Groin tender pain male

I wish I never had to interact with another man again.
It's just done now. It's over. I will never, ever, ever trust a man again.
I had kids youngish at 24 because I thought I had met the love of my life. I have just been through so much pain and heartbreak. I have never had a positive male role model.
I got abandoned by my father and then adopted and then abandoned by my adoptive father. My grandpa's were not in my life. I thought my highschool track coach was the nicest guy ever and actually believed in me but turns out he was just fucking my mom. I was raped 3 times in my early 20s. My first boyfriend was incredibly abusive.
I'm 31 now and have spent the last 7 years trying to survive motherhood with a complete asshole of a husband who treated me like complete shit after I got pregnant, cheated on me multiple times, gaslit, stonewalled, etc. I have tried so hard to be the best mother, homemaker, and wife possible. I'm so exhausted. My kids are finally almost both in school and preschool. I've finally gotten hit with this wave of anger the past few months but it's more like acceptance that I genuinely don't care if I never date or have sex again I am just 100% done with men. I'm sick of competing with younger, hotter women that my husband flirts with and lusts after while neglecting me. I'm ready for my wise old woman era. Like I don't care if prince charming showed up at my door one day and offered me the world. I'm done.
I dont want any man to take any energy from me ever again.

Hello, M19, rn my groin is acting weird, like weird pains and itching, even though ive been on antibiotics
On Feb 9th, i received oral and fingered a girl (idk if this info is important)(i also had ripped of dead skin or had cuts on my fingers if thats important)
about like a week later my crotch started itching and i had pain in my urethra, i got tasted a week later after all that and got all negative (except hep a)
i also had pus come out of my penis once
after the pus appeared, I’ve been talking to my urologist like ever since i tested negative, but he consistently says there is nothing to worry about, the urine test he runs says there are no antibodies in my urine or special blood cells fighting off a disease.
he thinks its prostatitis, and the pus that came could have been a uti, but idk if i should believe that and continue working with him, get a second opinion, try new antibiotics, or get another std blood test.
what could be happening? do i have an std? or is it something else that is unrelated?
EDIT: i currently still have pain in urethra mostly, and occasionally itchy

After a recent, unusually painful smear I got sent for an examination to discuss my pain and other weird symptoms I’ve been experiencing over the last few years but I’m very good at gaslighting myself and convincing myself I’m fine so I’ve always clocked it up to my body and cycle changing due to age (30 in August) The symptoms I presented were - Worsening cycle, no heavy bleeding but random cramping throughout the month, unbearable ovulation pain to the point of nausea and exhaustion (my day is a write off if I’m ovulating) - Constant bloating and heavy/tender feeling in my lower abdomen unrelated to period - Deep pain during sex and sometimes orgasm, no position is better or worse it’s always a deep uncomfortable/stabbing pain, I can’t have sex around ovulation/period because it’s too painful - Fatigue, constant, every day, basically my main personality trait at this point - Constipation followed by cramping when relieved and feeling like my lady bits are also gunna fall out of me - Lower back aches and tender to touch at different parts of cycle
When I told the nurse all this she looked at me bewildered that I’d think any of this were normal and asked if I’d ever considered endometriosis and booked me in for a scan just to check everything. But I still don’t feel like.. I’m that bad? I feel like I’m being dramatic about the whole thing and just can’t handle my cycle. Does anyone else have these symptoms and have any other diagnosis’s? She also wants to check for cysts. I’ve gone years thinking all this is just me so I’m finding it very hard to wrap my head around any diagnosis.

I am a 24 year old male and I’ve been having a constant struggle with pancreatitis for about 6 months. It was due to alcohol abuse originally and I quit drinking when it happened at the end of November. I don’t smoke either. I have been hospitalized about 10 times since then and have lost 40 pounds. The doctors have done CT scans, MRIs, ultrasounds, and two endoscopy’s. I get the same treatment every time, just pain control and I’m told this may be a flare up that sticks with me. I refuse to believe this 6 month flare up can continue even longer. I cannot eat much at all, I’ve missed so much work, lost so much weight and medical bills are piling up. I’m married with a 6 year old and everything falls on me. I’m trying to keep fighting but I honestly don’t know if I’ll ever get better at this point. Any guidance or suggestions would be greatly appreciated 🙏🏻 this has taken over my life. Each and every day I suffer in pain and starvation, I cannot play with my son or do anything as a family anymore, going to the grocery store as simple as that should be has turned into a huge task. Please I beg for some help, this is no way to live.

In this episode, a psychiatrist's daughter is murdered by her lover, and the mom takes revenge by convincing a serial killer's son to do the deeds for her. Lots of threads to connect here.

• Horrible horrible 0/10 tranition to the meat tenderizer
• Domestic Emily <3
• OH a date??? Somehow I'm attracted to both Emily and Mendoza
• Emily is so cute please and I love Rossi's Italian grandma impression
• Ugh I wanna be behind this pairing so badly (love Emily and I think they're both hotties) but I'm not feeling the Emily/Mendoza chemistry??? Let me give it a chance.
• The cases with male victims are always extra gruesome :( Here I am eating pasta and boom! And open chest!
• Reid would've cracked that geographical profile wide open. Sigh.
• Garcia's little blue bobbles and matching glasses are tew keewt!
• Oh my gosh another throwback!
• Oh no oh no oh no not a manipulative psychiatrist 😭
• I would be gagging after running up that hill. Thank goodness for beefy team members like Luke and Matt who can run.
• Ah I feel a little bad for the unsub. He had so much stacked against him😭
• Emily (and Reid) stop being personal targets to unsubs challenge: FAILED!
• Okay, I take back a LITTLE bit my skepticism. I'm starting to like Emily and Mendoza. Baby steps.

9/10
I like the throwbacks and the psychiatrist angle was a good twist.

6y/o male Medications: multivitamin, Singulair, Flovent, Flonase, zyrtec.
History of asthma & sleep apnea, allergies to something unknown. Pics of rash linked.
Woke him up for school and he asked for help getting dressed, stating he was itchy. I immediately noticed this rash & took him to an urgent care as the last time he had something like this it was a complication of covid (kawasaki disease) but he has no symptoms of covid.
He had a swollen watery eye on Friday, and then a mild runny nose over the weekend. I thought nothing more of it aside from seasonal allergies. On Monday he started with this rash on his forehead, and now it's all over his face, neck, back, chest, and arms. It looks like this and it feels like I'm touching a strawberry when I rub my hands over the affected areas.
He has had no new exposures to anything. Hasn't been exposed to heat. We had mangos last night, but hes had them before with no problems. He's also having nightmares, which is normal for him right before he spikes a fever.
I updated his doctor about this and she seemed floored and told us to come in first thing in the morning. She said the doctor at the urgent cares suggestion that it could be strep throat rash is wrong. They didn't say what is concerning, but they are concerned.
All allergy panels come back negative since age 2. High levels of IgE in blood tests though in 2023 at 393.
Seriously, this kid has hives or similar breakouts at least weekly since 2020. This one was just so widespread and quick and so itchy/painful for him.
Dr's appt with his pediatrician tomorrow am. Is there anything specific I should ask of her test wise?
Thanks

By popular demand, I guess...
I was kinda just being a smart-ass, but some of you wanted more so here it is: epilogues for every NPC as if they didn't continue to travel with Gorion's Ward and instead just decided to live their own life. Obviously, there are some implied alignment changes here.
This turned out to be longer than I expected and I kinda just threw it all together while I was working. Please excuse any typos or sloppy writing.
I want to apologize for one thing, though. Viconia's epilogue really only works if GW is a male, so I had to make that assumption for the sake of her story. If it matters any, I easily play just as many female GWs as I do male GWs. In fact, I probably play more female GWs because I don't care for the romances, frequently play the canon party, and want to nip the lame Jah romance in the bud.
But, to have them all in one place, I included my original smart-ass epilogues with the additional ones I created. Now, every character from BG1 and BG2 has an epilogue. I don't have the EE characters, though, because I play the original games and don't really know them.
So, just for funsies, which one is your favorite and why?
"Anomen continued to wait at the Copper Coronet for a party of adventurers willing to travel with him. Maybe it was the grating sound of his voice, or perhaps the way he leered at women, but he continued to remain alone. Eventually, he needed to find work to make ends meet. With Gorion's Ward having disbanded the slave traders and pit fights, Hendak had to find a new form of entertainment for the patrons. As such, he invented an all male review ladies night, and Anomen found work as a 'dancer'. He left the Most Noble Order of the Radiant Heart to join the less noble order of the pole. He also renounced his faith to Helm and instead allied himself with Waukeen because if you wanna see some groin, you gotta have some coin."
"Despite Gorion's Ward clearing the trolls from her keep, Nalia was not able to reclaim her lands and instead lost her estate to Lord Roenall. The lord offered to let her retain residence in her family's ancestral home, but only in exchange for her hand in marriage. Nalia found the proposition to be repugnant. Instead, she salvaged whatever wealth she could from her family's keep and moved to Athkatla to start a new life. She no longer helped the less fortunate, as she was now among their numbers and had her own problems. Nalia's lack of any practical skills combined with her sense of entitlement sent her into a life of failure followed by drinking and debauchery. She now spends more time back at the Copper Coronet than anywhere else. It is hard to say where she squanders her wealth more, the alcohol, or on the dancers during Ladies Night."
"After the incident with the Planar Sphere, Valygar was finally free of his past, could retire to his cabin, and pursue his true passion: writing. Ironically, the only inspiration he found ended up stemming from his family's checkered past. Valygar's only works that even had middling success were 'Tuesdays with Lavok' and 'Dude, Where's My Planar Sphere', with the latter being made into a production at the Five Flagoons Theater."
"Haer'Dalis continued to work as a performer at the Five Flagoons Theater. Unfortunately, it struggled due to poor management. It might have turned out better if an outside agent with fresh ideas had stepped in, but Gorion's Ward had better things to do than be a bard. While the work was generally steady, the returns were not great and the material was a little low-brow for Haer'Dalis' liking. The tiefling realized he reached rock bottom when he was cast as the lead in a play about a buffoon who apparently lost a plane-shifting apparatus the size of a small castle and had to find it before his parents returned from Neverwinter. After the opening night, he took his own life in his dressing room. His body was found the next morning with a note saying, 'Art is dead and I am art, so I shall join art in death.' Biff the Understudy stepped in for Haer'Dalis despite never having an opportunity to read the script. Nevertheless, the production was a resounding success and launched Biff's career to new heights."
“A heartbroken Garrick found work as a character actor at the Five Flagoons Theater, but eventually gained more success as a writer and director. He found it to be a mostly agreeable situation, aside from a tiefling primadonna who would constantly belittle his work and call it ”trite" and “drivel”. Fortunately, that situation worked itself out in time and Garrick found Biff to be much easier to direct. With the tiefling gone, his ideas had room to grow. He invented a new kind of love story, one where the protagonist doesn't always get the girl at the end but the journey to that ending would be quite amusing. He labeled this genre “the Comedy of Romance” and the works were mostly based on his own life. His plays were quite popular among the commoners, with his top selling shows being 'Sleepless in Saradush', 'Silverymoon Linings Playbook', and 'Crazy Rich Aasimars'. He eventually fully transitioned off the stage into the director's chair. By the peak of his fame, he was married to none other than Queen Ellesime."
“Aerie continued to work at the circus and WOULD NOT SHUT UP ABOUT HER DAMN WINGS. Even Quayle eventually grew sick of hearing about it. This put strain on their relationship. Things took a turn for the better when Ribald Barterman acquired a new curiosity for his shop. It was a magical ring which he sold to Quayle at a reduced rate out of sympathy. This ”treasure" was actually a cursed Ring of Deafness, which Quayle found to be anything but a curse and wore it for the rest of his days."
“Xzar and Montaron were both slain at the hands of the Athkatla Harpers, but this is actually where their story begins. Xzar, as he had done so many times before, had a backup plan of an arcane nature should death befall either he or the halfling. Their mortal essences were pulled to a pocket plane he created. There they could be channeled into restored bodies cloned at his estate. With this particular round of ritual, Xzar had incidentally made a slight error in the incantation and the two found themselves in a time suspended state in Xzar's pocket plane. It was only five minutes for the rest of the world, but it was fifty years for them. This turned out to be a pivot point in their relationship. Having only each other's company in this shadowy void, they were finally able to work out their feelings for each other. When they had returned to the prime material plane, they discovered their mutual animosity was replaced with love. Rather than pick up their life where they left off with the Zhentarim, they decided to pack it all in, moved to Bryn Shander, and start a bed and breakfast. Montaron rediscovered his halfling roots and love for the culinary arts while Xzar would perform seances to connect guests with their late loved ones. Scones and Bones became an overnight success and was consistently listed as a “must see” in Volo's travel guides. In their golden years, the couple co-wrote a memoir of their journey, ‘Brokeback Montaron’, which is sold in bookstores everywhere."
“After briefly crossing paths with Gorion's Ward, Mazzy Fentan continued her crusade as a de facto halfling paladin. She eventually found herself petitioning for membership at the Most Noble Order of the Radiant Heart in Athkatla after she had singlehandedly saved a village from an ancient dracolich. Despite the extent of her virtue and accomplishment, her petition was denied on the basis that halflings could not possibly be real paladins. This inspired her next crusade, one to break down vocational barriers for all demihuman races. Why couldn't halflings be paladins or dwarves be wizards? And why did gnomes always have to be illusionists? It simply made no goddamn sense. She began to get traction with her quest when she attended lectures by the wizards of the (sword) coast in Candlekeep. With their help, she ushered Faerun into a new edition era where there would be no vocational barriers for adventurers based on their race. Soon, the world began to see roguish halflings that also venerated Helm, while tending to the wilds as a druid. Half-orc bards also studied as wizards while manifesting natural arcane abilities as sorcerers. Tiefling paladins took their crusades to the wilderness and served as rangers, while sidelining as clergy to Mystra. The world was now a liberated place, free to not make any goddamn sense in a myriad of new ways. At one point, Lady Mazzy Fentan of Trademeet (now formally a paladin) crossed paths with a dwarven shadowdancebard and in that moment she regretted everything. Seriously, just take a moment and picture that. It would look fucking ridiculous.”
“Yeslick's clanhome was flooded once again. Despondent and without options, he took work at a smithy in Baldur's Gate but never stopped dreaming of finding both a clan and a home. He found a way to bring this dream to life after a courageous halfling paladin broke down the barriers for, among other things, dwarves to be wizards. Yeslick had an idea. He studied magic diligently until he was able to cast two spells of great importance: Water Breathing and Permanence. He then searched the lands for other clanless dwarves who would be willing to try something new. With the new clan he formed, Yeslick permanently gave all his fellow clansman the ability to breath underwater. They then moved into the flooded Cloakwood Mines and built the first underwater dwarven stronghold. Using his arcane powers, Yeslick also developed the ability to speak with the marine life that shared this stronghold. And, with that, the clan Aquadwarf was born. At one point, Valygar visited and wrote a play based on Yeslick's story. However, he couldn't even get it to stage at the Five Flagoons Theater. The illustrious director Garrick was quoted as saying, “A hero that can breath underwater and talk to fish? Nobody would go for that!"
“Keldorn finally retired from the Most Noble Order of the Radiant Heart and looked forward to a much simpler life. He rekindled his marriage with Lady Maria and life seemed to improve. It was rather early on when the couple discovered that Maria had become pregnant again. It was also not long after that when Peony, the housekeeper, also became pregnant. Maria started to ask Keldorn about this, but Keldorn started to get defensive and asked, ”Hey, who's the Inquisitor here?" Then Keldorn started to do the math with her to track the conception of Maria's pregnancy. She certainly did not want him to get to the end of that equation, so she quickly changed the subject. She suggested getting a new maid, but Keldorn chastised her for abandoning someone in their time of need who had been like family for years. He forbade Peony's departure claiming that his god, Torm, would not stand for it. Maria then made a passive aggressive comment about Torm being the god of loyalty, but she was mostly just muttering under her breath to get the last word in. Eventually, both children were born and had probably the most awkward upbringing of anyone in Faerun."
“After Gorion's Ward helped Coran take down a wyvern, the rogue brought the beast's head back to the mayor of Beregost for the reward and accolades. He thought this put him in a position to be a hero of great renown and perhaps, just maybe, people would stop mocking him for his flashy attire and completely superfluous eye mask. They didn't. He only gained acceptance when he crossed paths with a ranger who seemed indifferent towards Coran's keen fashion sense. Coran traveled the Sword Coast with his ranger sidekick, righting the wrongs against the ‘little guy’ and taking the law into their own hands when needed. This partnership dissolved when he discovered that the ranger thought Coran was the sidekick. As if! Coran tried to correct the ranger, whose argument was, 'Really, man, if that outfit doesn't scream sidekick then I'm Elminster's twin brother.' The ranger was not related to Elminster and shared no resemblance.
“Kivan never was able to get his revenge on Tazok. Unbeknownst to him, that honor was taken by Gorion's Ward. His thirst for vengeance continued to eat away at him until he found himself in a bat infested cave in the wilderness. It was then he snapped. He turned the cave into his secret hideaway, put together a disguise and started wandering the sword coast looking for evil-doers to punish. He would leave his calling card wherever he saved the day, a token of a bat with longer ears like an elf. And bats already had rather long ears so these bat ears were almost comically obtrusive. Nevertheless, his deeds were generally appreciated and the people stared calling him Bat-elf. For a short spell, another elf tagged along with him and tried to help, but he was so flamboyantly dressed that one could pick his sidekick out of the shadows blindfolded. Kivan eventually had to send him on his way. Unfortunately, his vigilante crusade abruptly ended after receiving a cease and decist order from DC Comics. Kivan could fight both monster and marauder all day, but his 14 Constitution wouldn't hold up against a lawsuit for trademark infringement.”
“Skie was deeply affected by both the death of her brother and the assassination of her father. And yes, her father was actually murdered and didn't lol-jk back to life in some crappy DLC. In any event, through these traumas, she came to realize the puerility of what she thought was her brilliant criminal masterminding. Instead, she decided to settle down and live a more responsible life as an upstanding citizen of Baldur's Gate. She took the reins of her father's estate after his death and rose to prominence as one of the Grand Dukes of the city. She maintained her relationship with Eldoth for quite some time, inexplicably, as he refused to get a job because he didn't want to take attention from his band which he swore was going to make it. However, the bard spent most of the day either lounging at Skie’s estate or gambling away his allowance with games of three-dragon-ante at the Helm and Cloak. Eventually, inspired by the book “Men Are From Menzoberranzan, Women Are From Immilmar," she decided to call it quits with Eldoth and sent him packing. Shortly thereafter, she met a man who was nothing like Eldoth and they settled down together to start a family."
“Eldoth's dreams of being a world-famous musician fronting the greatest band in Faerun never reached fruition. This was partly because he didn't actually have a band and partly because he didn't have the talent to write music. Instead, he just had a lute he purchased at Lucky Aello's Discount Store that only had one A-string and was missing the E-string. Also, Eldoth could only play power chords and he couldn't really sing and play at the same time. Most of the time he would just strum a chord or two and then talk about what the song would do next, often describing a solo and half playing it on an ”air lute" (while he was still holding an actual lute, mind you) to give people the idea as to how the song would sound when it was finally written. Yeah, he was one of those guys. After Skie kicked him to the curb, he bounced between various barmaids who clearly had low self-esteem, but not low enough to keep him around for long. Eventually, he got one of them pregnant and was forced into a shotgun wedding by the barmaid's father. He now works in the kitchen at the same inn as his barmaid wife. She helps the customers up front and he cooks eggs in the back. Eldoth continues to tell himself that this experience will just provide inspiration for his music and that someday he was going to get the band back together."
“After being rescued by Gorion's Ward, Xan made his way to Baldur's Gate to regroup. He spent an inordinate amount of time beating himself up over his failures and trying to muster the gumption to continue his quest to unravel the political turmoil of the region. However, it took him months to get to this point, and by that time, Gorion's Ward already sorted out the problems in the region. Discovering this, he deemed himself a failure yet again and sunk into a deeper depression. He pulled himself out of it when he met a woman who lost most of her family to violent deaths during the iron crisis, yet she still kept herself together and became a local success in a few short years. Xan immediately fell in love with the recently single Skie Silvershield and began to court her. They eventually married and started a family. At Xan's insistence, and inspired by his wife's name, their two daughters were named Sunshine and Rainbow. Xan was a staunch supporter of his wife's career and stayed home to raise the kids. When they were older and needed less attending, he followed a new dream and became a motivational speaker.”
“Korgan had his revenge against his backstabbing crew and employer, but he felt...empty. It was done, but he felt no satisfaction. Disgruntled and disappointed, he decided to lose himself in his cups at the Copper Coronet. Even this did nothing to alleviate his malaise. One night, having passed out drunk in a peasant room at the Copper Coronet, he dreamt of that final fight but something was different. In the background of the battle, there was a glow coming from the door of a shack and he heard the whispering of a language that sounded like it was from Kara-Tur. When he woke the next morning, Korgan returned to the rooftop and found the shack from his dream. He knocked and was greeted by a priest of Illmater. Korgan told the priest of his dream and he was led into the backroom where he found a man from Kara-Tur infirm and huddled over a cup of tea. The priest explained that he had just reincarnated this man of the faith using a heart delivered by a passing adventurer. Korgan took this as a sign, converted to the faith, and the two paired up to help those in suffering as a result of the schemes of others. The tales of Korgan and Yoshimo were not only told in many of a tavern by the bards, but also collected in graphic serials that were popular among the children of Athkatla.”
“Ajantis' death sent him into an afterlife at Everwatch, the realm of Helm. For his honor and diligence, the devout knight was granted an audience with his patron. Ajantis then told Helm what utter bullshit the god was. I mean, c'mon, he's the god of protection, the Vigilant One, and he couldn't protect a group of knights from a dragon's cheap illusion spell that a mage even tried to dispel with True Sight? It was like Helm wasn't even trying. Helm was stunned by the confrontation but also had no valid defense. Ajantis called Helm to a trial that was mediated by Tyr. After careful deliberation, Tyr determined that Helm was sleeping on the job and the judgment was to demote him to a lesser deity. Now, Helm was the patron of guards, but not actual guards that ever see action, just the ceremonial ones whose weapons and armor are super shiny and probably not even real. Ajantis was then granted Helm's old portfolio and became a god that truly protected his followers.”
“Viconia left Athkatla's government district perplexed. She was rescued from burning at the stake by Gorion's Ward and then immediately dismissed. She found this to be unusual behavior for a male. She was accustomed to men either trying to bed her or kill her, but this casual indifference was completely new. Viconia came to be obsessed with Gorion's Ward from a distance. She spiraled into a fantasy where the two of them had a future together. It was pretty bad. There were some extremely embarrassing vision boards involved and that wasn't even the worst of it. When her mania reached critical mass, her obsession actually collapsed and she had an epiphany. She came to realize that she did not need this man, or any for that matter. She started on a journey of self discovery and took a moral inventory of her past relationships. She wrote about it in the book, “Men Are From Menzoberranzan, Women Are From Immilmar”. She then used the revenue from the book sales to open Athkatla's first feminist bookstore. In Her Words became a mecca for women, particularly those who felt trapped in bad relationships. The community that emerged here created the group, Friends of Galia, which strove to free women from abusive relationships. Eventually, the bookstore expanded to include an apartment block above that became a shelter for such women. Occasionally, the partners of these victims would come around to In Her Words in an attempt to drag their partners back home. You can probably guess how a confrontation between a drunken 0-level commoner and a Drow priestess of Shar ends."
“Faldorn was defeated by Jaheira in Trademeet and lost her title of Arch-Druid. In truth, she was relieved to be relieved of the position. Years of pushing forward the Shadow Druid agenda led Faldorn to realize that she had lost touch with the real Faldorn along the way. After some soul-searching, she reinvented herself as a lifestyle guru and developed an entire line of organic health and beauty products under the name, She-Wolf. Both her products and seminars were all the rage in Athkatla, specifically among noblewomen who clearly had too much free time. Faldorn eventually gave up her residence in natural environs for a lavish estate in Athkatla's government district. Her following soon pressured her to petition to join the Council of Six after the fall of the Cowled Wizards left the position open (aside from a short-term replacement). Her petition was a success and she soon found herself on the Council of Six. Under her leadership, she created created the FDAA, the Food and Drink Association of Athkatla. Now, instead of draconian rules governing magic in the city, equally restrictive rules and standards were applied to the food and drink that the people consumed.”
“Barely surviving being gravely wounded by Irenicus, Tiax left Spellhold for Athkatla where he intended to do what he did best: rule. Learning from his past campaign mistakes in Baldur's Gate, he changed his slogan from ”Tiax Rules!" to “Make Athkatla Great Again”. Of course, what he thought would make Athkatla great was putting himself in charge as a despotic leader. But, he toned down that aspect of his platform and instead focused on the history of scheming and backroom dealing of the Cowled Wizards (as if he was any less evil or scheming) and promised the people he would be different than all the other corrupt politicians. Miraculously, despite his obviously apparent character flaws, he succeeded in replacing the Cowled Wizards' representative on the Council of Six. He decided to take their stance on restrictive magic to the next level and banned magic entirely. Since he didn't study the arcane himself, it was no skin of his nose. This move undermined his support base leaving him with only the most backwards and ignorant followers. He was ultimately removed from his position when he insisted the city build a wall around the planar sphere and was expecting that the city's wizards would be the ones to pay for it. After his removal, his few remaining extreme supporters organized an invasion of the main government building under the guise of freedom of assembly. All nine of these “rebels” were rounded up, tried, and sent to prison. Tiax was convicted of treason and reincarnated in Spellhold, which was now just a common prison. After his eventual release, he was prohibited from seeking any position of power in Amn."
"Edwin Odesseiron continued to lay low with the Shadow Thieves for a while. The Cowled Wizards suffered a crippling blow as a side effect of the conflict between Gorion's Ward and Irenicus. Edwin decided to step in and finish the job. His thought was that he could wipe out the Cowled Wizard remnants and then take credit for their defeat, thereby gaining him more clout among the Red Wizards of Thay. After many conspicuous mage battles in the streets of Athkatla, he succeeded. However, the people who noticed his efforts the most were actually the people of Athkatla. They were tired of living under the Cowled Wizards' iron fist and Edwin was lauded as a liberator and hero. He even had a statue in his image raised in Waukeen's Promenade. Edwin was initially nonplussed over people finally giving him the credit he always felt he so rightfully deserved. But, he quickly came to accept their praise and bought in to being a champion for the people. Edwin continued his agenda of liberation when a clearly insane gnome who found his way on the Council of Six tried to ban magic entirely in the city. Edwin and his followers were primarily responsible for having the madman removed from his seat.
“Shar-Teel, Safana, Branwen, and Alora all happened to cross paths with each other at Elfsong one evening. Shar-Teel was looking to fight a man, Safana was looking to shag a man, Branwen was recently petrified by a man, and Alora was just excited to be somewhere new. The four got to talking with each other and, despite having wildly different personalities, seemed to hit it off. Shar-Teel was sarcastic and aggressive, Safana was self-absorbed and man-hungry, Alora was kind and sweet, and Branwen was the matriarch of the group. You wouldn't think this lot would get along, but they actually did, and their differences merely become the fuel for innocuous hi-jinks week after week.”
"With Gorion's Ward's help, Cernd was able to rescue his child that he then abandoned again at the druid grove near Trademeet. He promised that he would return to raise the child, he just needed to run to the general shop in Trademeet for some pipeweed. He never returned, but that was pretty obvious since he didn’t even smoke. Cernd continued to wander Faerun. It came to light in Cormyr that Cernd had actually married, and had children, with numerous women in Cormyr, Amn, the Sword Coast, Tethyr, Calimshan, Turmish, Halruaa, Icewind Dale, Chondath, Sembia, Impiltur, the Silver Marches, and even the Troll Hills (don't ask). Furthermore, it was discovered that Cernd was not actually a druid, just a werewolf that had a Ring of Goodberries. The druid con was so that he could have a reason to abandon his wives and children and move on to a new situation. You would be surprised at how many women could fall for a guy that can conjure an impromptu picnic in the park. Unfortunately for Cernd, Cormyr was not the kind of place to run afoul of the legal system. For the crime of bigamy, he was sentenced to life in prison. He never set foot near a druid grove again, but he was allowed to participate in a work-release program tending to the gardens of nobles.
“Kagain returned to his shop and grew even more bitter, but not over what the death of Entar Silvershield's son had done to his reputation and business. Instead, he resented that even the Enhanced Edition of the game didn't give him a remotely decent companion quest. By Moradin's hammer, Cernd even had a pretty involved companion quest and the story there both starts and ends with a deadbeat dad! Also, Kagain can regenerate! Korgan can't even do that. And another thing! He was sick of people confusing the two of them as if all dwarves look alike or something. Ok, granted, they're both old dwarves with greying beards, but Korgan's beard is tied while Kagain's beard is brushed out. Of course, none of this made sense to anyone, even to Kagain who never actually crossed paths with Cernd or Korgan. However, the dwarf had nothing to do with his time except stand in his shop, isolated and alone, until he was done in by insanity and plantar fasciitis.”
“The death of Khalid shook Jaheira to the core. She convinced herself that she could never love again, certainly not so soon after his death nor with anyone that would be a child in her eyes. That would be absurd and rather tacky. After her escape from Irenicus' prison and deposing Faldorn from the druid grove, she took over as Arch-Druid. Being a Harper just wouldn't be the same without Khalid. However, the grove would allow her to explore a new, but comfortingly familiar, phase of life. She had barely been installed as the Arch-Druid when Cernd dropped off his child and disappeared again. He did not even stay long enough to tell Jaheira the child's name. Knowing he would likely not return, she named the child Khalid after her lost love. Realizing there were other children our there without families to care for them, Jahaeira would send her subordinates to wander nearby lands and bring them to the grove for a better life. Perhaps not surprisingly, many of these children happened to be Cernd's. She eventually renamed the grove to Kinder Garden in honor of the grove's new purpose of giving these children a kinder upbringing. Jaheira's headstrong personality served her well with these lost children, who all loved her as they would any mother. The Kinder Garden became the most thriving druid grove in all of Faerun. Jaheira eventually died in 1547 DR, with hundreds of children haven been rescued in her lifetime, and a memorial was erected in her honor at the grove. The inscription read, 'Nature's Servant Awaits.'"
“After being freed from Irenicus' dungeon, Minsc put his boots on the ground at the Copper Coronet. Being the simple man that he was, he found himself unwittingly recruited into fighting in the gladiator pits (before Gorion's Ward was able to free the slaves). Yet again, Minsc took a blow to the head. But this time, its effects were something completely new. No longer was he the slow-witted evil-slaying ranger, armed to the teeth and packing a hamster. Instead, his intelligence and wisdom started to blossom and he explored, through dissertation, the impact of modern civilization on the overall ecosystem of Faerun. Indeed, before Minsc started his work, the people of Faerun didn't even have the concept of an ”ecosystem". He left Athkatla to pursue a residency at Jaheira's grove where he could study and work in peace. He published works like, “The Intersection of Geopolitics and Biodiversity: Living More but Dying Sooner”, “The Essential Symbiosis Between the Savage and Civilization”, and “Moral Urbanization: Seeking a More Comprehensive Prosperity”. Minsc continued his studies and writing and ultimately produced enough groundbreaking works to have his own annex in Candlekeep. It was shortly after the dedication of this annex that Minsc disappeared from Faerun, never to be seen again."
“Jan Jansen's fate was the most impressive of all as his endeavors shaped the very fabric of Faerun for centuries to come. His story truly serves as a moral lesson for everyone and we should heed its virtue quite seriously. Helping Lissa and Jaella planted a seed of regret in Lissa with regards to her marriage to Vaelag. Speaking of seeds, this reminds Jan of a time when he was helping his Uncle Scratchy with his turnip farm. However, Uncle Scratchy was hoodwinked and the seeds he received were actually purple carrot seeds. You can imagine Uncle Scratchy's surprise when they sprouted and he suddenly had a field of purple carrots. Well, as you probably know, you can't make turnip stew, or turnip casserole, or turnip pie with purple carrots. But it just so happened there was a mage tower nearby and the resident mage needed a vast number of carrots. Apparently, her plan was to animate them as a kind of vegetable army to combat a myconid infestation in cave system rather close to her tower. Of course, animated carrots are quite self-assured and were immune to myconoid's confusion spores. Anyway, Jan had a once-removed cousin, Bobil, that was lost in those caves when he was a young gnome. He had wandered so deep that he found himself in the den of a solitary xvart who was obsessed with a magic ring. Bobil happened to purloin that ring but it turned out to not be magic at all. However, it was still worth enough for Bobil to buy himself a nice cottage in Trademeet. He then started his own turnip farm and had better luck than Uncle Scratchy. Wait, what were we talking about, again?”
“Boo continued his mission to study the sentient life forms of Faerun and determine their potential impact on the metaverse. He preferred the continued company of Minsc due to the ranger's kindness and protectiveness. Boo found this to be quite valuable in his current miniaturized state. Even after Minsc's accident, where his intellect began to expand, Minsc never lost his good heart and inherent kindness and the two remained the best of friends. It was a number of years later that the term of Boo's mission was complete. A team of his fellow people arrived on a spelljammer to collect the giant miniaturized space hamster. Minsc (and Boo) were on a retreat in a remote part of the Neverwinter Wood when a vessel shaped like a giant acorn landed in a nearby clearing. A number of human-sized anthropomorphic hamster-like beings, who called themselves the Ysoki, emerged and met with Boo. One had a strange crystalline device which it used to restore Boo to his proper size. Minsc naturally remained composed while all this was happening. He and Boo talked often and he knew this day would be coming. Boo returned to the spelljammer with his brethren to debrief on the mission. The Ysoki wanted to bring a sample back to their homeworld for further learning and study. Boo offered Minsc for the task, as the exemplar human would fit in nicely with the Ysoki's advanced culture and society. Everyone was in agreement and made the offer to the ranger. Minsc felt like he had made every contribution he could to the people of Faerun, so he accepted and boarded the ship. Boo, excited to finally be on a spelljammer again, took the helm and plotted a course for his homeworld. At his side sat his friend and faithful companion, Minsc.”

Male. 28 years old. Caucasian. Typically healthy.
I am currently traveling around SEA, specifically spending a few weeks in Bali. Last week I went to an activity with puppies, in theory all vaccinated. One of them scratched me a bit but didn't think it was important.
This week I started feeling bad. Two days ago I started having pain in the bones, and yesterday I started feeling generalized anxiety and agitation, impossibility to sleep, and nausea.
Could I be experiencing the onset of rabies? I got 2 shots of rabies before coming to Bali.

I'm a new player with a mono-Imaginary team, and I was thinking Sunday could be Imaginary/Erudition since there's no Imaginary/Erudition character yet (I feel like Screwllum's gonna be the first of that mix though). Erudition fits with Sunday's character since he's knowledgeable and he has a penchant for research.
Imaginary makes sense since he was in what basically amounts to Imagination Dreamland Theme Park, and he was doing a lot of Imagineering stuff inside the Grand Theater.
However, Nihility (debuffing) could also fit him, since he rejected the Path of Harmony (buffing).
He directly clashed with the ideals of characters who synced with Harmony (i.e. the Trailblazer, the Nameless squad, Robin, and everyone else involved in the power-of-friendship sequence); being a Nihility character would give him further poetic contrast with Robin in terms of characterization and gameplay.
Story-wise, he was already inflicting debuffs on people. He "debuffed" Aventurine with a death curse, causing Aventurine extreme pain and intense hallucinations.
And imprisoning millions of people in a forever dream, basically robbing them of free will, and putting their reality on stasis...is arguably putting a debuff on those people, in a similar way to how Kafka's "Dominate" is a debuff.
So Sunday could have mind control, mental/emotional pain, dream trapping, and/or hallucinations as his unique debuffs if his kit is Nihility. His abilities might revolve around causing enemies to confuse their allies as enemies, or cause DoT via psychically shocking enemies with nightmarish hallucinations.
Emotion-wise, Sunday could be having an existential crisis after his all the Oak family's effort, scheming, and planning were all for nothing in the end.
He dedicated his whole life to Order, he attained godlike power, and he almost ascended to an Aeon...only for it all to brought down to zero.
His disillusionment with Order, and going from godlike being to back to being a mortal...could make him emotionally aligned with Nihility.
Finally, we can look at the pattern of new character releases for a clue:

1. ⚡ Acheron - Nihility
2. 🧠 Aventurine - Preservation
3. 👊🏻 Robin - Harmony
4. 👊🏻 Boothill - The Hunt
5. 🔥 Sam/Firefly - Destruction
6. ⚛️ Jade - Erudition
7. ❓???? - Abundance
8. ❓???? - Nihility

Assuming he's releasing on 2.5 and this pattern holds, he's either Abundance or Nihility. Maybe Ice or Wind if Mihoyo's not spamming elements.
Mihoyo has a Male/Imaginary/Yang, Female/Quantum/Yin pattern going on, so it would be interesting if Sunday breaks the pattern by being the first male Quantum.
Whatever the case, whatever his element or Path, Sunday will be on my team. Sunday will be ours. Sunday will become our Everyday.
Praise Sunday, and may Sunday become Everyday.
(All that said, I'd like to know what you all think Sunday's Path and Element will be, while we're all waiting for leaks).

I cannot figure this out. Sometimes when I am listening to synthwave (like the "ChillsynthFM" or "DatawaveFM" stations on Youtube, I can hear voices, even though I am listening to instrumental music. This might be possible with other instrumental music as well. However, my listening habits are very rigid, and I only listen to synthwave (i.e. I don't listen to classical, or jazz), so I wouldn't know if this phenomenon works for other music genres.
When I listen with concentration to these voices in the music, they start to talk to me. They are very rational and their words make sense.
I was listening to an instrumental synthwave song (synthwave sounds like reimagined 80s pop music). It was instrumental, as in having no voices. In this song, men started moaning and it sounded like Gregorian chanting (no, I don't mean moaning in pain, or sexually, just moaning like a Buddhist or Catholic monk chanting, but it sounded more like the wordless moan of a male choir).
For a split second, I wan't sure if they were actually singing with words, so I listened carefully. They started saying something like
"Christ is coming,
Prepare the way
Make haste
His kingdom shall return."
As this is a pop station I know there is no way they would be playing Christian music. The more I listened, the more I realized the voices were just wordless synths made to mimic human voice. But to me they had sounded like gobbledygoo chatter. And the closer I listened, the more I could make out words that seemed very real. However, I knew it was all in my mind.
I am not psychotic. I understand that I have hyperarousal as a neurodivergent person (I've been diagnosed with autism, level 1 per the DSM-V, but my doctor says he's "holding off" on an ADHD diagnosis even though I know I have ADHD. I also requested the genetics office to schedule me for Fragile x testing, due to family behavioral and physiological symptoms I have noticed.
If i had to guess, it would seem that my hyperaroused central nervous system is "sensing" that I am trying to process info that might be important to my survival, and so it is trying to "help" me by filling in the blanks. However, I understand that these voices are just my brain interpreting sound as words and trying to make logical sense of them.
What is this called? I asked my therapist but she did not know. I am concerned that she might see a psychotic, psychiatric connection to my experience, instead of understanding it as a neurological phenomenon.
It seems that all my symptoms have a neurological base, but therapists keep trying to explain them through a psychological lens of pathology.
It seems trivial, but I used to think my difficulties with eye contact, lights and loud noises was trivial too. so I am wondering if anyone knows what this is. for reference, I am a fourth-year grad school student studying for my MFT in psychology. I sincerely do not think any of the faculty I know would have an answer, and anyway I am on a leave of absence for this quarter. Any help would be appreciated.
*** Oh my God, it's happening now as I type:
A-Reis - Andromeda (Youtube)
What a coincidence. A song just came on just like the one I was talking about. It is a totally different song, but similar. The wordless voices start up around 20 seconds into the track and only last for a few seconds. The other voices start up around 8:42 minutes into the track. I am not hearing dialogue in the music now, as the phenomenon only happens when I feel "lit," aka very hyperaroused. No, I am not on drugs and I am not schizophrenic. I'm just wondering how I could hear logical, sensible lyrics whilst just lying in bed passively, listening to music, with a blank mind. This has been going on for years.
One last thing. I sometimes hear voices also when things like generators are running loudly and gratingly, or when or when rhythmic noise is coming from construction crew equipment in the neighborhood. The noise usually has some degree of loudness, is grating in some way (though not necessarily unpleasant), and is rhythmic.

Hello everyone. I’m a 21 year old Male seeking any and all advice on how to keep my health a secret from the United States Government.
I want to join the U.S. Air Force. I have since I was 6. I have been an Army brat my whole life and I got an 84 on the ASVAB & was on the right path to do that and I suddenly was bitten by a tick. It turned my life upside down. The amount of fatigue and joint pain I feel on a daily basis is borderline crippling but I still want to serve my country. I genuinely wouldn’t be happier doing anything else but I legitimately cannot run because of my pain. I can endure it but not for long. I want to go to the doctor but I don’t want the Air Force to get their hands on the records because it would almost certainly permanently disqualify me.
Please keep in mind that when you join the U.S. Military, you have to sign over any and all medical documents which will confirm or deny any information you’ve given your recruiter, hence me not reporting joint pain would most likely come up in a medical document review especially with the U.S. Government’s new Genesis system which is designed to scour almost every health providers system for your name or other individual markers like your SSN or your birthdate etc.
Getting this procedure done in the proper channels will likely end up with me getting caught in the long run. On the other hand not getting seen by a doctor is genuinely painful and won’t allow me enough time to train my legs after an extensive physical therapy period. A constant above moderate 7 pain in both legs. As it stands now, I certainly couldn’t run 26 minutes without serious physical repercussions (yes you run that far in Air Force Basic Military Training at Joint Base San Antonio Lackland Air Force Base to train for the 1.5 mile run which is 60% of yo overall PT Score.)
This illness has seriously affected my quality of life. I want nothing more than to find a cure or any kind of relief so I can be the man I always wanted to be: A U.S. Airman.
Im under the impression I need an MRI to scan the tissues on my leg as the pain is centralized mostly around the lower part of my thigh right above my knee. I believe most people refer to it as quadriceps tendonitis but I’m no doctor. That’s just what I’ve been able to gather from the internet over the last 3 years. At home treatments for Quadriceps Tendonitis have yield no results in minimizing my pain. I need help but I don’t want it to affect my future. I wouldn’t be happy in another career field. I genuinely don’t know what I’d do if I had to be a civilian. No disrespect to civilians of course.
Please help me. Anything. If you can suggest a doctor anywhere in the Texas, Louisiana, Oklahoma Arkansas area that would do an MRI off the books for some extra cash please let me know or if there’s some way I can lie about my name and not go to jail that’s be awesome too.
I can’t begin to tell you how much it would mean to me if I was to get any kind of relief and fulfill my dream. Yes, before anyone gets all uppity about it I’m aware that lying to the federal government is a crime however plenty of patriots join every year despite the risk. Please afford me the opportunity to do the same. Aim High.
TL;DR: I need to get an MRI done as soon as possible to get my joints looked at and take any preventative measures possible to reverse or stop and degeneration I have as well as combat any tick-borne illnesses without it being on my permanent medical record. Please help me. Thank you in advance for your replies 🇺🇸
Edit: I’m not particularly sure why so many of us think I’m lying, Making something up, or “Karma-farming” whatever that is? This is a new “throwaway” because I really don’t want to be associated with having possibly done something illegal? I have significantly better things to do than whine on the internet for no reason? I simply and sincerely just want help guys. If you don’t have any or don’t want to give me any, that’s fine but please do move along. I really am just looking for relief. Thank you for understanding.

Hello! I am a 28 year old male. I just spent 6 days admitted to the hospital with concerns about a cardiac event because I was having facial parasthesia (tingling, numbness), the same sensation in my left arm and to a less frequent extent, my right arm. I also experience lower jaw and tooth pain, but I can’t tell if this is a symptom or if it is secondary to the swollen tonsils and adenoids.
For context, my wife and son recently got sick. My wife was very sick. Enough so that she sometimes cried about how much her throat hurt and even got a couple of chest x-rays for pneumonia. She was tested for every common illness because she had an insanely painful sore throat, a VERY bad cough, a whisper quiet lost voice and her tonsils were huge. The only result that showed was that she had a past EBV infection at some point.
I also got sick, of course. However, things went differently for me. I got sick and developed a bad sorrow throat and that was about it. This continues to this day, which is 12 days later. It’s still quite bad. My tonsils are also huge, but not as big as they were. I have tonsil secretions but I had more before.
A few days into my sore throat, my left face began to tingle. It was… weird. No pain, nothing else really. Just tingle. Later on in the day, my lip went numb. I went to the ER thinking that I was stroking out or something but the CT was fine and they sent me home.
The very next day, my left arm started to tingle and hurt and my arm starting from under my armpit medially(if supinated) running down my upper arm but not below my elbow started to ache. My shoulder had sensations of cold as well. The tinglng sensation continues and it runs down to my hand where I feel pain that that travels around but is mainly in my palm, thumb and fourth/fifth finger. This also occurs in my right arm. In fact, it’s happening right now. Both sides of my face are tingling as well.
To be clear, Yale’s cardiology team did a very extensive workup including s PET/CT nuclear stress test, echocardiogram, several EKG’s, maybe a dozen troponins a chest X-ray. No cardiac pathology was revealed. The only thing that was somewhat weird is that my symptoms were alleviated several times by nitroglycerin, but this may very well be psychosomatic due to my extreme anxiety over it being cardiac in nature and causing panjc attacks that the nitroglycerin calmed by lowering my BP and distracting me with low BP symptoms, honestly. I am a very anxious individual and I was very laser focused on it being cardiac pain because of the location. So much so that I did not even think of the possibility of my illness being related during my hospitalization. They did test me for strep and COVID and it was negative but given the fact that my wife was negative for EBV, they did not think it necessary.
I am wondering if perhaps this mystery infection could have triggered GBS? I do see a neurologist but my closest available appointment is three months from now.
So, what do you fine people think? Do these symptoms sound like potential GBS? If so, would gabapentin help? How can I go about making this easier for myself? I do have an RX for that. Thanks for reading.

I made 1 post yesterday but i ll do another to be sure so basically yesterday i had a bad pain on my calf on the left leg that kept me up almost whole night but out of nowhere the pain disappeared but now im worried it went to my lungs cause now my breathing changed i feel like i can’t fully breath but i don’t if its anxiety or related to my calf pain so yeah i can’t manage to calm down
Im 19 years old male i do sits for very long times but im not mobility reduced i started to do sports again never had blood clots and neither my parents i think i drink only water, a bit overweight

Hello Folks. Sweetie here, with a "lovely" memory that popped up when I was chatting with a friend.
((TW: Mentions of an authority figure laying hands on a minor, womanly issues, and a very, VERY pissed me....Oh and Light cursing..))
This takes me back to the early 00s. I was in high school and....was not doing good. I was undiagnosed and I refused medication (because I was a teen and knew all and nothing at the same time). This happened when it was assembly day (for school spirit or some other nonsense) and we were being herded into the gym like cattle...
This was the day my "Aunty Flo" decided to "bless" me that day. So, I did the only thing I could do... RUN FOR THE FUCKING BATHROOM! I ran so fast that I practically left scorch marks on the floor. Luckily I had my purse with me and was quite prepared. So, I tidied myself up, washed my hands and walked out of the bathroom. Upon my exit I was met with an extremely red faced teacher's aid (let's dub him "Grippy").
Immediately, I was grabbed by the shoulders, pinned to the wall and then shook as Grippy yelled at me.... I could make out "Thought you left", "dangerous out there" and "tell an ADULT!" Dude was almost foaming at the mouth screaming at me. I was already in intense pain and he made it worse, so I did what I could, which was "Just nod, apologize and say ok"..
APPARENTLY, my voice "sounded off", but he released me... THE NEXT DAY I was taken to the dean for "inappropriate conduct" . Grippy was there and said " I only see you as a student. I am married."
Can we say "OH HELL NAW!"..... Grippy thought I "enjoyed being touched by a male teacher's Aid".. After all that I went home, waltzed into the bathroom and vomited to the point where I almost lost my voice. I then proceeded to laugh and cry at the same time!
I may not have many standards back then, BUT THAT MAN MET NONE OF THEM! I know these days I have to be inclusive, but fuck bruh..... What the unholy FUCK......
Now, I know I was in the wrong for not telling anyone, but if I waited longer I would be in a puddle of blood. I had to visit the nurse for a thicker pad....Also my pain was like being repeatedly stabbed by white hot sabers....
TL;DR: Teacher's aid laid hands on me then told me it was my fault....
Thanks for reading....Take care and remember to take your medication.....

I started experiencing scout pain late Saturday night, this got worse on Sunday, and worse again on Monday. I went to the doctor when I started feeling burning on my forehead Monday night and got antivirals. Now the bumps are coming in. They are small like little red pimples—not too bad. The pain is worse on my scalp, but I have a few bumps on my forehead… And one on my eyebrow.
I was reading that shingles in the eye needs ti be treated as an emergency. I don’t have any eye pain. I had some mild dryness and pressure behind it, almost like a sinus infection, but that’s mostly gone now. But the guides so I read online say to treat eyes and ear like an emergency situation.
Is the rash creeping toward my eye the emergency? If not, where is my red line? Can you give me a redline for going to the ER and a redline for calling the ophthalmologist?
Also, should I take prednisone? The doctor said it was up to me, but I wasn’t sure if this would stop my body from fighting the infection.
https://imgur.com/a/USTlcam
5 11, white male, 193 pounds, valacyclovir

Hey Mama's, I'm in need of advice!
So, my son son is 13 months old and, yes, I am still breastfeeding. My pediatrician recommends two years, I don't know how long I will but I know I am not ready to give it up yet.
Over the last two months I've been having a lot of breast pain after months and months of completely pain free breastfeeding. It started as extremely sore nipples, the right nipple hurting the most. Over the first month my right nipple cracked and bled, and then healed completely. Now my right breast is completely fine, not painful at all.
My left breast, however, has never stopped hurting. The nipple has always been sore and painful to the touch still to this day. Five weeks ago I had a clogged duct that was resolved after 24 hours, but even though the clog went away the tenderness and soreness in that area never did (bottom right side of my left breast closer to my chest than my nipple). The pain just kept getting worse and worse, I went to see my doctor four weeks ago and she diagnosed mastitis and I started antibiotics.
During the course of those antibiotics my pain, again, kept getting worse, at this point it was sharp shooting and stabbing pain that would start in my nipple and radiate throughout my breast, not just in the area of the clogged duct but the whole underneath section. This pain happened only in the morning and lasted for a couple of hours with the shooting pain happening every few seconds. It got bad, this pain made me rock back and forth on the ground crying it hurt so bad. After this pain subsided my breast would ache throughout the rest of the day but be the most uncomfortable at night.
The sharp shooting pain lasted throughout the two weeks of antibiotics and another week after that but has since gone away. My breast still aches at night, my nipple is still excruciatingly painfull, and I still have tenderness and soreness in the area where I had the clogged duct five weeks ago. That area specifically hurts most at the end of the night after my son's last feeding.
My doctor has tested for thrush and it was negative, bacterial infections, also negative, and has done a mammogram and ultrasound on that breast, but again no answers. I'm at a complete loss, I don't know what to do, and I feel just absolutely defeated. Has anyone else had any problems like this?

I thought I would share my story here, because reading about everyone’s experiences has been so incredibly validating. So firstly; from the bottom of my heart, THANK YOU everyone- in turn, I hope this helps someone, or that someone resonates with an experience, or adds to the collective consciousness of healing and realising that we deserve better. Because I need to believe that, I need to know this has been bad. I feel completely mental.
I’d like to start by saying this may not make sense and I’m a bit all over the shop rn and I apologise. And there are many, many things I could add to this that have added to the growing sadness and eggshell walking as the relationship went on, but I’ve tried to keep it small. I also want to say that you may be screaming at the screen wondering how I could be so stupid. And to that I say, me too. I am screaming at myself as well. As a 30-something year old woman, I acknowledge I was not the person I wanted to be in this situation. I wanted to be stronger.
I’m currently a couple of weeks out of my break up (or break up attempt 1 as I should probably put it, I’m still sending angry texts, receiving proclamations of love, wondering what if). I was with my nex (narcissistic ex) for nearly 7 years. We were meant to be getting married a week ago. For the last six months, my intuition had been telling me that a “friendship” he had with a coworker wasn’t right. This coworker was going through some stuff, and leant heavily on nex probably because he portrayed himself as a powerhouse at work who said whatever was on his mind and was always, always, always always right (newsflash he wasn’t). Nex has a saviour complex x1000 that I’d never let myself really think too hard about so he went hardcore “supporting her” and I sat on the sidelines thinking she needed that support. I won’t say anything about this girl but she’s not a girl’s girl. She’s a pick me. It kind of felt to me like- of course he’s not going to choose her, why would I worry about it. It’s too OBVIOUS. Like of course not? Look what we have.
Before this and during, Nex and I were planning on buying a house and were getting married (I was doing all the house saving, he had no idea about money but pretended he did, spent impulsively but was on a great salary, and I was doing all the wedding planning) and were planning on having a baby next year-ish. I had reached a point in my career that I was finally happy with, a career he said many shitty things about over our time together but it was the first thing he mentioned when talking to others and trying to impress. He had proposed at year 4 of the relationship (he always said he wouldn’t propose before 3 years because that’s how long his longest relationship was with his ex who he also cheated on). Red flag that yet again I ignored because I was different and this was different and I could change him and blah fucking blah.
Our relationship looked perfect. It really fucking did. I thought it was for a long time. I refused to think it wouldn’t be forever and wasn’t written in the stars. Behind the scenes, now I look back(ish) I realise I was struggling. I had raging PMS each month, often had depressive episodes that he would virtually ignore. I often struggled to watch movies where women had kind, funny and non reactive partners, I secretly envied my friends and their partners because they wouldn’t have to worry about what came out of their partner’s or their mouth next, or who their partner would fight with in the room, or how I would handle a public put down if he was in that mood or if I wasn’t handling myself perfectly. I walked on eggshells for years. I took his self aggrandising every day after work or sport as healthy self confidence. I was being slowly removed from my family as he argued with each one. He bragged about me and I felt like his trophy which I took as love and it gave me a false confidence I’d never had before when I was with him. When I spoke about him my inner voice said ‘wow, he really does sound great.’ His sister would often look at me and I felt like she always wanted to ask if I was really okay but I never let her. I had supported nex through addiction to weed/alcohol/substances of every kind (something I struggled to do because they have never been on my radar, just uninterested, and I was the bad person for that, I was the ‘child’ who wouldn’t immerse herself in the wonderful world of drugs), countless interpersonal issues at work and with his family, trying to support all sides, I had organised every home we had lived in, I organised cooking, cleaning, fun weekends, it was my goal to get him the most thoughtful and lovely presents I could find whenever I could. It was like it was my goal to be a fabulous girlfriend. I’m really not trying to pretend I’m perfect, but I can say 100% honestly that I put all I could into making him feel loved. He used to call me a unicorn, I guess because I just did whatever he wanted. However, I felt like I was going to bed in tears more often than anyone should. I got to the point where I wouldn’t put eye cream on because I knew I was just going to cry it off. Every Sunday morning I got a bit triggered by our local coffee shop because I always felt like that was where we were trying to pick up the pieces emotionally after fighting the night before over absolutely anything. I found this taxing, because never had I had such a tumultuous relationship with anyone before and I was wondering wtf was happening. He, on the other hand, often said how much he enjoyed conflict and he loved the feeling of anger. He said it to everyone and I always laughed it off. He said he was so good at handling people and he charmed so well, as he is incredibly good looking. He had issues with everyone - his bosses, his friends, his coworkers, his neighbours. We were in couples counselling after I couldn’t be yelled at anymore, and he had told a friend of ours that it was for me and not for him. I chose not to believe he said that because this friend had had issues with him too and I thought it might’ve been an attempt from them of triangulation. I believe them now. I’m so sorry to that friend. Two of his friends sent me messages on seperate occasions asking me if I was okay, that I didn’t have to put up with this.
Something I am proud of is that I, often, when I felt strong, and my brain worked, didn’t play along with his ego without a fight. I DID play devils advocate for the other person when he had yet another interpersonal issue. I DID call out his dogmatism. I DID expect more from him, that he didn’t have to yell CUNT or WHORE every time something went mildly wrong. However, there are times when I didn’t. And it was because I was just fucking exhausted.
Two/three months ago, and after I found a deleted phone call from the other woman that he lied to my face about, I started watching his find my iPhone which we had turned on when I went overseas a couple of years earlier but I’d forgotten about. It felt gross doing, I didn’t want to, but I also tried to justify it to myself by saying it’s my future, damn it, let’s see if I really am being ridiculous. One early morning while it was still dark, I felt him kiss me and say he was going to the gym. An hour later I woke up with an EERIE AS FUCK feeling and checked FMI. He was at her address. I called him and he didn’t pick up. I watched his car drive on FMI back to the gym and he conveniently called. I asked where he had been and he immediately gaslit me, said he was at the gym, FACETIMED ME TO SHOW ME and said that he couldn’t do my “jealousy” anymore. I broke down and told him I knew he had been at hers through FMI. He then started crying and said he visited her to call the friendship off “the right way” and that he told her that he cared for her but he had to stop because I couldn’t take it anymore and was too jealous. I bought it, as he never ever cried. I apologised. But from then on, my body was full of anxiety and pain. Life was on autopilot.
This happened a few other times. I had a weird feeling one afternoon on a Saturday when he said he was at the gym and had to pop into work to do some printing (not unusual). On autopilot, unable to feel emotions and probably looking completely mental, I got in my car, drove to the workplace, and saw both their cars outside. As I turned the corner to drive away, realising it HAD to be over now, you stupid bitch Charlie0987 it HAD to be over, I immediately got a call from him explaining away, can’t even remember what he said now. It’s not what you think, we have some important work to do that she can’t do alone, you’re jealous, she’s (the other woman) is angry that you even think anything is going on. I ended up apologising that night. Yep. However, at that point I did call off the wedding. I thought the wedding stress and money (literally, me fucking planning it, most of MY money) was the problem. I thought if we just eloped, we’d be okay. Calling everyone to call off the wedding while pretending to them and myself that it was all okay was fucked. I have no other way to describe it than completely and utterly fucked. He was then nice for a few days. I was heartbroken I couldn’t have the wedding I has envisioned, I didn’t let myself think of the love that was crashing down around me. Everyone asked me how the wedding planning was going, every day it was someone new. I had to pretend it was all fine and that we cancelled for financial reasons. It was hell. I will never again ask someone planning a wedding how the wedding planning is going until they bring it up with me.
All through this, I was supporting my friend with a very rare form of cancer (it doesn’t feel real typing this out, feels like some kind of shitty movie). I remember crying about it once on the couch and he said that my crying annoyed him, and that what the other woman had gone through was bad too. He said he didn’t want to have sex with me because I was too skinny (I was depressed and not eating) and cried too much and because I didn’t exercise and he was attracted to people that exercised (fair enough, but also fuck you). Still, through all this, I loved him, tried to be what he had loved about me for six years (compassionate and quiet) and told myself it was okay and it was a rough patch.
All through this, our couples counsellor was saying my attachment issue and abandonment issues was what was a huge part of the problem and that males and females have friendships and I needed to gtfo it. Like every human being I’m sure I have had fears of abandonment, and I do acknowledge I have relied on the safe feeling of men in the past. However, I NOW don’t think it was the main issue here. I don’t blame this counsellor if I’m honest, he was eating what was being fed to him by nex. And I wanted to believe it too. I was willing to work on myself and I was trying to see my anxiety for what I thought, and what I was being told, it was. Nex told me regularly when I asked him not to yell at me that I just didn’t understand real men.
A couple of weeks before D Day, nex asked for space to “miss me”. I went to my family, pretended he’d gone on a trip so I wouldn’t get asked why I was there, tried to show up for work, tried to be strong. I slept next to my wedding dress, still boxed. Those weeks were probably the worst weeks of my life. I didn’t know where he was, didn’t know who he was with, but we were still together, I didn’t eat, got medication to sleep, mindlessly partook in my hobbies to try to do the right thing and be the person he loved. He treated me like I was an annoying fly and either didn’t reply to messages or sent a few and then nothing. After four days of me barely eating and sleeping and looking like an emaciated ghost, I asked if I could come home (I loved our rental, it was such a safe space for me with my garden and my animals). He replied basically fine, and then for the rest of the week I was chastised for not giving enough space and that it wasn’t proper space. Couples counsellor agreed with him. A week later I said fuck it and went again, feeling a bit stronger this time. On day 3, I felt sick all day. I had a nap in the afternoon and felt dread. I had received no messages, but I messaged that I loved him that night. He love hearted it. I found out later he had been with her all day, but don’t worry, it was for a good reason he said. Intuition yet again picked that one up.
The next morning I got up, packed, and went home as it was our agreed upon day that I’d return. I said to him this is actually it, I can’t take this anymore. I am physically and mentally wrecked. It’s been six years. You’re a big boy. You’re either in it or you’re not. It was a big conversation, and we agreed that we would be in it together, the relationship was worth saving, and I would step back and agree to believe in his supportive friendship with this girl and no longer worry. He also agreed to tell me if he didn’t want to be together anymore, or if anything came up regarding this relationship with the girl. We set a date to elope for end of year. He went to the gym, and I remember saying to him I was so happy we’re choosing us. He kissed me and said me too. I felt elated and safe. I then re packed my bag, as I was taking my friend to her first cancer treatment the day after.
When he got back from the gym, he went to the shower. Now we had agreed with the couples counsellor not to check each others phones for a while. I had been okay with it, and didn’t have an issue leaving his phone. But once he got into the shower, my intuition, my chest, my body, SCREAMED at me to check his notes in his phone for the first time in weeks. I went into notes and found a text drafted to the other woman. It said something along the lines of “X and I have agreed to a break when she takes her friend to cancer treatment. I told her I wasn’t sexually attracted to her anymore but I was to you. I’m feeling so over it now she’s home, I want more space” plus some other awful stuff that I’ve buried down and can’t quite remember. At no point, ever, did we agree to a break. I dropped his phone, went into the bathroom, and told him I was leaving. I can’t remember much of the next few moments. I do remember he turned it on me for looking at his phone, then him crying. I remember screaming, screaming screaming at him. I had raised my voice hardly ever in our entire relationship so I can imagine that was a moment for him. But I just screamed. I asked if he was planning on trying to sleep with her when I was with my friend for radiation. He nodded. He blocked me from the door to “talk” and tried to grab me into a hug. I screamed and screamed. I put (the most random shit btw, a dress, some acne cream, a book??) some things into a bag and I got into the car, howling. And I sat there a moment and I STILL WONDERED IF I SHOULD LEAVE.
I STILL WONDERED IF I SHOULD LEAVE.
And I did. I drove away from our beautiful little secluded rental that I had poured my love into and was hoping to raise a baby in. I knew I couldn’t afford the rent alone but he can even with his pathetic spending habits and I can’t live in the place of our memories. I went to my family and fell apart. I’m not going to disclose further about my mental state or what happened but I got sent to be with other family for a couple of weeks in another state. He has been messaging me ever since. Promises of change, of moving away, of starting again, of selling a property that he bought before us and has sat doing nothing our entire relationship and was the reason we couldn’t buy our home, (frustrating that he reaps the reward of that now), saying he has blocked this other woman from his life (he still works with her and I refuse to believe he hasn’t had ongoing contact). Oh and on the day I drove to be with my family in another state, the universe decided to let my car meet her car, with him in it, at an intersection. He crouched down like the coward he is. She looked like a stunned mullet. I waved at her. I was hysterical. Can’t even remember it fully but I remember the feeling. That’s the love of my life in there with another woman. It. Was. Fucking. Hell. On. Earth. I still can’t believe that happened. What were actually the odds of that happening?
I’ve gone through so much anger towards her but I KNOW it’s misdirected. I’m slowly moving towards anger towards him. I haven’t messaged her telling her how my life has been destroyed and I won’t. I think she will thrive on it and she has a young kid who my heart bleeds for. And I have so much anger towards the series of events that had to happen in the first place and what feels like the wasted last 7 years of the best years of my life. I miss my home and my non-existent child and I miss arms around me. I miss him when he was nice. I hate that I don’t have what everyone else around me seems to have at this age, what I want so desperately. Please, please let me know I can get through this. Let me know I can’t go back. Please tell me this is abuse and it won’t get better because I am struggling to believe it. I’m also super fragile right now so if you want to say anything mean, just hold it for now and bring it to me later.
Love to you all. X

I have two dogs, one male (1yr boxer mix) one female (2yr blackmouth cur), both spayed/neutered and up to date with current vax and parasite prevention (taking bravecto currently). We live in NS, Canada and over the last week I have noticed more and more bug bites all over their bellies.
Our dogs love playing in our yard and rolling in the grass and it’s been warming up a lot the past few weeks. Over the last few days, I have found a LOT of pretty nasty looking bug bites on both of our pups bellies. While they don’t seem bothered by them, they do look painful!!! I’ve checked regularly for anything like stingers and stuff and they do take Bravecto currently. I haven’t found any ticks thankfully.
I am just concerned as they keep getting more bites every day and I worry if it is causing them pain or could be a risk for something like infection. Also wondering if there is anything in my yard I should be looking for or using to maybe prevent them from getting bitten so much. Poor things are covered 😞 pics are of one of their bellies this evening.
Thank you for any information and/or insight you guys can provide ❤️

I am a 22 year-old American male wondering why I have this pressure typically in the front of my head about five months ago I was laying in bed and noticed that I had this pressure building up in the front of my head slowly like I was having a panic attack or something by the way, I have anxiety L O L but since Then it has been constant almost every day and more frequent at night and had a CAT scan ran on my frontal lobe or whatever is in the forehead area and thought it was just swelling of my sinuses or nasal's now mind you I just got done being sick when I had the CAT scan ran so I'm not sure How accurate that was but been having a lot of tiny flashes of light in my vision objects tend to look weirder went to my high doctor yesterday and they told me my eyes are fine and it sounds like I have migraines. Yes, it does get worse the more stressed out I am or if I have an adrenaline rush but at night time laying down or even putting any sort of pressure on my head whether it's the back or the side or the front the pressure increases and it's not pain it's just pressure so I'm here to ask if anyone has any assumptions on what it could be.

Hello! I’m a 20yo female who has been suffering from digestion issues for 6 months or so. Some of my symptoms are:

• [ ] abdominal/stomach pain after eating (not always)
• [ ] mucus in stool (almost always)
• [ ] Poop is almost always small balls, like constipation poop
• [ ] foul smelling stool sometimes (like burnt haiburnt rubber)
• [ ] canker sores
• [ ] lip cracking on edges
• [ ] sometimes diarrhea
• [ ] acid reflux/vomit in mouth
• [ ] rib pain one day felt like i was kicked (google said gas pain)
• [ ] abdomen feels tender like there’s a bruise
• [ ] recently feeling nauseous in morning (when I wake up)

I am on aimovig which I know can cause constipation, so maybe it’s that? I went to the doctor and they were concerned it was my gallbladder (it wasn’t) and it looks like my blood test results are within normal range for everything. I know this is dumb but my 23andme says I have a variant in the HLA-DQA1 gene which is why I was thinking celiac?
I’m sure it’s nothing but I wanted other opinions before I return to the doctor and move on with a GI doctor.

CW: blood, OS
It’s been a hell of a few days. This is not my first time EPing, and at 8 weeks pp I was feeling confident about dropping one of my nighttime pumps. I have a significant oversupply, so I wasn’t worried about a dip.
Well, I didn’t go slowly enough on the drop, and I woke up the first day after dropping the session with a hard, painful breast. Pumping relieved the engorgement, but I still was left with tender aching clogs all around the right side of my boob. I’ve only ever had one very minor clog before this. My output quickly dropped to less than half on that side. Cue trying all the tricks over the span of two days to relieve the clogs. Now on day three the pain is pretty much gone, but I can’t get these mother loving hard spots to break up! And the output has still not bounced back.
This morning I noticed a cluster of small clear blisters on my nipple. I thought maybe they were blebs. I know you’re really not supposed to, but I thought hey if it will let this milk flow, I’m gonna try to pop them. Unfortunately it did nothing to help the flow over the course of my next two sessions, but it didn’t cause any pain or anything. But THEN…
I sit down and start my afternoon session, glance down at the collection bottle, and much to my horror see bright red blood dripping into it. Not rusty brown streaks, not a pink tint, BRIGHT RED. I had to stop both because the amount of blood from my nipple was alarming, and because I have vasovagal syncope with blood and immediately felt lightheaded. I called the LC from my OB/delivery hospital network and while I appreciate her attempt to help, it was just that. An attempt. So few hospital LCs fully understand EPing, let alone a controlled oversupply.
I don’t know what I’m going to do if the bleeding continues. I don’t know how to cope with going from 85+ oz a day to being a just enougher in the span of a few days. And if it continues to drop because I can’t clear this clog up? My mind is going to the worst case of this reckless pump drop ending my journey altogether. Even my hero side is lacking, likely due to the stress.
I just needed to vent. Thank you for reading 😢