Smoking op oxy

Stenographer auditor / in case of bad intention harborer / Harbinger / the bad listener's arbite unnecessarily hard on ya/ like you're part of the family/ the love showing up late uncannily/ Twins trying to play calamity/ what game he says not understanding the gravity/ Maybe just getting lost in the tapestry / his way of trying to navigate tactically / As if the key to immortality is nothing more than keeping substitutes on the faculty / Actually that'll leave you a casualty / so if they come after me frantically / That's when I show animal teeth and growl irrationally / it's a full moon unnaturally / like we planned it to be as we planted seeds tacitly / Tenacity to climb the bean stalk for some obscene talk / Climb down clean chop and watch g's squawk / Whole less fly notarized / no longer in short supply just north of why / Headed in misdirections bein' lead in by self reflections is the lesson we're tested with then / Which leads to guesswork and extra questions / who's best in / who bested/ Shit even god had a day that he rested/ even if you believe we less than/ or you think his existence is a bit of an elephant / it's irrelevant / we just wanna act in his eminence even if we ain't nearly as intelligent / and more survival on the elements / as is self evident entered evidence / Sentiment centers senselessness depenin' on whos sellin' it at least that's what I was taught center is
Got a jester's tendencies / Thinks the pageantry is peasantry/ Presently tryin to shepard me in and out of jeopardy / Balance festering / D.O.A. as of today / Now stop pestering / Ask again met with Next question-ing / And 2 for flinching Weaponry / Heavily supportive of the revelry / And can prove it readily / Not on command unless before hand you decide to credit me / And answers a few question about the telemetry / Like how high / and now why / Must I supply / the momentum to reach the sky / Say yes as a means to teach a lie / Say no as you dream to delete that guy / And divide he causes / Basic the caustics / Desire neutral on diagnostics / But wishing wells require haustus / Cost is a little Faust-ish / like Mephisto taught us If we're anything but flawless / he'll drag us back to the office / Quest for Camelot ending Devon and cornwall-ish / Started as 2 sides bickering raucous / Initially Cautious / of what each got us but equally god less / got us feeling like Holy War Generales/ holding a sword with all the notches / Turned supportive of each other like "you got this" / When being attacked is one of life's constants / You don't need calls coming from inside the house correspondents /
Smoke signals pyrotechnic hieroglyphics / Don't understand shit, but at least it light up the entrance / The fuck does that mean in the sentence / Oh.../ ...do you not derive meaning from the senseless? / Can't you see I stole new clothes made for the empress / Find me where they won't recognize the biometrics / Piece it together then disappear like tetris / Underlying bias / like standing on the shoulders of giants / Believing it was your own triumphs / Not reliance on mythical pseudoscience / And a dash of lucky timin(g)s / Defining the value were deriving / Maybe you understand why demure is left behind then / If you ain't heard of me, / guess this is where others talk precision like surgery But I'm more in your face b&e burglary / and bad doc murdery / Did I do it? Certainly / In the op room not the doc dude I'm the circus freak

Hey 27 year old male here who's into reading, working out and running. Right now I'm at Bangalore as a part of my career transition. So yeah pretty new to this beautiful city even though I hate the traffic over here. My hobbies include going out for a walk while smoking (know it's weird), reading military ops and espionage related articles and ofcourse lifting weights. So yeah if we have similar tastes and perspectives about life who knows we might vibe. Eagerly waiting for you in my dms.!

This mission is so dam annoying, feels so random as what damage you get if any, playing all sorts of DDs, spotting all match in CO-OP and smoking up to block line of site. Very frustrating.

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"You cannot prevail. We have you outnumbered, we have the geometry, and you have no support as you are a single ship." - Mar-gite Command Structure
"Come, let us lock bladearms. There is room in this grave for you." - Commander N'Skrek, Task Force Lonely Peach, Third Mar-gite War, Point Ticonderoga
Luke had his feet up on the table, the chair tipped as far back as he could get it without tipping over. He held a full drink in one hand, a cigarette in his mouth, and a big grin on his face.
"All hands, realspace re-entry and jumpshock in four minutes," came over the PA.
His grin got wider.
Then vanished as he heard the familiar tapping of certain shoes.
"Luke, Luke," Sacajawea said, running around to the front of the table.
"What?" Luke asked, frowning.
"The Captain. The course he has us set on," Sacajawea said, wringing her hands.
"What about it?" Luke asked, taking a drag off the cigarette and blowing out smoke rings.
"It's nothing but death and destruction. Hundreds, thousands of people are going to die. There will be massive destruction, some much destruction," she moaned out.
"All hands, all hands, realspace re-entry and jumpshock in three minutes," came over the PA.
"Yup," Luke said. He took another drag and exhaled more smoke rings in another direction.
"Luke, you have to stop him. If he just stays in jumpspace for a few more hours, there's no death and destruction," Sacajawea said. She put her hands on the table. "You have to convince him not to drop out of jumpspace at his target. Thousands will die."
Legion inhaled slowly and exhaled smoke, staring at the human woman in front of him.
"We know," he said.
"You must convince him not to leave jumpspace. Once he does, there is no probability where thousands do not die, where destruction doesn't happen," Sacajawea said.
Legion blinked and a half dozen more of him appeared, all of them sitting down, putting their feet down, and lighting cigarettes.
"He knows. I know," Legion said. He took a drag. "We all know."
"All hands, all hands, realspace entry and jumpshock in two minutes," came the voice over the PA.
Legion motioned at the speaker. "You might want to get ready."
"Virtual Intelligence and Digital Sentience reports jumpshock lockdown. All non-critical systems are ordered to local manual control," came over the PA.
"You have to convince him!" Sacajawea said.
Legion stared at her.
"No."
"All non-critical systems on lockdown. All critical systems ready for backup and reboot," Commander Fenntrick said from where she was manning the DCC Master Control Board.
Captain N'Skrek nodded from where he was standing on the Show Bridge.
He knew he should be at the Primary Battle Bridge, but there was something about standing on the Show Bridge. The reinforced layered transparent battlesteel windows, currently showing the streaks and swirling sparkling fog of jumpspace. The heavily reinforced battle stations. The armored back chairs. The heavy deck plating.
The brutalistic, no-frills design felt right to the huge Treana'ad warrior as he stood in front of the Captain's Throne in his armored vac-suit, the faceplate retracted and a cigarette in his mouth.
"All hands, all hands, prepare for realspace re-entry and jumpshock," sounded over the PA.
"Execute," Captain N'Skrek said.
The command was relayed even as Commander Jas'Skrek reached out and grabbed the brushed steel lever, pulling it toward him.
"BRACE FOR IT!" N'Skrek roared out, aware his voice was carried by the PA.
It wasn't Confederate Space Force SOP, but then, nothing about Task Force Lonely Peach's mission was SOP.
There was a whanging sound from deep in the ship and the sound of a magnetic engine winding down.
Everything went flat, like N'Skrek was facing a painting. He was suddenly thrown forward into it and it shattered like glass around him, the pieces rotating and tumbling through space even though they didn't move.
Legion felt himself thrown backwards, the chair almost kicked out from under him. His beer flew out of his hand, spinning, foam spraying from the bottle. Over a dozen of him repeated it, some curling and rolling, others spreading their arms out.
Four of him were laughing.
Sacajawea screamed, her hands raising.
Everything went flat.
Legion felt himself thrown against the painting, the glass shattering, scattering reality around him.
He was laughing with glee.
All of him snapped back at once, and he hit the deck on his ass.
He was still holding a beer even as a half dozen bottles hit the deck and bounced, spraying foam.
Sacajawea looked up from where she'd fallen, fear filling her eyes.
"Death. All probabilities are full of death."
Legion just laughed.
N'Skrek saw the pieces suddenly shatter into glitter, swarming around him, and he was through.
He came out the other side on his feet.
They had dropped close enough to the Mar-gite Jump Charging Array that he could see it with the naked eye through the windows of the Show Bridge.
Sparks shot from deactivated consoles. One exploded and a midshipman ran forward with a replacement board even as the crewmember manning it picked themselves up from the floor, spitting out a wad of cotton candy onto the floor.
"Grav detectors up and running! Mass detectors online!" Sensors called out.
"CONTACTS! MANY MANY CONTACTS!" Lieutenant JG Wentworth called out from Tactical. "We're being locked up!"
"Execute countermeasures!" N'Skrek snapped. He tapped the button on the side of the wireless mic he was holding. "Weapon stations, local control."
"Sixty percent of weapon stations reporting ready, sir!" Tactical called out.
"Sensors clearing!" Scanning called.
"Steam catapults launching Fruit Flies. Eighteen percent away!" Flight Operations called out.
"OPEN FIRE!" N'Skrek roared out.
He heard his voice repeated over the PA system, the copper wire carrying his voice through the massive ship as the analogue backups picked up the task from the stunned smartwires.
"Realspace entry confirmed! All hands accounted for! Multiple anomalous Terran signatures identified as Legion, nine identified," called out Commander Dulmarch from the newly christened station. "No Mar-gite or other unknown signatures."
N'Skrek nodded, watching the small streaks of light whip away from the bulk of the Gray Lady. He could see dozens of pinpricks nearby and knew they were enemy ships.
"Guns online at local control. Fire permission granted!" Tactical called out.
The ship started shuddering slightly and he could feel the ghostly plucking of C+ cannons firing.
Legion stood up, smiling, moving up and looking down at Sacajawea.
"We know this path leads to death and destruction, little sister," he grinned. "That's the point of it. Don't you understand?"
"But we could all die! So much death, so much destruction. I can even read our own deaths in probability," she said, looking up. Tears were running down her face. "Please, can't you take me away from here? Can't we go elsewhere, Luke?"
Legion shook his head. "Why would I want to be somewhere else, little sister?" he asked. Sparks danced across his teeth as his smile got wider. "This is humanity, little sister. This is the gift we have brought into the malevolent universe for all of our allies, all of those arrayed against us."
The ghostly plucking started and Sacajawea cried out.
"It's the gift we bring our enemies," Legion smiled. "Who only exist to be destroyed."
Sacajawea flinched back as he bent down, holding his hand out to her. "Stand on your feet, little sister. The day of you discovering your true purpose, to learn to use your gift properly, is nigh," he smiled.
She flinched back, tried to pull her hand away, but he grabbed her anyway and yanked her to her feet.
"Stand on your feet, little sister," he said, pulling her close and looking down at her. "No matter probability it is that comes to pass, stand on your feet, look the malevolent universe in the eye, and spit your defiance into death's face."
"Secondary battlescreens spinning up," N'Skrek heard.
He was paying no mind, staring at the holotank, with was still fuzzy and streaked with static, the red and silver showing what even his eyes could see.
The Gray Lady was surrounded. Dozens, hundreds of the shining silver ships. Thirty of the big Mar-gite Cluster Charging Constructs.
Hundreds of Mar-gite Clusters.
The Mar-gite Clusters were too far away, light hours from the Gray Lady, but the silver ships were close, some within a light second or less.
N'Skrek got that tickle, that feeling, down his upper spine.
"BRACE FOR IT!" He roared out.
"Flash flash flash," sounded over the PA. "All hands, prepare for..."
The world went bright white. It cleared for a split second, then happened again, stuttering, strobing.
"You one trick show ponies," N'Skrek snarled as his vision cleared.
"Systems still on local control," Commodore Vertain called out. "No loss of control!"
"Fruit Flies away! Seventy-six percent confirmed. All Fruit Flies confirm still in control."
N'Skrek nodded.
"Sir, Legion is requesting permission to join you on the Show Bridge," Lieutenant Rawkrawr said.
N'Skrek glanced at where Legion was standing by one of the consoles. The bald lean human just nodded.
"Granted," N'Skrek said, returning the nod.
There was another flash, this one seeming almost feeble in response.
N'Skrek just sneered.
The battle screens were flickering, intercepting incoming fire. N'Skrek looked over at the Tactical Defense Systems Officer's screens and saw data scrolling up. It wasn't the lightning fast of modern molycircs, but it was still scrolling.
Every shot you make gives us data on your weapon systems. We will find out how to either mitigate the damage, negate it, or use it our advantage, he thought to himself. You, however, will only know destruction.
The lift doors opened and N'Skrek heard a Terran woman protesting loudly. He didn't bother to turn and look, merely focused on the holotank.
"No! Let me go! Let me go! I don't want to see!" the Terran woman was saying.
Legion, three of him, were dragging her onto the Show Bridge.
"You need to learn, little sister," Legion was saying. "And school is in session."
"There are no probabilities that do not end in death and destruction," the Terran woman yelled.
"Excellent," N'Skrek said, without turning around.
"Targeting solutions are green. Repeat, targeting solutions on the Mar-gite Charging Constructs are green," Tactical called out.
"Excellent," N'Skrek said softly. He smiled. "You may fire at will."
"All Fruit Flies away," Flight Ops said.
N'Skrek just nodded.
He watched in the holotank as the nearest of the silvery ships started shattering or being covered by the purple X of mission kill. Missiles were being launched from the Gray Lady, shrieking through space.
A small creature made of static, a short squat biped with a square head, white eyes and gnashing fangs, popped into the holotank. It jumped up and down, pointing at the cluster of silver ships being represented by diamonds.
"Yes, yes. Shoo," N'Skrek said, motioning at the edge of the tank. "Go find a missile."
The little creature gibbered silently and ran off.
Legion dragged Sacajawea up to the holotank, the one of him behind her holding his hand over her mouth, the other two holding her arms.
"Technically, what I am witnessing is assault," N'Skrek said, staring at the holotank.
"Then don't look," Legion snapped. He grabbed her hair and pushed her head forward. "Look at it. I know you know how to read it. Daxin taught all of us and you used what he taught you to run."
She struggled slightly.
"I don't have to coddle you like Menhit coddled me," Legion snapped. "Instead, I'll coddle you in the same way the Detainee coddles those in her care."
She quit struggling, staring, her eyes wide.
Legion let go of her mouth. "Do not shout. Do not speak, just merely watch. Watch as the battle plays out."
"I will not take advice from a civilian observer, no matter what her supposed powers are and no matter who granted them to her," N'Skrek said. He looked at the version of Legion standing by the console, who was staring down at the screen. "A Confederate Lord Admiral of the Warsteel is one I will take advice when I ask for consultation."
He looked at Sacajawea.
"But only when I ask, and the final judgement is mine," he said coldly.
Sacajawea swallowed, trying to look away from the holotank but unable to as Legion held her hair tightly.
"No more running, little sister," Legion said softly.
On the holotank, the Fruit Flies sped for the enemy, C+ cannon impacts were causing ships to break up, missiles were howling in on their terminal approaches on the huge mega-constructs. Outside the Show Bridge the battlescreens flared and rippled, still mostly transparent.
Legion grinned at her from three different points.
"No more running."
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So I 28 (f) moved into an apartment a few months ago. I'm halfway through my lease and I want to know If I am an AH for reporting my neighbor to property management.I'll name her Patsy (not her real name)..I drove to the office and called and no response. I ended up sending an email. I want to know if I took it to far, but I don't want the situation to escalate. I'm being a little paranoid right now and I think she is following me. This is how I explained the situation in my email and sharing with the Reddit community. The top portion of the letter was omitted, because I introduce myself and my neighbor. What I wrote has minor changes so I won't share identities.
This the situation: My parents came to visit me on Wednesday (May 15) and they were in my apartment with me for a few hours until we went out to eat. We were headed out the door and I was the last one out as I was turning down the TV and lights. While I'm in the apartment doing that, my door is open as my parents wait for me. I hear my mom say "what pretty flowers, OP." I was confused as I have never gotten into gardening. I thought maybe the complex grew some flowers. I step out to see the flowers and I tell her those aren't mine and Patsy comes out. My mom was holding the pot of flowers. Patsy says the flowers were hers and brings them inside her apartment. I guess she thought my mom was trying to take her flowers, and didn't give us a chance to explain. The flowers were placed by the handrails in front of my door, so I get my mom's confusion. Me and my family went out to eat and shop before they went back home. I thought about explaining the situation to Patsy when I saw her so there would not be any bad blood. The next day (Thursday,May 16) I come out my apartment for an errand and see the flowers and I look at them from my door, because they are beautiful. But I notice a sign with strong language towards me. I have attached pictures. I did not want to get close to the plant, because I didn't want to cause issues. I have attached photos. I can't make out the whole message, but as you can see the photos end with "fucking ass bitch." (The pot of flowers says I do not belong to you. Do not touch me. You fucking ass bitch") I just don't want the situation to escalate from here and I do not appreciate the strong language. Also, I was not planning on complaining, because I stay to myself. But Patsy has been leaving cigarette buds in my door. I am not a smoker. She smokes at the complex and I know the complex is anti-smoking. She has her chair in the middle of the hallway in everyone's way. I would rather reach out to you all in a way to either mediate the situation or try to have something on record in case the situation escalates. At this point I would rather be the better person, stay to myself, and just let you know what is going on.
AITAH?

Had two bottoms removed. In my late 30s and no health issues. Teeth partially erupted for at least twenty years. Was told to get them out, but life ya know ?
TL;DR - had to stop all pain meds except Tylenol, had a massive bone fragment that needed to be sawn down, dry socket on one side, probably dry on other side too.
Finally got around to it. Done by a dentist who did a year of wisdom teeth removal specialization. Removal was standard with no issues. Stitches on left, none on right. Post op, no real bleeding. Was on scheduled Tylenol, Motrin every 6 hours including waking up at 2am for the night dose. Had to stop trmadol in a couple of doses, didn’t like the nausea. Was also on amoxicillin.
First 7 days leading up to post op visit - - Had to stop Motrin because of GI complications. So basically had to manage in Tylenol alone. Not fun but doable. Went to work fine. Pain is periodic. - After 2-3 days of just liquids, ate the softest food possible. Mashed potatoes, soft scrambled eggs and ensure. Didn’t even chew, just swallowed. -No alcohol, don’t smoke, didn’t exercise. - Food still got in the big hole on non stitched side. Did gentle swish with chlorhexidine.
Post op visit -Food particles plenty on big hole side. Other side was better. No dry socket here per the new dentist I had to see for this visit. He was pretty aggressive with flushing and definitely caused an increase in pain for a day. Didn’t really give me any new instructions, but was cleared to syringe the socket.
7-10 days - started to notice a bone fragment. Felt like a figure 7 with the pointy part of the 7 pushing through my gum like. VERY annoying and hard to not keep getting tongue back there to check. Was told to watch - finished antibiotics. Salt water gargled twice a day - ate liquids two meals and one soft meal at night. - syringed once at night after the meal. This may have been my undoing. Please note the following: syringe looks standard but tip tapers to a narrow curved point. The cross section of this point is smaller than standard syringe. So the pressure of the water is much higher than you’d think. I thought I was adjusting for this, but in retrospect I should have been even more cautious. - pain was still present but less on stitches side, still had on and off pain in large hole side. Never went down to 0 consistently but would be at 2-5/10 depending on what I’d done in the last hour.
Day 11 - went to dentist because the bone edge was now the worst part of this. It was absolutely irritating and painful. But I was still able to use orajel and Tylenol and a small dose of Motrin to sleep through the night. - this was a good through dentist with some oral surgery training. Told me I had dry socket on the big hole side maybe because of syringing (even though is started on day 7 only). I did not have excruciating pain - more of a dull deep, dry? Pain. She packed it and it immediately felt much better. - for the bone edge on other side I t was part of the mandible so it wasn’t a spur to pull out. She numbed it, made an incision and sawed it down. Two stitches. Because of the manipulation she went ahead and packed the hole on this side too to be safe.
Typing this the evening after all of above. Virtually no pain in sockets 0-1. Can’t even taste the clove packing. Anesthesia wore off the gum and causes a stinging pain but about 3-4/5. Manageable on Tylenol alone. I just switched to ensure completes, and will do 3-4 a day until revisit in 3 days. Using chlorhexidine bid and back on amoxicillin for a week.
All in all, late dry socket but not horrific pain, bad bone spur but manageable solution. I think the fact that I babied it the first 7 days probable helped avoid infections or the worst of early dry socket symptoms etc.
It’s not as bad as the internet makes it out, as long as you make a sincere effort to follow through on the science and expect some discomfort.

Stenographer auditor / in case of bad intention harborer / Harbinger / the bad listener's arbite unnecessarily hard on ya/ like you're part of the family/ the love showing up late uncannily/ Twins trying to play calamity/ what game he says not understanding the gravity/ Maybe just getting lost in the tapestry / his way of trying to navigate tactically / As if the key to immortality is nothing more than keeping substitutes on the faculty / Actually that'll leave you a casualty / so if they come after me frantically / That's when I show animal teeth and growl irrationally / it's a full moon unnaturally / like we planned it to be as we planted seeds tacitly / Tenacity to climb the bean stalk for some obscene talk / Climb down clean chop and watch g's squawk / Whole less fly notarized / no longer in short supply just north of why / Headed in misdirections bein' lead in by self reflections is the lesson we're tested with then / Which leads to guesswork and extra questions / who's best in / who bested/ Shit even god had a day that he rested/ even if you believe we less than/ or you think his existence is a bit of an elephant / it's irrelevant / we just wanna act in his eminence even if we ain't nearly as intelligent / and more survival on the elements / as is self evident entered evidence / Sentiment centers senselessness depenin' on whos sellin' it at least that's what I was taught center is
Got a jester's tendencies / Thinks the pageantry is peasantry/ Presently tryin to shepard me in and out of jeopardy / Balance festering / D.O.A. as of today / Now stop pestering / Ask again met with Next question-ing / And 2 for flinching Weaponry / Heavily supportive of the revelry / And can prove it readily / Not on command unless before hand you decide to credit me / And answers a few question about the telemetry / Like how high / and now why / Must I supply / the momentum to reach the sky / Say yes as a means to teach a lie / Say no as you dream to delete that guy / And divide he causes / Basic the caustics / Desire neutral on diagnostics / But wishing wells require haustus / Cost is a little Faust-ish / like Mephisto taught us If we're anything but flawless / he'll drag us back to the office / Quest for Camelot ending Devon and cornwall-ish / Started as 2 sides bickering raucous / Initially Cautious / of what each got us but equally god less / got us feeling like Holy War Generales/ holding a sword with all the notches / Turned supportive of each other like "you got this" / When being attacked is one of life's constants / You don't need calls coming from inside the house correspondents /
Smoke signals pyrotechnic hieroglyphics / Don't understand shit, but at least it light up the entrance / The fuck does that mean in the sentence / Oh.../ ...do you not derive meaning from the senseless? / Can't you see I stole new clothes made for the empress / Find me where they won't recognize the biometrics / Piece it together then disappear like tetris / Underlying bias / like standing on the shoulders of giants / Believing it was your own triumphs / Not reliance on mythical pseudoscience / And a dash of lucky timin(g)s / Defining the value were deriving / Maybe you understand why demure is left behind then / If you ain't heard of me, / guess this is where others talk precision like surgery But I'm more in your face b&e burglary / and bad doc murdery / Did I do it? Certainly / In the op room not the doc dude I'm the circus freak

I am 4-5 days post op at time of posting (no drains, dissolvable stitches, glued shut). I have had a really rough recovery so far, and honestly if I’d known ahead of time exactly what this was going to be like, I think I would’ve backed out (I purposefully did not do a ton of research because I knew I would be a coward if I had thorough details). So I am thankful I didn’t know, because I don’t regret it and I’m so happy it’s said and done.
I am not trying to dissuade anyone from going through with it, I just want anyone who’s only heard “it was easy” to know there’s potential for it to not be easy (I could just have had a particularly bad time, this may not be representative of other people’s experiences).
I do wonder if people post their postop experience 5-10 days later and by then they’ve kinda “forgotten” how bad the first few days were (like with childbirth kinda). I wrote it all down the second day and the whole thing is just “horrible pain, I am taking all my meds and still it hurts, I can’t move, I was sobbing and shaking during my first shower, I am horribly bloated and uncomfortable, I can’t get comfortable at all, I wish I hadn’t done this.”
The first day after surgery I was weeping uncontrollably in pain, I had a very weak voice and couldn’t call out to ask for help from a nurse. One gave me meds that helped but they wore off and no one checked on me for so long I couldn’t get more help. I was alone in pain for a while and it was horrible. I also tasted nothing but plastic for almost two days I assume from a breathing tube or something.
My nips felt like I had a screwdriver poking in and being twisted, my core and arms were horribly sore, my stomach was bloated beyond belief, I could barely move. I had to sleep (and still am) basically sitting up, because I couldn’t lift myself up well from a full lie-down position without hurting my incisions. I am so frustrated that I am stuck in that same position all the time, I desperately want to lay on my side or my stomach and I cried last night in the discomfort that I couldn’t do anything but be half propped in bed or a chair 24/7.
I feel a lot better now, I’m able to get comfortable, the pregnancy pillow was a 10/10 purchase and helped by supporting my arms while I slept. I have one Oxy left and I am scared of running out, but it’s time to fly the nest. I still am shuffling around, nauseous a lot, very uncomfortable in my chest, I feel like I can’t take a full breath. My chest feels tight from the sutures and the bandages and the bra. But there’s much less pain which I am so happy for.
I am not trying to just complain and be “nasty”, I am very thankful to my surgeon and to the people helping me, I just felt everyone on my medical team said it was easy recovery and that totally felt untrue. I have no infection, it’s all “going to plan” so I don’t think it’s from an abnormal body issue.
I guess my point is beware, be prepared to handle the pain, but more so the discomfort which I think was worse. It wasn’t the incisions being horrible, it’s the bloat and the nausea, the discomfort of being stuck in the same position, the swelling, that’s the worst of it.

Scratch that, figured a title:
"Reflections of a Circus Freak"
Stenographer auditor / in case of bad intention harborer / Harbinger / the bad listener's arbite unnecessarily hard on ya/ like you're part of the family/ the love showing up late uncannily/ Twins trying to play calamity/ what game he says not understanding the gravity/ Maybe just getting lost in the tapestry / his way of trying to navigate tactically / As if the key to immortality is nothing more than keeping substitutes on the faculty / Actually that'll leave you a casualty / so if they come after me frantically / That's when I show animal teeth and growl irrationally / it's a full moon unnaturally / like we planned it to be as we planted seeds tacitly / Tenacity to climb the bean stalk for some obscene talk / Climb down clean chop and watch g's squawk / Whole less fly notarized / no longer in short supply just north of why / Headed in misdirections bein' lead in by self reflections is the lesson we're tested with then / Which leads to guesswork and extra questions / who's best in / who bested/ Shit even god had a day that he rested/ even if you believe we less than/ or you think his existence is a bit of an elephant / it's irrelevant / we just wanna act in his eminence even if we ain't nearly as intelligent and more survival on the elements / as is self evident entered evidence Sentiment centers senselessness depenin' on whos sellin' it at least that's what I was taught center is
Got a jester's tendencies / Thinks the pageantry is peasantry/ Presently tryin to shepard me in and out of jeopardy / Balance festering / D.O.A. as of today / Now stop pestering / Ask again met with Next question-ing / And 2 for flinching Weaponry / Heavily supportive of the revelry / And can prove it readily / Not on command unless before hand you decide to credit me / And answers a few question about the telemetry / Like how high / and now why / Must I supply / the momentum to reach the sky / Say yes as a means to teach a lie / Say no as you dream to delete that guy / And divide he causes / Basic the caustics / Desire neutral on diagnostics / But wishing wells require haustus / Cost is a little Faust-ish / like Mephisto taught us If we're anything but flawless / he'll drag us back to the office / Quest for Camelot ending Devon and cornwall-ish / Started as 2 sides bickering raucous / Initially Cautious / of what each got us but equally god less / got us feeling like Holy War Generales/ holding a sword with all the notches / Turned supportive of each other like "you got this" / When being attacked is one of life's constants / You don't need calls coming from inside the house correspondents /
Smoke signals pyrotechnic hieroglyphics / Don't understand shit, but at least it light up the entrance / The fuck does that mean in the sentence / Oh.../ ...do you not derive meaning from the senseless? / Can't you see I stole new clothes made for the empress / Find me where they won't recognize the biometrics / Piece it together then disappear like tetris / Underlying bias / like standing on the shoulders of giants / Believing it was your own triumphs / Not reliance on mythical pseudoscience / And a dash of lucky timin(g)s / Defining the value were deriving / Maybe you understand why demure is left behind then / If you ain't heard of me, / guess this is where others talk precision like surgery But I'm more in your face b&e burglary / and bad doc murdery / Did I do it? Certainly / In the op room not the doc dude I'm the circus freak

Every state has different regulations in place for acceptable ng/ml THC levels. For example, I was arrested for smoking the day before driving a vehicle in a medical state, while I possessed a medical card. It was a very small town and 2 days later I was being targeted by the sheriff and was pulled over for 1 of 2 of my license plate lights being burnt out. I had nothing illegal in my car, didn’t smell like marijuana and wasn’t high. After blowing .00’s on breathalyzer test I submitted to field sobriety tests. After passing (most) field sobriety tests I was asked to provide blood sample. (For your information, field sobriety tests are only aimed at detecting drunk driving and have less that 50% accuracy in determining intoxication for alcohol, let alone alternative substances) Failed for THC even though I hadn’t smoked all day. Tread lightly, I now have 2 charges for marijuana OWI and my life is probably fucked even though I have a college degree and have never been in trouble prior to this. Fuck the ops.
-I can’t drive a car for a year. Had to move states to move back in with my parents because I can’t work anymore. I have a medical card in my new state and my old state and my PO says I’m ALLOWED to fail drug tests for THC because I have IBS + marijuana card. Need to complete hundreds of hours of community service still. I have been drug tested over 300 times since last year and have been clean for absolutely everything. Won’t ever be able to get a reasonable job again. How fucked up is all of this nonsense? What should I do?

Overthinker seeking nice words. I crave death. I feel life is pointless because of the situation of this world, I want to hunt people for one and am a great predator hunter..trained by those who hunted people and done a lot of things as a kid with those men. I tore my acl though and dont wanna fuck it up again in the military. I have 2 bad knees and work in a factory. I have a lot of energy but lots of chronic pain despite constant therapy 3 years post op I hike and crawl and hunt a lot. No surgeon will touch me with a 10 foot pole because they say it was done right and I need more exercises. I've tried different orthopedic places too but obviously same because they didn't do it so they don't want to fix it. my other knee needs an acl repair but I don't care. The pain is okay for now but the heaviness of my legs sometimes and the pain and the wishing I was utilized in combat until my death hopefully brutal I don't even care, makes me feel life is pointless and I think about pulling the trigger quite often. 14 years old until present I've really been thinking about it almost daily. I need kind words, even a bullshit keep up hope lol. I signed up and did paperwork with the navy at 17 and my legal guardians made me drop it but then I worked a couple years and crashed a motorcycle and tore the acl. It's strong but my other one isn't at the moment and they both always hurt so much. I smoke weed but it only helps a little. It helps mentally a lot lol. Actual pain is always there, sometimes worse when I'm high because they cut out my hamstrings so I have to stay pretty hydrated

Hey guys it’s my best friends 21st birthday tonight and we’re going out . I haven’t had a single drink but I’m wondering if anyone has drank 22 days post up that’s 3 weeks . I’m just planning on having a glass of wine or two please let me know if anyone’s done this and was fine. My doctor said to avoid smoking drinking lifting for 2 weeks but I’m just still scared because I see some posts here where people’s doctors have told them they had reports of hemorage 21 days post op so pls lmk :)

I am not the OP. That is u/No_Chrysler-4-Me. Originally posted on EntitledPeople and pettyrevenge.
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There are two previous BORUs I posted last year:
First Post Jan 8, 2023
Second Post Jan 8, 2023
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Trigger Warning: Domestic Violence
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Editor's Note: THIS IS VERY LONG! OP posts a lot about his family. I will include links to other posts at the bottom of this BORU, but I will keep this post focused on the brother and OP.
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TL;DR of the above BORUs: OP's older brother is lazy and a cheapskate. OP bought a truck, an '03 Toyota Tundra. Brother gets jealous and buys a 01 Dodge Ram 1500, but it's crap. OP tries to help brother fix up the truck despite warning him not to buy it. Once it was running a little better, brother challenges OP to a race. Brother loses and becomes obsessed with practicing racing, ruining the truck further. Eventually they go camping, have more shenanigans, brother finally blows the transmission. Brother has to drive his ex-girlfriend's minivan, which he hates, tries to LS Swap the Ram, but no one will lend him the money. He eventually sells it. Brother doesn't stop there. He NEEDS a truck, so he has the brilliant idea of chopping the minivan up to make it into a truck. He needs money to Frankenstein the minivan, no one will pay, but eventually he cuts it up, uses recycled wood to make the truck bed, etc. He calls it the "Mini-Ram."
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My brother sold the Mini-Ram and got a Silverado. That was fine. It's what happened after that made things worse May 5, 2024
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I've been gone for some time. But I'm back with a bad one. I've spoken before about how my older brother competed with me needlessly. And he did a lot of beyond stupid shit. Well he finally pushed the whole family over the edge, and got disowned. And I'm going to be explaining a lot of what happened the past year, and then some from before that. But it's too long for one post.
Well going back more than a year. Some may remember my brother getting a free minivan from his ex after the Dodge Ram truck I warned him not to buy became a moneypit. I helped him work on that truck and even repaint it. And I helped him remodel his camper trailer too. Why? Because he's my brother. And I guess some part of me deep down kept hoping he'd one day change. But he tried to take credit for things I did. Especially with remodeling the camper. And he had tantrums when called out on his lies. He also became temporarily obsessed with my truck, and even implied he'd just take it from me because he hated driving a minivan. He referred to it as a chick car. He acted like a complete child because I refused to trade vehicles, and even got our parents involved. It was just a really stupid and needless situation that my brother tried to make a hill to die on.
It started when my brother bought his Dodge Ram simply because I bought a Toyota Tundra. He had a perfectly running Subaru Baja before that. Then he said he wanted a man's truck and bought the worst barely running pile he could find that was also overpriced considering the condition. He could have at least aimed for a diesel since he wanted a dodge so bad. Lots of dumb shit happened after that. Including my brother wanting to LS swap the Ram after destroying it's engine and two transmissions. But I'm pretty sure the person who offered to do the LS swap for him was a scammer. Not to mention LS swapping any vehicle basically means replacing the ECU. But it never happened anyway since the engine and transmission my brother wanted sold before he could get them. And he had no running vehicle anymore. So my brother's ex, whom he has a young child with, gave him her old 90s Ford Windstar van. It was admittedly an ugly, dent riddled POS with the rear window busted out. But it still ran and drove surprisingly well, considering that's not one of Ford's better vehicles. And then my brother decided to cut it up into some sort of van/truck. Or a ute as they're called in some places. But he made this thing ugly. Lots of spray foam, recycled wood, and rattle can paint. Even mismatched sub-lights above the cab. He frequently raided the junkyard for parts. And he even glued a Ram badge onto the grill of that van/truck. He called it the Mini-Ram. Lots of stupid cheap mods done to that vehicle too. Someone once asked me how ugly the Mini-Ram was on a scale of 1 to 1000. And I said about a 667.
My brother did a lot of other dumb things in this time. Like following me camping just to piss me off. He was a general leech who stole power from my generator, and tried to steal beer from my camper fridge repeatedly. He was so brazen as to just walk right in, and then tried to pretend to be so drunk he didn't realize what he was doing when caught. I've spoken many times about how he stole booze from me. Until my friends and I revenge pranked him and his near equally douchey friends with a growler full of laxative tainted beer. We admittedly used way too much laxative. But my brother never stole from me again because I threatened to tell everyone about his humiliation. He crapped on his own shoes squatting in the woods. And that's just a bit of it.
Eventually my brother seemed to learn his lesson. He sold the Mini-Ram to someone who actually paid him well for it. And no, I don't know what they did with it. And I don't care. But, when the 2K he sold the Mini-Ram for was combined with his savings, my brother had a bit over 4.5K to buy a better vehicle with. And he spotted a 99 RWD Silverado truck with an extended cab for sale online. He really shouldn't have sold his only method of transportation before having a replacement vehicle ready. But I couldn't fault him for taking the deal when presented, considering what he sold. And as much as my brother annoyed me, I still cared about him enough to help. He showed up begging me to drive him over 60 miles to look at this truck he found on Market Place.
So I reluctantly drove him out to see this truck. It wasn't that bad actually. Save for the rough mismatched paint, the rusty hood, the dents, the cracked windshield, and.... Actually, I guess it was kinda that bad. But not compared to the clapped out Ram my brother bought previously. The Silverado had a manual transmission, which we both confirmed shifted great as the records showed it had been rebuilt a few years before. The engine had been swapped at one time too. So it was kinda hard to gauge the odometer as it had not been rolled back for the new engine. It was at about 350.000 miles, but those numbers don't really mean jack when the engine and tranny have been replaced or rebuilt. Admittedly the engine ran like a top. The tires on the truck were in pretty damn good shape too. And on steel rims. Which I like. Very practical. I asked my brother if this was the manly kind of truck he'd been looking for. And for once he spoke logically and said that he'd rather have this than risk what happened with the Ram again. Fair enough. Besides, Chevy trucks are cool and reliable. I've always liked them. Like a rock as they say.
My brother and I scrutinized this truck in detail like a pair of pawn brokers, and talked the price down to 3K. They wanted 4K. But we could hear a sound while test driving it that was either bad ball joints or wheel bearings. We jacked up the wheels, and the bearings felt and sounded fine. But the ball joints were pretty bad. And that's not a cheap fix unless you can do it yourself. The truck was owned by the seller's father, who'd passed away a year prior. So the guy took 3K for it after we listed the problems. After driving it back, I insisted my brother get the truck to a mechanic ASAP. And he listened that time. The mechanic said the ball joints were about to come apart, and it's have caused a very bad situation if they had. And it cost him a grand to get them replaced. The truck also needed new plates ant the title registered. Which ate up a lot of the remaining budget. Then came the paint. My brother wanted the Silverado painted black right away. I told him to wait. But he didn't listen and DIY'd some body work, and then rattle-canned it with Rustolium turbo cans. The paint was full of orange peel, and overspray. He didn't even use primer. And the truck looked kinda mediocre. Then the southern weather had at it. Already numerous chips, scrapes and fades. Whatever. I stopped caring.
You'd think that'd be the end of this part. But no. There's more. What's behind door number 3? If you guessed a dumbass with a knife stuck in his ass. Then you'd win the gold! Yeah that's right. My brother got a knife in his ass.... How? How else... He and his friends all got high and decided they were gonna go outside and build a fort in the back yard of the house they rent out of scrap they found laying around. My brother while stoned wanted to show off how he can flip out a butterfly knife really fast, and decided he was gonna act like he was in an action movie, and did some sort of stupid thing where he was running and flipping out the knife really fast. The ground was wet, he slipped, and somehow got the knife in his right butt-cheek. They called me to come take him to the hospital because they were all too stoned to drive. I had to lay my brother down in the bed of my truck on a mattress because we were too scared to pull the knife out, and I drove him to the hospital like that. They rushed him in, and thankfully he only needed about 5 stiches on his butt and some antibiotics. Then I drove him back home the same way, and he insisted I take him to a drive through. He also tried to get me to pay, because...reasons! I told him to buy his own damn food.
After that there was more dumb BS that I won't bother getting into. But eventually my brother was seemingly getting bett...er...less bad. He was a bit sore his Silverado wasn't a 4X4, and my Tundra is. But being RWD kept him from trying to take it off-roading. He did try once, and had to pull the truck out of mud with a come-along. And he didn't try it again. He did want to drag race my truck again too. I said hell no. Not gonna risk either of our piles breaking down. And he was a complete douche about that too. I told him to stop acting like his dick was bigger than it is, and act his age. He didn't take that well. But he seemingly really was improving. Even being a much better dad to his daughter. Things got pretty good for him. Until I decided to buy a house. That's when the serious drama started.
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My entitled brother threw a massive fit, just because he was mad I bought a house May 6, 2024
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Yeah, I'm aware of several similar stories involving entitled family members wanting houses they have no claim to. But I guess this shit really happens. And it's no picnic when it does.
I suddenly became a homeowner some time ago because friend of mine's grandfather was moving to Florida. And his house was ripe for picking. I knew the old man well. RIP, he passed a few months later from a sudden stroke. Anyway, he offered the house and property to me for 200K. I practically ran to the bank to apply for the loan. The house is a manufactured home from the 80s. But it was remodeled repeatedly by the former owner, and has a separate garage building. The home and property could have gone for more. But he offered the house to me because he knew I'd take care of it. I had 30K saved that made a good down payment. And I was happy to leave my apartment. I'd wanted to eventually move out of there after what my cheating ex did anyway. But that's a story for another time.
As for my brother. Well he went bonkers when he found out I bought a house. He had this repeated history of copycatting me for the past decade. But this... There was no way in hell he could copycat buying a house with his terrible credit and inconsistent income. And he got in an argument with me over how I was just trying to make him look bad by doing something he couldn't. No, I just wanted a damn house. And the price was too good to refuse. Then he told me I should have turned it down because...(He had no good reason) I could practically see his screws getting looser with every dumbass excuse he made as to why I shouldn't have done it. But I pointed out all those excuses were just because I did something he currently can't. And when I bought the house, it had nothing to do with him. I just wanted to be a home owner for the security and extra space. I finally don't have to store my camper at my parents' house. And I have a garage that I can store stuff and tinker in.
I bought a camping cot, he bought a camping cot, went to the gym, he went to the gym, bought good booze, he bought good booze (Or stole it from me), I bought a new TV, be bought a new TV, I bought a truck, he bought a truck, I bought a camper, he bought a camper, I bought a used portable DVD player, he bought a used portable DVD player, I went camping in a specific place, he went camping in that specific place, I bought a house, he...(404 Error! Insert tea kettle noises and Benny Hill chase). He also acted like a complete child toward me when he built his Mini-Ram thing. He actually confronted me and said it was keweler than my boring Tundra, because it was something original. I swear, he did the dumbest mods to that vehicle. Like putting twist studs in the suspension coils to raise the ride height.
Well after weeks of openly fuming about me being a home owner, my brother suddenly acted like he had another brilliant idea. He wanted to move in with me. I laughed at him. Then he ended up demanding I rent one of my rooms to him. And for only $200 a month (Utilities included) because he shouldn't have to pay any more than that since we're family. He flipped his lid when I said fuck no! Then he got our parents involved again. Only this time they actually sided with him at first. Though it was mainly our mother. She and my brother showed up demanding I let my brother move in. And my brother had a shit eating grin on his face that I could tell he was thinking he was getting his way thanks to mommy dearest. I said "FUCK NO!" to both their faces, and my mother cried that I was using foul language to her and being an ass when I had the space now. I called my dad, and he told my mom that he'd warned her I wouldn't do it. And to leave me the hell alone. Mom whined my brother was living out of his camper next to a shabby house he was renting space from. I said that wasn't my problem to fix. And my brother has proven countless times that he cannot be trusted. My brother was fuming to the point of being red with veins popping out. My mom tried one more time to convince me with tears. And that just made me angrier.
I went on a rant that was something like this. Bro can't buy a house, so he wanted to invade mine. I refuse to ever live with my brother again. I would sooner live in the woods without electricity than with him. He's intentionally irritating as all hell. And if I had him as a roommate, I just knew he'd steal my booze, take my stuff, and invade my privacy none-stop. Not. Fucking. HAPPENING! No matter how many tears mom tries using on me. My mom broke down and finally conceded she'd never convince me after that rant. And she had to take my brother by the hand and leave with him because he initially refused to go, and kept begging her to turn back and make me let him move in. And then I yelled to him that it was a laugh that he called me a mama's boy before. Because he'd become exactly that. And this was just like the time he tried to get our mother to make me trade vehicles with him because he felt ashamed to be driving a minivan. He yanked away from mom, then told me to go fuck myself and the horse I rode in on. I laughed and pointed out I didn't ride in on anything, because I was already home. But his rattlecan horse was waiting for him in the driveway. He flipped his lid again, and looked like his head was going to explode. But mom got in front of him, and told him to just go. Then he drove off in his rattlecan Silverado without her. He'd driven her there. And then I had to take her home.
While taking her home, I made things very clear with my mother over why I could never trust my brother again. And his life was not my burden to bear. And then told her how little my brother was offering for rent anyway. Which he'd conveniently not told her. Then I later rented that same room to one of my best friends for $600 a month, and he pays for utilities. The other two rooms are my bedroom and a home office. There's an extra room in the separate garage too. So my mother tried to make me let my brother live in the garage instead. There's enough room in it's storage room for a bedroom. Again I said fuck no. And that's since been turned into another friend's rented room with a bit of a plywood remodel. Yeah, I kinda rented both the spare bedroom and garage room out to friends out of spite. But I wasn't letting my brother live with me in any capacity!
My brother later ended up having a complete meltdown in front of our parents over how he's the older brother. He should be the one who owns a house first. He's supposed to be successful, and I'm supposed to be the big loser in his shadow. Our dad poked him with his cane and told him that's not how life works, and they had a big argument. They told him to get out and not come back until he's cooled off and learned that he's just being a pointlessly jealous asshole.
The next part I post, my brother did the dumbest thing of all.
Edit: I came home late to over 600 comments, and still more pouring in. Far too many for me to answer. So I'll clear some things up here. Yes, I am no contact with my brother. And he's NC with the rest of the family as well. I do have cameras inside and outside my home. And a dash cam too. My brother knows this, and has stayed the fuck away since he left town. I'm told I'm an asshole too. Not arguing that, because it's true. I'm not exactly the nicest guy. But have someone like my brother in your life, and see how peachy you turn out.
Some have mentioned to having siblings just like my brother. Sadly I know very well people like him are increasingly common these days. My dad said a number of times that my brother probably would have ended up dead in an alley if he lived here 50 years ago with the way he behaves. As for our ages. I'm 30, and my brother is 32. I have not given my parents a spare key to my house. One is with a friend, and another is very cleverly hidden.
My house is a manufactured home. But it's not in a trailer park, and has been significantly modified with new siding and a new roof, and has a separate garage building. The previous owner was a former general contractor, and he loved to build and repair. And yes, I do have good insurance.
I keep seeing comments about a clock radio. Pardon me for not getting the reference. But I do own a digital alarm clock that has a built in CD player. Currently plays Tina Turner's Proud Mary to wake me up.
My brother and I were raised pretty evenly. He was always a jerk. But went full asshole after moving out. But our mother didn't favor him. She chewed him out plenty. And she didn't normally side with his stupidity. She just wanted him to live in a better place than in a camper next to a house filled with potheads. Addition: My brother willingly moved into that camper. He was renting half a room in that house of potheads. Then convinced the landlord to let him live in his camper on the property for the same price instead. And he bragged about his camper a lot. Which he has a full gaming center in, complete with PlayStation. He only wanted to invade my house to piss me off and make his cost of living even lower. He also doesn't like camping nearly as much as me. He mainly liked just pissing me off by following me. He loved to make me miserable. In fact, he felt entitled to make me miserable. That's the kind of person he is.
Do I have a restraining order against my brother? Not really. Just didn't bother. Because even if I did, it'd only be for like a year. And my brother wouldn't let something like that stop him if he was truly determined anyway.
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My entitled brother lost his mind and attacked me, his ex, and our father. That got him disowned by the family. But not before I beat the crap out of him May 8, 2024
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Warning: Contains domestic violence, small town drama, and idiocy. Read at own risk.
My brother's major downhill spiral started with jealousy over my house, but only got worse thanks to this next part. He started smoking pot more heavily and drinking harder. And that was making him more aggressive and violent. He got in a brawl outside of a bar for reasons I still don't know. But he got his ass handed to him on a platter. He eventually found out his ex has been seeing someone else. And ironically that someone is another friend of mine. Which was news to me. But it's not like he wasn't around my brother's ex a fair bit. They're both fairly social people, and were also friends for years. Once the secret was out, he confessed to me it wasn't planned. But my brother's ex Sara (Fake name) and my friend just clicked one day about a year ago. This sorta thing can only happen in a town like ours. I admit, Sara is very beautiful. But I've always seen her as a big sister figure ever since she started dating my brother in high school. So I never thought of getting with her myself. She kept her new boyfriend a secret for some time. I didn't even know until someone else spilled the beans. And the word traveled. When my brother found out, that was the last he could mentally take.
My brother was hoping for years that Sara would take him back. But no such luck there. When he lost his mind over the fact my friend was dating Sara, he started hunting for the poor guy. My friend is not a fighter, and a self described beanpole. So that's what I'll call him. Sara seems to like Beanpole because he's everything my brother is not. He isn't really a brave person. And came to me when he found out my brother was looking for him. He has a rather distinctively painted car. So it's easy to spot. My brother caught wind Beanpole was at my place, and came roaring his truck down the street.
When my brother showed up to my house, he started screaming and banging on my door because he wanted to kick Beanpole's ass. And when I refused to let him in, he attacked me. We had a redneck brawl right there in my front lawn. I want to say I won. But the fight only stopped when one of my friend/tenants yelled he was gonna call the cops. I sucker-punched my brother while he was distracted, and told him to never come back to my house again. And if he ever tried to hurt Beanpole again, I'd make sure he'd up in the hospital with two broken legs. This was backed by the other friends/tenants I had there. My brother is an idiot. But even he knew that pissing off my entire friend group was not a good idea. So he picked himself up off the ground and started leaving. But he clearly looked like he wanted to do something to my truck because he stopped and just stood there staring at it with his hands in his pockets, like he was debating scratching the paint with his keys. I yelled at him that I have CCTV. But then he turned around, pulled his pants part way down, and started rubbing his ass directly onto my truck's passenger side door. Then he forced out a nasty fart and said he sharted a little, and laughed like a nutbar when he took off. I immediately got the hose. I'm just glad I didn't leave windows open or doors unlocked. Otherwise he'd have done far worse. And the smell of what he did was pretty much what you'd think.
Everyone already knew Sara was never going to take him back. She avoided dating for years because my brother is so unhinged that she knew he'd do something like this. That's why she and her new boyfriend kept it secret. I went to ice my bruises and call Sara. But my brother was already calling and texting her. Over and over again, he wouldn't stop. He was begging she break up with her boyfriend and take him back. He even said he wanted to marry her and move to the northwest. Not sure why he specified that part of the US. Maybe because we live in the southeast. But she flatly told him no, never again, not happening even if hell froze over. He cried that it wasn't fair, because she was his first love (she wasn't), and they have a daughter together. Then he started sending her flowers, love letters and gifts. She sent them all back. Then she announced online that she and Beanpole had been dating for some time, and recently made plans to eventually move in together. That's when my brother really went off the deep end.
A few hours after he saw that post, my brother got wasted and then barged into Sara's parents' house by body ramming the back door. He actually cut his face because the door had a glass window. But he was so drunk that he didn't notice he was bleeding. Sara understandably freaked out, and my brother grabbed and tried to force her to kiss him. She pushed him away and he hit her for refusing him. He slapped her and threw her to the floor really hard like an angry pimp wanting his money. And his daughter saw it all and started screaming at the top of her lungs. Sara screamed too, and my brother fled. Police were called, and Sara was taken to the hospital. My brother threw her down so hard that she had a dislocated shoulder. My brother was found by police at his camper, where he was even more drunk than before, and half his face was covered in blood. He had to be taken to the hospital, where he got stitches. Then taken to jail. He got charged with trespassing, breaking and entering, and assault. (Surprisingly not DUI too, as he'd actually walked there) When our parents and I found out, well the family finally couldn't take it anymore, and went into an uproar. Our parents had it out with my brother after he bailed himself out from jail, and then he tried to fight our dad when they argued. And no surprise, he tried to blame everything on me.
My brother actually said I let Beanpole steal his woman. But couldn't really explain how. He also refused to believe I did not know until recently. Then he said that Sara was supposed to be his. Dad not only disagreed, but told my brother that he was a fucking disgrace, and that was an absolutely disgusting way to talk about Sara. She's not his property. And then my brother shoved dad as hard as he could. Dad got knocked to the floor, and my brother started kicking him. Dad isn't a small man. But he's old with a bad back and a bad knee. And needs a cane just to get around. Since we knew my brother would only have gotten crazier if he saw me, I was hiding in another room with the door cracked and listening in. I knew he might do something crazy. So I insisted on secretly being in the house when he was confronted. And I'm glad I was, because I came to dad's defense before my brother could do too much damage. I knew we were roughly even in a fight. So I ambushed and hit him in the back with a rubber mallet, and then beat the shit out of him. No police were called that time. I attacked him in defense of our dad. So he probably would have been screwed if he tried to get me charged anyway. And then he'd have gone right back to jail. Someone also once asked me if I enjoyed beating up my brother that day. I did not. I was just in an adrenaline fueled rage protecting my dad. But all things considered, I could have done far worse to my brother with that rubber mallet, as he only really got bruises. My dad gave hm a good smack in the face with his cane too though. But it's just hollow aluminum. Not exactly a damage dealer.
Our parents (mainly my dad) disowned my brother as I threw him out the door. And he spent some time crying on the porch and saying he was sorry and didn't mean it, then switched to saying we could all regret this, and we could go fuck ourselves before finally leaving. My mother spent hours crying. She'd stuck up for him before, and this was how he repaid her. My brother managed to avoid real prison time, or a trial for attacking Sara by taking a guilty plea deal. He signed away custody of his daughter. And Sara got a restraining order against him. My brother got a fine, somehow only a couple months in county jail, probation, has to abstain from alcohol for six months, and he had to pay for the property damage. Sara's dad already put in a new door, and billed my brother for it. My brother also understandably lost his job due to the situation.
Our mother secretly kept in contact with my brother, and agreed to look after my brother's truck and camper while he was serving his two month sentence. And she didn't ok it with dad first. He was pretty pissed at her for going behind his back. But she reasoned that it would be the last thing they ever did for him, because she didn't want my brother to have no place to go after getting out of the clink. And even she made it clear it was the last of her good will towards him too. Once my brother got out of jail, mom drove his truck and camper to a store to meet him, and gave him back the keys. She told me there was barely a word of thanks from him. Mostly just grunts when she tried to get him to talk to her. Dad said he still looked like an ungrateful sod. After that my brother lived wherever he could park his camper for a while until one of his remaining friends somehow got him a new job as a welder in another town 40-ish miles away that he was having to commute to with his camper for a while. But he was back every weekend. Apparently he only got the job by agreeing to work for less than what the job would normally pay. So he could move there permanently as soon as he got the ok from his probation officer. Which said officer didn't make easy I heard. I don't know the red tape of it. But he managed to pull it off. He can't leave the state. But he could still move to another county it seems. He's probably renting a space in a trailer park right now or something. And maybe he's back to doing his side hustle of hauling trash for people.
Before leaving town, my brother showed up outside my house to give me the double middle finger and dance around like a monkey while cursing at me in the street when he knew I was watching from the window. I guess it was his stupid way of trying to get in a last laugh without breaking the law or something. But then I got an idea. I've heard plenty of people say to kill with kindness. So I tried it in my own way. I grabbed an unopened bottle of my favorite honey whisky from the pantry because I know my brother really loves that stuff too. Then I went outside and walked right up to him, and shoved the bottle into his hands. I think it was the last thing he expected me to do in the moment. And I know he'd NEVER willingly break a bottle of good booze. Especially when it's free. Then I told him to have a drink on me to start his new life. I could barely keep myself from laughing when I turned to walk away. When I looked at my CCTV footage later, he actually stood there looking really glum while just staring at the bottle, and then moped back to his truck.
And then he was gone. Off to start his new life as a career welder. My brother is a childish, narcissistic, misogynistic, asshole to an extreme degree. But he's actually damn good at welding. Both with steel and aluminum. Mostly self-taught too. It's practically his only real talent. He's even done basic forging and auto body work. I've seen him do shit with scrap metal I wish I could. But that's the only real compliment I can still say about him. Maybe he'll make a decent new life and career for himself doing metal work elsewhere. He's better off away from us, just like we're better off away from him. He deleted all his social media, and I assume blocked us on everything. Not that we'd bother to contact him. One of his few remaining pothead friends in town told me my brother wants to legally change his name when his probation ends. Knowing him, he'll likely do it.
Things are much more peaceful and far less dramatic without my entitled leech of a brother here. Some part of me missed him for a while. But he's just a terrible person. And the only one who's still missing him, is our mother. She's still kinda broken up about it. But dad has been unwavering that they did the right thing by disowning him. He made his own bed. Now he's lying in it. I doubt my brother will come back any time soon. And if he does, he will not be welcome.
Edit: Got home and cracked open a bag of salt & pepper pork rinds, and was half expecting hundreds of comments like last time. I'm thankful it wasn't. Still, I'm also thankful to everyone who gave their support. To answer some questions I got in comments and DMS. I've got cameras inside and outside my house. Beanpole and Sara are still dating. But they've put off moving in together for now. My niece is doing good. But says she has no daddy anymore. My brother was barely a father to her anyway. Yes I know it was a bit much giving a known alcoholic a bottle of booze. And good booze at that. But I knew he wouldn't be able to drink it for months anyway. Which is why I was trying so hard to hold back laughter when I gave it to him. Besides, he's just gonna drink like a fish on his own dime when his court ordered sober time runs out.
I'm hoping this is the last post about current antics involving my brother. Maybe I'll tell other past stories about him. Or the story of my cheating ex. Still couldn't bring myself to post that. I typed it out and everything. But I guess it still ate at me because I really liked that woman. And yeah, this situation with my brother eats at me too. But he's toxic. And I'm better off without him in my life anymore.
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finally scheduled my vsg for next month!! literally cried tears of joy all the way home from my appt with the surgeon. all praise and thanks to the All High 🤲🤲 i literally have had a roller coaster getting to this point. I went through hell and back trying to get my iron levels up because I’ve had nonstop DAILY abnormal uterine bleeding for 2.5 years. getting on the schedule for infusions and doctors appointments, having to quit smoking and get drug tested, getting myself to record my food intake and make lifestyle changes…i will literally cut a bitch who tries to say that this is the easy way out!!
I am still acting like this isn’t going to happen because I don’t wanna get my hopes up and be disappointed later if anything goes wrong. i’ll allow myself to start getting hype after my pre-op diet class (1.5 weeks before the surgery). I haven’t told anybody that I’m scheduled yet except my mom because i’m counting on her help to be there.
damn, I actually forgot why I started making this post . I have been watching nothing but VSG videos on TikTok and I see that a lot of people talk about not eating carbs at all. Is that a requirement post surgery ?

Like the title said, I’m in the pre-op process and have yet to choose a surgery. Doc said either one should work for me but mentioned that since I have a history of significant regain after weight loss then bypass might help drastic regain from occurring.
I’ve lost large amounts of weight in the past- the most being 120lbs- but I always regain close of all of the weight I lost. I don’t currently have any comorbid conditions, so I could probably get the sleeve and still have good results, but I’m so afraid of going through everything and regaining the weight. I’m in therapy and medicated (have been for two years now!) so I think I’m in a better place mentally, but I’m still crazy anxious. I don’t remember the last time I ate and felt “satiated.” The only way my body registers that I’m full is if my stomach feels almost painfully full.
My family also has a huge history of addiction (alcoholism, food, drugs, shopping, gambling, etc). I used to smoke a ton of weed but I haven’t touched it in 2 years, I drink socially but it’s something I plan on getting rid of (I’m 25 so I feel like I’ve gotten the whole “woohoo I can drink” thing mostly out of my system.) And frankly, I buy too much shit. I like the idea of going straight edge because it’ll give me a reason to do more exciting things than going to a bar. But I’m nervous that my family history means if I get the bypass and start drinking again I’ll have ulcers and die (but I mean I guess I’ll die either way, addiction is bad). I keep using the mantra “it ran in my family until it ran into me.” I just don’t want to get ran over, lol.
I have other concerns about the sleeve, mainly GERD, but I don’t have a history of it so it’s more of a secondary fear. I don’t know if choosing bypass just because of regain fears is a good idea. I’m also aware that I need to shift mentally to truly keep the weight off, and I’m putting in the work every day to make that change. However, I’m also aware that a big trigger in the past has been slipping up for a week and packing on large amounts of weight. I feel like the bypass might make the result of those slip ups less drastic, and give me more of a grace period to get into a mindset that reduces the likelihood of a slip up occurring in the first place. I’m really not sure what to do, I feel like I need to trust myself more, it’s just hard when I’ve spent my whole life breaking my own trust.

I am not the OOP. The OOP is u/Ok_Outcome3739 posting in AITAH
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Original - 11th May 2024
Update - 13th May 2024
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AITA For being cautious about letting my ex back into our daughter's life after 5 years?
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I 29F have a 5F with my ex 32M. We were engaged but never really planned to have kids before marriage or at least for the next few years. I was on the pill and he used protection sometimes but I ended up pregnant. Since it was unplanned. Abortion was on the table. He was more into making it work so both of us decided to keep the baby. I wasn't emotionally prepared but for him love is all it takes to make everything work. Fast forward 6 months he started to change.
He would give me the silent treatment if I do something wrong. He wouldn't engage in any conversation about the baby and would just yell at me if I ask what's wrong. I was almost 8 months pregnant when he told me he's just not ready to be a father and can't do both things. It's either fatherhood or his career. I was scared to be a single mother so I told him it's fine I can take care of our baby and be a SAHM until things get better for him, but he refused and made it clear everything is over. Since the house was his I left and went to live with my mom until I found myself a place.
I gave birth to my baby girl and he never came to see her. His mother and sister were there for me and to this day they're still part of my daughter's life. As for him he gave up his parental rights and granted me full custody (legally) but was willing to contribute financially through child support (He voluntarily provides financial support in an amicable arrangement).
I'm not proud of it but there are nights I called him just to ask him why did he do that to us. I wasn't even ready but seeing him happy and excited made me think we could make it work together. He never really answered my calls. We used to communicate through his mother or sister or email. I love my baby and won't ever see her as a mistake. I'm still doing my best to be the best mother she deserves. I have a good paying job now and everything is better than before.
Now here's the thing. After 5 years and when I finally feel my life got better and figured out my shit, he wants to get involved. He's been calling and texting me for a week now. He doesn't regret a thing and he's not asking. He's telling me that he has the right to see his daughter and be there for her.
How can I trust him not to wake up one day and decide being in her life is a mistake and disappear again? He can do that to me but I just don't want my daughter to get hurt. I told him he can see her but not this way. He wants more than just to see her. He even threatened me if I don't agree then he has no problem telling her in the future how I'm the reason she grew up without a father.
His mother and even my mother want me to just let him into my daughter's life with no exceptions. And I'm not comfortable doing that because I know him. WIBTA if I decide on what's best for our daughter or just suck it up and let him in?
Edit: just wanted to mention English isn't my first language, so sorry if there are any errors. Also sorry if this is a bit long but I wanted to give you all the details.
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Necessary_Future_275
He gave up his rights. That literally means he has NO rights! What a terrible person he is. I would not trust him. First he wants a baby then when it’s too late for an abortion he doesn’t and you have to raise her on your own then 5 years later he DEMANDS to be in her life. He’s entitled to nothing yet egotistical and selfish enough to still believe what he wants is all that matters. How long before he changes his mind again and breaks your daughter’s heart the same way he broke yours?

OOP: This is what I'm afraid of. I don't want her to go through that.

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Wolf_dragon_32
He gave up his rights to her. He can’t do anything but just blow smoke up your ass. If he says that he will tell her why she has no father counter that with the truth to his face! He was a coward and wanted his career and gave up his rights to be part of her life. He has no say in her life due to his own choices.
Tell ex to kick rocks and not call you anymore. Tell grandmas that if they try to bring your daughter around him then you will re-evaluate their relationship with her; as you are her mom
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**Judgement - NTA*\*
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Update - 2 days later
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He didn't stop with the calls and texts and I read some of the comments wondering why he suddenly wants to be in my daughter's life so I agreed to meet up with him and discuss everything yesterday. We talked for about 30 mins. 30 mins of me trying to explain to him that he literally gave up his parental rights years ago and there's no need for threatening since he legally has no right to see her if I don't allow him.
While he was focused on expressing how I haven't changed and complimenting my body. His comments became too much so I decided to just leave but I noticed he was wearing a ring on his right hand and didn't hesitate to ask him about it. He said he proposed a few weeks ago but he thinks he rushed things. I asked him if she knows about my daughter and if this is why he's here. He said no she still doesn't know and he genuinely wants to be part of his daughter's life.
He basically spent 30 mins flirting with no shame that he's engaged and showed no sign of being genuinely interested in getting involved. I told him to just forget about my daughter but if he wants to we can see a judge and they can laugh at him. He threatened to cut financial support and I made it clear I never really needed his help. Sending me $1000 once or twice a year with his sister was already no help and I can give back his money if he wants to.
Now I know what I did wrong but it was the only way to get the answer I needed. On my way home I called his sister and lied about how things went. I said that he told me everything and how his fiancée encourages him to be a better person and I think that's why he wants in which is a good thing.
His sister told me everything I needed to know. How his fiancée has a good heart and how she didn't like it when she discovered that he has a daughter but never saw her before. She basically wouldn't have said yes if he didn't promise to try and fix things. So both his mother and sister knew the reason he wanted to get back into my daughter's life and his mother encouraged me to let him in without even being honest with me.
So all this wasn't about my daughter. It was about him and impressing his fiancée who was horrified that he wants nothing to do with his daughter. My mother gets it now but his mother called the same day asking what's the plan now. I told her there's no plan. He could have just given me full custody but he wanted nothing to do with her to the point he decided to sign away his rights.
And he seemed already fine with the relationship they have which is none. She tried to make me consider letting him in because at the end it's my daughter's decision. My daughter is 5 years old what decision?? Anyway I made it clear to her that both her and her daughter legally aren't my child's family and from now on there will be no alone time with her. And if they keep pressing me I can easily cut them out.
I will discuss this with a lawyer though. I have everything documented and I'm sure he doesn't have a leg to stand on but still. Just in case he tries something.
And let me show you some of his texts that I'm very tempted to get his fiancée's number and send her some screenshots. English isn't our first language so I translated them for you
"Who sees you now would never tell you weren't ready for this. you look happier"
"You know I really didn't know how much I missed you until I saw you today"
"Good night beautiful kiss (my daughter's name) for me"
I don't know if I'm just overreacting but if my fiancé texts his ex this way. I for sure won't find it acceptable.
By the way with him back. I realized that I never really dealt with the way he broke my heart. Maybe I cried but I had to figure out my life as soon as I could for the sake of my daughter. When I gave birth all I started thinking about was my daughter. Even the nights I called him it was never to ask about 'me' it was always about 'us'. I was scared and not ready to be a mom. And now that I'm a mother I've never felt this strong. I don't know what I'm trying to say here but I'm glad how my life turned out.
Thank you for the advice. I'm glad I gathered the courage to see him. I feel so much better. At least now I know I don't have to worry about him shaking my baby's life up
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henchwench89
Im sorry you have to deal with this jerk op. So many people in your og post called it. He’s only interested in your daughter because of his new woman
Honesty block him and go very lc with his family because they are not looking out for your or your daughters best interest

OOP: Thank you. I'm planning to do that but he's still not done with the threats about telling lies to my daughter. I'm trying to gather everything I can before I block him.

henchwench89
Thats fair. Mute him so the messages still accumulate but you have a break from them
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Actual-Offer-127
Yeah, if I was his fiancee I would thank you if you told me about this. He's lying to her with the help of his family. That poor girl is getting blind sided. She thinks he should reconnect with his daughter because she probably has a good heart. I feel bad for her
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Happy Post Mother's Day Aussie Mums! and to anyone else who celebrates Mother's Day on Sunday the 11th of May. My apologies, I am ignorant to this holiday outside of thunder from down under.
My MIL was blinded by the light as I set my shiny spine to Diamond BLAST mode. She retreated back down her mole hole and out of sight until hubby returned from his overseas trip. Upon return hubby let his mother know he was safely back in the country, just a courtesy, and then we had a lot of catching up to do *wink wink*.
For those of you who asked, hubby had bought me some waterproof boots for winter for mother's day as our kid has recently started a winter sport and it gets f*cking cold. Wet socks and shoes is no joke so he remedied that situation for me in the form of some nice new boots! I will be the hottest Mum at the sporting fields!
Also, for those who read my post history and asked, I didn't unblock my MIL's number. She ambushed me from a new number. Don't panic! It's all good! I have remedied that situation, her old number and the new number are all successfully blocked so she can't play ping pong with me. Next time (as we all know there will always be a next time) if it looks and sounds like MIL, it will be a MIL and I will not respond at all. I will be blocking any MIL sounding number texts from the get go from now on with a rinse and repeat! Another lesson learned!
After hubby settled in at home, I fed and watered him and then made him go and have a sleep. Whilst he was snoozing, I got his bags unpacked, washing sorted and anything not worn put away. The devil herself decided to ring non-stop for 3 hours trying to get her beloved son on the phone. I ended up turning his phone off to end the incessant ringing after the 10th attempt and we didn't think of it again until the next day.
When hubby turned his phone on before leaving for work the following day, he had a whopping 106 missed calls, 13 voicemails and 15 text messages from MIL. He deleted all the voicemail messages without listening to them and cleared the phones call log history so the 106 missed calls disappeared. He also deleted all the texts, because f*ck reading those..... (he literally said that LMAO).
He went off to work and then on the way home he decided to give her a call. Phone convo went like this:
MIL: OH! My dear boy! I was so worried, why didn't you answer my calls?!!!
Hubby: OP got me home, fed me up, I turned my phone off and then I crawled into bed to sleep. Man she's so awesome! She unpacked all my stuff, put if away and got all my washing sorted for me. Man she's the best! I missed her and son so bloody much. It's great to be home.
By this point in time I imagined gigantic pikachu face. Hubby said he meant every word but knew that would stir her up.
MIL: Oh never mind her! You missed my Mother's Day! All your siblings came over and we had a wonderful lunch, OP did not come of course. I extended a lovely invitation but she declined, claimed she was celebrating with her own mother or something like that.
Hubby: Oh yes! I saw the messages you sent her from your NEW number. How nice of you not to let her know off the bat it was you. I also saw she replied to you in kind.
MIL: What? You have seen the messages I sent her.
Hubby: Of coarse! She took a screen shot of them on Saturday when you sent them to her and sent them to me so I could see you had contacted her.
By this point in time hubby said MIL was almost hyperventilating on the other end of the phone. Hubby continued,
Hubby: I was especially surprised by the fact you called her an idiot. That wasn't very nice, was it mum?
MIL: *crickets*
Hubby: Not to worry. We are busy next week with sons birthday, then the week after its our wedding anniversary, I know you detest the day, so I won't be asking you to celebrate that one with us The following weekend were away, at this stage Mum I may be able to visit you towards the end of June. Things may change of course but I'll let you know.
MIL: *silent*
Hubby: Mum, are you still there? I can't hear you, well if your still there and your listening, hope you have a great day, I'm home safe, it was nice to hear from you and I'll talk to you again soon to organise to come see you towards the end of June. Cya mum!
*click*
Hubby said it was f*cking hilarious. That was on Wednesday. Haven't heard from her since..... Stick that in your mole hole and smoke it!
Edit: spelling - ma bad