Catnip (Nepeta cataria) is a perennial herb that is a member of the mint family.
So we have this kitten that came from a feral cat mom from the local neighborhood so we had her checked out from a vet. She did have diarrhea when we got her. Kitten did have a fecal test positive for for Giardia, was treated and since the fecal test has tested negative. Once the treatment had seemed to work her poop started to become solid but then has since taken back to diarrhea. She has had some vomiting and some loss of appetite but she does still eat and drink water just not as much when she was pooping solid. We have supplemented with some organic psyllium husk (as suggested by our vet to help with the pooping and it has helped some) and today switched from food with chicken as the protein to now a fish to see if that helps. She has been good about litter box ever since we got her but then suddenly started peeing/pooping in places she shouldn’t. So we believe she has a uti but she is too small to extract urine from to test so we are going ahead with antibiotics at the suggestion of our vet.
Just looking for advice or ideas or just anything we can do to help her or anything to ask our vet.
• Species: Cat • Age: 12 weeks • Sex/Neuter status: no spay/neuter (too young) • Breed: Common cat? • Body weight: 1.8lb (she lost weight since first visit and working on it) • Your general location: Utah
Diagnosed in March, started chemo 3 1/2 weeks ago. 3/1 gemcitabine/abraxane combo. My mother is 65 the first two weeks weren’t that bad but week 3 was really rough tons of vomiting and diarrhea to the point couldn’t control bowels, then she spiked a fever of 102 and had lots of swelling and redness in her legs. I called the ambulance immediately. Her neutrophils are dangerously low from chemo resulting in a bacterial infection (E.Coli in her bloodstream) scariest moment is seeing her so weak and incoherent it was awful. We’ve been in the hospital for two days now tons of antibiotics and fluids and battles with her heart rate being way to high and blood pressure way to low, multiplied icu evaluations and we’ve come to a space of “stability” she hasn’t gotten worse now we are waiting for her to get better. It’s a slow crawl, my hope has been touch and go but she’s a fighter she’s been getting her strength back and is able to talk when she’s not sleeping and sitting up with her own strength. They’ve given neupagen and another drug starts with an L sorry im tired as I write this to help her immune system fight they said 2-3 days we’ll start to see the effects. Just needed to talk about it with someone who understands this rollercoaster of a journey. How quickly things change I struggle with wondering while chemo has the possibility of extending a loved ones life at what cost it’s a roulette for sure when some respond well and others 3 weeks in severe blood infection because chemo wiped their immune system completely out. And yet without chemo possible 2-4 months projected time left in pain or hopped up on meds. I hate this. My thoughts and prayers are with those fighting this monster and those caring for those fighting it’s a heart breaking experience all around.
Female 30 years old, recently I posted that I had upset stomach. It started last Wednesday I had little fever and watery diarrhea + bloated and nausea. I went to the gp he didn’t run full check up he gave me some painkillers and told me it’s viral and will get better. I no longer have watery diarrhea but still soft stool and I feel I have cramps and gases.
I have anxiety and I always vomit when am anxious. Before that I always had probiotics dairy drink every morning .. I never have any probiotics in my life it was my fist time. I have probiotic for week or more
Should I worry. I can feel it’s improving but am little worried maybe because of my anxiety
My question is : how many days it lasts ?
I ended up in the ER yesterday after months of on and off vomiting, pain and consultation/diarrhea. Lost 7lbs the last week and kept nothing down for days.
There the Dr tells me it's likely CHS (sad day I'm a daily user up to this point)
They gave me zofran and Hallodal and I had an awful reaction. Almost immediately I got a hot flash and started having a panic attack. I was able to subdue the attack momentarily but then they ended up having to give me an Ativan. Has anyone ever had a reaction like that??
I've never had a panic attack like that before so I'm hoping it never happens again. They sent me home with a zofran prescription and strict instructions to stop all marijuana use immediately which I have.
Recommendations for what to do with the time I used to spend smoking or high? I'm bored out of my mind 1 day in!
So today i went to the vet because i wanted to prevent my dog from getting leishmania, the doctor advised me to use a collar, they had seresto(that prevents fleas and ticks, im not sure it does kill the leishmania fly) and leishcollar (that was specificly made for the leishmania flies but doesnt prevent ticks and fleas) by MSD Animal Health. I went with Leishcollar as it was made specificly for what i wanted and the vet administered a pill to prevent the fleas and ticks that works for 3 months. After this i went home and while i was watching some videos on youtube, i got curious of how these collars work, wich im not sure it was a good idea, as it showed me a couple of videos suggested that these collars were dangerous and killed dogs. I saw one of those videos, there was a man saying the collar killed his dog, about 2 weeks from getting it, with symptoms similar to intoxication. After this i went down the rabbit hole, there were a lot of videos, mostly about a well known brand (wich i will not say, im not sure i can name it) that sources like cnn even say it was responsable for about 2500 animal deaths. Seresto has Imidacloprid and Flumethrin, leishcollar has Deltamethrin. In the leishcollar docs it says the side effects are in very rare ocasions (1 in 10000) lethargy or hyperactivity, gastrointestinal symptoms such as vomiting, diarrhea and hypersalivation, neurological problems such as ataxia and muscle tremors. I can not confirm these tests.
The thing is, should one trust these collars, specially this one? Are there many reported cases of these doing arm to the animal? What should i do? I dont really see a lot of other options to prevent leishmania.
Another question, at the vet the nurse when applied the collar, she told me to not cut the excess collar and just try to keep it connected to the collar, while in the leishcollar document it clearly states to remove the excess collar, even when i bought scalibor it said to do so, what should i do? Should i remove the excess? Can there be arm to keep the excess (it is perfectly secured to the rest of the collar)?
PS: I meant to write a more elaborate post, but my computer froze and i had to write all of this again, so if i remember anything i could have forgot, ill update it.
So, I've kind of posted about this in other threads, specifically on
askreddit, but by some users request, I will do my best to fully relay this entire tale up to the current point, as well as provide as much context I am able (and will provide missing context if asked in comments).
TL;DR A friend of mine of 4 years drank himself into liver failure and his wife cheated on him, so I offered him a free room to try and put his life back together, and I was repaid for the thought with a divorce of my own, but honestly, it's probably not that bad.
Part 1: CONTEXT Me and my wife have been together since early 2014, and married in late 2017. We have been through much together, including two extended deployments, one of which was 10 and a half months long. We have traveled the world together, lived on both coasts of the US, and despite much of our struggles and how things eventually went down, I was always convinced we would work as a team to overcome any issues.
The friend in question was, largely, an online friend. We met playing an MMO during covid and we quickly formed a very tight knit, but small, community that were very close that included me, my wife, my friend, his wife, and 4 other friends. Covid was a wild time and I was surprised how easy it was to form friends in this group and we kept in touch, as a whole, even once quarantine had ended and most of us had moved on from that particular game. This was a group that, while it started online, we have met
most of these people several times IRL and had vacations to spend time together and just hang out.
Part 2: His Problems Fast forward to about January of 2024. My buddy, from here on out I will refer to as Z (and for a quick add, I will refer to my wife as D), contacts us to tell us his condition is dire and he has been diagnosed with stage 4 cirrhosis of the liver as a consequence of his extensive drinking. Shaken, we quickly charter a flight out to visit. Within a week, we're staying with him and his wife and his roommate and a couple members of his family who are taking care of him. This man is bloated, yellow, and probably about 350lbs now. We are worried, but stay supportive and positive that help can be found, especially since he seems keen on changing his lifestyle for the better. Some of his family start a gofundme that we donate to, and many of the people in our gaming circle who have grown close also donate several thousand dollars (One member of our raid team donated 10k. You never know who is stealth rich on the internet I guess). Me and several other friends discuss the possibilities of helping him get on disability and even getting ourselves tested as compatible living donors. Sad, but hopeful, we depart about a week later, and stay in constant touch.
About a month later, I'm getting a call from one of our mutuals letting me know that "Hey, so I may have goofed up." and tells me how Z's wife had visited him and had a 3 way with him and his wife. I am obviously irate at this and turn to back Z up with comments like "So much for in sickness and in health, huh?" I do what I can to stay supportive, and my wife, D, also makes it a point to stay in touch with him as he has found himself banished to the couch of his apartment. Not even allowed to sleep in his own bed and frequently uncomfortable even being in his bedroom to use the PC.
I'm not particularly rich, but I am not poor either. I served in the military and have a high VA rating which means a constant income and have a steady job and a couple side gigs that pay well enough. My love language, in many ways, is gift giving. I pride myself on being able to pick a good gift, even if it's a little early for an occasion such as a bday or christmas, and will often pull the trigger on something if it means a lot or I think it will help. In this case, my brother was selling an old steam deck because he wanted a new OLED model, so I figured "two birds, one stone", and buy the steam deck off him and send it to Z so we can still game together.
In the intervening months, Z and D start playing games that I have
no interest in (Disney Dreamlight Valley), but I am happy to play other games and hang out and chat. Really, nothing seems amiss, but since his banishment, me and my wife are both pushing for him to come and take up the spare bedroom we have in our home. Soon enough, I buy him a plane ticket and he arrives with little more than the clothes on his back and we take him in, no cost other than the expectation that he might help around the house a bit (he was a chef, so having a cook and someone to help clean was ideal for me who often did not have the time or energy to handle these tasks as thoroughly as I would like).
Part 3: The Incident Now, I am skipping ahead a little bit here, but there's not much to be said about the time between. My wife worked part time hours, and when she did go to work, she'd have him tag along just so he wouldn't "Sit and stew with bad thoughts" at the house alone. I will admit that throughout this entire ordeal, I have had several, several times where my brain tried to warn me, but I ignored ALL of those signs because I trusted him, but more importantly, I trusted her with my life.
One new, frequent argument I found myself having with her was she would fall asleep on the couch, and when I finally tried to go to bed, I'd do my best to wake her and drag her upstairs. These became extremely frequent occurrences and I expressed to her how frustrated I was that I had to fight with her just to come to bed so we could sleep (mind you, this is not even about sex. Often I'm taking her to bed at like, 1am and I work at 7, so I really just wanted her to be sleeping in the bed). Hell, one time, I started catching the vibes that the longer I sat and waited for her to be ready to go upstairs, she just never would be, because they were
waiting for me to leave so they could talk in hushed tones. On THAT particular night, I went upstairs alone with her finally awake, and she did not join me for another half hour.
Finally, the day arrives. Its Sunday. We are all downstairs hanging out. One of their newest habits I can't really stand but just dealt with is that she'd sit and crochet while he doomscrolled or strummed on a guitar
I bought him and listen to music videos on youtube endlessly. Eventually, I grow weary and give my wife a kiss and tell her I'm gonna go upstairs and play some GW2 for a bit.
About an hour passes, and she enters the game room and tells me "I am uncomfortable. I really need to talk to you. Oh, you're dying!" (As she entered the room, I immediately turn face to talk to her and disregard the game, but she decided that my Charr was more important that what was about to happen, so she of course warns me.) We step into the bedroom and close the door.
"You're going to hate me," she says through tears, "me and Z kissed!" At this point, my brain short circuits and I recall one of my first thoughts being "Oh lord, here we go." and just a general desire to not be a part of this conversation. Shock sets in almost immediately. Still with a healthy dose of denial, I talk to her about what had happened and told her that it needed to end. Even at this point, I did not want to send this man home. Was it shock? Denial? Probably a mixture of the two, or some other additional emotional responses. She gets up after some discussion and goes downstairs, promising to shut him down, but comes back about 15 minutes later sobbing "I couldn't do it! I couldn't end it..." (Side note: In my confused haze of a mind, I feel personally threatened, and after she leaves the bedroom, I lock the door and grab a metal water cub I keep at my side and prepare to actually fight if it comes to it, but once she returns, I back off that idea again.)
Talking with her more, I present her with two options; Couple's therapy, or divorce.
BOTH of these options are world ending to her, and she even goes so far as to suggest that just because I said the "D word" that it was what I wanted, which
was objectively untrue. We talk back and forth about things I don't quite recall at this point, aside from one point where she comes back and locks herself in the master bath and tells me to call 911, she doesn't care, because she's going to take a bunch of pills, but after a couple of hours, Z shows up to the door and knocks and asks if he can come in. I tell him he may enter, and we talk for a bit. After about 5ish minutes, we decide to go downstairs to the living room and continue the discussion.
Once I sit down on the sofa, I immediately feel like I'm being positioned as the bad guy. I'm in the corner of our sectional, and she's on my left, he's on my right. She tells him "He said it's either a divorce or couple's therapy." "Oh, so he gave you an ultimatum?" I continue to argue that yes, those are the two only options. Z tells me "You're not being fair to her emotions. She is telling you there is another option." I am thoroughly baffled at this statement.
D: I didn't think it was possible and I didn't mean for it to happen, but I have fallen in love with another man. My heart has room for two. I truly have two soulmates. I have never been happier than sleeping on the couch next to my two boys.
Z: There is no reason you guys can't stay married, and we can explore what we've found. I mean, look at how happy she has been since I have been here!
Sick to my stomach, I get up to go vomit in the toilet. Now, I
wore a silicone wedding ring, and often find even with a hand wash, a little water tends to get trapped under it. After I finish and wash myself up, I come back and am playing with my ring to dry it. She sees this as a sign that I am uncomfortable again wearing my ring, and takes off her ring as I sit back down and hands me her wedding ring.
Me: Uh, excuse me?
D: This is what you want, I can tell.
Me: No? I was washing my hands and water gets stuck under my ring...
D: Oh... I thought... okay. (And she takes back her ring from me)
I tell her, very clearly, the options are to either end things with him, or end things with me. At this point, I'm still in shock, but sober in mind enough to decide that this is not worth fighting over. I will not argue with my own wife my merits or why she shouldn't just pack up and leave with a jobless, now essentially homeless man, and if she cannot figure that out herself then I will eventually move on.
Crying, sobbing, she sits down in front of him and says, "I'm so sorry, I fought for you. I really did. I told you I'd fight for you and I failed. I loved being your girlfriend, but I need to be a good wife and stay."
Z says "Alright." and starts to go gather his things to leave. As he does, she grabs him and says "No, wait! Please don't go. I don't know what I want."
Z: Ok, well if we're getting all this out in the open, I want to say this. I love this girl. I love her with my whole heart, and without her, life is not worth living. I
will not leave this house if you (me) tell me to. Only her. You are taking this very well right now, I can tell you want to hit me (Still in shock, no, I can genuinely say that emotion or thought had not actually registered outside of the event upstairs earlier), but this is my stand.
D: OP, we had a good run. I'm sorry.
And with that, I get up and go to get my sandals and leave the house to get some air. As I try to go, she runs to the door and he follows her. She pushes the door closed and says "No wait, please!"
Me: No, this is the deal. I'm going out to get some fresh air. I am not threatening self harm to "win you back".
D: Will you be back?
Me: I don't know.
Z: Man, I'm telling you, you don't understand, you think I am your enemy, but I am not.
And with that, I leave and shut the door.
In the about, hour, I am gone, I drive around near the house and I call my supervisor who I have a very good relationship with (and I did not want to involve direct friends or family yet because I'm afraid it's too early to start spreading this news). I go over to her house nearby and we chat shortly. After our talk, I have at least something of a clear head and go home, with words for both of them.
As I arrive home, there is no one downstairs. I go upstairs. His door is closed. I knock on the door.
Z: Uh, one second.
I wait for about 5 agonizing seconds, but I refuse to be shut out of rooms in my own home and open the door. He is shirtless, and she is hiding in the corner just out of sight of me. I look him in the eye.
Me: Really?
Z: Yep.
Me: Get out of my house.
And with that, they both silently pack their things and leave.
The second I hear the front door close, I start calling people. I am not above pettiness, and the first person I call is her mom, whom I have a good relationship with. She is SHAKEN and immediately calls her. (I find out later that it was a particularly harsh verbal beating by her, but it really doesn't change anything.)
When I come downstairs to check the state of the house, I see her wedding ring on the counter. I call out of work the next day and lay down and hope I die.
Part 4: Her Problems So, there is some additional context that I did not add in part 1 because a lot of it is red flags I ignored over the course of our relationship that, in the days following, started to become more and more obvious. There are many that I spent much effort playing off or covering her for, but I will try to briefly list much of what I see as glaring issues in the relationship that were never remedied.
This woman is 30 years old and cannot drive. She
can drive and HAS driven my vehicle at the start of the relationship (albeit illegally), but after one tiny little accident where she hit a pole and knocked my side mirror off (which she paid for and fixed before telling me, it really wasn't a big deal. I was on deployment), she never drove again. Attempts to get her behind the wheel would end very quickly after they started, and the conditions to get her in the seat were often extremely time limited, scheduled, or something would come up, and every time I told her "okay, this month we're getting your license for sure" it just wouldn't happen and I'd end up feeling like the one who was at fault.
She does not have her Bachelor's degree because she did not turn in her final project for one single class. Not only that, but she has never truly pursued a career with the things she learned from the coursework, or even used her AA.
For half of the relationship, she did not work at all. When she did, it was often part time work, and if she was saddled with full time hours or, god forbid, overtime, it was a world-ending affair. She would come home and constantly be tired from her few hours at work and would do little more than sit around and crochet.
Our agreement when we bought our house was that she was going to work full time and we were going to split household duties, but I would definitely scoop the cat box because she was allergic (but she wanted cats) and wash dishes (because she hated them), and she would do laundry (because I hated it). In practice, all her version of laundry turned out to be was to throw loads in when one of us was out of clothes and just hit wash and then rotate, and then leave all the clothes in a pile on the bed. EVERYONE KNOWS folding the laundry is the worst part! Come on! Men's clothes are easy! I don't wear that much! (When we would fold, I often finished in a third of her time and would just hang out and chat until she was done)
Ultimately, this meant that for many years now, she was working barely more than part time if she was working at all, and would sort-of do laundry. Meanwhile, I am scooping litter, folding laundry, doing dishes, doing all related yard work, doing all the household cleaning, handling all the finances, I did MOST of the cooking, and all of the grocery shopping (often going alone), driving her from work if I could (she'd uber it if not) and picking her up and driving her home, as well as just generally being a chauffeur for her for 10 years, while working a full time job and a side gig online. Many nights I'd have to stop what I was doing to pick her up at closing hours, and then would sit in the parking lot for 30 minutes while she did tasks like vacuum her little crystal shop that she definitely could have done before close so I didn't end up waiting so damn long. Then we'd come home hang out and eat while we watched TV, and then if I wanted to try and go upstairs to do another hobby, I'd be silently guilted about it because she wanted to sit on the couch and crochet.
Part 5: My Problems I am not perfect, and admit I have flaws. One of her favorite things to claim to our friends now is that I was "emotionally neglectful", and if there is truth to it, I think I can pin down the day. Before I started working full time again, I was going to school on the 9/11 GI bill. I was not a good student in my younger years, but in time, I have become rather good at school. My first two semesters back I easily maintained a 4.0 GPA. Over the summer in 2022, I, woefully, decided to take a Calc 2 class online because I could not find one in person and wanted to be ready for Calc 3 in the Fall to fill a prereq for my bachelor's, and I really liked the instructor for that Calc 3 class. This calc 2 class was painful. The instructor had clearly recorded all his lectures during Covid and we were simply given the full course of videos and given work assignments and said "Email me if you have questions." This is
not how I learn, but I figured, hey, it's one class. I'm working again, but one class isn't a huge deal. I can knock this out.
I was wrong.
After the second exam, I had a low C in the class and I
knew I couldn't keep up. I withdrew from the class feeling no other option. I tend to be pretty good at math, and ultimately my dream was to work with 3d printing on an industrial scale with a Mechanical Engineering degree- and if that failed I had my military history (which is engineering relevant) and a degree to fall back on and work should come easily. After clicking that withdraw button, I saw those dreams vaporize. After that, I threw myself into my government civilian job full time and slowly fell into depression. By the end of our relationship, with the toll of doing 99% of the work around the house and for her and with my dreams dead and buried, at age 33, I would wake up and pray I died. I would never kill myself, but I wanted to just die. I felt backed into a corner. I still did everything I could to support her and hoped that one day, she would pick up some of the load and maybe, just maybe, I could go back, but that day did not come (At least not in the way I expected).
Part 6: The Aftermath This post is already too long, and if I include every single detail that has come to light since, I might actually hit the post cap, but I will go over at least some of it here.
I have had my friends come out in droves. Both of them have been effectively exiled, at least from what I can see, from every friend circle we have. After a couple of days, they flew back to live with, I guess, his parents in Vegas while they sorted shit out, because after I spoke with Z's previous roommate, he adamantly explained he was tired of all the "fucking drama" that Z had been bringing into the house and was just done with it.
I have spoken with many, many people and gotten even more context and even receipts of some of each of their conversations to our mutual friends, and some of the shit I read is just hilarious.
He is "not ashamed of pursuing happiness, he is just sad that people got hurt".
She is "coming to terms with emotional neglect and felt trapped, but now, yes now, she is free."
I got my neighbors to watch the cats, and took my dog up to visit my closest friend of 20 years and spent about a week and a half drinking, smoking, and talking about all this while surrounded by some of the most beautiful nature the US has to offer. Truly, without this man, I don't think I'd have gotten this far as quickly as I have. He really has been a lifesaver and I truly, to my dying day, will always appreciate him.
Paperwork has been filed, we wish to remain on good terms, and one day I still do hope I can be a friend to her, but she is woefully immature and incapable of adequately performing in an adult society. I have quit my job and am returning to school with a much lighter budget and will be getting that degree I desperately need.
It's been hard, real hard. I have put every ounce of my being into this relationship, and I truly felt like she was part of me, and nothing like this could ever happen. But it's that trust that
allowed this to happen. I do not hate her, I'm just disappointed. I will pick up my pieces and, hopefully, find myself whole again soon.
Part 7: Rambling anecdotes These are some stories I wanted to include in the previous body of text but didn't feel like it kept the same flow (if there even is any at all, I'm not proofreading this). If I remember any others after I post, Ill just toss them in the comments.
Early after Z came to live with us, my mother came to the house to drop off a package. I am
pretty sure I was at work, but when my mother came to the door, both of them answered the door and the way my mom describes it "First of all, do you answer the door at your friends house? Also, the way he hovered over her made me uncomfortable. They were in the doorway and he was right up behind her poking his head out." She said my wife had told her that I was feeling unwell and was upstairs sleeping. I can't even be sure at this point.
Shortly before all the things happened, my parents were going out of town to celebrate their own anniversary, and I had agreed to dog-sit their 5 month old puppy (who, while cute, has WAY too much energy and was EXTREMELY difficult to handle, and I have raised several dogs at this point). We met up and took the dog, and then ALL of us (including Z) went to dinner. At dinner, my mother looked at my wife and asked, directly "And so how long have you been married? 6, almost 7 years? Well at least you missed that 7 year itch, huh" and my wife shortly followed with a comment about how she was not hungry and did not eat dinner that night.
All of this happened WHILE THIS CRAZY PUPPY was running around the house, and part of me thinks he pushed this to happen when it did because he could not stand having to help take care of this dog any longer (2 days).
About a week after all this happened, my wife did not text or call me, or respond to any messages or emails I sent her (I didn't send many, but they exist). Frustrated, I text her and tell her I need to talk to her about logistics moving forward, specifically about her belongings. She told me "I will talk to you when I am ready." We did not talk for another week. Also, she told me to stop talking to her mom. (I have a good relationship with both of my in-laws and while her step-father tried to remain impartial to the best of his abilities, he gave me some of the best advice I could possibly have gotten at that time, mostly about how to move forward and cope, as he has personally dealt with this with smaller relationships 3 separate times in his life which he gave me details on, and we are still on good terms.)
Their favorite TV show to watch together was Outlander, which, if you aren't aware, is basically a story about a woman who time travels and has two men in her life.
One of our biggest constant points of contention was my friendship with an old high school buddy (who I spent much of the time in the aftermath hanging out with while healing). We believe, with good reason, that she hated this man because after I had almost been hospitalized for psych reasons due to stress, he had told me I needed to talk to her about working again and doing more to help around the house. She figured out, obviously, who was telling me to say these things, and sent a very, very angry text to
his wife. They all apparently made up, but I know she never let that grudge go.
One of the fairly recent hobbies I got into was D&D. It seemed like a good fit for all of us. She loved fantasy and gaming, I enjoyed 3d printing and story telling. She needed friends, and a party of people hangin out would give her at least a few connections to start. Every night she "participated" in D&D, she mostly sat quiet and did not do anything. Hell, I tried to get her to participate in 2 different games, and after she left the first one, she asked to just sit quietly in the discord call (This first one was online only, second was in person) and listen, which was super awkward. In the in person game, after 3 months of playing, she did not know how to play her character at all, and mostly spent her time at the table crocheting. (My buddy even made a comment about how at one point, he was proud of how good I was getting at DMing and I was giving particularly good exposition, and she interrupted me to hand another player at the table a dice bag she made. I don't remember it, but I absolutely believe this happened.)
The day of "the incident", she had a meltdown about how a friend of hers had ghosted her. I told her it was okay, she was much younger anyway and people grow apart. She's probably going through stuff and we should respect that path she's on. She cried about how she has no friends.
Also the day of "the incident", we were in the shower together and she told me she had met her sister's new BF on facetime. I asked "why did she break up with her old one?" "Well... she cheated on him." "Oh, that's a shame. Cheating is probably the most cowardly act a person can do to another. If you're going to start a new relationship, you need to grow a pair and end it before starting a new one." She clearly took my words to heart.
One of my biggest pet peeves about cleaning the house is our dog sheds, a lot. If I see a hairball roll through the house it immediately drains me a bit. We had a roomba. She would send that thing home when it started and never start it again. It barely ran. She would not vacuum.
One of the most common descriptors of her I've heard used by many people now that they're "allowed to" is "She was there, doing the thing with us, but it was like she wasn't there."
Something she thought that I apparently hadn't figured out by the time we talked after everything happened was that they had been talking since February. I told her I wasn't stupid and had figured it out already that this wasn't out of the blue.
Z's wife is currently pregnant with the baby of the man she cheated on him with. (And
he is also married)
Anything else I remember Ill leave for comments, I know there is much, much more.
im in highschool and in a woodshop class, anyway i walked into the bathroom and lifted the toilet seat, yellow and purple stuff in the toilet with a white film over it and all over the seat, and in the sink.
i didnt think it was vomit at first because it looked kinda like that clear tinted plastic confetti. there was no smell at all in the bathroom, it was in the sink so i was thinking someone cleaned something out in the sink and dumped it in the toilet. but then my friends and the teacher think its 100% vomit.
im currently at home 3 hours later having a panic attack.
i had to wait 15 minutes to wash my hands because the closest bathroom is really far away
Hi! I am looking for advice and if anyone else has experienced this. September 2023 I was having extreme bloating. It felt like my stomach suddenly filled up with gas especially after eating anything. I would wake up with a flat stomach but as the day progressed my bloat got insane. Basically looked 6 months pregnant. Terrible gas that smelt horrible especially at night. I also had really bad constipation, but Metamucil and Smooth Move Tea kind of helped. I went to the doctor that same month did a breath test and came back positive for this DREADED STUPID PARASITE (H,Pylori).
This made a lot of sense to me because my partner was treated for H.pylori earlier in the year, but they had symptoms for years. They were also completely different from mine (nausea, vomiting, stomach burning, weight loss), so I didn't suspect it. Anyhow, I did the triple therapy in October for 2 weeks (it was hell), but after I FELT IMMENSLEY BETTER, just in time for my bday. I basically went back to my normal. Could eat whatever I wanted, no more bloat, no more gas, and no constipation. 6 weeks after completing I tested negative.
This only lasted 4 months. Fast forward to end of FEB 2024, I started to experience chronic constipation, and insane bloating after eating anything. I also started to have some shortness of breath because the bloat was so bad, and heartburn. TMI: I also have had floating yellow mucus in stool and fluffy yellow/brown stool that is rarely formed. The shortness of breath and heartburn went a way as of right now (knock on wood), but the bloat and constipation has seemed to get worse. I did a stool test and it all came back negative for parasites or bacteria. Now I am having gurgling stomach and it feels like it is filling with gas, as well as occasional dull left side abdominal pain. I went to the Gastro, she recommended I do SIBO Breath Test and retest for H.Pylori. I did a lactulose breath test and she said I tested slightly positive for SIBO, my ppm stayed between 1-9 until the last 15 min of breath test it went to 21ppm. I don't know if this is copletely SIBO though. I am doing a H.pylori breath test this Thursday and will update.
If anyone has any idea what this is or has had a similar experience I would greatly appreciate your advice.
Also, if there is anything that can help with the bloat or constipation (I have tried metamucil, miralax, and magnesium citrate) they worked temporary. I am also following a Low-FODMAP Diet my gastro recommended, but it is barley helping symptoms.
TLDR: Treated H.pylori felt normal for 4 months now have symptoms again. PLEASE HELP.
Hi , I’ve been on semlaglutide for about a year. I stoped my last does 4 weeks ago. Today I’m having the worst stomach pain that radiates to my back / spine. Been having very liquid diarrhea. Nausea ( no vomiting ) the pain will not go away. I took 2 peppermint abdominal pill s. Still hurting. Pains not extreme but it’s very very uncomfortable. Should I go to the ER ?
So a medical emergency happened in my family and naturally it stressed me out. It at like 3am and I ended up not getting to sleep until 6am. Now it’s almost 8pm, everyone is fine and ive been absolutely ill all day. Extreme nausea (I feel part of it is bc the family member who had the issue vomited so now I feel sick bc I have a sympathy vomiting issue lmao. I’ve had diarrhea, dizziness, heart palpitations, high heart rate. Pots is really acting up. Everyone else around me is fine and calm but it feels like I was just hunted by lions. I can’t just be stressed and then be fine later it makes me physically ill for days on end after. I’m tired of it. I’m also getting off an antidepressant so that’s a reasonable explanation for the nausea as I have been feeling that for the last few days but seeing someone else vomit makes it feel more serious lol. I don’t think that I’m actually sick, I’m pretty sure the family member just ate too much before bed and had acid reflux but we thought it was a heart attack bc he had chest pain too. So I’m hoping it’s not a stomach bug or anything like that. I feel like it’s just POTS being POTS and making everything worse.
Just got back from a long day at the ER. Started with nausea, vomiting, & diarrhea Friday that never stopped. I became more and more fatigued and weak. Haven’t been able to eat or drink since Thursday. Finally made the decision to go in to be checked this morning. Doc said more than likely it’s the drug that caused dehydration which has resulted in kidney injury! I’m beyond terrified of my next steps and see my primary tomorrow. Please say a prayer. And this is where my journey ends with no more Zepbound.
Has anyone has a dog who experienced side effects from taking Prilosec? It works much better then pepcid for my dog, so I switched when he had back surgery a year ago... but after he recovered, he started having short bought of diarrhea (like once a month), then it changed to occasionally vomiting food. The most recent time was diarrhea then vomited the next day. He's seen the vet numerous times with no real change. So I'm trying to rule out any external possibilities of things that changed that might be causing this. He's 12, about 45lb collie/lab mix. Thanks
My baby is a chocolate lab, 16 months male intact. he started having vomiting on Thursday last week, other than that he’s his usual crazy self. Took him to the vet she took his temperature (no fever) and palates his stomach and felt nothing and he had no adverse reaction so determined not in pain. he was given sulcrete and some other meds, and has his blood taken. He had dropped from 86lb to 77lb in a matter of days (he was in the vets the week before for a dew claw surgery because he nearly ripped it off and was weighed then) Results were elevated white blood cells, no pancreas issues and a bunch of other stuff tested nonissues. . He was still being sick and then started diarrhea so he had a fecal panel and that came back with no parasites or issues. Tonight he committed around 6pm, drank water and hasn’t been able to keep it down and has thrown the water up a bunch of times. He is obviously feeling very down and looks very sorry for himself.
I’ve got him booked back to the vet for tomorrow. I’m posting here to ask for any advice in questions I can ask or other tests I can ask for.
I called off work today because I was vomiting a ton and have severe diarrhea, I think I ate some bad chicken last night. I’ve unfortunately even spread it to my husband 😞 I’m starting to feel better now, and I think I might even feel up to working my shift tomorrow. However, I’m worried I can still spread this to other people. I’m also afraid that, if I exert myself, the vomiting and diarrhea might get worse and I’ll end up puking and crapping myself all during my hour drive to work. Should I call out again to be safe?
Has anyone else started vomiting after having multiple shots? I just had my third shot on the 12th and I have vomited the last two mornings since. I am still on 2.5 and aside from gas and diarrhea off and on since I have started, I haven’t had terrible nausea/vomiting until this week. It’s only the once in the morning though. I’ve been doing my injections in my stomach so I am considering trying my thigh to see if that changes anything. I’ve lost 12 lbs so far so I’m hoping I don’t have to stop now. 🥲
My 2 year old cat is in the ER right now after a sever vomiting attack last night. They did an abdominal ultrasound and saw severe inflammation of her intestines which indicated either IBD or lymphoma. They would have to do a biopsy to definitively rule out lymphoma
My cat has never really had many gastro issues. She doesn't throw up often. I don't think she has diarrhea often. The only thing I ever noticed was that she sometimes goes through periods where she has a big appetite and eats all of her food and periods where she is not very hungry and leave most of her food in her bowl. She's only 2 but her weight has been the same, ~10-11 lbs, for at least 1-1.5 years.
I'm really hoping it is just IBD that we can manage with diet and medication and she can live a full life. The only stories I've found online about this, it ended up being lymphoma but they were all about cats who were 10+ years old. Has anyone experienced this and it ended up being IBD?
Please someone tell me this isn’t so. I just left the vet with my 16 month old Pyrenees and it’s sounded like we don’t have much time with him. But I’m so confused about the whole visit in general. I can’t post his bloodwork on here but I do have it to discuss if it will help answer questions. He’s a neutered male and weighs 120lbs. He started vomiting last night (not a lot, just yellow foam) and this morning he could no longer walk and was urinating on himself. How does this happen? He’s just a baby. My heart is broken and I hope I’m just misunderstanding something. Please help.