Yawning and chest pain

I’ve been getting these bad chest pains different places center or left I feel like bad bad heartburn sometimes in the center slightly to the lower left where you’d think your heart is or pressure/achy feeling in the center upper chest or between my breast sometimes rarely pain in my far left breast or right or under my left breast….or rib cage on left anyways feels dull sharp stabbing pressure achy depends comes on suddenly or when I’m really stressed or angry … help anyone is this anxiety I saw a cardiologist and they cleared me but I can’t believe it’s anxiety

I’ve been getting these bad chest pains different places center or left I feel like bad bad heartburn sometimes in the center slightly to the lower left where you’d think your heart is or pressure/achy feeling in the center upper chest or between my breast sometimes rarely pain in my far left breast or right or under my left breast….or rib cage on left anyways feels dull sharp stabbing pressure achy depends comes on suddenly or when I’m really stressed or angry … help anyone is this anxiety I saw a cardiologist and they cleared me but I can’t believe it’s anxiety also I’m 7 m pp

Yes, anxiety and stress can cause chest pain. This type of chest pain is often referred to as non-cardiac chest pain and can mimic the symptoms of a heart attack. Here are some key points about anxiety- and stress-related chest pain:
How Anxiety and Stress Cause Chest Pain:
1. Muscle Tension:

• Anxiety and stress can cause the muscles in the chest to tighten, leading to pain or discomfort.

2. Hyperventilation:

• During periods of intense anxiety, you might breathe rapidly and shallowly (hyperventilation), which can lead to chest pain.

3. Increased Heart Rate:

• Anxiety can cause your heart rate to increase (tachycardia), which can sometimes be felt as chest pain.

4. Adrenaline Surge:

• Stress and anxiety trigger the release of adrenaline, which can cause the heart to beat faster and more forcefully, sometimes leading to pain or discomfort.

5. Gastrointestinal Issues:

• Anxiety can exacerbate conditions like acid reflux or esophageal spasms, both of which can cause chest pain.

Symptoms of Anxiety-Related Chest Pain

• The pain may be sharp, stabbing, or a persistent ache.
  
• It can be localized or spread across the chest.
  
• May occur at rest or during periods of high stress or anxiety.
  
• Often accompanied by other anxiety symptoms such as sweating, dizziness, shortness of breath, or a sense of impending doom.
  

Differentiating Anxiety Chest Pain from Heart Pain
While anxiety-related chest pain can mimic cardiac chest pain, there are some differences:
- Cardiac Chest Pain:

• Often described as pressure, tightness, or a squeezing sensation.
  
• May radiate to the arms, neck, jaw, or back.
  
• Can be accompanied by shortness of breath, nausea, or sweating.
  
• Usually triggered by physical exertion or stress and may last longer than a few minutes.
  

- Anxiety Chest Pain:

• May be more localized and sharp.
  
• Often occurs during periods of rest or sudden anxiety.
  
• Accompanied by other symptoms of anxiety such as rapid breathing, palpitations, and fear.
  

What to Do If You Experience Chest Pain
1. Don’t Ignore It:

• Always take chest pain seriously. If you're unsure whether it's anxiety or something more serious, seek medical attention immediately.

2. Calm Yourself:

• Try to relax and breathe slowly. Techniques such as deep breathing, meditation, or progressive muscle relaxation can help.

3. Avoid Triggers:

• Identify and avoid anxiety triggers when possible.

4. Seek Professional Help:

• If anxiety and stress are causing frequent chest pain, consider speaking to a mental health professional. Cognitive-behavioral therapy (CBT) and medication can be effective treatments for anxiety disorders.

5. Lifestyle Modifications:

• Regular exercise, a balanced diet, adequate sleep, and stress management techniques can help reduce anxiety levels.

When to Seek Immediate Help

• If the chest pain is severe, lasts more than a few minutes, or is accompanied by symptoms such as shortness of breath, sweating, nausea, or pain radiating to other parts of the body, seek emergency medical attention immediately.

Chest pain, regardless of the cause, warrants attention to rule out serious conditions and to manage symptoms effectively.

I was in a car accident two months ago where I ended up being pinned between two cars, long story but i was basically pinned to my car door by another car that was backing into my back. I had some chest trauma causing broken chest cartilage and displaced ribs on the left and i had pain in my right collarbone/shoulder area this whole time but nobody wanted to do an mri. All the CTs and x-rays at the ER were negative. Finally a doctor sent me for an mri of my chest and it showed at the right sternoclavicular joint a suspected evolving nondisplaced fracture of the right clavicular head and edema over the joint. This is why there has been a lump over the right collarbone and pain in that area the whole time. Its been two months and I have been going to a injury place that does physical therapy, chiropractor, massage, and trigger point injections. The collarbone pain is not any better. They did not say I needed surgery or a sling or anything. My arm still hurts and now I have noticed in the past week I am having an achy pain in my right elbow. Wondering if the elbow pain could be related? Has this happened to anybody else? I have been asking for a shoulder MRI this whole time and the doctor keeps saying no that he doesn't think it's my shoulder and won't do it. It does hurt to lift my arm but more in the collarbone area. Also have had pain and a lump in that armpit this whole time as well. Also had some things going on with my neck but thats a post for another time. Just looking for feedback from anybody who has had a similar injury.

-Jack
Every kid growing up in Gympie in the early 90- 2000s knew about the Love Tunnel.
The love tunnel was located over the hill from the skatepark on the Riverbank. It was a massive storm water drain filled with spray paint and lore unbound throughout the generations; the glowing dick, whose name is the furthest in, the people who live inside, the bull shark that lived under the bridge just outside, all that fun stuff.
It collapsed in the late 2000’s in a flood and was eventually rebuilt, but it was all fancy, modern, safe and not the same. Back in the day it had decades of graffiti, crumbling cement, jagged metal pole framing bent and jutting out from the sides. You know, real character.
I remember when I was just a kid at the skatepark and I spotted a bunch of other kids at the metal grating of a drain. I joined them and gazed down a few metres to some older teenagers, they had trekked through this “love tunnel” under the massive hill all this way. Badass I thought. LEGENDARY.
I talked about it at school, about this mysterious “love tunnel”. It was in view from the road when I crossed the bridge everyday on my daily commutes from the backseat of mums car.
I would gaze down at the weir and see the top of the love tunnel, sliightly hidden from view by a hill. It fascinated me.
I learned all these mysterious tales; this person slept with this person there, someone took a dump at the entrance and some other girl stood in it and now she had a nickname, someone found needles, another found a homeless woman and she screamed at them. I was pumped for the next weekend. I was going to go see it for myself.
I saw too much.
Early Saturday morning I was riding my push bike through town and toward destination adventure! I started out at the skatepark, met up with a few of the regulars, a mix of 5-19y/o everyone on the half pipes and ramps had a code of comrady that I've never found in a public place anywhere else and you always had someone to hang with.
My usual crew slowly arrived through the morning, a bunch of other 10/11 year old misfits like myself and we headed on our first place on our journey, Hungry Jacks. Now we never technically stole, we found a loophole…
One or two would order a stunner meal, then we'd take privilege of the free refills and fill up the empty plastic 4L juice jugs that we all had prepped in our backpacks. Coke and red Fanta for days.
So we got our supplies and headed behind HJ, past the volleyball courts and headed down a bush track down to the river.
We walked along the banks to loop back down to where the bridge was, we passed a few teenagers fishing and a couple other groups of kids swinging from rope swings into the water or huddled in groups smoking things they shouldn't.
We eventually arrived at the weir and the stormwater drain that I had been so intrigued by. The Love Tunnel.
Climbing up the hill and seeing it up close when you were just a tiny human. It was like staring into the dark abyss of hell.
There was a small stream of water flowing out of the big grey cylinder and it was covered in multicolored quotes and crude pictures that was very eye opening at the time.
Our voices echoed as one by one we climbed up the grassy, eroding clay edging that was the makeshift path into the mouth that probably changed each time it rained. Each of us had pulled out clumps of grass that we thought were handholds. If you fell, you fell down an embankment of slippery jagged rocks poking out from the fast flowing river.
So were inside and began to walk a couple of metres in then around us the light abruptly disappeared into complete darkness. And I remember the way the sounds traveled you could feel it through your chest it was mesmerizing.
I remember bravely stepping into the darkness and taking five or six steps in. That thick darkness was something else, I ran myself back to that entrance and light, heart pounding from the adrenaline.
This turned into a game of who could go in the furthest. This stopped when one of the boys screamed out from the darkness in pain.
He was back in the light teary eyed a few moments later wet on one side and feigning a laugh. He'd slipped down and cut open his knee, it was hilarious. We teased him saying he was going to get gangrene and leprosy and a myriad of other ailments we had no idea actually was.
We decided to bail, we forgot torches, we didn't plan that part out too well, and enjoyed the rest of the afternoon being little menaces.
We met the next day with a game plan, we had an array of various sized torches, from small ones that didn't do anything, one of those giant rectangle ones that was our main light source, a couple of handheld ones, one which flickered and the other stopped working before we even got into the tunnel.
We got in safely and tested out our torches and began walking into the unknown. It was pretty much the same as before, but there were strange things, old makeshift bongs, shopping bags, random shoes, a shopping trolley, a mattress that was all moldy and rotted. I still to this day do not understand how people managed to get that shit in there.
We passed a section where someone had thrown a can of red paint all over the walls, the amount of those ‘S’ symbols was more terrifying.
We saw light up ahead, we were passing our first grate. It was kind of daunting looking up towards it. Even getting on each other's shoulders we couldn't reach. There was an array of broken beer bottles and glass was everywhere, under the grate was a dead snake amongst some debris.
We had a debate whether to go further, we ended up going on at least until the next grate, we came to a fork, one seemed like a smaller offshoot so we stuck to the bigger side.
There were more offshoots and we came to a part where the big pipes split off into three under another grate. We gazed up hoping to get an identifier of our location, but all we could see was blue. We called out to see if we could get anyone's attention.
“Cooooweeee” we shouted in unison, the sound echoing in all directions.
We were laughing and having a grand time until something shouted back, something that still shakes me to my core to this day.
Some yobbo crackhead chick in her fifties with this ratty pink tank top that was all stretched half showing her saggy titties. “What the fuck you think you little cunts doing down here.” This chick screeched at us through her few teeth or something along the lines of that. She just exploded at us with a barrage of threats.
We were shocked silenced moving together to make one mass.
One of the boys screamed when a skinny guy emerged from the darkness. He was covered in tattoos with scraggly hair and a beard, he was all crazy eyed and pantless.
Someone yelled out to run and it was all the motivation we needed.
We could hear them screaming and the guy ran after us, we heard glass shattering behind us, they must have thrown a bottle. We were legging it.
We got split up in our running, I fell down, tripping over some rubbish, one mate stayed back to help me, this left us without a torch. We came across the same kid who slipped over yesterday, he had slipped down again cutting open his other knee. He wore those with badges of honor at school, but he was blubbering like a baby at this point.
He had the flickering torch and it disoriented us more than helped, as it turned on and off every time he took a step. I thought we were lost but we found the other grate, then eventually the entrance.
The others were already climbed down, we were soon by their side panting in the grass and wiping away our tears so the others couldn't see.
We ran back over to the skatepark and immediately told every kid we saw.
That was the wildest shit we had ever experienced. Sure we’d seen crazy up on the street but to have it jump out at you from the shadows in a storm water drain was next level.
By that night one of the other boys had spilled to his parents about our escapades and a couple of other mums got phone calls, three got in trouble, two of us didn't, including me.
I never stepped foot back in that tunnel, I swam at the weir more times than I could count afterwards though and never encountered anyone else too sketchy.
I think only a year or two later I saw on the news people dying in storm water drains somewhere else in Aus, we never realized how dangerous they could be back then. Lol.
Every party or get together afterwards it was a crowd favorite to bring up. It was a good conversation starter and joined the tales amongst my friends of the weird shit that happens in ‘Helltown’.
Growing up and looking back they were probably just homeless drug addicts freaked out from a bunch of children's voices yelling out coooweee from the underground where they thought they were alone. That would have scared the shit outta me if I was them.
Good times.
.VJ
Tl:Dr kids go into storm water drain and find creepy couple who scream at them.

So this happens at least every few months if not every few weeks. I get a random new ache or pain (note: I’m 31, and am healthy By all measures. Healthy weight, never smoked anything or drink any alcohol.i eat well and exercise regularly and live in an area that has good air and water quality. Never had kids, l’m celibate these days so don’t really worry about STIs. I’ve never had a serious illness, still haven’t even gotten covid).
I work from home and have a lot of time on my hands, which unfortunately often leads to me overthinking and hyperfixating. I try to avoid webMD and google but it doesn’t stop my mind from immediately jumping to the worst possible conclusion.
Last week it was tooth pain (last year had several root canals so the fear was not exactly unfounded). But went to the dentist and he confirmed nothing was wrong with my tooth. The pain magically disappeared.
This week it’s chest pain. I will say it definitely feels like a knot or muscle stiffness in the center of my sternum. I’m pretty bony there so it literally could be from sleeping wrong. I do carry a lot of tension in my shoulders and neck so maybe the pain is radiating. I had similar pain last year and the nurse advice hotline suggested I go to the ER in case it was heart problems. Everything came back perfect. And I was in the hole several thousands of dollars. For an anxiety attack! So I’m trying to avoid that. Last time I had pain I went to urgent care and it only cost me a few hundred for them to tell me to take allergy meds (for ear pain no less).
Anyways just hear to vent and ask for some reassurance— have any of you experienced this? How do you cope or distract yourself?
Oh and i did schedule a regular checkup with my doctor so hopefully they can confirm this is nothing in a few weeks.

To live in the Undead Burg is a daily test of one’s wit and their will. The brutish and dull fall to the cunning, and the weak intellectual tears their own mind asunder. For those who escape the Asylum, it is sometimes enough to make one consider voyaging back to their cell.
After all, only a few are Chosen.
In the lower levels of the Undead Burg, a cloak of rat skin fluttered behind a walking corpse as they hurriedly turned the corner of a short length of stone stairs, slamming the shield of a hollow soldier against the ground just as the claws and fangs of the first hound rose to meet it. In truth he lacked the strength to properly defend himself with the thing, to raise it with only one arm and withstand a blow with the same, but it didn’t matter here. The lower corner of the shield lay braced against the bottommost of a length of stone steps. This, with his shoulder pressed against the shield’s top, made progress against him nearly impossible for a foe so light as this.
If idiocy was to lose one’s common sense, then it couldn’t account for the stupidity of an undead hound. The corpse raised a spear over the shield and swung it downward in a pathetic arc, the wood slapping against the metal with hardly a noise to report. Seeing the motion, the dog leapt sideways out of some horribly trained reflex, and in this manner crashed into large pile of eternally burning corpses. It yelped as the heat caught it, spasmed as it searched for purchase amidst the mass of charred bones and melted flesh, and promptly died. The commotion brought with it the sound of distant footsteps, and soon another beast had run headlong into the shield. This one took two similar “attacks” of the spear to repeat its fellow’s mistake, and the one after it four.
To think he had once been terrified of these things, and discovered his tactic in panic.
Beside the steps was a well, and (after a moment to ensure no further dogs were coming), it was this against which the corpse laid his heavy shield. The next test between him and his goal would require agility, something ill-afforded with such heavy hardware. For this, he turned his attention to the well’s crank, and set thereafter to turning it. From the depths was raised a target shield tied in place of a bucket, and upon it a collection of bones, a severed hand, a ring, and a candlestick. The corpse laid the miscellaneous treasures aside, untying the shield and equipping it to his left arm.
The first two thieves were marked by buckets… or rather, the buckets were set in place to tell the thieves which doors were to be hid behind. As travelers came and went, the buckets would roll down the hill as they were knocked aside or blown by the wind or carried around by the dogs, and thus the thieves’ stations would move. When it was determined one had rolled too far down the decline of the alleyway, an annoyed thief would inevitably carry it to a more desired station, pretend it had always been there, and hide themselves behind the newly marked door. It was possible some band of thieves set this tradition in place long ago and retained the habit after they’d eventually gone hollow, but proving this thought today would be nearly beyond impossible. The reasoning didn’t matter to the corpse, of course, but the effect he used to his advantage.
The tops of the doors he adorned with knives from the Lady of Moss- blades up, such that the forceful opening of the door would spin the knives just right to sink their poisonous bile into the victims below. What additional wastes and acids the corpse had applied need not be mentioned by name, only that they shared their patron creature with the leather cloak on his back. With his work done, he now walked the side of the alley as any clueless traveler would have, and awaited the springing of the trap.
As always, the third and lowermost thief signaled the attack by kicking open their door. The two now behind the corpse followed, and shortly thereafter issued their raspy exhales of pain amidst the clatter of falling steel. The corpse charged. The leader hurriedly reached for their throwing knives but was swiftly force-fed the edge of the corpse’s shield, thusly to be brought to the ground. Here was the corpse’s blade drawn, its cracked and jagged tip turned down towards its latest prey.
When skinning rats, it is important that one carries a sharp blade. This both to pierce the thick hide, and to avoid unnecessary damage to the intestines, stomach, and other usable bits lying beneath. Replacing the rat with a hollow, the corpse preferred the tip of a broken straight sword to the edge of his usual dagger. The motions made indeed bore some crude similarity to his work when harvesting leather, but the abandon of care became only more evident with each forceful cut and flailingly resisted gouge. In the end, what remained could hardly be discerned from a spot of muck on the road, a hollow-faced madman above it.
Further down, beyond a second set of stone steps, was another favorite spot of ambush for the thieves. The mutts at the end of the alley had long since devoured whatever scraps had been used to position them, and so readily charged forth at the beckoning call of the corpse. They found at his feet the now separated legs of the corpse’s most recent kill, adorned in many fresh gouges and oozing with a pungent liquid. The source of this meal mattered not to them, and so they eagerly set to work engorging themselves on the new flesh. So single-minded were they, intent on ridding themselves of the insatiable undead hunger that plagued them, that neither one slowed as a white foam began to pour from their mouths. Their stomachs first bulged, then split apart and spilt what little they had for content as the acid worked its way through. Their legs gave way from beneath them, first the hind, then the front, and yet still they desperately swallowed more of the decaying flesh and embedded stomach-skin pouches that rapidly digested them in return. When at last the pair had at last lost such strength as to no longer reach the meals inches away from their first gasping, then whining maws, the corpse delivered their mercy. A swift kick, and what little remained of their necks gave freedom to their lifeless skulls. The thieves, meanwhile, bore no challenge the corpse had not already faced. Knives over the first few doors, the greeting of jaw and shield, the pillaging of another victim. Nothing unusual, and nothing of note.
With the capra demon gone, some “chosen” adventurer having long since vanquished it from realm, little now stood between the corpse and… her… save only one thing. The corpse took the last flight of stairs three at a time, ricocheting off the wall on the outside of its only turn and bounding towards his target.
There she was, out in the open as always. The corpse sprinted down the stairs and, after passing a blind corner, set his left foot forward and crouched to halt his considerable momentum. The ambusher behind him was easily parried as he brought his shield up and behind him, cracking something in their forearm or perhaps their wrist. Not bothering to waste time, the corpse’s broken blade was brought upwards through the ambusher’s jaw until it snapped the bit bone between their eyes. This done, the corpse wrenched his weapon up and sideways with a hollow “pop” as the neck gave leave of its skull. The body collapsed to the side, its head twisting unnaturally upwards and backwards as it freed itself of the blade. The corpse, unbothered, bore no interest in holding either aloft. Now he turned, inspected the last of the thieves, and after a moment returned his blade to its holder.
“You are Patient.”
This first time he’d uttered the phrase, the last word was merely an attribute. ‘Twas a description of the one hollow that could be shot with any arrow, afflicted with any pain, and would yet remain loyally in her position. To be fair, it wasn’t for great gift a choice, as the position of “live bait” was reserved only for whichever of the thieves had been deemed least desirable by the rest. What caused this, and whatever penalties lay for abandoning of the post, were matters the corpse could only assume. The important part was that it was her, the thief who had become “Patient” by name. At their first encounter the corpse had considered dispatching her like the rest, but had hesitated in piercing her skin. He still bore the scar about his neck that she had given him for his idleness, and she still wore the rat skin “grieves” he’d forcefully tied to her for a marker. As time passed, the two gradually traded more scars and more black fur hide between them- the corpse receiving the former, Patient gaining the latter. He had stripped her and tied a pelt about her chest which lay now beneath her leather armor, he’d fashioned a double-thick leather stock to protect her neck, and though he tied gloves to her at a point she’d taken great effort in cutting them off. All this he had done across many visits, through much pain, and at expense of his best materials. Todays gift had by far been the hardest to craft- a thrice layered leather helm affixed on one side with a jawbone to replace what he’d broken so long ago.
His approach was slow, and well-rehearsed. At about ten paces, Patient’s patience finally broke as she ran for him. Today she chose to hesitate upon reaching him, though he'd learned this was by chance of random choice than any form of compassion. The corpse waited for the attack, not daring to kick another outcast as he had once been in life. She tried first her more viscous pattern, a pair of vigorous strikes that slid across the corpse’s target shield rather than bouncing away. She completed the maneuver and immediately prepared for a more powerful, slamming attack, granting the corpse the opportunity he had been seeking.
As she brought her blade down, the corpse deftly batted her strong hand away and gripped her shield with his open hand. Having no further need for his own shield, he cast it now away and spun the patient thief ‘round. She made as if to leap upward and over the corpse, but the maneuver was one he’d long since learned to counter. He stepped back, spinning himself so as to bring her sideways and around and down into a prone position with his right elbow along her back and his left hand pinning her knife arm down.
His next task, before gifts could be given, was to ensure he received no further scars in return. Placing his knee at her back to free one of his hands, he drew from beneath his cloak a coil of red twine fashioned from the same rats he’d skinned for his gift… some of the same, at least. With great effort, the twine was managed around the thief until she could no longer terribly well resist, and her hood was pulled back from her head.
Seeing the sunken red skin, the glowing eyes, the bare teeth, it reminded the corpse of life in the Pit of Outcasts. It was there he’d met the kindest of the living, the most desperate of the poor, and occasionally even a soul or two willing to speak or come close to him. ‘Twas a place for the diseased, the undead, and those criminals deemed too vile to disgrace the hangman’s noose with their neck. It was there he’d learned to knit and to sew, skills gifted to him from an undead woman not terribly discernable from the one before him now. The main difference, at least for now, was the slack jaw broken in uncountable pieces during their first encounter.
Casting the memories aside, the corpse set to his work. The leather about the thief’s neck stilled her head a little, but precisely cutting the skin beneath her jaw to remove the old bone was still a difficult task. The end result was unsightly, and it involved more than a few excessive cuts from the patient’s constant struggling, but it was enough to work with. Removing the old bone took a great deal of time thanks to the many fragments hidden in odd bits and pockets of flesh, but sliding the new one into place and wrapping it in the old muscle proved as easily said as done. The most tiring part was retying the cuts back closed, as the thief regained and continually demonstrated a greater ability to bite and snap as the corpse made more and more progress. The last of these gaps closed, the corpse finally wrapped the rest of the leather helmet about the thief’s skull and tied the loose end to the other side of her new jaw with more twine. It wasn’t his best work, but it was the best he’d done on something still kicking around.
Patient’s hood was returned to its proper position, and the corpse took hold of a length of twine connected to a slipknot in the middle of her back. Midway up the last stretch of stairs he’d come down, the twine was pulled and the knot it held gave way, restoring the thief her freedom. Knowing better than to stick around, the corpse fled to the top of the stairs, standing on the bridge overlooking her station just beyond where she would pursue. He watched as she freed herself of the last of the twine, as she looked to him, and as she eventually returned to her post. He said then the same thing he always said to her, though still he knew not if she recognized it.
“I am Aldin Paltry, the Leper of Hangknell. I will return again.”
He watched a moment more, but was paid not a glance in return. Back through the alley he went, bound for the dragon’s bridge.

Hello again, you might've seen my post a while ago about a really bad ear infection I had. I went back to the doctor and it's slowly clearing up thank god, but now I'm starting to see signs of a more serious health problem that could've possibly played a role in me getting a really bad ear infection out of no where.
I (f21) have struggled with mental illness my entire life. I'm not gonna type out my whole sob story, but to keep it short and sweet I have bipolar 1, OCD, BPD, an ED, and just overall very very bad anxiety. This is all written in my chart and every doctor I go to knows this. With that being said my OCD and ED have been rearing thier ugly heads for the past week making me very anxious and miserable, to the point that it's making my insomnia worse from worrying and so much other stuff.
I've been losing weight pretty rapidly because I simply refuse to eat when I feel this way as a sense of control I do not possess right now and my OCD has been giving me disturbing and downright terrifying intrusive thoughts (like that I'm going to die of a heart attack or that my newfound ear infection is going to spread to my brain and kill me; as well as more harm ocd thoughts like me getting near any high surface and my brain screaming at me to jump off or to simply just self-harm again to stop the thoughts completely.)
I've been so stressed out because of my mental health that I've been noticing more than just a random stray hair that is kinda grey every once and a while to seeing multiple fully grown out bright white strands (which isn't normal in the slightest for me) and I have my samsung smart watch that I use to track my heart rate and it will tell me when something seems off and I have been getting constant alerts that even if I'm simply sitting and trying to relax my resting BPM are at a shocking 121 (which also isn't normal for me in the slightest), I'm a bigger girl, but my blood work has always been normal and I never once had anyone tell me that I am unhealthy once they see my most recent panel that I got 1 month ago. So all of these things that have been happening over these past few weeks have been worrying me tremendously.
My chest has been feeling tight and aching which shouldn't be happening to a 21 year old that has no heart conditions and I've generally just been feeling spent and tired over the course of this (my depression has gotten worse which plays a heavy role in this as well) my body has been feeling feverish with no actual fever, I've had some light tremors, I've been extremely fatigued and my gut health has been not so great as well (having diarrhea every day, multiple times a day, for almost 20-30 minutes each session).
I've been brushing this off until I just broke down today (I've been crying nonstop for about 3 hours straight now) and now I can't even get out of bed. I feel like my body gave me an ear infection to actually make me slow down and take care of myself, which I'm grateful for, but also very annoyed by.
My question is will and should I grow more concerned if these symptoms persist and are they more serious than I think? Thanks for the replies in advance!

Hi!
27F 5’6” 145 lbs No medical history No allergies Nexplanon implant Occasional drinker, daily nicotine user though currently trying to winnow down
Lately, as in the last year or so, I’ve noticed some overall health changes. I am currently looking for a new PCP, but wait times where I live are pretty extensive, so I’m hoping to get some advice from all of y’all on whether there is any correlation between these things/whether there’s anything specific I should relay or advocate for when I get an appointment.
New symptoms notable to me: - fatigue - I feel like I’ve noticed some heart palpitations/arrhythmias. After listening with a stethoscope, I heard what sounds like a stutter every third beat or so. It doesn’t happen too often, but I notice it happens more often when I’m laying flat or on my left side - brief sharp/electrical pains across my ribs and chest - muscle twitching, most common in my legs - itchy spells. These happen anytime and anywhere but most commonly in the later part of the day/night. Along with them, I now have raised skin whenever I scratch the area, which is new to me
Unsure if relevant, but I did notice a painless, hard lump right behind the curve of my jaw about 2 years ago. My PCP at the time was not concerned; he took some blood tests (normal) and ordered an ultrasound but I was unable to schedule it before my insurance network changed. Maternal great grandfather had Hodgkins. As far as I can tell, it has not changed in size.
Any insight / advice / direction / knowledge would be greatly appreciated!!
ETA: itchy raised skin thing on the leg

Pain at the spot on and off on left chest near the 2nd ribs connecting to the sternum from below, like for 1 second. Pain score (1/10) is this gerd? I also burp a lot and could match few gerd symptoms. I feel better after eating too. Sometimes it feels tender to touch, most of time it's not painful pressed or touched. Last year I had spotted pain at 2nd rib on top near the sternum. I have done all test, everything look normal, except for cholesterol, slightly high.

Pain on left chest on and off, near second rib from bottom connecting at sternum like for 1 second. Pain score (1/10) I also burp a lot and think is this gerd symptoms. I feel better after eating too. Sometimes it feels tender to touch, most of time it's not painful pressed or touched. Is it anxiety? At night, when I try to sleep, it feels like a jolt of pain making me stay awake. After sleeping, the next morning there is no pain.
The pain actually changed locations. Last year was at the top of the chest.

I joined this subreddit awhile back because I was trying to find more images of the implant scarring and didn't find as much as I'd hoped. I had my procedure done almost 2 weeks ago and the recovery was very rough for me (they don't plan on activating for over 1.5 months). I wanted to touch on some points in case people stumble across this post for recovery.

• I have had a severe headache, feels worse than a migraine, since the operation and was informed it could be ongoing for the next month. It's the whole right side of my head. (Prescribed gabapentin for this)
• I can't stick out my tongue, currently my tongue range of mobility has been reduced about 70% (I used to be able to touch my nose with my tongue haha)
• I read a lot of people being able to eat food normally. Not me. I was on a liquid diet for a week cause it was painful to swallow, more jaw nerve pain and felt like someone punched me in the throat.
• The reason why I put female specifically is because HOLY CRAP the chest incision area hurts so bad if you don't have good chest support. It is much more uncomfortable and painful than I thought it would be because I have a large chest size. I still cannot lay on either side (I'm a side sleeper) and the weight of even bending over slightly causes a lot of pain because of the gravity weight. I had to hold my chest whenever I got up because the pain would be too much without supporting the area.
• Also surprisingly, my implant is not visible at all. I actually had planned on uploading a collage of my recovery but imgur wouldn't upload it, I'm guessing because of the bloody scars? But anyways, very surprised that I can't see even a slight raised bump.
• DO YOUR NECK EXERCISES. Seriously. Even though it sucks, do it.
• Make sure you're washing your incision site gently with antibacterial soap (I usually use fragrance free Dial antibacterial soap). If your incision is still slightly fresh make sure you are patting it down with a new paper towel each time, do not use your bath towel. If you're prescribed antibiotics just coat the incision site and let it sit. You don't need to rub it in.

There's a lot more I can bring up but that's all I remember specifically that I wanted to bring up atm. Feel free to ask me anything and I'll do my best to answer! Hope it helps!

tw // mental health, heart issues, anger
Just got out of the hospital. I'm done with this game. Every time I fight a Kenshi in the Combat League my blood boils and my chest gets tight. The one I fought online a few hours ago finally pushed me over the edge. Halfway through the second round, I started feeling this sharp, stabbing pain in my chest. I tried to push through it, but the pain got so bad I could barely breathe.
My mother called an ambulance and I ended up in the ER. My blood pressure skyrocketed and the doctors were worried I might be having a heart attack. Thankfully they managed to get everything under control and I was sent home. On the downside my mom took away my PS5 and said I can't play Mortal Combat ever again.
But I'm getting a PC soon. If anyone knows a mod that removes Kenshi from the game please let me know!!

She texted me early in the morning that she had been hospitalized for chest pains. After some tests the doctors determined she has liver sepsis and pneumonia. She was honest about having withdrawals so they are treating her for that, as well. I wasn’t sure if I would visit her since she has been awful to me but I knew I would regret not going if I didn’t. How common is it for Qs to end up in the hospital? Will the doctors encourage rehab? I know this is a progressive disease but I’m still taken aback. I’m proud that I’ve been able to detach with love. I refrained from getting involved in her medical stuff with the doctors. I refrained from contacting her friends and family for support. She didn’t ask me to so I realized it would be me enabling behavior and managing. This stuff is so hard. Good job everyone, at whatever pace you’re at with this family disease.

Where do I go from here
Yesterday you called me your karma today you called me your soulmate My whole life went on tilt when I met you, you brought the sun, the moon, and the stars back into view for me. I feel in love with your kindness and young spirit, you brought me to see beauty in a world that had gone very grey. You showed interest in me in ways no one ever had before. You asked questions just wanting to know more about me. I felt loved and whole for the first time in my life. Being near you calmed my mind from the endless running , my soul could rest in your arms. You brought passion and fire in a kiss mixed with laughter and eagerness that felt untamed that I thanked the heavens for having found my mate. I lost you as you lost yourself, you asked me to hold onto you and tried knuckles whiting and fingers raw I held onto you as hell descended upon you. In turn sending us both into a consuming darkness. I walk each step I could take, deliberately protecting you from what I could from the pains. Then you let go, you dropped my hand to hold another’s. My empty hand left cold and bare. The raw meat of it sent the splinters of the emptiness it now held. I held my hand against my heart. Wrapping myself in the shreds you left as you parted. The tattered remains I carefully contained with myself. Silence between us the darkness had taken it bite. I felt the pull when you awoke the need deep within to reach for you but only to find the space empty. An echo of what should be. You let the cold seep into my bones. Forced to carry this alone. I grew bitter from the cold, tired and lost. I wondered into the darkness alone. Winds changed direction and choices made clear. I had to let this go or lose myself to the abandonment once our home. Echos of moments held in the very halls I walked now alone. Escape, run, reflexes heightened awaiting the familiar sound of your footsteps, never to come but always there. I grew stronger, I had to survive as survival is all you left me. Arrival at a destination so unclear. Will you find me here. Do I pray you do or do I pray you don’t. Are you intentions true or am I just pray to you. Found but still lost you claimed me as your karma a statement I know is not true. In truth I am your manifested gift of love pure and true, your empress. You’re blind to the connection I so readily claim. I am yours and you are mine. I will jump through these hoops you have placed between your heart and mine. I will scale the walls you think keep you safe but only make you blind. I am yours and you are mine. It was said at the beginning of our time and will be said till the day we die. I am not the karma you have poisoned our love with, I am your empress and you my king. I wait for your mind to recognize why we make the bells ring when no source of a bell can be seen. I am the person you seek in your dreams, your soulmate your partner. I am not perfect and perfectly human just as you are to me. I await your homecoming my soulmate, my charming, my diamond, my king. I wait for the day you see that no walls, no barriers, nothing should come between what should be. I love you as pure as the day I first laid my eyes on the road listening for the jingle to know you were close. I wait for you to once again call me pretty in my slippers and robe as I wrap my arms around you and you pull me in close.
When you are finally ready you will find me. We will find a home within eachother, and build a life we can share together, come back to me fully without the barriers and obstacles in our way. Give this life with me a chance and breath life into this love so we can live again hand in hand , heart to heart, give rest to our souls as we laugh and love with all this life can bring. Let nothing stop what is meant to be. Let us make dreams into reality and love eachother endlessly. Today another sign that I am yours and you are mine. Don’t let anyone take this from us again. Protect our hearts from jealous minds, twisted people, and manipulation. Hold me tightly to your chest and protect us fiercely, others will come for us so we must build strong. Hold us tightly keep our dreams insight with your hand in mine let’s find our destiny. Always your hand in mine and eternity entwined.

I apologize if my grammar and punctuation is non existent I’m too in shock to care
So today I found my dad hunched over on his knees near his bed clutching his chest cold and dead today I’m assuming he had a heart attack cause that’s what it looked like from how he was positioned back on Wednesday night he wasn’t feeling too hot he was throwing up and I thought he was just sick but the next morning he collapsed and me and my grandma called an ambulance for him but he refused to go since he’s hard headed but anyway we believe he essentially went into cardiac arrest cause he has high blood pressure and his diet is awful and he drinks like a fish but moving on he basically had all the telltale signs of cardiac arrest such as being super sore and he could barely see anything along with chest pains but last night i was taking care of him and he was complaining again about his chest and I begged him to let me take him to the hospital and he denied again that’s the last time I saw him alive I was then woken up by my grandma at 2 in the afternoon coming home saying she hadn’t seen him all day so I went to check on him fearing the worst and found him dead next to his bed he’d been dead a few hours by then he was cold and his face was blue and the worst bit is he died in pain he didn’t even get to go in his sleep which kills me I tried to give him CPR just hoping it might somehow work but Rigor Mortis had already set in so I knew he was dead I wasn’t the closest with my dad but he was the only parent I had left and now he’s gone I’m super angry at him for denying us getting him healthcare and leaving me and my siblings alone like this my grandma only has so much time left on this earth and now my little siblings are not gonna have a father figure in their lives anymore I just don’t know what to do or how to even begin to try to get over his death any help would be appreciated sorry for typing so much I just tend to ramble.

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Crownfall Treasure Chest 1 & 2 (Buy 3+ More at 10% / 6+ More at 20% / 9+ More at 30% discount)

Item	Quantity	Price	Type	Reserved
Owly Bear (URSA)	1	35$ or Items	Ultra Rare Treasure 2	Only ONE
Mocking Bird (Meepo)	4	20$ or Items	Very Rare Treasure 1	None
Ravencloak (Drow Ranger)	2	40$ or Items	Very Rare Treasure 2	Only Two
Whispering Wings (Silencer)	6	8$ or Items	Rare Treasure 1	None
Crown of the Condor (Wraith King)	6	8.5$ or Items	Rare Treasure 1	One Sold 5 Left
Thunderbird (Zeus)	5	7$ or Items	Rare Treasure 2	None
Birdfeed Bandit (Hood Wink)	4	8$ or Items	Rare Treasure 2	None
Blood Raven (Blood Seeker)	10	2.5$ or Items	Treasure 1	None
Tines of the Pyrexae (Jakiro)	8	2.5$ or Items	Treasure 1	None
Imperial Ember (Lina)	8	2.5$ or Items	Treasure 1	None
Designs of Ancient Druud (Disruptor)	8	2.5$ or Items	Treasure 1	None
Verdant Swarm (Nature Prophet)	8	2.5$ or Items	Treasure 1	None
Phalanx of the Bronze Eagle (Legion Commander -LC)	8	2.5$ or Items	Treasure 1	None
Raven of Ristul (Queen of Pain)	8	2.5$ or Items	Treasure 1	None
Eyes in the Endless Dark (Shadow Shaman)	8	2.5$ or Items	Treasure 1	None
Crystalline Crown (Ancient Apparition)	6	2.5$ or Items	Treasure 2	None
Flight of the Gryphon Lord (Keeper of the Light)	6	2.5$ or Items	Treasure 2	None
Lionheart (Omnikinght	6	2.5$ or Items	Treasure 2	None
Song of the Sea Lotus (Naga Siren)	7	2.5$ or Items	Treasure 2	None
Keeper of the Nether-Lens (Pugna)	6	2.5$ or Items	Treasure 2	None
Twitcher (Timker)	7	2.5$ or Items	Treasure 2	None
Highborn Heretic (Skywrath Mage	7	2.5$ or Items	Treasure 2	None
Mischief of the Winter Moth (Puck)	6	2.5$ or Items	Treasure 2	None

 

AUGUST 2023 Collectors Cache (Buy 3+ More at 10%/ 6+ More at 20%/ 9+ More at 30% discount)

Item	Quantity	Price	Type	Reserved
Snailfire (SnapFire)	2	25$ or Items	Very Rare Cache Set	None
Brightfist (Marci)	5	18$ or Items	Rare Cache Set	Three Sold One Reserved Last Left
Dezun Viper (Dazzle)	5	4$ or Items	Cache Set	One Sold One Reserved
Primeval Abomination (Primal Beast)	5	5.5$ or Items	Cache Set	Two Sold
Astral Herald (Dawnbreaker)	5	5.5$ or Items	Cache Set	Two Sold
Spectral Shadow (Abaddon)	5	3.5$ or Items	Cache Set	None
Taur Rider (Alchemist)	5	4$ or Items	Cache Set	One Sold
Crescent Huntress (Spectre)	5	4$ or Items	Cache Set	One Sold
Tyrant of the Veil (Wraith King)	5	5.5$ or Items	Cache Set	Two Sold
Tomo'kan Footsoldier (Hoodwink)	5	5$ or Items	Cache Set	One Sold
Darkwood Eulogy (Death Prophet)	5	3.5$ or Items	Cache Set	None
Sea Spirit (Kunkka)	5	4$ or Items	Cache Set	One Sold
Triumph of the Imperatrix (Legion Commander)	5	4$ or Items	Cache Set	None
Beast of Thunder (Storm Spirit)	5	5.5$ or Items	Cache Set	Two Sold
Ancestral Heritage (Jakiro)	5	4$ or Items	Cache Set	One Sold

 

Ultra Rare Immortals 2022

Item	Quantity	Price	Type	Reserved
Bloodfeather Finery (Queen of Pain)	1	15$ or Items	Ultra Rare Immortal 2	LastLeft

 

Diretide Collectors Cache-2 2022

Item	Quantity	Price	Type	Reserved
Sublime Equilibrium (Void Spirit)	2	45$ or Items	Very Rare Direteide Collectors Cache	One Sold Last Left
Brands of the Reaper (Anti Mage)	5	$18	Rare Direteide Collectors Cache 2	Three Sold Last Two Reserved
Grudges of the Gallows Tree (Treant)	6	15$ or Items	Rare Direteide Collectors Cache 2	Five Sold Last Left
War Rig Eradicators (Techies)	5	8$ or Items	Direteide Collectors Cache 2	Three Sold
Sacred Chamber Guardian (Huskar)	5	7$ or Items	Direteide Collectors Cache 2	Two Sold One Reserved
Acrimonies of Obsession (Vengeful Spirit)	5	7.5$ or Items	Direteide Collectors Cache 2	One Sold
Freeboot Fortunes (Ogre Magi)	5	4.5$ or Items	Direteide Collectors Cache 2	None
Withering Pain (Clinkz)	5	6$ or Items	Direteide Collectors Cache 2	Two Sold
Darkfeather Factioneer (Phantom Assassin)	5	8$ or Items	Direteide Collectors Cache 2	Three Sold
Feasts of Forever (Night Stalker)	5	5.5$ or Items	Direteide Collectors Cache 2	Two Sold
Cursed Cryptbreaker (Pudge)	5	5.5$ or Items	Direteide Collectors Cache 2	Two Sold
Dawn of Darkness Foretold (Doom)	5	10$ or Items	Direteide Collectors Cache 2	Three Sold
The Wilding Tiger (Brewmaster)	5	11$ or Items	Direteide Collectors Cache 2	Four Sold Last Left
Transcendent Path (Oracle)	5	7.5$ or Items	Direteide Collectors Cache 2	Two Sold
Darkbrew´s Transgression (Alchemist)	5	10$ or Items	Direteide Collectors Cache 2	Four Sold Last Left
Grand Suppressor (Silencer)	5	4.5$ or Items	Direteide Collectors Cache 2	One Sold
Bird of Prey (Legion Commander)	5	7.5$ or Items	Direteide Collectors Cache 2	Three Sold

 

Diretide Collectors Cache 2022

Item	Quantity	Price	Type	Reserved
Blue Horizons(Marci)	4	16$ or Items	Rare Direteide Collectors Cache	Three Sold Last Left
Hounds of Obsession (Chen)	3	7.5$ or Items	Direteide Collectors Cache	Two Sold Last Left
Seadog's Stash (Clockwerk)	3	6$ or Items	Direteide Collectors Cache	One Sold
Starlorn Adjudicator (Dawn Breaker)	3	11$	Direteide Collectors Cache	Two Sold Last Left
Chines of the Inquisitor (Faceless Void)	3	18.5$	Direteide Collectors Cache	Two Sold Last Reserved
Crimson Dawn (Phoenix)	3	7$ or Items	Direteide Collectors Cache	Two Sold Last Left
Forgotten Station (Terrorblade)	3	4.5$ or Items	Direteide Collectors Cache	None
Dirge Amplifier (Undying)	3	5.5$ or Items	Direteide Collectors Cache	One Sold
Champion of the Fire Lotus (Monkey King)	3	7.5$ or Items	Direteide Collectors Cache	Two Sold Last Left
Deathstitch Shaman (Witch Doctor)	3	5.5$ or Items	Direteide Collectors Cache	One Sold

 

Aghanim's Continuum Cache 2021 / Ti-11

Item	Quantity	Price	Type	Reserved
Scales of the Shadow Walker (Phantom Lancer)	4	12$ or Items	Aghanim Cache	Three Sold Last Left
Test of the Basilisk Lord (Razor)	4	11.5$ or Items	Aghanim Cache	Three Sold Last Left
Secrets of the Frost Singularity (Ancient Apparation)	4	5$ or Items	Aghanim Cache	None
Perils of the Red Banks (Chen)	4	7$ or Items	Aghanim Cache	Two Sold Last Left
The Chained Scribe (Grimstroke)	4	8$ or Items	Aghanim Cache	One Sold One Reserved
Widow of the Undermount Gloom (Broodmother)	4	9.5$ or Items	Aghanim Cache	Three Sold Last Left
Forgotten Fate (Mars)	4	5$ or Items	Aghanim Cache	One Sold
March of the Crackerjack Mage (Rubick)	4	12$ or Items	Aghanim Cache	Three Sold Last Left
Cosmic Concoctioneers (Alchemist)	4	12$ or Items	Aghanim Cache	Two Sold
Blightfall (Abbadon)	4	8$ or Items	Aghanim Cache	Two Sold

 

Nemestice Cache 2021 / Ti-11

Item	Quantity	Price	Type	Reserved
Astral Terminus (Enigma)	3	12$ or Items	Nemestice Cache 1	One Sold One Reserved Last Left
Caerulean Star (Enchantress)	3	9$ or Items	Nemestice Cache 1	Two Sold Last Left

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Collector's Cache 2020 / Ti-10

Item	Quantity	Price	Type	Reserved
Steward of the Forbidden Chamber (TA/Templar Assassin)	3	15$	TI-10 Rare Cache 2	Two Sold Last Reserved
Talons of the Endless Storm (CK/Chaos Knight)	3	7.5$ or Items	TI-10 Cache 2	One Sold
Carousel of the Mystic Masquerade (Rubick)	3	10$ or Items	TI-10 Cache 2	Two Sold Last Left
Blacksail Cannoneer (Sniper)	3	7$ or Items	TI-10 Cache 2	None
Blaze of Oblivion (Phoenix)	3	7$ or Items	TI-10 Cache 2	None
Songs of Starfall Glen (Enchantress)	3	6$ or Items	TI-10 Cache 1	None
Flashpoint Proselyte (Huskar)	3	13$ or Items	TI-10 Cache 1	Two Sold Last Left
Fissured Flight (Jakiro)	3	12$ or Items	TI-10 Cache 1	Two Sold Last Left
Mindless Slaughter (Pudge)	3	12$ or Items	TI-10 Cache 1	Two Sold Last Reserved
Fury of Righteous Storm (Disruptor)	3	6$ or Items	TI-10 Cache 1	None
Apocalypse Unbound (Ancient Apparation)	3	9$ or Items	TI-10 Cache 1	Two Sold Last left

 

Collector's Cache 2019/ Ti-9

Item	Quantity	Price	Type	Reserved
Prized Acquisitions (Batrider)	4	7$	TI-9 Cache Set-2	Two Sold
The sight of the Kha-Ren Faithful (Drow Ranger)	4	12$	TI-9 Cache Set-2	Three Sold Last Reserved
Directive of the Sunbound(Clockwerk)	5	9$	TI-9 Cache Set-2	Four Sold Last Left
Distinguished Expeditionary (Tusk)	4	7$	TI-9 Cache Set-2	Two Sold
Automaton Antiquity (Broodmother)	5	9$	TI-9 Cache Set-2	Four Sold Last Left
Fury of the Bloodforge (Bloodseeker)	5	9$	TI-9 Cache Set-2	Three Sold
Tribal Pathways (Warlock)	5	8.5$	TI-9 Cache Set-2	Three Sold
Verdant Predator (Venomancer)	5	9$	TI-9 Cache Set-2	Three Sold
The Arts of Mortal Deception (Enigma)	3	9$	TI-9 Cache Set	Two Sold Last Left
Poacher's Bane (Tidehunter)	3	8$	TI-9 Cache Set	One Sold One Reserved Last Left
Riddle of the Hierophant (Oracle)	3	9$ or 3 Keys	TI-9 Cache Set	Two Sold Last Left

 

Collector's Cache 2018/ Ti-8

Item	Quantity	Price	Type	Reserved
Raiments of the Obsidian Forge (Underlord)	4	18$	TI-8 Rare Cache Set	Three Sold Last Left
Pattern of the Silken Queen (Brood)	4	8$	TI-8 Cache Set	Three Sold Last Left

 
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Wall of Shame:
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First time posting here and just here to get it off of my chest.
Last month my dog Cole of 16 years gotten really sick. Despite his age he still moved around like he was still young even running at times and jumping up things. He's been sick before but has been able to bounce back time and time again. He's always been the type to mess with something or run into something by accident but he'd always get right back up and keep going.
When I let him out for his morning bathroom break something was different. Cole could barely stand let alone walk or run. I dreaded this day because my family said it was coming. I basically grew up with this dog I had him since I was 10 years old. He's been with me through middle school, high school college and 4 years after. Instead of doing my original plans for the day I stayed with Cole and held him until I had to go to work. He didn't eat his food or drink his water I set aside and thats when the gravity of the situation really began to dawn on me.
I went to work then came back afterwards and saw her ate some food but not a lot of it. Again I thought maybe he was trying to pull through. Despite this I was still worried about him and planned time visit a vet soon to see if anything could be done to ease the pain for him. After finishing my dishes for the night I told him good night and that I loved him. I didnt realize that was the final time I would say it to him..
The next morning is when. I found him. I came to let him out for his bathroom break at 7 in the morning and he was there. His eyes were wide open laying down in a different position than he usually slept in. Seeing him lifeless like that broke something in me. Like I said despite his age he never let being sick slow him down. He was never the type to dwell on the bad he just kept going. Not many people can say their senior dog would be up for a game of tag. I basically treated him like a brother instead of a pet because we grew up together. Hes been there through my highs and lows. We basically like to mess around with each other like siblings did. But now he's gone.
After telling my family what happened we took his body to the animal shelter where they said they'll cremate him however we could not get his ashes as it was a community cremation. That by itself also added to the pain. Next to nothing is left in the home of him beside the very few pictures we've took and his dog tags.
It took me a while to stop crying over him. But it hasn't even been a month yet and I think about him every day. Just missing him barking, us watching horror movies and toonami together, him chasing my toy car collection. I find myself sometimes going into the basement wanting to pet him or poke him while he's asleep because he would growl in a specific tone as if he was trying to form words to tell me to bug off. But then I remember he's not here anymore and it hurts.
I've vented to my friends and family about it. I try to focus on the good memories we've had but I also can't get the image of his body out of my head. His cage was at the foot of the stairs and every time I pass where it used to be I just get reminded of him. I remember the good days of him coming out of his cage to play, use the bathroom or just sitting in it watching in it watching dbz reruns. But then i also get reminded of that day. Seeing him laid out like that really messed me up. I know I probably should have gotten him help sooner or had him put down. But like I said he's gotten through a lot and always bounce back. I didnt know this would have been his last time.
My manager asked me if I was going to get a new dog and I almost cussed her out for asking something as insensitive as that. How do you replace someone who you basically grew up with in less than a month of their passing? The wound is still fresh.
I'm sorry if this is long. I really needed somewhere to get this off of my chest. I've been on autopilot since his passing and needed an outlet.

Hey nosleep,
This might be the most disturbing thing I’ve ever stumbled upon, and I need to share it with someone who might understand. Last weekend, I found a diary hidden inside a secret compartment of an old desk I bought at an estate sale.
The entries inside are horrifyingly detailed, describing gruesome murders that span days. The first entry I read shook me to my core:
“Day one: I captured her just before dusk, the struggle vibrant and intoxicating. Her terror was palpable, the sweat mixing with the tears on her cheeks. She fought bravely, but it was futile. I brought her to my prepared place, an old shed deep in the woods, where no one would hear us. I tied her to an old chair, her arms and legs bound tightly with rough rope that cut into her skin whenever she moved.”
“Day two: I began with small cuts, superficial but numerous, across her arms and legs, the kind that sting sharply but are not life-threatening. Each whimper she made was a symphony to my ears. I used a scalpel, the blade sharp and precise, making sure to clean the wounds to prevent early infection. Hydration was minimal, just enough to keep her conscious, to experience every moment of her slow demise.”
“Day three: I increased the severity of her wounds, cutting deeper, exploring the textures of her muscles and sinews. The smell of iron filled the air, her blood a vibrant contrast against the sterile white of the shed. I documented her fading vitality, noting how her eyes began to lose their shine, her screams turned to whimpers, and eventually, she could only produce a gurgling noise as her body gave up.”
Horrified but needing to know more, I checked the local unsolved cases and there it was—a woman had been found just as described, her body abandoned in a shed in the woods, the case still open and cold.
I couldn’t stop there. I read another entry:
“Day one: He was an easy target, alone at a late showing in an old cinema. I watched him from the shadows, calculating. When he left for the restroom, I followed, injecting him with a sedative I had prepared. He collapsed, unconscious, easy to drag into my waiting van.”
“Day two: In my soundproof basement, I hung him from the ceiling by his wrists. His awakening was met with the harsh reality of his situation. I used a variety of tools, pliers to remove nails, a hammer to break fingers. His cries filled the room, a desperate plea for mercy that would not come.”
“Day three: Exhaustion had set in, his body weak from pain and blood loss. I carved words into his chest, a message to those who would find him, my signature. By nightfall, he was no longer responsive, his life extinguished under the cold glare of my surgical lights.”
Again, the details matched a man found in similar circumstances, his body discovered in an abandoned building downtown, his injuries a mirror of the diary’s descriptions.
Tonight, I’m going to read another entry. I'm terrified of what I’ll find, but I feel compelled to continue.

I don't come to reddit often and I'm probably going to delete this later but if anyone has some advice on hope to cope I would really appreciate it.
My cat is 17 and recently his health seems to have been declining out of nowhere. He's eating less, drinking less, constantly cleaning himself to where he's wet after, responding/walking slowly, and a few hours ago, he was meowing super loudly. At first I thought this was him about to throw up because that's a regular thing he does before throwing up, but he didn't and was wobbling a bit when walking. He's been laying only on the floor (during the day he does jump up onto the beds and couch and was sleeping perfectly fine on my bed earlier today, purring and everything) and hiding under beds. Not purring either and his nose is dry. He seemed so happy and peaceful earlier in the day I don't know what happened. I'm wondering if this is just temporary and he's going to be fine in the morning, or if one of these nights I'm going to go to bed and wake up with him not there.
My mom hasn't been helping either, she's constantly telling me how she thinks he's gonna pass soon and it's stressing me out even more. My last day of school is in 2 days and I'm graduating in a week, I know he's just a cat and doesn't care but I want him to be here when I graduate. Though I fear that's not gonna happen. I just feel like a mess. I love him so unbelievably much, words alone aren't enough to express how much he means to me, and I hope he knows that. I already lost one cat a few years ago and that was probably the most painful experience I've ever been through. I've healed but I don't wanna go through it again, even though I know I will.
I wasn't mentally prepared the first time because one moment I was happily sitting in my room, and the next my parents called me into the living room with the worst news ever. I want to know if there's anything I can do for myself to calm down and for my cat so he isn't hurting physically or emotionally either. Sorry I'm just rambling at this point, my heart feels like it's going to explode out of my chest. I love him so much.

I have been sick probably catch a cold or flu for a week, and have been much better since the last two days. And today is my biologics day, so I inject my once/month Taltz, after that I feel my cold/flu symptoms is back and worse again. I feel chest pains and sore throat and headache and huge panic. I am worry will this be serious consequences? I have never get sick and inject biologics in the same week. Now I am very regret I have done that, what should I do? Will this get much worse bc my immunity system is suppressed? Thank you for the advice🤣🤣