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Silently, Pale motioned for Kayla to follow her, and the two of them silently crept out of the cave. As they drew closer to the exit, Pale was finally able to make out the voices from earlier.
"-Sure they're here? The tracks faded a while back…"
"Where in the three hells else would they go? This is the only shelter around for miles. The snow may have covered their tracks, but they don't know this land like we do."
The talking soon devolved into bickering as the bandits fought among themselves. Pale shifted, pressing her weapon's stock against her shoulder, then began to carefully push out from inside the cave, Kayla following a few steps behind her. The snowfall had intensified even further from when they had sought refuge in the cave; between the falling specks of white and the steadily-encroaching dusk, visibility had dropped to near-zero. Despite this, Pale kept moving, seeking cover higher up in the mountains.
The two of them moved over the rocks as carefully as they could, taking care not to disturb any of them for fear of alerting the bandits. Pale couldn't tell how many there were; from the different voices in their group, she counted at least four, maybe five. Ballistic weapons or not, she didn't like the odds of taking on five people in open combat with just herself and Kayla to oppose them.
And so, they continued to climb the mountain. Pale shivered the entire time, the frigid air cutting her to the bone even through her thermals. The temperature had fallen in the hours since they'd set up in the cave, and now even her high-tech clothing wouldn't be enough to save them forever.
Eventually, however, they reached a flat point in the side of the mountain where they could rest. Pale helped Kayla up the edge, and the two of them laid there, panting from exertion. Despite the cold, Pale wiped sweat from her brow, hefting her weapon to her shoulder once more as she peered over the sheer expanse. Through the snow and the darkness, she was just able to make out a few faint shapes milling about.
"Is it safe down there?" Kayla whispered through chattering teeth.
Pale shook her head. "Doesn't seem like it. Hopefully, they won't find the cave – if they do, they're going to keep looking for us. Our only hope is that they'll get cold and call off the search before then."
"Unlikely…" Kayla muttered. "Berserkers like that come from the far north. They're used to cold like this, if not worse. If anything makes them leave, it won't be the weather."
Pale couldn't help but scowl. She looked over the cliff face once more, then shook her head.
"Then I guess we have a choice to make."
"Which is…?"
"We sit here and hope that they don't find anything and leave before we freeze to death, or we throw caution to the wind and take the fight directly to them in order to reclaim our impromptu shelter."
Kayla paled at that. "...I don't like either option."
"Neither do I. The weather is a problem no matter which one we take – either it kills us outright or it affects us to the point where our combat effectiveness starts to drop like a stone. In any case, we're going to need to make a decision fast."
"You're the soldier. What do you think we should do?"
Pale was about to respond, but was cut off by a sudden flurry of excited shouts and movement from down below. She cast another glance down at the cave, and listened in to what the bandits were saying as best as she could. Most of their speech was drowned out by distance and wind, but it soon became irrelevant, as one of the bandits held up the remnants of two military rations, then pointed up towards the mountain. As Pale watched, the rest of the bandits – all five of them – began to climb up towards them. Her expression narrowed as she watched the berserkers steadily claw their way up the rocks, steadily inching closer with every passing moment.
"Looks like they made my decision for me," she announced, hefting her weapon.
"Ah…! What are we doing?!" Kayla asked in a hushed voice.
Pale leaned over the side of the cliff, centering her shotgun's sights on the head of the nearest bandit. He was about thirty meters away; at this distance, she couldn't miss.
"Pick a target," she said without looking back. "Wait for my command before conjuring anything."
Kayla let out a small whimper at what she was about to do, but didn't offer any argument, instead stacking up alongside Pale. She took a breath to calm herself, then raised a hand, but held back on conjuring any magic, instead merely keeping it outstretched. Pale watched as the bandit she'd aimed at drew closer, until finally, it happened – he locked eyes with her, and his expression tightened into one of surprise. He opened his mouth to yell something to his comrades.
A shell full of buckshot silenced him before he got the chance. In that moment, Kayla opened up with a spell, sending a streak of lightning arcing across the mountain and into the chest of the nearest berserker. The man convulsed as electricity danced across his body, but then limply fell backwards, his body blackened and smoking.
For a split-second, there was silence, punctuated only by the sound of Pale racking her shotgun. She went to take aim at the next target, but a large bolt of lightning came soaring towards her from farther down the mountain. A small, surprised gasp escaped from her as she fell back, the lightning missing her by mere millimeters, passing close by enough that it made the hair on her head stand up. The spell discharged into the rock above, sending bits of stone and dirt raining down on the two of them and littering them with small cuts and bruises, but otherwise leaving them unhurt.
"Kayla, you take that side!" Pale shouted as she approached the edge of the stone. "Keep yourself safe!"
"W-what?!" Kayla called back. "What are you doing?!"
"Getting you some breathing room!" Pale said to her as she swung herself over the edge, then began to roll down the side of the snow-covered mountain. Bits of jagged rock tore at her body as she fell, but she paid it no mind. Back behind her, she heard claps of thunder echo through the mountains, a sign that Kayla was still fighting.
That wouldn't matter if Pale didn't take care of the berserker mage, however.
As that thought passed her mind, another bolt of electricity came arcing from their cave, up towards Kayla. Pale came to a stop not far away, then jumped to her feet with her weapon at the ready, a pang of pure rage barely suppressed in her mind as she surged forwards.
There were no other berserkers on this part of the mountain, at least that she could see, which had to mean that the mage was alone. Pale sprinted for the cave, double-timing it in order to get there before something could happen to Kayla. More lightning flew through the night, marking the mage's spot, and before long, she closed in on him.
Just as she got there, however, a wall of fire erupted between herself and him. She stumbled, barely managing to catch herself before running directly into the flames. Through the smoke and crimson blaze, she was able to make out a man dressed in a combination of berserker furs and a tattered gray cloak, grinning a yellowed-toothed grin at her through a shaggy salt-and-pepper beard. He went to say something, but Pale stopped him with a barrage of shotgun pellets slam-fired from her weapon as fast as she could operate the pump. To her dismay, however, a barrier of some kind sprang up between the two of them, shielding the mage from any harm.
Her shotgun clicked empty, and Pale let it dangle from her sling, instead pulling out her .45. She went to take aim at the mage, but was unprepared for him to suddenly surge forwards, a manic shout escaping him as he passed through his own flames, completely uncaring of how they lapped at him as he sprinted by. Her eyes widened in shock as she was forced backwards, her pistol barking as fast as she could pull the trigger, but to no avail – that same barrier from earlier prevented any of her shots from landing, the bullets harmlessly bouncing off onto the ground below for every round fired.
Finally, the slide locked back on her handgun, and Pale was forced to try and reload. The mage kept coming, however, even as she scrambled backwards over snow and rocks. Eventually, though, she made a mistake, tripping over a large rock and falling backwards, her handgun slipping from her grip and sliding several yards away. She made a vain attempt to fumble for it, but the mage got their first. With strength unexpected from a man his age, he wrapped one hand around her throat and hoisted her into the air, holding her face-to-face with him. Pale gasped for breath, her legs flailing uselessly as the life was choked out of her. The berserker's manic grin widened, and he tightened his one-handed grip, then brought his off-hand around, sparks already dancing across his fingertips.
Out of desperation, Pale yanked the combat knife from her belt and flailed wildly with it, hoping only to free herself. Her desperate plan worked; the man let out a loud, pained shout as a deep gash was opened in his arm, and his grip loosened just enough for Pale to shake herself free. She landed in a heap on the ground, then jumped to her feet just in time for the mage to shake off his wound. She had cut a deep gouge in the side of his arm, deep enough to expose the white of his bone to the elements, but from the sight of things, all that had really done was anger him even more. In that moment, she realized something.
That barrier, whatever it was, must have been designed to withstand projectile attacks from a distance rather than a direct close-range strike.
She didn't get much time to focus on this new discovery, however – he glared at her, gritting his teeth as the blood dripped from his arm onto the snow below; Pale, for her part, held his gaze, and dropped into a combat stance as she switched her hold on the blade to a reverse grip. The two of them began to circle each other, each waiting for the other combatant to move, both of them eyeing their opponent up and down the entire time.
Pale saw the signs of an incoming attack before it even arrived – the subtle tensing of his leg muscles gave it away before he even knew what he was doing. When he surged forwards, his hands engulfed in fire, she was ready; she sidestepped the incoming attack, then lashed out with her blade once more, scoring another deep slash through the man's arm, this time in the underside. He let out a grunt as he reeled back from the hit, his arm now dangling uselessly in front of him. Idly, Pale realized she must have just severed its tendon, preventing him from using it any further.
She didn't get a chance to dwell on this fact for long, as the mage raised his other arm and launched a bolt of lightning at her, forcing her to jump behind a nearby rock to avoid being electrocuted. She didn't stay there for long, though – he launched several more consecutive bolts of lightning towards her impromptu cover, trying to flush her out as he closed in on one side. Pale didn't take the bait, though – she rushed the side he was pushing just in time to shove the blade forwards, and for her efforts, she was rewarded with a dull thunk as steel met flush. The mage immediately froze, looking down at the knife as it jutted out of his stomach, blood blossoming out from around it and steadily staining his clothes a deep crimson. He gave a shuddering gasp, then fell to his knees, Pale merely yanked the knife out from his gut, and was about to slam the blade into his carotid artery to finish him off when someone grabbed her from behind, stopping her. Pale's heart skipped a beat, and she very nearly rounded on whoever it was before Kayla's voice met her ears.
"Don't. There's been enough death for now."
Pale paused, then chanced a look back. Kayla was standing there, her eyes wide and dull as she shivered, her outfit covered in dirt and blood, none of it her own. She pulled her hand off Pale's, bringing it around to huddle herself. Pale stared at her for a moment, then looked back up at the cliff's edge where she'd been left.
Several bodies, charred beyond the point of recognition and still smoking, marked a trail up to Kayla's side.
Reluctantly, Pale pursed her lips, then nodded, sheathing her knife. "...Fine. But if we're keeping him alive, then I'm going to find out what he knows before we turn him loose. I think it's time we got some answers from someone."
Kayla's only response was to wordlessly nod.

Special thanks to my good friend and co-writer, Ickbard for the help with writing this story.

I'm a single parent currently at CHEO with my 11 year old that took a blow to the jaw into a metal barrier (to prevent vehicles from driving through, similar to a bollard but not the cylinder type but the gate like ones) while bike riding. His jaw took the entire impact and he fell to the ground. His bike was untouched. He is having worsening headaches but is alert and not really any other symptoms. When I left the house the longest wait time was 17 hrs. We've been here 5.5 hrs so far plus I've been told after dinner there is only 1 emerg doctor. I'm a single parent and also have a 14 year old at home that cannot be left home alone overnight as by the looks of it, we will not be seen anytime before tomorrow. I have no one to help me with my son at home. I don't know what to do. I spoke with a nurse about my situation and she said said it's up to me if I want to drive one hour each way to pick up my other son in hopes we don't miss our time to see the ONE doctor working or risk leaving him overnight at home and cross my fingers CPS isn't called and he survives the night alone. I feel I have to chose between my 2 children. Seriously???? Leave the hospital and do nothing for a head injury and hope for the best or leave my other child home alone overnight? I have zero help. Their dad is actually in another hospital right now as we speak as he literally had major surgery yesterday. I'm losing my mind. Canada is complete shit! Why don't you take a look at the article published 2 days ago about CHEO in which most depts can't hire/retain staff that is missing 40% of doctors! They are airlifting children across the country as they don't have doctors or resources. CHEO also has the longest wait times in the entire province for an MRI. My apologies for my rant, our broken health care system has caused me anxiety for years and here I am again waiting only because I absolutely have to and fingers crossed my 17 hr wait isn't longer due to more urgent ill kids arriving. I understand there are other children that require more urgent care but I just don't know what to do. The state of this country is breaking me along with so many others.
Suggestions please as our broken health care system broke me years ago. What do other single moms do in these kind of situations with no help? And nurse bitnfrom this hospitall advised me to just come back tomorrow and start all over from scratch with kids. So what will the wait times be tomorrow ??? 37 hours?

Hi I just went in for a physical today and got my results back. My TSH is 0.44 whereas the normal value range is 0.35-4.94.. is this considered “borderline” such as my thyroid is close to being overactive??? All other test results came back good . My symptoms have been chronic breathlessness (worse during exercise) anxiety restlessness insomnia increased sweating random leg twitches digestion problems diarrhea
28f, non smoker, 179lbs, no serious medial issues

I wonder if anybody here had an experience of a similar thing. I’ve heard the benefits of the mushrooms and wanted to try lions mane. I feel the effects on the day that I took it, I do feel like I’m more productive and that I have more energy. When I was once taking it for over a week, I’ve developed this headache that once lasted a week and it was unbearable, my head was foggy and I couldn’t think at all.
I then stopped taking them and wanted to see if it is definitely the LM giving me these symptoms. I took some one day and again I felt like I could do anything but then the next day I had a headache again. It feels like a hangover from your brain overworking, if that makes sense?
I’m also planning to start growing some of the mushrooms myself, and LM is on my list.
Has anyone else experienced similar symptoms? What are your thoughts? Could it be too high of a dosage recommended or is it just not for me?

Hi there,
I have anxiety, and depression from the start of this year, and I was prescribed Lexapro 10 mg late last year.
I didn't take it until somewhere around Feb/march of this year, because I started to develop depression-like symptoms.
But since I started taking it, WHY do I have this 24/7 extremely uncomfortable, panic attack-like feeling in my head now? it's not a head-ache or a migraine, just an extremely uncomfortable sensation. It's not a feeling that I could easily describe. You would have to swap bodies with me in order to truly experience it. It's not voices or hallucinations, not seeing splotches in my vision, no nausea/vomiting/dizziness, fainting/lightheadedness, confusion, loss of appetite/memory, etc. It's just a feeling, not headache pain, but just extremely uncomfortable. The best way I could describe it, is like an angry snake is trapped inside my brain, and struggling to get out.
And yes, I still have the depression, sometimes I still do wanna de-exist due to this feeling. I would appreciate if someone could advise me on whether what I'm feeling - this panic-attack like feeling in my head - is that literally just what it is - a non-subsiding panic attack? Was the depression worsened by this drug? Did it damage a part of my brain, which did nothing to help the depression, but instead created another issue - which is this uncomfortable non subsiding panic attack sensation?
If it helps, I've also been porn cold turkey for 3 weeks now. Maybe it's due to the sudden drop in dopamine rushes?
I've taken Lexapro every morning for about 3 months now, but relatively inconsistently, because I keep experiencing this awful sensation in my head, and every time its time to take it, I wonder if it's a good idea to continue.
I've had 2 distinctly horrible episodes of this feeling so far - the 1st time, don't remember if it was before or after starting Lexapro. The 2nd time happened definitely after I started taking it - I was driving, felt like I could lose control anytime and crash. Since those episodes, it's been on and off, but never fully subsiding. The snake is still very much alive and angry. I fcking hate it.
Thank you for reading, any ideas/advice are greatly appreciated.

Yesterday when I picked my son up from daycare (he’s 6 months old), I was given a heads up that one of the other babies had been sent home with a fever and that I should keep an eye out for symptoms. Okay, no worries, I know that’s part of daycare. Today when I picked him up, his teacher told me that it’s likely more serious than just a fever but they can’t tell us more until the parent calls back with the official diagnosis. I was told to watch for a fever or “any other physical symptoms” and if he started getting sick it was serious enough I need to call his doctor as soon as I notice anything. She said they will tell us as soon as they know what it is and that there will be signs posted about it. Any ideas on what it could be? I’m a first time mom and I’m trying not to let myself get too nervous, but some idea of what this could be would help.

Hi, all. I've been dealing with some nausea recently, and I need more help to figure out whether its a possible GERD symptom or not.
When you get GERD nausea, where do you feel it? Is it stomach queasiness, head queasiness, or a little bit of both?
Context: I've been dealing with GERD symptoms for awhile now, mainly heartburn, regurgitation and intermittent coughing. Usually increasing my fiber helps to quell things. A few days ago, I started to feel queasy (a little dizzy and nauseous). The feeling all in my head, though, not my stomach, so I can't tell if this is another GERD symptom to add to the list or something else entirely. What has your experience been like?

I’ve been on 2000mg of keppra for the past 6 years of my life and my doctor had me quit cold turkey while being admitted to the hospital for an eeg. Monday morning was the last dose of keppra I took. I was discharged from the hospital Wednesday night with the diagnosis of psychogenic/non epileptic seizures and was told to not take keppra or the lacosamide anymore. Last night I had the most intense anxiety, crazy fever dreams all night, terrible night sweats and I feel like I’m super hungover today and have the shakes. I’m assuming that I’m experiencing withdrawals from the keppra. I don’t think it’s the lacosamide because I was on a really low dose(200 mg/day) and was on that for like 2/3 years. My symptoms also could be a combo of the keppra and lacosamide withdrawal. I called my doctors office and haven’t heard back yet. Just wondering if anyone has experienced anything similar and how long I should expect these withdrawal symptoms to last? 🥲

I'm sitting at my desk at work, feeling mostly fine (quite fatigued) and all of a sudden I get this sensation, only in my head, like I'm being spun around upside down, like I'm on the Zipper at a fair or some rollercoaster. I didn't feel like I was going to fall over, didn't get nauseous, just this very strange sensation. Lasted maybe 15 seconds. This started happening to me after I got COVID 2.5 years ago but hasn't happened in a while.
Does this ever happen to you? Any info on it? My doctor thinks I have a small case of POTS, but I'm not quite sure. Some form of dysautonomia at least (I have a range of other symptoms).

I really need advice about my job. School, work and socializing have always been hard for me as I’ve had undiagnosed ADHD up until about a year or so ago plus home schooling/private schools up until sophomore year of high school. So sheltered + very closed minded religious upbringing + undiagnosed ADHD. It’s been a little bit over a year since I’ve graduated college and started my first professional job. I’ll have worked at this job for almost 8 months now. I’m very reserved and typically don’t speak very much but once a conversation begins I can be very talkative. I was especially reserved going into this job as I didn’t want to step on any toes or cause any issues. Initially, I really enjoyed my job as my first impressions were everyone was really nice and the environment wasn’t super competitive. They were very laid back during the training process. However as time has gone on I’ve noticed very “clique” like behavior from all the employees. I’ve been ostracized from the group as I haven’t spoken to them much at all and just mind my business/do my job. I notice frequently that most of the team speak negatively about others while they’re not around and I’m assuming that this has happened with me as well. My reason for this is I’m very frequently spoken to aggressively and disrespectfully. The one that really stood out was someone I had never worked with before raised their voice at me, in front of everyone, after I asked them a question. The question being, what level of priority was the task she was wanting me to do for her. Additionally, I have had this similar issues with my direct supervisomy trainer. I’ve frequently requested feedback about my performance from the head of my department and my trainer. The negative feedback I’ve received has generally been very minor things such as making sure to update my trainer on which tasks I’m doing/when I’m doing them but it’s generally very positive, like I’m doing great and that my quality of work is great as well. However, the past couple of weeks my trainer has become increasingly agitated when communicating with me which has happened several times since I’ve been here. Typically, this is because of something I’m doing wrong. Such as, asking too many questions or forgetting something. Usually I handle this by scheduling performance reviews with her and telling her where I think I’m going wrong and providing a solution and asking her for her opinion on it. I do this because she does not handle conflict well/being told that something she is doing is wrong and the only way I’ve found to reduce her agitation is to figure it out myself. The problem I’m having is that I can’t figure out what the issue is this time. The three things that happened during this time that she’s been agitated with me is: 1.) her workload increased 2.) my work load increased 3.) I was working from home due to sickness for a while. My biggest hunch is that she had an issue with the fact I was working from home. I have an autoimmune disease which causes a lot of unexplained symptoms/illnesses to pop up every now and then so it’s relatively frequent that I’m not in office. Maybe once a month? This was the longest I had ever been out though. She was constantly asking me questions about what was going on with me added with some snide comments. She is not who people report to about call outs, etc. so the questions and comments didn’t sit with me well. I answered them anyways to be polite. Eventually, someone who I had not told started asking me questions as well and ended up making jokes about my situation which I was very unhappy about. I’ve heard my trainer complain when people don’t come in office and often throw out comments about how they’re probably faking it or they’re being dramatic by not coming in. So I’m wondering if that could be it? I really don’t know what I’ve actually done to these people for them to act this way. I’ve not shared much information about myself if any at all really and haven’t been hateful. I don’t expect everyone to like me as a person but I do expect for them to be cordial and respectful. At least in a professional type of job. Please help me figure out how I should handle all of this. I don’t want to quit until I stay long enough to have enough experience on my resume. I want to also be clear, this is my point of view so it sounds like I’m not at fault but I’m not a perfect worker or person, I mess up in my job, I am very forgetful and take a bit longer than most to master things. Things I can say for certain is that I try very hard to be good at this job, I have been kind to these people, and I own up to my mistakes when I make them and apologize. Also none of my mistakes have costed the company money so I’m not messing up that bad. Yet lol. I don’t know anyone who works in “corporate” type of jobs so I don’t know who to ask for advice on how to handle this. The people I do know are at work and due to the clique situation I’m scared to talk to anyone about it as I’m worried it might backfire. Any advice is helpful, I’m very lost here and just want to fix the situation.

Hi! I'm 16 years old and a highschool student. Around the beginning of this school year I noticed that I was getting sick at least once a month, which was very strange for me; I've always been the type of person to get sick maybe once a year, and can be surrounded by sick family members and not catch anything.
Every time I got sick, I would have the same symptoms: extreme exhaustion, light and sound sensitivity, throat pain that made it difficult to swallow, and on and off stomach and head aches. Every time, I would test negative for Covid.
Things escalated in November when I actually did catch Covid and it hit me hard. I was bedridden for a week and lost about 20 pounds from my time and bed and the weeks after recovering. I continued to lose weight even afterwards, mostly from stress, and had a medical intervention. I was already quite thin before getting sick, so I ended up gaining the weight back plus some more as extra padding. Since then, I improved my diet and level of exercise and have even managed to put on some decent muscle.
Despite this, the frequency of my illness has increased from every few weeks to at least once a week. I get the same symptoms every time. I'm too exhausted and in pain to get up or eat and struggle to get to the bathroom. I just have to sit in bed all day. It really sucks.
This week, I was sick Sunday and Monday and I can feel myself getting ill again even though it's only been a few days. I am dangerously close to losing credit in a lot of my classes because of the ridiculous amount of absences I have.
What's more, I suspect my parents think I'm faking it sometimes, especially since I tend to get sick at the beginning or end of the week. I swear on my life I'm not. I hate missing school; I have so much makeup work and it's stupidly stressful.
I've never infected somebody else when I get sick like this, and it's never happened after I've been near someone who is sick. It seems to just be totally random.
I've tried to suggest getting this checked out with a professional but my parents have refused.
I'm so tired of constantly being sick and so is everyone around me. Any ideas are appreciated!

i don't even know what i expect from posting this here, but maybe writing it down will help.
in december of last year i matched with a guy on tinder. we had great conversations from the start and he was super sweet. back then, i was struggling a lot with my mental and physical health, since i suffer from 'generalized anxiety disorder' and dealt with dizziness for 3 months straight. after a few days of texting i opened up to him and complained about my symptoms. he asked a lot of questions about the things i was dealing with, told me how impressed he was by my self awareness and made it seem like he really cared.
after he told me he wasn't doing so well himself i offered to listen if he wanted to talk and he shared his story with me. a few months prior he had an accident while playing soccer. he broke his skull, had internal bleeding in his head and had been dealing with epileptic seizures ever since. i felt horrible after hearing his story, because obviously, he was going through a lot more than me, but i was the one complaining.
we texted for a few more days, talked about meeting up for drinks, but then stopped talking and just responded to eachothers IG stories here and there. 3 months later (march), we started chatting again..
he told me how happy he was, how much better he was doing and apologized for not reaching out. he also told me that he would still love to get to know me and i agreed on meeting up with him. even though he still had a lot going on, he wanted to know how i was doing and listened to my struggles all over again. we had another great conversation and both shared a lot with eachother.
somehow, the conversation stopped. a week later i wished him a happy birthday and a few days after that he responded "pretty girl" to my IG story but that was it. i didn't hear from him for 5 weeks.. i was a little disappointed and wondered why he never reached out, but just told myself that he's probably busy.
fast forward to 2 days ago.. i was about to go to bed and was scrolling through facebook when i saw a weird post of an "anti covid vaccine" profile. it was an article about a young soccer player who recently passed away from cardiac arrest and the description said "i"m not surprised so many young people pass away these days, because of the vaccine". i shook my head and was about to scroll past it, when i realized the guy looked familiar. (it was a picture of him in motion, while playing soccer so it was hard to tell)
after looking at the picture for a few seconds i realized who it was and immediately choked up. my first thought was 'omg i need to tell him that they used his picture for a nonsense article.' but then i started wondering if the article was real. i went to check the IG page of his soccer team but couldn't find anything, so i had hope the article was just a horrible joke. but just to make sure, i googled his name and there they were..
20-30 news paper articles, talking about the young soccer player who died out of nowhere at the beginning of april. he was already gone for 35 days by the time i found out.
i was staring at the ceiling, crying and just couldn't grasp it. 3 weeks before his death we were talking about meeting up and 13 days before, he responded to my IG story one last time.
i never got to meet him but my heart is still broken. i didn't have to talk to him in person to know what a great person he was. i was sure about that the day we started talking..
you may think i'm exaggerating by saying that i'm heart broken by his death, but he's the first person who passed away whom i talked to shortly before that. and the fact that it took me so long to realize he was gone just makes me even more sad. i even remember my dad telling me about a soccer player passing away back in april, but his name was never mentioned so i had no idea.
and now, i just have to live with the fact that he's gone. i don't want to complain too much, because if i'm heart broken by this, i can't even imagine how his family and friends are feeling, but it still hurts.
i guess the moral of this story is: live life to the fullest; reach out to the person you like; go on dates; tell the people around you how much they mean to me and just make the most out of everyday. at least that's what i will do from now on..

The past couple of months I’ve been experiencing these really weird moments that sometimes comes in waves, that last up to a couple minutes. The symptoms are usually: Sinking stomach feeling, almost feels like I need to go to the restroom immediately, fast heart beat, sweating, brain fog/can’t focus or think straight, heat flash. Overall, it just feels like sheer panic and really is effecting me physically which I’ve never experienced before with anxiety.
The first time this happened I was out to dinner with my partner, and I thought I needed to use the restroom. Even on the drive home I had the panic feeling, almost felt like I wasn’t going to make it home in time. Once I was home I calmed down and didn’t need to use the washroom.
Since then, it happens every single time I go to my partners parents house. It happened when I was out shopping with my parents. It happened today while I was stuck in traffic with a friend. It usually starts out with some slight panicky feeling, sinking stomach, then leading to me believing that I need to use the washroom. But this always almost happens when there isn’t a readily available place to use the washroom or not a comfortable option. This then leads me to panic even more and then all the symptoms listed above hit me all at once. Overall, the triggering thought seems to be bathroom related (although most times I don’t even need to use it).
Idk it’s really weird and starting to feel debilitating because of how often it’s happening. Everytime I go out it makes me anxious that I’ll start feeling like this.
Has anyone experienced this? How do I make it stop? I don’t want to feel like this everytime I leave the house.

So about 5 months ago I was recommended help by my friends. I finally swallowed my pride and went to see a psych. Got diagnosed with PTSD, depression, and anxiety. Didn’t know it was gonna be that bad, but I thought to myself “yeah let’s get your head on straight buddy.” I was prescribed sertraline and prazosin, the first 3 or so weeks I felt great. Then after that it all went down hill quick.
I had horrible short term memory, I could remember a lot of the traumas I’ve buried and those haunted me at every turn of the day. It was wild. Crippling panic attacks, high anxiety (more than I’m used to at least) and vivid dreams. After a few months of that I stopped taking the meds entirely because I was afraid of what I might do to myself if I didn’t get back to normal. The vivid dreams weren’t the night terrors I’m used to, just very confusing to wake up to because of how realistic they were.
Has anyone else had issues with this? I thought the meds were supposed to help symptoms instead of amplify some of them. I genuinely want to get better, but I’m very afraid of what that might take. I feel stuck in a state of not good but certainly not ok.

Hello,
I’ve been experiencing a strange issue and not exactly sure what’s causing it, so insight or opinions would be greatly appreciated.
Sometimes while showering my hair seems to smell like french fries, almost like a frying oil smell. I’m not sure if this is from my hair getting greasy, or if it’s hard water buildup as I tried not to shampoo more than once or twice a week. I’ve since bought Nizoral as I was using Head and Shoulders shampoo but I’ve only used it once in the last three days as I’m a bit worried about using it daily. My scalp is a bit dry, which is why I wasn’t shampooing as often, but I’ve never had dandruff of any kind.
I do sometimes notice a pimple or two on my scalp but I am not sure if this is fungal or was just due to oil buildup in my scalp.
Has anyone encountered anything similar? I initially thought it sounded like a yeast infection, but it seems like those symptoms are typically much more severe than what I’ve experienced.
Also, I hardly eat fried foods and do not work in a kitchen so that is not the cause. I read yeast infections can smell like Fritos, but in my case it smells more like fryer grease.
All opinions are appreciated.

While I haven’t been formally diagnosed with PCOS due to a lack of insurance, I exhibit most of the symptoms. The hirsutism, for me, has to absolutely be the most damaging one of all. Personally, it’s very severe and nothing, whether it be shaving, waxing, epilating, etc., seems to make a single dent. For the record: I’m 20 and have not worn short sleeves in over ten years… nor skirts, dresses, shorts, sleeveless tops, or basically anything that isn’t a jacket, sweatshirt, and jeans/sweats. I’m dark haired as well so it makes it even more noticeable, plus i’ve got horrible acne all over my chest and back so i’m basically a freak of nature. To top it off, i’ve got deformed (tubular) breasts, a known symptom of PCOS, and that’s just the fucking cherry on top. For once in my life i’d just like to feel like a normal, natural woman that can wear tank tops, dresses, etc. Hell maybe it wouldn’t be as bad if my family/coworkers didn’t question me about it. I live in Texas where the heat is fucking abominable, so just imagine going out in a sweatshirt of all things. I just constantly feel like i’m walking around with this disgusting secret swarming barely underneath my clothes. Additionally, I cannot possibly foresee a future in which I can afford laseelectrolysis despite the severe stress that this causes me. I’m constantly getting comments like “aren’t you hot?” while wearing a jacket/sweater and it’s like… yes the fuck I am but what else am I supposed to do? Never mind the older ladies at work that tell me I need to wear what I want and enjoy my youth while I can lmfao like if only you knew. Overall, it just seems to me that nobody can possibly begin to understand what it’s like. It’s so isolating.

Just 2 days ago, my best friend (21), who lives alone in a 2-bedroom apartment, experienced sleep paralysis. He lost his mother to COVID, and his father works on an oil rig. He remarried and spends time at his wife's house. My friend doesn't have anyone to make him food, and he either eats outside or skips meals. He is often tense and worried. He believes in paranormal stuff, he experienced a few things in his childhood but nothing recent. He lives on the 6th floor of a 22-story tower. He has felt knocks on his windows several times, but he ignored them all the time. He had dreams of killing and being killed this week. Then sleep paralysis happened, and he says his entire body froze; he was profusely sweating and could just move his head. He saw a human-like figure sitting on his chest. He doesn't remember where he disappeared. The sleep paralysis thing really scared him.The next day, he didn't sleep; he was studying the whole night. I am planning to go and spend a few nights at his house to help him.

So I wrote my own horror story in my own language problem is I translated it to English and it’s an incoherent mess here it is In the dimly lit tunnels of the underground bunker, the sound of muffled moans echoed off the cold concrete walls. The air was thick with the smell of sweat and blood, and a sense of dread hung heavy in the air. In one of the dark corners of the bunker, a group of men gathered around a twisted figure, bound and gagged on the floor. His eyes were wide with fear, and his body trembled with each sickening blow that was inflicted upon him. "Please, stop," he begged, tears streaming down his face. But the men surrounding him only laughed, their eyes wild with lust and cruelty. One of them stepped forward, his cock already hard and dripping with pre-cum. He grabbed the man's head and forced it down onto his shaft, thrusting deep into his throat. The man gagged and choked, but the man didn't care. He just kept fucking his face, relishing in the feeling of power and control. As the man was subjected to this brutal assault, the other men began to undress, exposing their hard cocks and eager balls. They took turns violating the man's body, shoving their cocks into every hole and orifice they could find. They spit and piss on him, degrading him in every way possible. But it didn't stop there. The men became more and more sadistic, mutilating the man's body in unimaginable ways. They cut and tore at his flesh, leaving deep, bloody wounds that would never heal. They shoved objects inside him, ripping and tearing at his insides. They burned and electrocuted him, leaving him in a state of constant agony. As the man lay there, broken and battered, the men stood over him, their cocks still hard and ready for more. They laughed and jeered, reveling in the sickening display of depravity they had just created. But the man's spirit was not broken. Despite the pain and suffering, he still fought, still struggled to survive. And as the men continued to violate him, he knew that he would never give up. He would never let them win. And so, the gruesome scene continued, the man's body reduced to a mere plaything for the sick and twisted minds of the men around him. But through it all, he held on, determined to survive, no matter what horrors he had to endure. In the end, the man was left a shell of his former self, his body mutilated and broken beyond repair. But even in his darkest moments, he held on to the hope that one day, he would be free from the sick and twisted world he was forced to live in. And as the men left him, lying in a pool of his own blood and filth, he knew that he would never forget the horrors he had endured. But he also knew that he would never give up, no matter what. Sahar was a fighter, and he would always be a fighter. Even in the darkest corners of the flesh garden, Sahar would never lose hope.
Sahar lay there, his body a mangled mess of cuts, bruises, and burns. He was barely conscious, but he could still hear the sickening sounds of his captors laughing and jeering as they violated his broken body. But then, something changed. The men around him suddenly fell silent, and Sahar could hear the sound of footsteps approaching. He tried to open his eyes, but they were too swollen and crusted with blood to see anything. But then, a voice spoke. It was deep and rough, with a hint of a foreign accent. "Enough," the voice said. "These men have suffered enough. It is time for them to be free." Sahar felt a hand on his shoulder, gently lifting him up. He groaned in pain, but the hand didn't let go. It guided him through the darkness, towards the sound of the voice. As they emerged from the shadows, Sahar could see a group of men standing before him. They were all battered and bruised, just like him, but they had a look of determination in their eyes. "We are the rebels," the leader of the group said. "And we are here to save you." Sahar couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had given up hope, but now, it seemed like there was a chance for him to escape this nightmare. The rebels quickly went to work, freeing Sahar and the other men from their bonds. They tended to their wounds, doing their best to ease their pain. But then, something unexpected happened. One of the rebels, a man named Kaden, approached one of the captor's bodies. He was still aroused, and he couldn't resist the temptation of the corpse. He began to violate the body, fucking it with a savage intensity. The other rebels watched in disgust, but Kaden didn't care. He was consumed by his lust, and he wasn't going to stop until he was satisfied. Sahar and the other rebels were repulsed by Kaden's actions, but they knew that they had to focus on their escape. They gathered their weapons and supplies, and prepared to make their way to the surface. As they emerged from the bunker, they were met with a world that was unrecognizable. The streets were filled with the sounds of gunfire and explosions, and the air was thick with smoke and the smell of death. But despite the chaos, the rebels pressed on. They fought their way through the streets, taking out any enemies that stood in their way. And in the end, they emerged victorious. They had escaped the bunker, and they had taken their revenge on their captors. But as they stood there, looking out at the ruined world around them, they knew that their fight was far from over. They would have to survive in this new, brutal world, and they would have to do whatever it took to stay alive. And so, they marched on, determined to make it in this new, fucked up world. They were the rebels, and they would never give up.
Sahar and the rebels had been on the run for weeks, desperate to find a safe haven in the post-apocalyptic wasteland. They had heard rumors of an abandoned research facility, one that was said to be producing something called "flesh gardens." Despite the warnings of other survivors, the rebels decided to investigate the facility. They were desperate for supplies, and they were willing to take the risk. As they approached the facility, they could hear the sound of strange, otherworldly creatures. They were unlike anything they had ever seen before, their bodies twisted and fused with plant matter. The rebels fought bravely, but they were no match for the creatures. They were torn apart, their bodies mutilated and violated in unspeakable ways. Sahar was captured by the creatures, and taken deep into the heart of the facility. There, he was subjected to horrific experiments, his body slowly transformed into a grotesque fusion of plant and flesh. The creatures took pleasure in torturing Sahar, violating him in every way imaginable. They cut and mutilated his genitals, leaving him in a state of constant agony. As the days passed, Sahar's body became more and more monstrous. He was no longer human, but a twisted hybrid of plant and flesh. Tentacles sprouted from his body, writhing and pulsing with a life of their own. The rebels eventually managed to escape the facility, but they left Sahar behind. They couldn't bear to watch as he was subjected to further torture and mutilation. Sahar was left to die, alone and in agony. His body was a twisted, monstrous abomination, a testament to the horrors that had been inflicted upon him.
The plant-men wasted no time in subjecting Sahar to their sick and twisted desires. They bound him with vines and roots, immobilizing him as they went to work on his body. With sharp thorns and saw-like leaves, they sliced and diced at his flesh, carving intricate patterns into his skin. They ripped and tore at his genitals, leaving him in a state of constant agony. They whipped him with vines, leaving deep welts and bruises on his skin. They electrocuted him with electric eels, sending jolts of pain coursing through his body. But the worst was yet to come. They inserted tentacles into every orifice of his body, violating him in the most unspeakable ways. They fucked him with their tentacles, leaving him raw and bleeding. As the days passed, Sahar's body became more and more monstrous. The mutated plants fused with his flesh, creating a grotesque hybrid of man and plant. His genitals were mutilated beyond recognition, his body a twisted mass of tentacles and plant matter. The rebels, meanwhile, had become obsessed with finding Sahar. They had heard rumors of his capture, and they couldn't rest until they had rescued him. They searched the wasteland for weeks, following every lead and clue. They fought off bandits and raiders, determined to reach their goal. Finally, they located Sahar's whereabouts. But they found themselves confronted by an army of flesh-plant hybrids, guarding his chamber. A brutal battle ensued as both sides fought for control over Sahar's body. The rebels used every weapon and tactic at their disposal, but the flesh-plant hybrids were relentless. In the end, the rebels emerged victorious. But they were horrified by what they saw. Sahar's body was a twisted and mutilated mess, his genitals barely recognizable. But it was too late. Sahar's body had become an incubator for countless more mutated creatures. They were waiting to be born into this twisted new world order, ruled by unnatural desires fueled by sexual violence against humans turned into living organ farms.
The content is accurate but I want to fix my grammar so it sounds good.

dut, fin or min non of them work if there is not enough fat layer under your skin which actually provide nutrition to the follicle.
Ever wondered why there is no hairs on your knees and elbows, in general joints with kind of a "pointy bone form" don't have hairs not even little ones because there is tension with no fat?
the scalp tension also cause sweat. Its the skull which expands and the calcification creates tension leads to more sweat and fat loss for the scalp. Not only this after expansion new scalp fibers forms cutting down the blood supply and this newly formed skin is "shiny" when you look at it.
I can guarantee one thing that the people who are bald have big tight shiny head.
If you are not agree with this then just pinch the back of your head and then pinch the bald area .... here! with your index and thumb pinch with tip and try to grab as much as you can. see..! you will feel the difference the tightness on the bald area.
so, try to get back the fat you lost, only then you might see these treatments effective.
My assumption - the reason dht sticks to scalp hair follicles is due to the lack of fat and high affinity for androgen receptor, since dht is fat soluble so while usual circulation of dht in the body it tends to stick to hair follicles of less fatty area.
Hair transplant works because it put the hairs on top of already expanded skull, which now have new structure, skin and blood supply. still not all grafts survive.
may be apply min at the back of your head to increase doner s 😂😅

While continuing my years-long search for an answer for fatigue/tiredness, I had a KBMO test done a few months ago and found I have possible "severe" reaction to wheat, and "high" reaction to gluten, as well as positive for candida and zonulin. I've never had any GI issues, and I've typically been a heavy pasta/bread/carbs/you-name-it eater.
I went gluten free for the past couple months but I don't think I saw any relief. Just this week I've started introducing gluten again in small amounts to see what happens (plus I'm going on vacation soon and want to eat "normally").
So, a few questions..
-How long do you have to be gluten free to notice improvements in energy levels, brain fog, etc?
-Since I've reintroducing this week, when should I expect to start to seeing symptoms if any?
-Are there any tests out there that would give me more confidence that this is a real problem for me?
-What other non-GI issues should I be looking for? As mentioned before I experience fatigue, tiredness, brain fog, pressure feeling in my eyes/head area, some depression/anxiety, lack of concentration...etc etc.
Sorry for the long post but I'm frustrated here. I'm having a general genetics test done soon... Maybe that will show something??
TIA for any info 🙏👍🤓

I was giving him oral sex for 18 months straight. He'd get it every month, at least once a month. I have oral herpes, HSV1. Do you think he could have contracted herpes? He never said anything about having symptoms or anyhting, and he kept coming back for more. Im the one that had to end the realtionship. I've given him head after an outbreak. like, while the sore is scabbed up and healing, but never while the outbreak was fresh in its beginning stage. 18 months is a significant amount of time,, he has to have it, right?

I love my mom she and my sister are the most important ones in the world
I don't know what my dad has. He's never been full blown manic like me but he often exhibits hypomanic symptoms but they dampen down within a couple of hours.
My mom has always said I'm nothing like him. Until I started developing hypomanic symptoms last year. I once in a hypomanic state brought it up that I felt like she was acting the same way around me as she does around my dad and she confessed that she does. That was the time I got irtitated so I left and later texted her an agressive rant of how I'm not like him. I feel bad about it and I'm sure my mom didn't enjoy it at all either. The way my mom has been coping around him is being very distant. I did the same distance to him when I was living with them as well.
It's just that when I'm in a hypomanic episode my mother becomes very distant towards me and I can't blame her especially since I resemble my dad and obviously she can and should feel however she really feels. Especially considering what she has been through with my dad.
Last night I slept 2 hours and have been a little hypomanic I guess. I was visiting my mom and dad and when she realized that she lost a paper that I needed she blamed herself and it felt like she was expecting me to start a huge argument and shout at her. I just said that "it's okay and that you've been stressed I wouldn't be surprised that you had a lot in your mind and lost the paper it's not the end of the world". Suddenly she seemed really loving that day. It's like she was expecting me to completely flip out at her. I don't know. If I'm honest I feel rly bad that I made her feel that way.
But I don't know if I'm allowed to say this but I just want to say it.. when I'm already paranoid it just makes me think of all these scenarios in my head where she doesn't love me much at all anymore and the fact that I always swore I wouldn't become like my father but I think I was wrong it just makes me really hate myself.
I'm taking meds and they really took me back to my old self but I'm starting to get symptoms again. Could these just be paranoia or delusions? They feel really real to me
TLDR When I'm hypomanic my mom becomes distant and expecting me to do the worst things my dad has done and then feeling surprised when I don't. It kills me to know I make my mom feel that way and also from my selfish perspective makes me really hate myself. I never wanted to be like him.