex was mentioned, even though I found someone else who was so much better for me. On top of that, my ex was a toxic and unloyal piece of shit who moved on to a friend she told me not to worry about a week after breaking up. She was never deserving of my love and I hated her, yet I still missed her. And truth be told, she probably missed me too because she tried coming back into my life after her fling ended.
And I know this isn't the healthiest way to move on, but I just feel like a lot of people on this sub need to hear this. They do miss you and what you two had together, but your time with them is over and you need to move on.

Ciao Gang

It’s been a few weeks – IM Texas is done and dusted. As one would expect, I’m fully recovered. Not quite, but ouais yeah here goes my race recap
Swim – 1:22:05
T1 – 00:08:29
Bike – 6:51:34
T2 – 00:08:29 (exact same lol)
Run – 6:22:40
~Background Info~
Very sporty and athletic 26 year old who weighs give or take 185 lbs on any given day. Have run two 70.3’s with generally good and comfortable results. Have ran like a dozen marathons and all-around active person. Fitness is “in” right now so I keep busy ya hear
Socially… I stopped drinking two months before the race (varied 5-30 drinks a week before though…). Never changed my diet at all leading up to the race
~Prep~
This area can get a little complicated – I was scheduled to run IM Texas in 2023, but my so called best friend decided to snap my leg (compound fracture of my tibia and fibula) (very wicked) in half while playing soccer 3 months before race day. So after surgery, one month without standing really, one month using crutches, one month using a cane, endless $$$ spent at physical therapy medical bills etc. I find myself in July of 2023 more or less ready to start training again for IM 2024. I sign up (this time with early benefits so I don’t lose all my money again if I have to cancel, thanks Ironman).

I bought a training plan from MyProCoach. 24 Week Intermediate plan to be exact. Between that plan, help from reddit, Instagram influencers, and my self-proclaimed expert father – I morphed a plan that more or less would hopefully (ambitious I know) get me across the finish line in one piece.
~Training~
My new concoction of a training plan generally consisted of two swims a week (Monday and Thursday), one track workout (usually Tuesdays), one hard bike effort on the trainer (usually Wednesday), fun day Friday (no workout unless I was making up for one I missed), long bike ride (Saturdays), and one long run (Sundays) a week. I would generally build up for three weeks then take a “rest” week with 3 to 4 light workouts just to stay loose-ish. I’d up the tempos, intervals, effort, distances etc. every time I got to a new 3 week build phase.
This is more or less what I stuck to for 6 months. I coach high school lacrosse and still play a decent amount of soccer so there was some tweaking here and there to still accompany those. But this was the plan and I can safely say that I did ~80%~ of my planned workouts. The other 20% fell to the wayside as I was still trying to be a socially active fun 26 yr old guy who likes to drink with his friends (loves to drink with his friends)

~Week of the race~
I live in Houston, TX where the race is (really it’s in the woodlands but who cares), so there was no extensive travel for me or anything like that.

I got in some small runs, light bike rides, and swam twice the week of the race. Logistically, I think IM Texas is setup very well. I knew the course very well as a lifelong Houstonian so there was no prep necessary for that. Check-in was easy. Transitions are a bit different at IM Texas than my other tri’s, so that was a small learning curve. But again, nothing to be intimidated by or worry about.

~Race Day~
Managed to go to sleep by 10 pm the night before, so waking up at 4:30am wasn’t the worst thing I’d ever done. Woke up, ate a breakfast sandwich, slammed some coffee, and began hydrating. Got transition about 5:30ish, had my dad and a friend drop me off so didn’t have to walk at all. Got in there, setup bike computer, bottles, etc. I managed to get a BM (dump) out here, which was huge. Things were looking up. Grabbed my wetsuit and then got dropped off at swim start, again no walking which was awesome.
Got to swim start and started getting pretty nervous (all the leg injury shit and 18 months of training were all for this). Water temperature was 75.5 degrees, so wetsuit legal. Luckily had my family and a friend to keep my calm and get my wetsuit on. The gun goes for the pros so I hop in the queue with the other swimmers seeded around the 1:20 to 1:30 mark.

~Swim~
I hop in the water and immediately start worrying that it’s going to get toasty in this wetsuit. In this swim, the buoys are on your left side. I immediately pop out to the right some to get out of all the rough water and kicking feet. There is a park adjacent to the swim start for about 300 meters and I actually see my family walking along the edge of the water as I get out into the lake (mentally huge for me to see them and take my mind off of things while I get in the groove of it all). For about 20 minutes everything is fine, I’m feeling okay, wasn’t overheating in the wetsuit, didn’t let my heart rate get too high (it has in all my other tri swims), and I was sighting well without having to pick my head up too much. At this point the lifeguards/kayak/paddleboard people were pinching us a little too hard. I get they are there for safety and to keep people on course, but I felt like they were funneling us into a tight swim pack for no reason. I totally understand that the swim is dangerous and people can die if help doesn’t get there quick enough, but I felt it was putting a little too much stress on the swimmers. I like to swim away from the pack so maybe this was just me. At the halfway point of the swim, you get funneled through this floating arch (I think it’s for timing purposes?). Whatever the reason for it, it bottlenecked all of us. We were swimming probably 10 people wide through a 7-yard-wide arch. Had to protect your head on that for sure to keep from getting kicked. While I thought it was stupid, it did have a great little benefit. The way we were funneled through created a nice little current and I ended up riding that wave for maybe 75 meters or so. Stupid feature but nice little boost. At this point I’m feeling great. I haven’t been kicked yet, the lungs feel good, I’m not overheating and I have the space to swim in. IM Texas is unique because at 80% of the way through the swim, you start swimming through a canal that people can actually cheer for you and walk with you as you go. I had told my family I’d be on the left side of the canal and as soon as I get into it I pop my head out and see my family, friends, and smoking hot girlfriend cheering me on (again this was mentally huge). I start rocking through the canal which is maybe 25 yards wide and felt like I had a current helping me the whole way through. As I’m swimming, mu friends/family are walking right there with me. It’s such a unique way for people to cheer you on that I got out of the water in a great mood with a smile on my face. I seeded myself perfectly as I got out at 1:22:05.
~Bike~
Going into the bike, IM Texas is known for having absolutely brutal headwinds heading south towards downtown Houston. And with close to 90 miles of the course being on a closed toll road. There is nothing to protect you from a wicked 45 miles of Texas headwind.
But before you get to the toll road, there is a little bit of a “circuit” you go through. So, I hop on the bike and get going. Immediately the course feels a little congested so I try to stay off the bars and ride defensively. Sure enough 8 miles in, big crash ahead as a volunteer golf cart cut off a rider and he crashed hard (thoughts and prayers with the rider). And that right there was the story of the day. HUGE crashes and HEAVY headwinds. I witnessed 6 crashes throughout the ride. Between riders coming through the water stations too fast, cones blowing out on the course, pelotons forming to avoid the wind, inattentive riding (we’re all tired I can understand this), it was a hard day on the course. Thoughts and prayers specifically for the one crash I saw where the organizers made us dismount and walk past. Not sure the context of the crash, but the rider was in a really bad situation. I think I averaged 8 mph heading south into the wind and 28 mph with the tailwind. Haven’t checked my bike data as I still have a bit of PTSD. Between the chaos of everything (I heard rumors a tesla was in self-drive mode on the course and caused a crash…?), I managed to make it to the end about 20 minutes over my 6:30:00 goal. I got off the bike to a boisterous cheer from a phenomenal group of friends and family and walked into transition.
~Run~
Going into the run I wanted to be around 5:30:00. I knew this might be ambitious for me because I didn’t really have that many brick sessions in my training plan. But, I’ve run a few marathons straight off the couch in my day. So, if anything, I know how to suffer through a long slow marathon. Honestly, I don’t have much to say about the first ten miles. My legs felt fine coming off the bike, I was comfortable at a 11:00 min/mile pace , felt good hydrating and getting some food down. Right after mile 10, started feeling some small knots in my stomach. Mile by mile, those knots started to get worse and worse. Every time I got to an aid station, I was able to delay the inevitable by getting down a banana, then potato chips at the next one, then it was chicken broth. By the time my family and friends saw me at the end of the second lap, I was in a bad spot. Was walking three minutes and running one (something like that). The stomach eventually morphed into full body discomfort. The HR kept getting sky high after minimal effort. I knew I was in for a tough last 8 miles. That last 8 miles took maybe 3 hours? I’m not sure, it’s all a blur. The pain finally culminated at mile 25.5, where the wrath of god came down on me and I vomited for 10 maybe 15 minutes, who knows. But at this point I knew I could literally crawl to the finish. I picked my head up and saw my buddy’s girlfriend walking toward me, I figured they had sent her to come find me as the gap between my last time split was getting astronomical. I picked my ass up off the ground and full body cramp runned to the finish line. Will never forget the feeling of having so many friends and family cheering me on to help me get over that line. The only bummer at the finish is I paid all that money for someone to tell me an Ironman on a microphone and I didn’t even hear it. Anyways – life goal accomplished. I’ll see ya at the next one.
P.S. I'm an open book, shoot me any questions you have on my training, advice, hate, love, whatever you want to say

So we have formed a pretty good theory (that looks more true right now than ever) that gege wanted to mirror shibuya when making shinjuku showdown.
chapter 259 paralleled 124 and 126 (yuji loses someone really close to him right in front of him and almost loses his resolve, but todo comes in to motivate him)
These next chapters should parallel the rest of the mahito fight but it seems like gege has decided to rush to the conclusion of the sukuna fight. This chapter follows the entirety of the mahito fight
128
same paneling (kind of a stretch)
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basically the same
from 132
hits basically in the same spot
the same panel
So those are the similarities. But how does sukuna continue from here? He was trying to open his domain. But pay attention to where yuji was slashing.
the left part of his chest
Why is this bad for him? He no longer has a stomach tongue to chant. If this slash is deep enough and punctures his lungs, he cant chant to open his domain anymore. Considering his output is in the gutters right now, he would be done without his domain. But how does that relate to kenjaku?
https://preview.redd.it/rw3y5d6ons0d1.png?width=976&format=png&auto=webp&s=711b9df4b9d85e268e32aeda2c7fb18d9c33f7d7
At basically this point of the fight (where the antagonist has lost) Kenjaku should sweep in to take the spoils. But why isn't this just the reincarnation of gojo?
tf is this horror ass shit?
look at him. It definitely doesn't look like he got revived conventionally by shoko. It also says "the strongest ghost that he killed" so I do not think he is alive.
It also wouldn't make sense narratively to bring gojo back right now instead of when the merger starts. The stakes are super low right now, sukuna stocks have been going down since 257 and he has been getting more and more desperate since then. Considering that maki, ino and yuta should be also coming back sometime soon, bringing back gojo right now to kill sukuna would make the story very predictable and boring. So I don't think he made a binding vow, or turned into a cursed spirit to kill sukuna. I also don't think this is UI UI or yuta for the same reason.
I also don't think it is a hallucination, since he not only looks different from any other time we saw him before, but also that it wouldn't make sense narratively that gojo (whose only ties to sukuna are that both were the strongest and fought each other) is the one to greet him in death? Someone also needs to start the merger so I don't think sukuna is hallucinating in the last moment.
But also look at the body. It has a lot of burnmarks on it, and the eye looks bloody. He presumably never entered kamino and vengeful cursed spirits don't look like that. Its almost like... They tried to burn his body... In case a certain body hopper tried to take it... but they couldn't do it in time...
How could this happen? I still don't know. Maybe cuz kenjaku is also involved in the tengen cycle, and fate decided to bring both the body hopper and 6E user to tengen (in sukuna) at the same time? Maybe Kenjaku healed himself and used the megumi transfer as a diversion?
And how wont this immediately end the story?
Ah yes. That one part of the story that never got expanded on and the situation which isnt applicable to megumi.
Kenjaku may come back as Satoru Gojo, but he will suffer heavy setbacks as gojos corpse is fresher than getos, and his control is weaker over the body. He also probably wont be able to use UV (1. Its too op 2. We never saw someone imbue the vessels technique into a domain) and maybe wont be able to use other things that gojo can, but this would be the perfect opportunity to explain corpsehopping and kenjakus technique.
And that is why I am making a binding vow with the moderators of this subreddit. If sukuna doesn't lose power and relevancy (like mahito did after kenjaku came) in the next 3 chapters, I want you to permaban me and my alt account (u/Sweaty_Dot_3126) from this subreddit. If he does lose power and relevancy within the next 3 chapters like I said, I want every doubter to sign an apology form that I will make.

When I was first diagnosed 2 yrs ago with IIH my symptoms were not textbook. I had severe right sided chest, neck, shoulder, jaw and head pain. Even had pain just on the right side in my throat when I swallowed. No blurred vision, but did have terrible vertigo. My opening pressure was only 26 but my symptoms were absolutely excruciating and I have a high pain tolerance. I did have papilledema as well. Recently had an exacerbation and refused to go get another LP but did go to ER because once again the shoulder and chest pain were unbearable and my white blood cells were high. Looked back and my very first episode they were high then as well. My neuro op said that is not a symptom…. Anyone else with odd symptoms? It’s funny I am a nurse and worked office Neurology and we used to do LP’s all the time and people literally walking around with 33, 38 opening pressures with mild headaches!🥴 I mean, how?! I’ve been told I have a very mild case but the symptoms for me are just horrible.

Hey there, I (F17) have been suffering since August 2023 with a whole range of symptoms. I came back from two months overseas with a quick onset of eye pain and a whole bunch of pressure on the top of my right eye, along with daily headaches at the same time every day. In October, I had a thunderclap headache and went to the ER where they did a brain CT that came back clear. Fast forward to my neurologist making me have an MRI and MRV of the brain that came out fully clear, so she decided that I probably just had chronic migraines. It was really bad; I lost a bunch of weight, slept for most of the day, and was dizzy all day.
November came, and I had my first bout of neck pain. It wasn't too bad, but I was so exhausted from the pressure on my eye that it made me feel mentally horrible. My headache reduced from daily to only having extreme major ones 1 or 2 times in the month, along with daily thumping and nausea. I started PT for my neck in late March, and that's when I had my out-of-nowhere numbness and tingling and pins and needles down my right arm so i was sent to have a chest xray which came out normal aswell . My knuckles feel on fire, and my skin is burning with a bunch of neck pain, so I got an MRI for my neck yesterday, and my results are perfectly normal.
The worst part is that now I have nothing else that I can do about it. The pain keeps spreading around my upper body, and I slur my speech and have complete weakness in my hand and can't brush my hair. Both my PT and neurologist are extremely confused and have absolutely no idea what's happening, especially since all my symptoms are on one side. My left side feels perfect, and I weirdly feel my fatigue only on my right side. Any ideas on what I should do next?
Diagnosed now with - parenthesia of the upper limb (right side) - cervicalgia ( right side only ) - Chronic migraine ( right side only) - Pain and pressure of the right eye
I have tried both sumatriptan and rizatriptan and both made pass out for almost 25-48 hours and didn’t even work

I was just returning back from another interview. It has been the third one this month.
I failed to make the cut yet again.
Life hasn’t been easy for an ex-soldier with the economic downturn currently underway.
The COVID pandemic had also wiped out all my savings.
So I was open to securing any job that would help me pay my bills.
I hadn’t eaten all day and just passed by a McDonalds. It was crowded and I thought to myself, ‘Let me just order a takeout’.
I could see a few vehicles waiting in front of me.
There was a guy in his motorcycle honking incessantly demanding the customer in front to keep it moving.
He was a tall man with long hair and clearly looked edgy and irritable. Both his arms were heavily tattooed. He stepped down from his bike and started to walk towards the car in front of him.
I couldn’t make out what he way saying but I could see the conversation was getting heated.
I got down from my car and walked towards the biker guy.
As I got closer, the biker banged on the hood of the car and was pointing his finger at the man threateningly.
The guy in the car was looking a little alarmed. He had a young boy seated next to him.
The woman working at the driveway counter appealed to the biker to maintain his cool. He would hear none of it.
She then proceeded to call the police and this made the biker more irate. He snatched the receiver from her and hit her face with it. She fell backwards and started bleeding from the nose.
The biker then proceeded to turn his gaze towards the man in the car. He opened the door and dragged the guy outside.
He drew his hand back to throw a punch at him.
I caught his arm from behind and kicked him hard in the shins. He yelped in pain and let go of the other man.
He then turned back angrily to take a look at me. He was wearing a black jacket with the name Kenny embossed in front.
I said, “Listen Kenny. I have had a really bad day. So you either stop this madness or I am going to break your bones.”
He snarled and threw a punch at me with all his might. I swerved to the right and ducked just in time, causing him to miss completely.
Next, he whipped out a switch blade from his pocket and lunged towards me with it. I side stepped him and counterattacked with a punch to his plexus. He went down on one knee.
I caught hold of his knife arm and ordered him to drop it.
“Drop the knife kenny!! This is your last warning”, I repeated.
He started to fidget with his other arm around his shoe. I realized he had another weapon hidden in his sock.
So before he could attempt anything else, I twisted his forearm and landed a crushing blow to his elbow. It snapped into two and he lay on the floor yelping in pain.
By this point, other people came forward to intervene and help with the situation.
As Kenny was being led away by the police, he kept staring at me with madness in his eyes.
“I am coming back for you. This is going to be the biggest regret of your life”, he yelled.
I didn’t care and started going back to my car.
Then the man who was threatened by Kenny came forward and shook my hand.
“Hi. I am Rupert. That is my son Henry”, he said.
I waved my hand at the boy and he waved back.
“I would like to thank you for what you did for me back there”, he said.
“You not only helped me maintain my dignity but also helped me save face in front of my son”, he continued.
“This means a lot to me as a dad” he said.
I nodded in acknowledgement not sure what I was to add to the conversation.
He then reluctantly asked,” Is there anything I can do to repay the favour? Please feel free to ask . Anything. I would be most grateful.”
I thought for a moment. I could see the man was wealthy.
“If it’s not too much of an ask, I would appreciate a job if available. If you feel that is difficult, no problem. Forget I asked. No worries.” I said.
He smiled back at me warmly. He reached into his pocket and handed me a card.
“Please come to my office tomorrow. We can talk” he signed off.
From that moment on, I became the personal bodyguard and chaperone of his 8 year old son Henry. We immediately hit it off and became pals. I looked after all his son’s travelling arrangements.
We would also go to McDonalds every week for his favourite Burger and fries. I later learnt that his father was a very wealthy man who made most of his money during the dot com bubble.
I also became friends with the female employee at the driveway counter who had earlier been attacked by that biker punk Kenny.
Her name was Stella and it didn’t take very long for the two of us to start dating.
With a fulfilling job and a loving girlfriend by my side, my life was finally back on track. I couldn’t be happier.
And then one day - it all came crashing.
Henry and I as usual visited the McDonalds joint and I was surprised to see Stella missing at the counter.
I asked the staff about her and they said she hadn’t turned up today.
I thought that was weird. She had stayed over at my place and I saw her leave for work in the morning.
I tried calling her number but it was unreachable.
I dropped Henry at home and headed towards Stella’s apartment.
She had given me a spare key and I opened the door with it. Everything was in its place.
I tried her number again. It remained not reachable.
I decided to go back to my apartment to check if she might be there.
When I reached the door, I could see the lock had been smashed. The door was left slightly open.
I took out my side arm and slowly entered the apartment.
I could see a life size figure of Ronald McDonald the clown sitting on my sofa.
The famous mascot was sitting cross legged with one arm resting on the backrest. Just like how he likes to sit on benches outside McDonald outlets all across the world.
I was a little taken aback, but quickly switched on the lights to take a closer look.
As I moved closer, my knees buckled under my own weight.
It was Stella. She was the one who was dressed as the clown.
There were injury marks around her neck. She had been strangled to death.
I managed to call the cops while still reeling from the shock.
I also noticed her right hand which was resting on her thigh, was close fisted. When I pried it open, there was a crumpled piece of paper inside.
It read -
“She was really begging me for mercy.
Where was soldier boy when she needed him huh?
Boo Hoo….I’m Lovin It!!
I’m Lovin it!!
Signed Yours Kenny”
I could feel a surge of anger envelop me. And yet I lay there helpless.
Had it not been for the surveillance cameras at the entrance of my home, I would have been in jail by now.
The police could clearly see Kenny carrying Stella’s body and breaking into my apartment.
They put out a nationwide notice for Kenny and he’s been on the run ever since.
Even after 2 months following Stella’s death, the police were not any closer to catching the culprit.
But I did apprise Henry’s dad of the situation. His life was also at risk after considering what happened to my girlfriend.
But our collective worry was for Henry. We didn’t want to see him suffer for no fault of his.
So I started training Henry to take his own safety seriously. I devised multiple safeguards to keep him protected while being outdoors. Always ensured that I was personally there to drop and pick him up from school.
My boss appreciated all that I was doing for his son. He knew I had taken Stella’s death hard.
He was a generous and compassionate man and I liked working for him.
Although he did notice I wasn’t my usual cheery self anymore.
One day when I was waiting at the office, he tossed the keys of his new car at me.
“This should perk you up. Take her for a spin” he said.
“And also go pick Henry up from school”, he finished as he left for a meeting.
I got down to the parking lot, and there she was … waiting. The new Bugatti Chiron.
I opened the door and took the driver’s seat. The fresh smell of the leather upholstery was already lifting my spirits.
‘Boss was right! I am perking up’, I thought to myself.
I drove around the block and stopped by McDonalds to pick up the usual order for me and Henry.
I felt a tinge of sadness when I could no longer see Stella at the counter.
Anyways, I picked the order and started my way towards school.
As I went past the restaurant, I saw an old jeep parked by the side of the road. I didn’t think much of it at that moment.
When I reached Henry’s school, I parked the car a few feet away from the entrance. A couple of minutes later, I noticed the same jeep I saw at McDonalds go past me and park 20 mts in front.
I would have never given it a second glance had I not spotted it at the restaurant.
The jeep had 3 passengers. They looked like bikers with tattoos, beard and long hair.
And then there was Kenny standing behind a tree to avoid detection. But I spotted him.
He was gesturing towards them to get ready. I could see his Harley parked just a few feet away.
They were planning some kind of ambush.
The school bell rang and the children were already out on the streets.
I could see Henry at a distance in the courtyard. He was slowly making his way towards the gate.
I immediately called him on the phone and told him to go to the Principals office and stay there. I made it clear under no circumstances was he to venture out until I gave him the all clear. He understood.
He was safe as long as he was within the school’s premises.
The next thing to do was move to another location. The children were already pouring onto the streets, and the last thing I wanted was to see a child getting hurt.
I started the car and went past the jeep before taking the next turn. I kept driving.
Few moments later, the jeep caught up with me and the driver violently swerved towards the left causing me to go off course. My car came to halt.
The guys quickly alighted from the jeep and they were all armed to the teeth.
Kenny came in his motorcycle and stopped his bike a few feet ahead of me. He took out his shotgun and had it aimed straight at my chest.
The firing started before I even had the time to react.
I instinctively ducked for cover with my eyes closed.
But in my heart, I knew my time was up!!
As the seconds went by, even with all those bullets being sent my way - my body felt strangely light.
‘Am I in heaven already?’ I thought to myself.
I slowly opened my eyes and tilted my head upwards to take a peak.
And I realized I was sitting in an armoured bullet proof car.
The entire biker gang were mad with rage, doing everything possible to penetrate that thick armour plate.
Kenny was barking orders at his gang to continue the onslaught. He then pointed his finger at me and yelled, “I am coming for you.”
I looked down at the seat next to mine and saw the takeout I had ordered.
Just to piss him off even further, I took out my Big Mac and slowly took a big bite.
I sat there in gastronomic bliss savouring my burger, while being under a continuous hail of bullets.
The firing suddenly stopped. Kenny the psycho was livid as hell - to see me have a good time.
I looked him in the eye while I took a sip of my favourite milkshake.
And then, continued to chomp on my burger.
He looked a little crestfallen at how his plan was misfiring and then frantically gestured his troops to keep at it. The firing started again.
But it didn’t last long. They eventually all ran out of ammo and his buddies began to flee the scene, as we could hear sirens at a distance.
The attack had taken a toll on the car. But it managed to withstand all that damage. All that firing.
A life saver!
I looked at Kenny again. Only one thought was running through my head now.
‘My Turn’.
I switched on the ignition and rammed the car straight into Kenny. He hit the bonnet hard while the car continued to race forward.
He was clinging on to dear life with his outstretched hands desperately clutching at the sides of the car.
Next in the demolition line, was his prized Harley Davidson.
I hit it full steam and watched it smash to smithereens - with parts scattering all across the road.
Then, I hit the brakes and Kenny was sent flying 10 feet forward.
After impact, he slowly staggered to his feet - all bloody and bruised.
His face was swollen like an apple.
He was pleading towards me with folded hands to show him mercy.
‘This is for Stella. And She’s lovin it’, I said out loud.
I hit the accelerator again.

Why
I relied on my mom as a kid. I always thought I could trust her, but she had unaddressed mental health issues that caused her a lot of pain. She didn't seem interested in getting help and instead turned to drugs and unhealthy relationships. When my sister and I were born, she isolated us from others. My mom hid her inner struggles and pretended to be perfect, but I knew deep down there were cracks in her facade.
I noticed people in my life trying to help my sister and me. However, any efforts were ultimately rejected or twisted by my mom. As her early-onset dementia progressed, her mask began to slip. Her unaddressed desires took control, manifesting as manic episodes. When my sister left to get married at 25, I was alone. It was a difficult decision, but understandable. Over the next four years, my mom's mental state deteriorated significantly. Her manic episodes became severe, escalating from yelling and screaming to pushing and even physical attacks.
One day, I reached my breaking point. I confided in my counselor, and CPS became involved. My mom, with her deteriorating mental state, saw it as a betrayal. In her mind, anyone who wasn't with her was against her. I became the enemy for exposing the truth. To silence me, she locked me in a hotel room for a week with no food or way out. The fear and confusion were overwhelming during those seven days.
The question haunted me: "Why is she doing this to me?" After seven days of fear and confusion in the hotel, I was finally released. But the nightmare wasn't over. My mom fabricated a story that I was suicidal and had me committed to a hospital, supposedly to disprove any accusations I might make. For four grueling months, I was shuttled in and out of these facilities. Thankfully, my sanity prevailed – they couldn't keep me there. However, my mom's twisted narrative persisted. Every time I tried to prove my side of the story, it felt like a losing battle.
Despite being innocent of the accusations, I held onto the hope of forgiveness and reconciliation. After all, she was my mom, and I had no other family. But her actions only worsened. The lies became more elaborate and malicious, all attempts to deflect blame for her own mistakes. Deep down, I yearned for a functional relationship, but her manipulative behavior reached a new low. This latest betrayal made me question my very existence. It was a horrible realization: the person I was trying to connect with was determined to paint me as the villain.
The situation escalated to the point where I found myself homeless for two weeks in the cold. Wracked with confusion, I kept asking myself, "Why? Why me?" Despite my efforts to do the right thing, everything felt broken. Eventually, I returned home, desperate for any semblance of maternal connection. My mom's sudden shift to a seemingly caring demeanor felt fake, but I clung to it, yearning for the bond I never had. Yet, the dysfunction persisted. On December 31st, 2023, she brought home a dying Chihuahua for Christmas. Despite being forbidden from interacting with the dog, I ended up cleaning and taking care of it all night. It was a bizarre situation – she was neglecting a dying animal while briefly showing me a kindness that felt hollow. This incident, two days after a birthday with no acknowledgment, was the final straw. When she asked if I wanted anything, I simply requested cake. Her response, "You don't deserve a cake...you keep contacting CPS," confirmed my suspicions. Disillusioned and frustrated, I retreated to my room to regain composure.
Terror surged through me as I heard her screams erupt like thunder. My heart pounded in my chest. Recognizing the signs of another manic episode, I retreated to my room, fearing another attack. She bellowed for my phone, but I clutched it tightly, my only lifeline if things escalated. The yelling intensified into a terrifying storm. With a sickening crash, she barreled into my door, shattering the already weakened frame – a physical manifestation of our fractured relationship. Screws littered the floor as she loomed closer, threats spewing from her lips. Her intent was clear: to take my phone and silence me.
: Exhausted from enduring abuse, I refused to relinquish my phone. When she lunged, attempting a bite on my shoulder, I stood firm. No more questions, just the will to take control. Frustrated, she retreated. The assault left me shaken, but resolute. With no lock due to prior incidents, I braced myself against the broken door. Ten agonizing minutes crawled by as she relentlessly pushed against it, the screws groaning in protest. Finally, the weakened frame gave way, snapping against her leg. A torrent of screams and curses erupted from the other side.
She descended into further chaos, hurling insults and comparing me to my dad, the source of our family's pain. But I was done. Looking her in the eye, I said, "I'm sorry you're hurting, you hurt yourself You hurt me. I don't feel safe, and I need to leave." With that, I grabbed my belongings and fled. Reaching my sister, I explained the situation and tearfully said goodbye to friends, fearing my mom's manipulations. My sister urged me to call the police, but I worried about their response to a mental health crisis. Determined to get help, I decided to call my best friend, possibly for the last time. I recounted the ordeal, expressing my gratitude for his friendship despite past mistakes.
Sirens wailed in the distance, then abruptly stopped. Officers emerged and questioned me. Reliving the night's events, I desperately hoped for help. However, to my utter confusion, they asked me to put down my belongings and handcuffed me. My rights were recited again, but betrayal and confusion clouded my understanding. Weren't they there to help? Instead, I found myself committed to another hospital for a month, forced to spend a lonely New Year's Day within its sterile walls.
Fueled by a burning desire to prove my innocence, I tirelessly pleaded my case. It felt surreal – I, the victim, was treated with suspicion. The worst part? The complete lack of control. Yet, I fought for what was right. The haunting question, "Why?" echoed in my head. Finally, my sister intervened, offering a safe haven. But my mom, consumed by her animosity, refused. Despite the fear, returning home seemed like the only option. It was a return to a broken reality – the same issues, different day. My resolve to escape solidified. I focused on getting emancipated, a job, anything that granted me independence. This defiance enraged her; she craved control, but I was done. The following two weeks were a tense stand-off...
My mom's manipulative tactics escalated. She made false police reports and withheld essential documents like my Social Security card to control me. Even simple requests for my Chromebook charger for schoolwork turned into arguments. Finally, during one episode, she stole the charger and called the police with fabricated stories. This time, the officer recognized her erratic behavior and my truthful testimony. I spent a brief stay in the hospital where they finally believed me. Released into my mom's care, I braced for another fight. Shockingly, she drove me to a police station, claiming I attacked her. But with the officer and my sister on speakerphone, the truth prevailed. They recognized her deteriorating mental state. The agonizing car ride became a desperate plea – why was she hurting herself and our family? Exhausted but resolute, I ended up at a friend's house for the night, then entered foster care the next day. Finding a welcoming home felt like a cruel twist of fate. Witnessing a healthy family dynamic at the ice rink only amplified my pain. My sister's husband arrived, offering a lifeline – a chance to escape the cycle of abuse. The decision was mine: get in the car or stay. As I walked to my friend's house, a healthy family dinner unfolded before me, a stark contrast to my reality. Finally, I confided in them about my situation. With their support and a secret code from my sister, I embarked on a daring escape. Two long, desert hours under the stars, navigating unfamiliar territory, led me to the school – my only beacon of hope. Exhausted and cold, I stumbled upon my brother-in-law, car just as he was about to leave. His familiar voice offered escape – "Get in if you want to change your life." With trembling hands, I climbed in, ready to embrace a new beginning
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Despite enduring unimaginable abuse, I never relinquished hope. The kindness of strangers became my lifeline, reminding me that humanity persists even in the darkest of times. Through every hardship, I held onto the belief that doing the right thing matters. This journey has been a testament to the power of letting go, even when it means letting go of family. It's a painful truth, but sometimes letting go is the bravest and healthiest choice we can make to move forward. Witnessing firsthand the destructive power of abuse, trauma, and mental illness, I came to a difficult realization. As much as I hated her actions, I knew they stemmed from her illness. Hate breeds only hate, and I refused to become the monster she was battling within. The past can't define you. It's a heavy weight, but you don't have to carry it forever. All you can do is keep moving forward, one step at a time. Be the person you want to be, the person others see the potential in you to be. The future holds possibilities you can't even imagine yet. Embrace the journey, and never lose sight of the strength and hope you've discovered within yourself.

Got 2 under 3. Going back to work next year and honestly, I have no idea how it’s going to work.
Husband is in a surgical speciality of the variety where he is 7-7 on a good day, and is entirely inaccessible with completely unpredictable on calls. He’s essentially out of the childcare equation.
GPST3, my full time salary does not cover the cost of putting both kids in childcare. Not to mention that childcare finishes at 6 so I will likely also need some kind of wrap around childcare.
Good thing we are renting and don’t need a mortgage because we will be using our savings to at least get me through training (though is that even worth it at this point?)
Requested an IDT to facilitate life. Rejected. So I will be finding a childcare setting close to work and my husband will have to commute 3 hours a day (his IDT also got rejected 🙂).
I will have to be the one doing drop offs and pick ups, as well as picking up the kids if nursery calls. Except I can’t just drop a whole clinic, can I?
I have no family help. My mum used to help but she’s not able to anymore.
Honestly I’m considering leaving training, being a SAHM and revisiting my career in a few years. But I know that’s not the sensible decision. But the thought of somehow getting through next year pretty much alone with two kids while going through training and exams, while eating into my savings because my training doesn’t cover childcare, and not spending enough time with my kids because I just need to CCT to have some flexibility in life and I can’t stomach taking another two years when I’ve already taken 4 to get here, while supporting my husband who has the “less flexible” job and doesn’t need to have his phone turned on all day in case of emergency……. It’s a headache. And then when they start school that finishes even earlier in the day, and then I’ll get kicked out of training, and meh.
Look, I chose to have kids in training. This is a self inflicted pain that I’m guessing would be easier if we were both post-CCT? I don’t know. But it still kind of sucks.

Please advice next stepsMy dad is 74 years old and was diagnosed with secondary CNS lymphoma with LMD involvement over the past month (weeks for LMD). His original diagnosis dating back to last Sept was for DLBCL which he was treated for with Pola-R-CHP and responded great. He was told he was NED at the beginning of March then two weeks later presented with stroke like symptoms that led to MRIs and the secondary CNS diagnosis. He has since completed 3 rounds of MRT (high dose MTX, riTUXimab, and temozolomide) via port in his chest and unfortunately things are progressing. Over the weekend they started him on steroids which have given him relief and stamina. Today he will complete his 4th round of WBRT...My questions is whats best next steps? Drs have mentioned cytarabine via lumbar injection (how often and many should we do? or are there othebetter options?) and oral ibrutinib. Please advice. I have access to all his records via MyChart and can provide more info if needed. I've attached the results from his most recent MRI. If pain management if advised, please do not hesitate to say but he is willing to fight and so are we. Also, since the lesion is affecting his eye, should we have an ocular oncologist come??

Hey guys! So it’s been a weird couple months last cycle I had was February 7th-12th… Haven’t seen AF since then. I’ve had a couple faints in the past and some negs but more negs I’m not being delusional about pregnancy but I’m sure I’m not…. This isn’t normal for me at all…. I’ve missed a month before as I’m sure we all have but this month marking 3 months is crazy honestly.. Today is cycle day 100 and I’m currently 65 days late for the March cycle I never had… I’ve just had some on and off stomach pain and weird sensations at times and my constant milky/kinda watery discharge. Any advice guys? I’ve already visited the gyno he didn’t test me for anything he basically is making me wait a bit longer to run more tests but this is really weird ps I’ve never been on birth control or anything like that! . You guys have any advice for me? Any would be appreciated thanks🙏🏾

This issue has been going on for the longest time ever. For context, my dad was the sole breadwinner of the house, and he is an engineer. This meant that in his earlier years he was constantly dealing with batteries and chemicals and all that whole shebang, for an extended period of time with his bare hands. so this prolonged contact with chemicals led to him having the nastiest allergy(?) ever (we don't really know since he has never been properly diagnosed), and it usually causes his nose to inflame or swell up, making it hard to breathe, and he gets sinuses. this has affected the way my family has functioned, since he is now extremely sensitive to laundry detergent smells, or when we bathe with products that are fragrant or has a scent to it, as it causes his allergy or nose to react (we dont even know what the root cause is).
He is also extremely sensitive to other chemicals(?) and pollutants as well, such as dust, fur, etc. His condition has turned my family upside down because whenever this sickness starts acting up, he starts blaming my mom for washing the clothes with detergent, or blame her for hiding scented products around the house, or just saying hella unreasonable things like 'do you want me to die???'. My parents are in a very traditional marriage, my mom a housewife, so you can only imagine how bad it gets in the household everytime a certain 'smell' appears in the house. The arguments get real bad whenever my mom starts to defend herself, and my dad just does not want to believe her at all, leading to cold wars in the house.
Not to mention my dad recently just lost his job. This means he’s at home 24/7 and he has just about nothing much to do and at this point I don’t even know if it’s like a mind thing because he keeps claiming his illness is getting worse. Everytime he sees me he just tells me about how much pain and suffering he is in for all the constant headaches, migraines and inability to breathe properly. I'm just honestly so frustrated because my dad refuses to see a doctor (also because we are financially struggling so he doesn't really want to spend the money on such things he feels he can endure), but he doesn't realise how absolutely suffocating it is to be in the house whenever his nose allergy starts acting up and he starts taking it out on everyone else in the house.
Ugh. just wanted to get this off my chest. I don't know what else to do, because my dad has tried countless medications for allergy, tried nasal decongestant sprays, etc, and it's only been getting worst in the past few weeks. I worry for his health but he is just SO stubborn. If any of you have ever encountered such a situation or know what might be up, or have any practical advice, do drop a comment because I am at my wits end. Moving out is not a solution for me either, as I am committed to taking care of my parents......

I've diagnosed with IBS when I was 18, I never had really bad flare ups ever. But recently after I moved to Italy the place that I really tried my best to accept in university for my master degree. I had the worst flare up ever it was that bad that after two month of suffering I came back home to get better. I'm better now but the anxiety of going back to Italy freak me out and my stomach acts crazy. I'm just crying from the morning and pooped 6 or 7 times. I'm going back the day after tomorrow and I'm really hoping that my plane just crash or something. Why should I suffer this much in this world and no one understands my pain. I have lots of hope and goals to achieve. I want to have fun like other people but whyyyy why I can't? I really want to just stay at home the place that I feel safe. I hate to go back. But this is the path that I chose and spend lots of money. I was really happy when I was going to Italy for the first time, but right now just crying and panicking...

cross posting
Hello! Long time reader here and first time posting. So much of the information provided on this site has been extremely helpful. I'm looking to see if there is anyone here who recently had scoliosis/kyphosis correction in their 60s. My mother is 65 and about to have surgery this July 2024.
This is her angle currently.
"Coronal regional parameters (Cobb angle) Primary curve: 61 degrees, apex left at L2 Secondary curve: 33 degrees, apex right at T6"
The surgery will be done in two stages and she will have an IVC filter to minimize risk of a pulmonary embolism. First surgery will be "L4-5, L5-S1 ALIF,L1-2, L2-3, L3-4 XLIF" they will keep her in the hospital and let her heal for a couple days and then the second part will be done to correct the curves. Second part of the surgery will be "T4-PELVIS SCREWS WITH PSIF AND CORRECTION OF DEFORMITY" She will be kept in the ICU for couple days afterwards and then moved to the medical floor for week before going to a inpt rehab for 2 weeks.
So far the plan sounds pretty good and she will then come stay with me for as long as she needs. Has anyone gone through something similar? How was the experience? How are you doing now? My mom can't stand for more than few mins and walking more than 10 minutes is very hard and she has to take sitting breaks. We went to the ED last month with chest pain but it turns out the curve is also causing stress on her lungs/heart as she not only has scoliosis but kyphosis. Any information that can help her better prepare would be helpful. Thank you

The system killed my brother not Cancer.
I was a MA for a long time, im not saying Im an expert but I’ve seen enough to understand something was off. My brother 23 went to the ER for stomach pain, nausea with streaks of blood, upon arriving the Dr felt a bump on the right lower side by the pelvic area, sure enough after a bunch of blood works, scans and tests turns out he had cancer. Now here is where things turn and I would like an expert to dumb it down for me. He got admitted Jan 13, 2021, a Biopsy of the right Iliac wing was done, throughout his stay at the hospital his condition only got worse, he couldn’t eat, black stools, nausea, vomiting, weakness and so on. All the doctors, oncologist, just every damn provider on his case said “don’t worry, he is young and healthy he will be okay”. He got discharged 1 week and 3 days after, so January 25, still waiting for the results of his Biopsy. We had a follow up appointment Feb 5th for his results and all they said what they had a preliminary as Ewings Sarcoma which was a very treatable Cancer as per the oncologist. during that time he only got worse and worse, the oncologist insisted that he was young and healthy and its just a symptom of cancer. Since the results were not final a few days later they requested a second Biopsy. Appointment is now scheduled for February 12, he goes in and he is immediately admitted into the ICU due to fluid in his lungs, over 1 Litter was removed with a heart rate of over 180, he is now at the cardiac ICU. He gets better 2 days later he then goes into the regular floor and the second Biopsy is done on February 15th. No results and my brother only gets worse, a PTScan was done and now he was nodules on his lungs as well. My brother then goes into the ICU one more time, days pass by and they tell us he had an infection and he is now brain dead. February 22 came and they tell us “he is the sickest patient in the hospital now and we are doing everything we can”. Dialysis gets started because his organs are failing, it doesnt work. February 23rd came and they tell us they will check his brain because he might not have any activity, they said they will check and make sure what they are seeing. Sure enough, February 24 they tell us we will need to make a decision in regard to his life and that “ oh his biopsy results came back and he has stage 4 stomach Cancer”, we might need to disconnect him. February 25th came and they do one last test to see if he has any brain activity by removing the tubes and nope, nothing. We decided to let him go February 25, 2021. I now work at a lab in the histology department and the amount of Biopsies we do and result them in less than a week baffles me, why couldn’t they figure out my brother’s cancer earlier ? He could have been saved. And now more than ever I believe the system and everyone working in this field for money and not because they actually care for a patient is what killed him.

Hello! Long time reader here and first time posting. So much of the information provided on this site has been extremely helpful. I'm looking to see if there is anyone here who recently had scoliosis/kyphosis correction in their 60s. My mother is 65 and about to have surgery this July 2024.
This is her angle currently.
"Coronal regional parameters (Cobb angle) Primary curve: 61 degrees, apex left at L2 Secondary curve: 33 degrees, apex right at T6"
The surgery will be done in two stages and she will have an IVC filter to minimize risk of a pulmonary embolism. First surgery will be "L4-5, L5-S1 ALIF,L1-2, L2-3, L3-4 XLIF" they will keep her in the hospital and let her heal for a couple days and then the second part will be done to correct the curves. Second part of the surgery will be "T4-PELVIS SCREWS WITH PSIF AND CORRECTION OF DEFORMITY" She will be kept in the ICU for couple days afterwards and then moved to the medical floor for week before going to a inpt rehab for 2 weeks.
So far the plan sounds pretty good and she will then come stay with me for as long as she needs. Has anyone gone through something similar? How was the experience? How are you doing now? My mom can't stand for more than few mins and walking more than 10 minutes is very hard and she has to take sitting breaks. We went to the ED last month with chest pain but it turns out the curve is also causing stress on her lungs/heart as she not only has scoliosis but kyphosis. Any information that can help her better prepare would be helpful. Thank you

I was a MA for a long time, im not saying Im an expert but I’ve seen enough to understand something was off. My brother 23 went to the ER for stomach pain, nausea with streaks of blood, upon arriving the Dr felt a bump on the right lower side by the pelvic area, sure enough after a bunch of blood works, scans and tests turns out he had cancer. Now here is where things turn and I would like an expert to dumb it down for me. He got admitted Jan 13, 2021, a Biopsy of the right Iliac wing was done, throughout his stay at the hospital his condition only got worse, he couldn’t eat, black stools, nausea, vomiting, weakness and so on. All the doctors, oncologist, just every damn provider on his case said “don’t worry, he is young and healthy he will be okay”. He got discharged 1 week and 3 days after, so January 25, still waiting for the results of his Biopsy. We had a follow up appointment Feb 5th for his results and all they said what they had a preliminary as Ewings Sarcoma which was a very treatable Cancer as per the oncologist. during that time he only got worse and worse, the oncologist insisted that he was young and healthy and its just a symptom of cancer. Since the results were not final a few days later they requested a second Biopsy. Appointment is now scheduled for February 12, he goes in and he is immediately admitted into the ICU due to fluid in his lungs, over 1 Litter was removed with a heart rate of over 180, he is now at the cardiac ICU. He gets better 2 days later he then goes into the regular floor and the second Biopsy is done on February 15th. No results and my brother only gets worse, a PTScan was done and now he was nodules on his lungs as well. My brother then goes into the ICU one more time, days pass by and they tell us he had an infection and he is now brain dead. February 22 came and they tell us “he is the sickest patient in the hospital now and we are doing everything we can”. Dialysis gets started because his organs are failing, it doesnt work. February 23rd came and they tell us they will check his brain because he might not have any activity, they said they will check and make sure what they are seeing. Sure enough, February 24 they tell us we will need to make a decision in regard to his life and that “ oh his biopsy results came back and he has stage 4 stomach Cancer”, we might need to disconnect him. February 25th came and they do one last test to see if he has any brain activity by removing the tubes and nope, nothing. We decided to let him go February 25, 2021. I now work at a lab in the histology department and the amount of Biopsies we do and result them in less than a week baffles me, why couldn’t they figure out my brother’s cancer earlier ? He could have been saved. And now more than ever I believe the system and everyone working in this field for money and not because they actually care for a patient is what killed him.

Hi! I‘ve been having autonomic like symptoms for a couple years but it’s definitely worse in the summer. What’s weird is that I’ve had tilt table testing with almost totally normal results aside from the QSART part and a heart rate jump they said wasn’t POTS (despite it jumping 43 bpm but it kept dropping then spiking over and over). I get the nausea, dizziness, chest pain, eye sight changes, GI issues, all that. I have heart rate jumps with position changes, heat, and any sort of upright exercise. I can do sitting bikes all day but anything standing sends me into presyncope. My HR regularly gets up to the 130s while standing. It shoots up when I sit up, move in bed, change clothes, stand from kneeling, everything then drops quickly. My biggest issue is that especially when it’s hot out or I sit up from laying flat, I have episodes where my HR and BP shoot up way high and I get full on presyncope. Like heart rate of 160+ and BP of 155/100 range high. My resting is like 60 or lower bpm and 120/85 range. I also have days where my heart rate is like 45 and I get heart palpitations and everything. Normal EKG, echo, CAT scan, everything. I don’t have the classic POTS BP drops, my BP spikes when triggered.
My neurologist has been treating it like POTS which has helped. He’s pretty sure I have some variation of it as clinically he said I’m identical. I also have hEDS, fibro, small fiber neuropathy, constant headaches, and other things. I had a neck MRI that showed some mild bulging and protruding discs (mainly positional in extension). This neck position and sitting up caused a massive episode.
Has anyone had experiences like this? Any ideas or medications I can mention to my neurologist next week?

Hello everyone, I want to talk about something that's been bothering me. For weeks now, I've had a feeling of hoarseness in my throat and as if there's constantly some mucus in my throat that I want to cough away. I've asked my friend if I sound hoarse, but he says no. Additionally, I've been experiencing chest and shoulder pains that aren't constant but come and go. However, the worst symptom I have is the feeling as if there's something in my throat or lungs, causing me to struggle to breathe. It feels like it's constantly there, sometimes less so, but otherwise persistent. I'm so afraid it might be lung cancer. I'm 22 and a non-smoker. It's weighing heavily on me. I'm soon moving in with my boyfriend, and I'm terrified it might be something serious, and I'll have to leave him with all the responsibility because I'm dying. Could it just be my anxiety? I know I shouldn't make remote diagnoses, but my doctors say I have hyperventilation syndrome, but I want clear answers and evidence.
Should I just go to the emergency?
Thanks for the responses.