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As a mature Canadian who was “given” an automatic-only UK licence in exchange for my Canadian one (despite driving and owning a manual car for many years), it was a hard pill to swallow being treated as a “new driver” with insurance companies. I’ve been driving auto here for 3+ years and was desperate to get my manual licence but hadn’t been in a position for lessons until recently - and I passed! Yay!
My new licence has arrived and by all accounts, it just looks like a brand new licence, never before driven. Like I’m a new driver all over again. Everything says 2024 instead of the 2020 my previous licence had. Even checking online, it doesn’t seem like there is anything which clearly indicates I’m an experienced driver. I still only own an automatic car.
Any input on this?

TLDR; Has anyone had experience with Elmiron instills? I want to give Elmiron a shot as it’s so helpful for a lot of people, but I’m very cautious about the eye side effects of the oral pill. I’ve heard of people doing instills with it instead, anyone know if the side effects can still occur with this delivery route?
22F Hi guys, havent posted on this sub in a bit. I’ve gotten a decent amount better with the addition of 300mg gabapentin, but I’m still flaring kind of randomly. I felt super good for a few days, then I ate auntie anns brown sugar cinnamon pretzel bites (with prelief) and my bladders been mad for a few days now. I think one of my main triggers is probably sugar. Other than that its hard to determine what my triggers are. Sometimes I can have sex no problem, other times it flares me. Sometimes I can eat chocolate, other times it flares me. Sometimes I flare the week before/during my period, sometimes I actually feel better then. Consistently though, I feel pretty good when lying on my stomach. Weird. I’ve already had PTs tell me my PF isnt anything crazy, so its prob not that. I try to follow the IC diet as closely as I can, but it’s really difficult to do as a college student in the US.
I’ve tried a lot of meds, some working good, others not so much. Vesicare 5mg (helps a bit, I’ve been on it from the start), Hydroxyzine 25mg 3x a day (idk if this helps or not helps a bit maybe, have also been on this since the start), nortriptyline 75mg (have been on this at 50mg since childhood, just upped it), aloe vera caps, bladder builder, marshmallow root caps (maybe they help?), birth control minipill (took once and flared terribly), and recently gabapentin 300mg (I thought this was helping but then I got a several long day flare). Pain meds do nothing to touch it. I did one “rescue” instill that either didnt work or started to work two days later. The cath was very painful to insert.
Everything started being consistently painful for me after a night of drinking a ton and blacking out. Previously I’d get some random slight burning here and there that would go away fast after drinking some water. I’d get a little exterior burning on occasion before my period.
With my health history (POTS, hypermobility, EoE, migraines, possible MCAS) I have no clue what to do or try now. While my symptoms are significantly better than 8 months ago when all this started, I’m still flaring for seemingly no reason most of the time. While I do have some almost pain free days, I am paranoid of triggering myself. Has anyone had experience with Elmiron instills? I want to give Elmiron a shot as it’s so helpful for a lot of people, but I’m very cautious about the eye side effects of the oral pill. I’ve heard of people doing instills with it instead, anyone know if the side effects can still occur with this delivery route?
I have a laparoscopy scheduled for the end of June to physically see whats going on in there, as well as to rule out endo. My periods have never been too bad, I’ll just get very bad lower back pain during, or abdominal cramps that hurt so bad that they wind me anytime in the month. I also bleed almost every time I go #2. Along with the lap, they plan on doing my first ever bladder scope to see whats going on in there while I’m under anesthesia. My Endo specialist doc and Urogyno doc are both going to be there, so they can excise or cauterize anything they may find.
I am so so so tired of whatever is going on with me and I just want to get back to a pretty normal life. I want to know exactly what my triggers are which seems impossible. Even while I’m doing my best to have an IC friendly diet I still get 10/10 flares. I’m so sick of being to afraid to eat anything.

I’m trying to up my fitness game. Heavy lifting and cardio.
My diet sucks. Any recommendations on protein? Does it satiate you? I’d like a brand that satiates so I don’t eat so much terrible food.
Also, any good heart rate monitors that CONSISTENTLY work? Wrist preferably. The one I have sucks. It shows me with a 60bpm when I’m sprawled out on the floor gasping for air.

I'm looking for a new brand of cheap (around $20 or less) men's V-neck t-shirts that are sold in XXL with longer short sleeves but fitted arm holes (I hate feeling like I have bat wings), at least 28in long, cotton or cotton mix (stretchy & breathable are good), medium weight, a variety of colors (heathered is preferred) and hold up well without showing signs of wear.
I tried cheap ($10) Ralph Lauren V necks from a department store that fit well, but the armpit area started to pill after wearing it once, so I'm hoping to find something better.
My previous favorite is Kohl's Apt. 9 Premier Flex, but they run small and don't have 3XL.
I feel like men's shirts are always thicker and have longer short sleeves than women's t-shirts... the issue with fit is usually with the arm holes coming down too far.
I looked in the Wiki but it does not have recommendations of men's clothing that fit women well, etc.
Thank you.

I’m a female living with my grandmother and her current husband. I used to live across the country but moved back home when my grandma started presenting health problems. She is such a private person that she would never tell me her conditions until I moved in to help take care of her. It took her a year to share that she had a major cardiac event which triggered my desire to move close to her since she is the last good family I have.
My grandparents were extremely loving and supportive growing up, but my grandmother has always needed two men in her life. My mom has always joked that she is the most traditional member of our family- we are descended from a pre columbian matriarchal society.
When I was 13, my grandma started seeing her current husband shortly after her previous husband died. Grandma never married my grandfather but he stayed in the picture. This new guy, I’ll call him Peter, was super inappropriate. Right away he started bringing me gifts which mostly consisted of army clothes. He would have me dress up in them and then take pictures. My mom immediately saw the red flags and was very vocal about how creepy he was. My home life was extremely unstable, my mom and her husband would constantly fight- I’m talking screaming matches waking my siblings and I up in the middle of the night. My grandpa and grandma were the only sanctuary away from that for years until Peter was allowed into her home.
I remember one summer where we went over to his house while he was moving in, he gave me a can of some off brand drink already open. It tasted funny but I chalked it up to it being off brand. Then he told me to follow him into the basement and from there my memory just sort of fades out. The next thing I know we’re driving away from his house and I have no idea what time or day it is. I just remember coming to and thinking “that’s weird.”
After that he started taking every opportunity to touch me. I don’t mean sexually, stuff like always grabbing or rubbing my lower back whenever he would pass me in the kitchen. It almost always happened in the kitchen and it was often on my back. He would grope my thighs and tell me how muscular I was getting. When I was lifting weights in my home gym he would press himself completely against me and show me the “correct” way to do a tricep workout while I was bent over.
The older I got the more this behavior seemed disgusting and it didn’t stop until I was 23 but that was because I was never around anymore and had moved 1000 miles away. When I moved back I thought that I could let it go and at first it was nice to just be polite with Peter while taking care of my grandma. But then I got a spine injury and that quickly changed. I would lie on the floor at first for relief because I was scared of becoming addicted to pain pills. So for a month all I did was stay home crying on and off from the pain and praying things would get better. Then one day while playing a game on my laptop I felt someone watching me. It was so painful to turn at the waist that I had to crane my neck but in the doorway was Peter, staring at my ass. At first he flinched then tried to act like he was a concerned and just coming to check on me. I told him I wanted to be left alone and he stood there a while longer before finally walking away. I did start taking muscle relaxers but because of the summer heat and my constant pain I wanted to lie on the cool floor of my office. It doesn’t have a door, just a doorway that I put a curtain in front of. Well, Peter started acting creepy all over again. He would literally sneak across the house- his room is on the other side- just to peak through the curtain and stare. To him it was probably like a game, he’s an 80+ year old nasty man who blasts porn and homophobic rhetoric on his tablet. I became hyper vigilant, always stressed that he would try to barge in on my space at any moment. I would lay facing the door after the first time but he still kept doing his shuffle and slowly open the curtain even though the curtain is mostly see through.
I spent the whole summer in recovery and physical therapy but the floor in my personal space was always the most comfortable place in the house. This went on that whole time and every time I caught him- there were times I didn’t notice he was there until the last second so he probably snuck up on me several other times without me knowing at all- he would say “just wanted to check and see that you’re okay. Funny how all that “checking up” stopped when I eventually started staying in my bedroom where I can lock the door.
After that it was like being 14 again only this time instead of touching he would ogle. My chest is still something he stares at 🤮🤮🤮🤮 Then in January of 2023 I caught him going through my underwear. I had been extra careful while washing everything because I was afraid he would pull this shit but I walked away for ten minutes and when I came back he had all my lingerie in his hands. I. Fucking. Screamed. I yelled at him to put my clothes back where he found them but Peter just started throwing everything from the washer into the dryer, and then he grabbed everything out of my dirty laundry basket and threw that in the dryer too. He likes to cover his tracks so I think he was trying to make it seem like he was being oh so helpful and putting my laundry in the dryer for me. The way he was touching my underwear told a completely different story.
I love my grandma, but at 22 I tried talking to her about Peter’s behavior and what happened when I was 13. Her response was “I don’t believe that happened.” So, now at 30 I don’t even want to try talking. I just want to enjoy my what time I have left with her because once she’s gone then everyone who raised me is gone. That thought is terrifying and does not help that now when I see Peter all I want to do is scream and throw things. I want to make him cry, make him feel scared, make him run and hide in his own home for the rest of his miserable, disgusting life. Anyways, just wanted to be able to say something somewhere for once and unfiltered. if any other people out there are feeling alone and stuck in horrible situations just know that there's love for you in people you have not met and you're worth more than the bullshit you're put through.

I(16M) and best friend Delilah” (16F) have always been friends, we went out of contact after I moved in 4th grade. We got back in contact at the end of freshman year in highschool. We’ve talked everyday since.
During the time we weren’t talking and were out of contact, I made another best friend who died summer going into 6th grade. That death hit me hard, and because of it I was extremely sensitive and took to harmful coping mechanisms including starving myself. I felt fat all the time, I was constantly very underweight and almost died 4 times because of it. As soon as it felt right I explained everything to Delilah and how sensitive I still am to talking about calories and weight. She understood and has respected that, which I’m grateful for.
In Delilah’s household, it’s common to talk about weight loss, something her dad drilled into her family. He shames my best friend in her weight and forces her to take sketchy dieting pills. She told me she doesn’t like it, and she’s happy where she is, but she doesn’t want to disappoint her dad. I understood, despite being unhappy with it and seeing my best friends mental health decreasing as the days go by.
Delilah has been sleeping over my house a lot recently, I’ve been trying to make sure she eats enough and enjoys sugary snacks as well as any kind of junk she’s willing to eat because of how strict her dad is. we have a lot of fun, today she went home after spending a couple nights and while I was helping her bring her stuff in her mom compliments me on how skinny I’ve gotten and how I’ve “lost weight” (I’m 215 pounds, last time we spoke I was 190 pounds) the discomfort hit me hard and I felt my stomach at discreetly as possible and I couldn’t feel my ribs (I used to be able to feel each rib individually) and dissociated until I just got home. I want to communicate to my friend that it upset me, and how I understand it’s normal in her house to speak about weight..and I know her mom meant well. WIBTA if I ask her to talk to her mom about it?

Long post — sorry. I never meant for this to be a “woe is me” post but I guess that’s what it turned into. Sounds pretty whiney now that I look at it. Let me preface this by saying that I love my daughter more than life itself. She is the best thing I’ve ever done.
But I am so unhappy with the way my marriage is going right now. I’ve been really overwhelmed with having LOTS of stuff going on at the moment (our one dog had his leg amputated a week ago after we desperately tried to save it, the other had to go to the emergency vet after ingesting some ant killer than our next door neighbor spread, we’re trying to book travel arrangements so my daughter can get to meet my grandmother who isn’t in good health, etc etc). I have some unexplained health issues going on (trouble concentrating, vertigo, feeling short of breath) and we’ve both gained a decent amount of weight since her birth in December. I pumped yesterday morning then sat down in bed and after 10 mins he walks in and says “are you gonna shower or just let there all day and let me take care of the baby?” I worked a 10 hour shift the day before as the charge nurse for the entire OR (20 operating rooms) all while pumping every 3 hours. Then came home, pumped, cleaned up the kitchen, showered and went to bed just before midnight.
My husband brings home donuts for breakfast, along with pop tarts and brownie bites. And Mac and cheese for dinner tonight. I told him I need to go on a diet because I’m addicted to sugar. He just says “for some Ozempic. It’s hard to eat healthy” as if it’s a cure all. He’s been on it in the past. He lost like 30 lbs and looked great. Then he stopped and gained it all back, as I knew he would, and continued to eat like shit. It just bugs me that he doesn’t even try to support me and tells me to take a medication because otherwise I’ll never lose the weight. But he actively contributes to the problem. And I can’t tell him that he needs to lose some weight too because I’m not attracted to him anymore.
He asks me if I need to increase the dose on my antidepressant instead of saying “can I do anything to help you?” He never wants to put in hard work where it counts. He wants a magic pill. But I can’t say any of this to him. I just have to smile and be happy and then cry at night when I’m up at 3am alone pumping in order to feed our precious little girl or when I’m in the shower or on my way to work in the morning.
Am I the problem? Do I need to go to therapy and change my medication and lower my standards for myself because this is my life now? I know I can’t expect it to be the same because I literally have a child now.

So I am feeling bloated all the time, Feel like I can't eat anything. No matter what I do, what pills I take, I still feel sick. This is also affecting my sex life as my digestive system is just a complete mess and I don''t feel comfortable.... does any gay bro have any advice? (Read in order to have full context) I was preparing for a Bulk, and then I started getting strong stomach pain, and feeling bloated af.... this lasted for around a month, I went to the doctor twice, I took pills, when to the specialzed doctor, got some exams done, took moee pills. I changed my diet, stopped drinking milk, etc etc. Though I feel better, it's been almost 2 MONTHS since it happened I still feel sick, yesterday I tried having sex and I couldn't feel comfortable.... I am desperate, not only because of my sexl life, but overall, some days I find it hard to go the gym, or move at all.

Hey everyone! I created this group after struggling with DE for over 2 years. In those two years, my condition would fade and come back and was very mild. Until about February 2023, then it really ramped up and never went away. It only seemed to get worse and worse and was spreading very rapidly from the tip of my right ring finger to eventually my right palm and spreading far in attempts to affect other fingers.
During this time, I was doing constant research and looking for any form of relief. I turned myself into a human guinea pig and would go on to try countless things I had read online. Although it is important to note: I never used any topical steroid creams or pill forms such a prednisone, triamcinolone, etc.
When my condition was at its worst, I came across this website . I followed the protocol twice (along with an extremely strict diet). I was unable to get the Itraconazole medication in my country and I also altered the vitamin A dosing after doing my own research on the potentially dangerous affects. After doing the protocol, I saw a lot of improvements but the condition would relapse whenever I ate something "wrong" or sometimes just for an unknown reason it would come back worse. If I stopped taking the Nystatin, it would come back. It was clear to me that this protocol helped me a lot, has worked for several others, but was not fully curing me. It could have been the missing Itraconazole and/or the lower vitamin A dosing but those were two things I personally was not willing to compromise on after doing my own research on both.
I ended up finally deciding to try and find a Traditional Chinese Medicine doctor near me. I had done a lot of research on Chinese Medicine and its ability to cure eczema, including DE. I found this website and decided I would commit to giving it a try. I booked an appointment for Oct. 20, 2023. When I went, she was so knowledgable and kind. She gave me extremely easy and practical steps to follow but did inform me that because I had dyshidrosis for 2 years or more, the condition is considered chronic and will take longer to heal.
I decided to give it a try and after just 14 days of taking the herbs she gave me, I had seen significant improvements in my hand. I continued with the herbs in 2 week treatments, I would go in for a follow-up, she would assess the progress and then adjust the herbal blend accordingly. I did this for about 3 months. My hand was improving extremely quickly and I am still experiencing last effects to this day (5/19/2024). As of today, my hand is about 98% healed. I can still tell where the affected areas are because I have seen them for 2 years straight but at first glance, my hand actually looks to be a completely normal, healed hand. I can still experience flares if I expose my hand to chemicals, too much hot water, or if I consume too much spicy food but aside from that, my hand does great! I highly recommend anyone with this condition, normal eczema, or any skin condition to seek out a TCM doctor as soon as possible and get treatment right away. The sooner, the better!
Be sure to scroll through the reddit page as I have posted updates throughout this journey periodically. I was documenting every single day in my personal journal from August 2023 to February 2024 and it is truly amazing what had been accomplished in just a few months between the two protocols that I did.
As always, if you have any questions, please post in the group and ask. I will do my best to help you based on my own experiences and the research I have done on this condition.
Most importantly, please know that this condition is curable!!! I don't care what a "normal" doctor or another reddit group tells you. This condition does in fact have a cure and can in fact be healed!

So, I've been trying to eat healthier and lose weight, being more conscious of what goes into my body. My brother showed me the app called YUKA Yall! This app is crazy. You scan products and it tells you what is in them. If they have potentially dangerous additives and if they're dense in fats or sugars. I scanned my makeup and found out a lot of stuff I use has chemicals that can potentially mess with your endocrine system. I've also found replacements for things I enjoy. Like a cold brew coffee with less sugar and that's just cleaner in general. If yall are having trouble finding good products this app is helpful. This isn't any sponsorship or spam. I just thought I'd share it. It rates food and makeup and body care products. This is newer for me so I don't have proven results yet of "I switched to these brands and lost weight" or whatever but hey less additives and crap in your body has to make things at least somewhat better.
Edit: tbh I was quite hesitant and skeptical about this. Thinking "really, how bad could stuff be?" And "is something like this actually helpful or beneficial?"
But out of curiosity I downloaded it while my family was out shopping and I was shocked to learn what is in every-day products we use. I posted this cause I thought it might be beneficial for some who are trying to clean up their diet and limit processed ingredients

About a year I moved from South Dakota to Maryland.
A little more background. I was born and raised in Washington State. My mother was abusive and I was molested at a very young age. I developed depression and in high school I attempted to kill myself for the first time. It was way more of a cry for help than an actual want for death. It did not have the desired outcome. My mother just doubled down on her abuse and my father let it happen. He had had an affair right before I was born and due to that he never stood up to my mother. She came from an abusive home as well and has undiagnosed bipolar disorder. She’s a dangerous person and I have no contact with her for a little over a decade.
I’ve been married twice. My first wife and I ran away and I tried to move on from my past. It caught up with me when my mom decided to divorce my dad in a series of crazy events that led to my dad almost dying. This sent me into a tailspin and my past came out and my then wife was not equipped to deal with my brand of depression. We eventually got divorced and I ended up with a depressive alcoholic woman who once died while we were having sex. I was able to perform cpr and bring her back but it doesn’t lead to a lot of positive self esteem or happiness.
I was able to escape that situation, a little worse but still alive. I met my now wife at a party and a few years later had a daughter. My wife also has suicidal ideation and a litany of other disorders that stems from emotional and sexual abuse as a child. We’ve been very poor and struggled deeply but since we both wore our traumas on our sleeves we knew where we stood with each other. It was nicer than having to hide all the time.
The goal was for her to finish college and get a good paying job and I would transition into being a stay at home dad. I’ve been working since I was about 14. I’ve done a little bit of everything and I have a degree in computer information systems. I can find work no matter where I go but I hate it. I hate being told what to do, I hate being micromanaged, I just hate working. I’ve done too much in my 38 years alive. I’ve had to continue to get up and go to work with this giant weight of my childhood hanging around my neck.
So, she got a job working for the government and that moved us to rural South Dakota. We got a nice house for next to nothing and I got to raise our daughter. My wife grew resentful pretty much immediately. She hated that I got to stay home and “do nothing” and then pass her the child at night. This went on for a few years. She would grow to dislike me on tons of levels. Some deserved for sure.
This was the first time in 20 years that I didn’t have a job to hold back my brain and emotions. The hope was I would find peace in that but it just gave my brain time to try and sort it out. That led to me holing myself up in the basement and trying to figure out what I wanted/needed. I started antidepressants and was given sleep medication for my insomnia. During this time we got married in hopes it would pull me out of the basement and the new medications would do the rest.
This was not the case. She grew more impatient with me and no matter what I did it wasn’t going to be enough to backtrack on what she wanted us to be. I wanted to go to couples therapy but she asked for a divorce. I begged her to rethink it and we came to an agreement. She was offered a new job in Maryland and we would take that as a new start. She convinced me that when we got here she would agree to therapy and we would try and work our shit out.
She lied. She wanted to get me here so she could feel better about leaving. For some reason she talked me into buying a new house than less than a month later said it was over. I couldn’t take it. All that had been building up over exploded and I took too many sleeping pills. I don’t remember much about that day but I wanted to sleep and to not feel anything. Was death what I wanted? I guess so but I don’t think it was that easy.
Since then she’s made me feel guilty over and over for it. I’m a literal open wound that she feels I deserve. It’s strange to watch someone you thought you knew well just become indifferent to your suffering. I wake up every day thinking about my daughter and if it will be better to have me around or not.
Objectively I know it would be better for her to have a dad in her life but if it’s this person who can’t help but want to die, is that better? I want to sleep forever and to have that be okay. I didn’t ask to be born or to have to fucking deal with this affliction on a daily basis. I hate that I feel this way but I honestly can’t help it. The divorce is pending and I’m struggling to get up and go to my new job tomorrow. I don’t know what to do and it scares me.
Sorry for grammar and punctuation.

I apologize, the reason this is so long is because 1.) I suck at summarizing 2.) backstory of some sort is needed to understand this excuse of a man and/or human being. 3.) I’m not a good storyteller, but you are, Charlotte, and I know you can take this mess of info and turn it into a beautiful, long-time-coming, petty revenge story for your channel. Because what is more petty than an herbal, flowery Trojan horse no one knows about?
Cast: OP-me Swister- my older sister Mom - mine and my sister’s mom, grandmother to Trish/Patty BIL- exactly who it says, and a huge butthole. Patty/Trish - the same person, a four year old little girl, product of union between BIL and Swister.
Some (bit rambling to explain some stuff) backstory:
Last winter, to get out of the horrible, freezing, painfully striking sleet (it would not pass over our town, was just there, stuck in a vortex, for what seemed like eternity) of January in our hometown (we were always just a couple degrees away from it being snow, and quite a few times we got lots of hail, some as big as softballs, and could damage cars and punch through windshields, etc. I know this sounds like ‘The Long Winter’ by Laura Ingalls Wilder, but both me and my mom (I’m disabled and have to live with someone to help in every day life, I’m not a high school dropout living in mommy’s basement playing fortnight or assassin’s creed and have memorized cheat codes. The only video games I’ve ever played were duck hunt, which my grandpa actually got for himself bc he loved to hunt, so I only got to play it in turns with my five other cousins when we visited him); and N64’s Zelda:Ocarina of Time. I hope those titles illustrate for you the last time I played a video game. Oh! And the Oregon Trail, but I always died of some disease that doesn’t happen today or is curable with fluids, rest, and maybe some penicillin. But I digress.) but both me and my mom and my older sister (who was pregnant at the time) and BIL moved about 15 minutes down a little used two lane highway. And when my niece was born late 2019, we named her Patricia after my grandmother. (Patty or Trish for short).
My BIL claims he can smell everything ten times better than any other human, ‘probably because I’m an Alpha Male, and I need heightened senses to protect my pack, my family.’ Okay, I won’t deny he is sensitive to scent, but if his food doesn’t come out smelling right (almost always made special order bc of his ‘allergies’ (that’s what he tells the waitress; in reality, he just doesn’t want stuff he doesn’t like on his plate, and is too fucking lazy to just take the single pickle chip off the McDonald’s cheeseburger. If half of America can do it, why not him? ‘I might smell and taste it with my superhuman olfactory senses.’ He said with a very sincere, serious tone and face, like I was in special education and couldn’t understand it was 1,2,3, not 1,3,2. He is an arrogant misogynistic asshole. My sister could have done sooooooo much better. Idk y she chose him to marry (for a general idea of all what he looks like, speaks like, and sounds like (minus the slight lisp) is the video of the ‘dating coach’ who took the video in his car, opening it with ‘you do not have to accept her rejection, say things like I’m the best, why wouldn’t you want me, you should see my basement with ropes and pulleys and hooks, and do you know what a did with her that night? Well, it’s not appropriate to talk about on this platform”… yeah, that guy, except for the lisp, could be my BIL IDENTICAL twin. Anyway, now you know BIL is a creepy, asshole, bastard with no sense of boundaries or personal space, who think women are lesser than him. Moving on.
I also suffer from anxiety, insomnia, and a few other things that require me to take meds that can slow down your breathing, so if I can take care of my pain, anxiety, and insomnia without having to take a narcotic or benzo, and it works, I choose that path first. Some of these ways are ice packs, heating pads, a special herbal tea, aromatherapy, yoga, sleeping surrounded by pillows like I were in a nest, making sure to do a little bit of some exercise and always taking my daily walks (I don’t want the pain to get so bad from being sedentary I will require a wheelchair before I absolutely have to) and don’t always want to be popping clonapen or oxy or morphine all day and falling asleep, especially around my niece. I don’t want her to ever believe pills fix problems.
So to escape the horrible winter in our new home environment, my mom decided to use her saved-up reward points and book us all a ten day trip to Disney Aulani Hawaii, specifically Disney bc of my niece. My mom and I had been there before, in 2020, right when resorts opened back up at much less than capacity because of COVID rules, and we had gone for a week, so I knew they had an awesome spa I could spend my saved vacation money on.
The minute we step into our two bedroom, two full bath (each with both a shower and separate tubs!), an ok sized but capable kitchen, and a nice, big, comfy furniture filled common room/living room. All of my stuff I put in the room I’d be sharing with my mom, then took my niece to go and get her first Shirley Temple (they are a virgin cocktail I have loved as a kid, still do, that are super easy to make the ghetto way - diet 7up (diet taste better in the cocktail, idk why, it just the way the Gods have decreed it so), grenadine, and maraschino cherries (as many as you want, but kids usually get two and adults one. I think this is unfair) and tada! You have a Shirley Temple.
So I’m walking back to the room, both of us holding our reusable drink cups for our stay (if you bring the cup with you, you get any non alcoholic drink for free during your stay. Coolcool.) And I open the door and hear my mom and sister begging BIL to just stop it, let it go, just enjoy the ten days here. BIL is in MY room, going through MY things, yelling at mom and sis to leave him alone, he has to find it, it reeks, etc. I’m like, GTFO of my stuff, this is extremely violating, sister, are you not concerned and pissed he is pawing through my bra and panties right now, ‘looking for hidden pockets’?
Finally, he grabs this 15 or 20 mL vial I have, a pain relieving roll on I use for my migraines and tension headaches, about $55 after tax, not including S&H. I had left my almost empty one at home, and this was a brand new vial, safety wrapping still on. He blames me, said I was trying to ruin ‘his hard earned vacation’ (he has no job, only looks after my niece enough to feed her (most of the time) and my sister had to find a high -enough paying job so she could work from home so she could do every job like she were a single mother. The only chore he does, and only like 65% of the time (they love to eat out and/or order in) is cooking, and as much as I hate him, sometimes his dishes are good. Not phenomenal, like he practically requires everyone to praise it as, even if he just added sage basil and oregano to a frozen pizza.
So I ask, “how the hell can you smell that? There is the outer plastic seal and the inner lid seal?” And he goes off on being an Alpha Males and olfactory nonsense. Then he takes the vial and runs out of the room with it. He takes it to a housekeeping services cart several doors down and spikes I into her trash can, which by the thunk sound the vial made told me not only was her trash nearly or almost nearly empty, and that he had broken and wasted a valuable medical tool because he is batshit crazy and doesn’t see me as a person outside of how I interact with his everyday life, like I’m a NPC who doesn’t exist or say anything until a real person player comes into my field of awareness. He pawed through every item I owned, including underwear and opening my tampons one to sniff (I especially bought no scented for this trip, and he went and ruined a whole box of them (I’m not putting a previously opened and practically stuck up my BIL’s nose tampons! It’s not just unsanitary, it’s gross on so many levels! I also save up what little money I have leftover from my SSDI monthly checks, so over several months, I had saved up to buy that, bc it worked where others just smelled good but didn’t take the tension headache or migraine away. He has never had to pay for things with his own money, so has no concept of it, of saving money, of worth.
I stewed and stewed and I knew I had to be as petty as possible and still not get caught. I was still thinking these thoughts on our third to last day while I got an unusual massage at the Aulani spa. First is usual deep tissue massage, but then they rub your back and skin with tingly oils and take what looks like the contents of a bag of tea (very heady and fragrant in that small room) and rub it all over you, wrap you up for 15 min, scrape it off you, also taking excess body oil and dead skin cells with it as it goes. And then, smelling all those wonderful scents, I had a genius thought. As she scraped the herbs and stuff off my skin into a bowl, I asked for a to go bag for the herbs, and pretended I wanted to put them in a foot bath I was giving myself tonight in my room. Shockingly, they agreed, and gave me all the scrapings, herbs, essential &body oils, and dead skin cells, in a linen drawstring bag they said I could just toss the whole bag into the hot water.
Now, when I travel, I always pack duct tape in my checked baggage. To make sure shampoo, conditioner, lotion, stuff like that, wet and messy? So it will stay in the bottle with the top duct taped both on shut and to the top of the bottle. Nobody was in the room; they were taking a hike my physical disabilities made very challenging (like an 7-8/10 for me, and a 3.4.5/10 for them) over broken terrain and off trail a bit to climb to a waterfall, so I had said ‘I’m going to the spa. Peace!’ So nobody was back from the hike yet, but I had no idea when they would be, so I acted fast. I grabbed my duct tape and went into sister and BIL’s room and squished and squiggled my way as far under the bed as I could, an duct taped the linen bag of herbs and scrapings right under where he would lay his head to rest at night (according to his ‘Alpha Wolf’ status, he was always on the side of the bed between the door and the rest of his collectables in his room.
We had that day, two more days, and three nights left. BIL did not sleep a wink during that entire time - he had housekeeping change the bedding (including duvets and their covers) several times in that small frame of time, and demanded of my mom to rent him (on my moms dime, not this 40 y o mans money, the mooching leach, but her carefully budgeted money and visa card points hoarded over years.) his own, just perfectly sanitized room, obviously something had been left here by a former guest that was rotting. Finally, FINALLY my mom and sister had HAD IT. He whined and moaned more than my four yo niece. They finally ripped him a new one, saying he had been acting like an entitled baby man with delusions he is more important than he is, that we as women should fawn over him, and that he had already ruined all of ours, but especially my vacation by tossing my personal property and screaming at me for wearing perfume when I didn't even pack any. At one point I even piped up, ‘I didn’t put up with my father treating me like this, what makes you think I’m gonna take it from you?’ (AN/OP: my father abused me and mom and sister our whole lives. Lots of verbal, emotional, psychological abuse. Sister had it pretty literally; mom had it worst. But when my dad had 100% custody of me at beginning of divorce, my sister went away to college and moved out within the following two weeks, and I was his sole remaining target. For three years straight. Other, even more horrible disgusting things he did to me I’ve only just started to talk about, and don’t want my whole life blasted online while I deal.
So i got my silent, sweet-smelling revenge. For those 3 days and 3 nights, he didn't sleep a wink, which meant he couldn't keep his 'good guy' image up, and everyone saw how he treats me, and I'm no longer a liaexaggerating. I hope some act of God, or him driving around while completely wasted, as he does every single freaking day. He a waste of space, a waste of oxygen.
Again, the reason this is so long is because 1.) I suck at summarizing 2.) backstory of some sort was needed 3.) I’m not a good storyteller, but you are, Charlotte, and I know you can take this mess of info and turn it into a beautiful, long-time-coming, petty revenge story for your channel. Because what is more petty than an herbal, flowery Trojan horse type thing?
PS: he never did repay me for the OVER $300 worth of MY STUFF he upped and just tossed, or first broke then tossed, because it either offended his nose or him, personally, even though he begrudgingly promised to do so, and my sister promised he would. I only had like a 10% belief he would, but he has no money of his own, how was he gonna do that? Yes, I admit, I keep a record of anything I hear about him doing something negative, so one day if my sister even starts to consider divorce, I can whip out journal/notebook and show her his patterns, and he has always been this way, and he won’t ever change.

Ive seen alot of posts about people regaining all their weight back after they stoped taking rybelsus,ozempic etc. I don't want alot of weight loss, maybe just 10 pounds or so, i’m not obese and just want some extra help with losing weight, my bmi is 21 and i work out maybe 5 days a week with 4 km (walking +running) plus weight exercises If say, i do start talking semaglutide pills for a few weeks with uniform exercise and diet plan, when i stop will i regain the weight even with constant exercise and a fairly healthy diet?

He is 9 months old and I have had him a month. He eats his dry food and drinks water good. But I know he would benefit from wet food as part of his diet.
I have tried multiple brands, all different textures, he sniffs them and won’t touch.
I offer some twice a day and leave it out for about two hours and he rarely touches it. If he does take a few bites of a variety I will continue to offer the same kind but he has never taken any bites again.
Should I pick one and just offer the same one twice a day for a longer period of time?
I usually offer for two days 2x a day and then if he doesn’t touch it I will switch and try something else.
I have tried everything from Fancy Feast to Stella and Chewy, and Tiki cat. Multiple protein sources as well.
Any suggestions I would appreciate.
The only thing he will consistently eat is temptations spoon treats. He will not take a churu or other packet treat.
Thanks!

Hi, I had my lap done in December. Felt amazing once healed. Per my doctor, I agreed to start contraceptives. She recommended against an IUD or anything like that due to the level of pain and discomfort I have in that area. So we agreed pills.
I’ve been on 3 different ones so far. We started on lowest possible dose and have built up as needed. The first 2 I was bleeding nonstop. By the third, I think we found the right dose for the bleeding. The goal is continuous birth control.
The first one I felt amazing but wouldn’t stop bleeding for over 20 days. At 6 weeks we changed. The second one I had horrific anxiety but my gastro symptoms had NEVER been better. Physically sans the bleeding I felt incredible! But when I bled again for 20+ days we had to change it at the 6 month mark.
However, I’ve been on this third one for 6 weeks (I’ve given them all about 6 weeks before swapping) and I genuinely don’t know if I should change it. I hate the idea of starting over AGAIN and not knowing that symptoms to monitor. I hate the idea that maybe I need to tough it out longer and it’ll regulate. But I’m at a point where my gastro symptoms since starting this one almost mimic pre-surgery for bloat, constipation, and food intolerance. I have cramps again in my lower stomach, constantly tying to me a heating pad…again. My mood swings are out of control, I’m crying every other day and it isn’t just crying - it’s full on meltdowns. I’m so bloated and water retention is so bad I get emotional about that too. My doctor says this third pill is identical in makeup to the first 2, but with a higher progesterone dose. She said we can try another “brand” of progesterone and see. I’m going to do that but some positive birth control stories and maybe some insight into if this is the right choice (I know yall aren’t doctors) but again, the anxiety about starting from square one again has me so messed up.
If you read this far, thanks. The hardest part is for about 3 months I got to feel what my body could feel like. And it’s hard not feeling that right now.

Why is diet soda branded as a better option but aspartame is listed as a possible carcinogenic

I posted this the other day, but I think the subreddit didn’t like that I included underwear progress pictures so I’m trying again. I started my journey with tirzepatide on April 17, so I’m officially one month down! Wanted to give a little recap and review for those who have followed along so far! Also TW super responder
31F / 5'4" / SW: 175lbs / CW: 160lbs / GW: ???
Never took name brand Mounjaro or Zep. My main goal was to lose weight and improve my fertility and get myself in better shape before trying for another baby. I'm a little over a year postpartum and l've been really unhappy with my energy levels and just how I feel overall while trying to keep up with my daughter. I aspire to be a more physically active and involved mom, and starting tirz was a big push to make that happen. :)
2.5mg from Emerge (Hallandale), split into two 1.25mg doses per week (Wednesdays and Sundays. Took a full 2.5mg dose exactly once, that first week, and had some intense and unsettling side effects (big increase in anxiety, insomnia, dizziness, wooziness, etc)). Splitting minimized those side effects but kept the food noise down consistently. Other side effects l've experienced include dry mouth and some fatigue in the day after injections. Zero Gl side effects at all, which I was pleasantly surprised by.
Overall, I've lost 15lbs in the first month (8% of my body weight) which is absolutely insane. I had no idea what kind of loss I should anticipate, especially at my height and starting weight, so this was a crazy drop. It's actually a little too fast for me, so l'm going to focus on actually eating more this next month and hopefully pump the brakes a bit on that rate of loss. Clothes are getting loose and baggy already. Sticking with 2.5mg because there's no reason to bump up for me quite yet.
I've kept my diet pretty strict and clean with a huge emphasis on protein. I've only eaten out twice this month. Cooked all my meals from scratch otherwise. Lots of chicken, fish, green veggies, some sweet potato, some rice, cooking everything in a small amount of olive oil or butter. Trying to keep it balanced with protein/carbs/fats. I had a huge sweet tooth before but I don't crave sweets at all anymore so I haven't really had anything like that. Zero alcohol, but I wasn’t a big drinker before either. I also haven’t had any sugary or fizzy drinks, simply because I don’t crave those anymore either. Just water and electrolytes.
Positive things l've noticed this month aside from the weight: I noticed a huge drop in inflammation almost right away! Things that kind of had a low grade ache that I never even really paid attention to suddenly don't hurt at all anymore. I've incorporated running again (something l used to love!) and I feel like I can actually run so much more because my body doesn't hurt anymore. Plantar fasciitis vanished. Shin splints aren't an issue anymore. No knee pain. Nothing! I feel physically SO good! Because of all this, I feel like I'm physically capable of so much more now! I now regularly run, weight lift, do yoga, and get in 10-15k steps per day now just because I feel like I have a ton of energy and I actually want to move more. I was always so physically tired that walking around the neighborhood with the baby would wipe me out, and now I want to do so much more than that. There's a bit of fatigue in the day after my injections, but otherwise it feels like there's a fire within me that's pushing me to do more more more.
Anyway, I know this journey is different for everyone, but I just wanted to give such a positive review for my first month! The compound is working insanely well for me and I can't wait to see what the next few months holds!

I have been trying to switch away from Purina, Arm and Hammer, and other brands that test on animals or have parent companies who do.
I AM NOT LOOKING FOR MEAT FREE CAT FOOD, JUST BRANDS THAT DONT TEST ON ANIMALS
I am needing wet cat food, dry cat food, cat treats, and cat litter. (Preferably clumping but doesn’t stick to the box)
It has been so hard to find information on this so I’m hoping someone will know something!
EDIT: I’m vegan, my cat is not. It would be lovely if cats could live healthily on a plant based diet, but they cannot. I have no interest in debating this further. I am trying to reduce harm where I can.