Diarrhea and stiff neck
Can you injure yourself from sneezing?
2024.05.17 11:09 izzaybean Can you injure yourself from sneezing?
I (21F) have mad health anxiety and have convinced myself that I have meningitis as my neck is so stiff and I have a headache + other symptoms. My partner thinks I’ve just injured my neck from sneezing too hard multiple times yesterday and other symptoms are from changing my meds. Fighting not going to the hospital rn over my symptoms.
5’11, 85kg (maybe??)
Current medications: Lexapro 15mg (just changed from 10mg a week ago) and Valium when I’m having a panic attack
Health conditions: health anxiety, panic disorder, PTSD, mild POTS, ADHD
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5’11, 85kg (maybe??)
Current medications: Lexapro 15mg (just changed from 10mg a week ago) and Valium when I’m having a panic attack
Health conditions: health anxiety, panic disorder, PTSD, mild POTS, ADHD
2024.05.17 10:47 Space-Matter I finally have a multiple day long migraine 😒
I keep on reading posts on here about people who get migraines that last days, weeks, or even longer. Surely that would never happen to me, someone whose migraines last 10-12 hours at best! 🤦
Welp, the time has finally come. I started feeling like garbage on Wednesday night and it's now Friday morning and guess who still feels like garbage! This migraine sufferer!
A typical migraine for me ALWAYS starts with a stiff neck. In the past I've had pain around my left eye and even the tip of my left ear, but now I have pressure on my nose instead, in addition to the neck pain. I try moving my neck around and rotate between heat and ice since my body temperature gets all out of whack with a migraine. Then comes the nausea which has me running to the bathroom to expel clear fluids. I have light and sound sensitivity which isn't being helped when I accidentally flick on my bathroom light and start gagging. After doing this a couple of times over the course of a few hours it dawned on me that my PCP prescribed me 50 mg sumatriptan for bad migraines, which this one definitely is. I take one dose for the first time ever and go to lay down. I do a quick Google for symptoms to look out for because I don't remember a thing my PCP told me. I know I can't take a second pill for at least another two hours and Dr. Google says the pill should take about 20-30 minutes to kick in. Great! Four hours later I feel no difference so I take another pill. Two hours later, I'm asleep. All other symptoms minus the neck pain and stiffness are gone, which I thought was just from sleeping, so I think I'm back to normal. I decide to take it easy for the rest of the day and order some food because I don't feel like cooking and watch the new season of Bridgerton. Bam lightheadedness! Bam jaw pain (which is another migraine trigger)! I lay down for a couple of hours and both of those go away. It's just my neck pain and stiffness remaining. I don't know if this is a rebound from the sumatriptan or if this is just a continuation of this real shitty migraine.
I'm going to reach out to my PCP soon. I've been dragging my feet on that this morning just in case the neck pain goes away. But knowing my luck, if I send my PCP a message my pain will magically go away. I don't have a migraine specialist or a neurologist because my PCP hasn't referred me to anyone and I'm not sure if I can see one without a referral.
Rant/vent over. Also, don't ask me a thing about the new Bridgerton season because I don't remember anything.
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Welp, the time has finally come. I started feeling like garbage on Wednesday night and it's now Friday morning and guess who still feels like garbage! This migraine sufferer!
A typical migraine for me ALWAYS starts with a stiff neck. In the past I've had pain around my left eye and even the tip of my left ear, but now I have pressure on my nose instead, in addition to the neck pain. I try moving my neck around and rotate between heat and ice since my body temperature gets all out of whack with a migraine. Then comes the nausea which has me running to the bathroom to expel clear fluids. I have light and sound sensitivity which isn't being helped when I accidentally flick on my bathroom light and start gagging. After doing this a couple of times over the course of a few hours it dawned on me that my PCP prescribed me 50 mg sumatriptan for bad migraines, which this one definitely is. I take one dose for the first time ever and go to lay down. I do a quick Google for symptoms to look out for because I don't remember a thing my PCP told me. I know I can't take a second pill for at least another two hours and Dr. Google says the pill should take about 20-30 minutes to kick in. Great! Four hours later I feel no difference so I take another pill. Two hours later, I'm asleep. All other symptoms minus the neck pain and stiffness are gone, which I thought was just from sleeping, so I think I'm back to normal. I decide to take it easy for the rest of the day and order some food because I don't feel like cooking and watch the new season of Bridgerton. Bam lightheadedness! Bam jaw pain (which is another migraine trigger)! I lay down for a couple of hours and both of those go away. It's just my neck pain and stiffness remaining. I don't know if this is a rebound from the sumatriptan or if this is just a continuation of this real shitty migraine.
I'm going to reach out to my PCP soon. I've been dragging my feet on that this morning just in case the neck pain goes away. But knowing my luck, if I send my PCP a message my pain will magically go away. I don't have a migraine specialist or a neurologist because my PCP hasn't referred me to anyone and I'm not sure if I can see one without a referral.
Rant/vent over. Also, don't ask me a thing about the new Bridgerton season because I don't remember anything.
2024.05.17 10:28 StargazerTea Paranormal Stories: House of Mirrors pt. 2
Continued from part one.
In the mirror I saw a figure of the darkness next to the foot of my bed. I screamed, only for the figure to dash back inside my closet and close the doors behind it. To the naked eye, the doors seemed to roll back on their own, but because of the many mirrors inside my room, I could see the shadowy figure.
“What’s wrong?” my mom burst into my room not even four seconds later.
“J-j-just a nightmare?” I was uncertain if my imagination was too strong for my own good so I held back on the truth.
I wish I told her the truth. That wasn’t the last time I would see the figure in the mirror.
It happened again, about five years later. Yeah it didn’t happen right away. I wondered if the figure I saw was friendly and I simply scared it away for a while. That was my first mindset, but then I second guessed myself and simply thought maybe it was just my imagination playing with me.
At age 12, things started to become rocky with my parents. They fought over the same things, but they also fought over me. I had gone into the world of music to the point where I wanted to take up guitar, piano, and violin. My mom took one side of the stance where she didn’t believe that I could commit to any of them. My dad believed the opposite, fighting that I could do anything if I set my mind to it.
Again, conflict resided. My angry mother could still barge into my room if I didn’t lock the doors. She once found me writing, insisted on me showing her what I wrote, when I resisted she pulled it away from me and read my vampire fanfiction.
I was an angsty girl. Hence my writings were a bit suggestive at the time. My mom and my dad both read my work. My dad actually liked what I wrote aside from the fact it was about the supernatural. Of course, my mother again got mad since she’s the most religious in our family. She was, in a sense, a heretic.
Needless to say, since my family’s religion absolutely detests “spiritualistic and demonic” media, I got grounded. Also to clarify, yes this also meant I never read or watched the Harry Potter series, including the Twilight series. Although I don’t think I missed out on much with the Twilight series lol. Eventually I managed to rent a book that I got from my school’s library, called Hush, Hush, which laid in my backpack, tempting me to read it.
So there I was, no laptop and in my room. I didn’t really care since I had a guitar and a notebook. I still could find pleasure outside of my laptop, which of course my mother absolutely detested as well. Whenever she grounded me, she used to take away any kind of toy. Then, once she realized I could read on my own and was making up stories when I couldn’t read, she began to take books away. Punishments with my family wasn’t really a punishment, I could always find a way to entertain myself. Even if she took my notebooks away, I’d still end up daydreaming about something, even act out scenes I’d come up with in my head.
Now you can understand why I pushed off the incident with the figure in the mirror as a figment of my imagination. I had figured it was a draft, that the wheels and tracking were well lubricated with some kind of oil that makes it hard for them to stay in place.
Sitting on my bed at age 12, I leant back and closed my eyes. I had notebooks, several books, a keyboard for me to practice piano on, and a guitar. It wasn’t a big deal. (Yes I was a spoiled child. I’m owning up to this since I was the only girl among four boys- plus I was also 13 years younger than my youngest brother.) However I was so tired, that I decided on lazily daydreaming. Besides, I could always sneak my laptop back late at night.
As a devoted writer, I continued on imagining the story I began. I imagined what it would feel like to have fangs teasing the throat of the neck, how it would be to be kissed and then bitten by a vampire... my mind was rolling and it didn’t stop. I was a twelve year old girl going through puberty.
I told myself to stop and I decided to pull out the book, smiling at my little success. I went back to the page I left off on at the library earlier that day. I buried myself into the book and became sleepy. I nearly finished the book by the time I set the book aside and stupidly put it on my bedside table.
I passed out soon after. I don’t recall what kind of dream I had at first, all I know is that sometime later in the night, I woke up again, but I could not move my body at all. I looked around my room, which was now fully dark. I barely could recognize anything around me. The familiar outline of my vanity was gone, any silver reflection was gone, I did not see a single mirror, so I knew I was no longer in my room anymore.
A slight humming noise was around me, the room I was in lit up with a red flashing light. It felt like I was being pinned down by some kind of restraint system, so I looked down and noticed these short pale creatures crawling on top of me, towards my face. I felt a sharp sting in my leg, and I knew one of the creatures had bit me already.
It became to feel like sharp knives stabbing me all over my body, until five creatures met my face, their eyes sullen- beady- staring down at me with bloodied mouths and lunged at my neck, causing me to scream..The sound finally piercing through and I could hear myself breathing again, I could hear my screams and my frantic prayers escaping my lips.
Had my mom not come into my room and slapped me on my face, jolting me out of it- whatever it was- I would have seen more than I could bare. She saw the book and her anger brewed even more at me.
“Are you tempting the demons to attack you or something?” she fumed and took the book off of the table. She led me down to the entryway and opened the garage door. “Put it in there.”
I followed her command and put the book into the garage. I knew it wasn’t the book’s fault, but it was associated with “demunz” in her eyes, so I didn’t dare argue against her.
“Do you want to die? If you keep associating with demons, you know god will never forgive you. You won’t inherit everlasting life, only everlasting death. You know that right?!?” she yelled at me, had my dad been there that night- he would have stopped her from going that far. I suddenly missed him.
Her anger then died down after she ranted at me, once she recognized that I was still petrified. She at least brought me to, which made me thankful, but I also felt betrayed. She was supposed to protect me, but all she cared about was the idea of force feeding me her belief system. All she cared about was telling me I was wrong.
“I’m-” she had begun, and I just looked away from her and saw a shadow in my mirror again, standing behind my mom. It didn’t feel as eerie anymore. It felt almost comforting to see it, it moved from my mom to me. A figure of it’s arm wrapped around my shoulder, and I felt the cool breeze raise goosebumps at it’s touch.
“Do you want me to sleep with you tonight?” her voice lowered.
“I’ll sleep alone,” I remarked, still stung with the hurt from her hurtful remark.
She looked hurt for a second, but then returned to her normal frown. “I’ll sleep in the little entertainment room next to you, if you need me just yell out again.”
“Fine,” I simply just pulled my blankets over me again, waited for her to leave, then cried into my pillow.
My mom left, not seeing the dark figure in the mirror and went into the adjacent room. At her departure, the darkness came into my bed, the eerie feeling no longer there and it snuggled against me.
Shh. It hushed me and brushed my hair.
I didn’t question it. I had been afraid of it for so long, but with the sweet affection it gave me- the affection I desired and longed for from both of my parents.
The falling tears turned into a silent sob, my body shook against the bed, little breathy whimpers muffled by my pillow.
Shh, it repeated until I fell asleep again.
When morning came, I woke up with a sore neck and I was irritated with my mom. I remembered what happened and then I snuck out to my laptop and searched up what had happened to me. I learned it was sleep paralysis and figured maybe my imagination went too far with the vampire thing. I was stiff, my body was so sore and I saw my closet doors closed.
Again, I had felt as if my imagination had made it up. I knew the kind of comfort it gave me is what I desperately longed for. It gave me what my family didn’t, and I hated myself. I thought it was a figment of my imagination since it knew all the things I wanted. That is, until something else showed up. The shadow figure in the mirrors was just the start of it all.
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In the mirror I saw a figure of the darkness next to the foot of my bed. I screamed, only for the figure to dash back inside my closet and close the doors behind it. To the naked eye, the doors seemed to roll back on their own, but because of the many mirrors inside my room, I could see the shadowy figure.
“What’s wrong?” my mom burst into my room not even four seconds later.
“J-j-just a nightmare?” I was uncertain if my imagination was too strong for my own good so I held back on the truth.
I wish I told her the truth. That wasn’t the last time I would see the figure in the mirror.
It happened again, about five years later. Yeah it didn’t happen right away. I wondered if the figure I saw was friendly and I simply scared it away for a while. That was my first mindset, but then I second guessed myself and simply thought maybe it was just my imagination playing with me.
At age 12, things started to become rocky with my parents. They fought over the same things, but they also fought over me. I had gone into the world of music to the point where I wanted to take up guitar, piano, and violin. My mom took one side of the stance where she didn’t believe that I could commit to any of them. My dad believed the opposite, fighting that I could do anything if I set my mind to it.
Again, conflict resided. My angry mother could still barge into my room if I didn’t lock the doors. She once found me writing, insisted on me showing her what I wrote, when I resisted she pulled it away from me and read my vampire fanfiction.
I was an angsty girl. Hence my writings were a bit suggestive at the time. My mom and my dad both read my work. My dad actually liked what I wrote aside from the fact it was about the supernatural. Of course, my mother again got mad since she’s the most religious in our family. She was, in a sense, a heretic.
Needless to say, since my family’s religion absolutely detests “spiritualistic and demonic” media, I got grounded. Also to clarify, yes this also meant I never read or watched the Harry Potter series, including the Twilight series. Although I don’t think I missed out on much with the Twilight series lol. Eventually I managed to rent a book that I got from my school’s library, called Hush, Hush, which laid in my backpack, tempting me to read it.
So there I was, no laptop and in my room. I didn’t really care since I had a guitar and a notebook. I still could find pleasure outside of my laptop, which of course my mother absolutely detested as well. Whenever she grounded me, she used to take away any kind of toy. Then, once she realized I could read on my own and was making up stories when I couldn’t read, she began to take books away. Punishments with my family wasn’t really a punishment, I could always find a way to entertain myself. Even if she took my notebooks away, I’d still end up daydreaming about something, even act out scenes I’d come up with in my head.
Now you can understand why I pushed off the incident with the figure in the mirror as a figment of my imagination. I had figured it was a draft, that the wheels and tracking were well lubricated with some kind of oil that makes it hard for them to stay in place.
Sitting on my bed at age 12, I leant back and closed my eyes. I had notebooks, several books, a keyboard for me to practice piano on, and a guitar. It wasn’t a big deal. (Yes I was a spoiled child. I’m owning up to this since I was the only girl among four boys- plus I was also 13 years younger than my youngest brother.) However I was so tired, that I decided on lazily daydreaming. Besides, I could always sneak my laptop back late at night.
As a devoted writer, I continued on imagining the story I began. I imagined what it would feel like to have fangs teasing the throat of the neck, how it would be to be kissed and then bitten by a vampire... my mind was rolling and it didn’t stop. I was a twelve year old girl going through puberty.
I told myself to stop and I decided to pull out the book, smiling at my little success. I went back to the page I left off on at the library earlier that day. I buried myself into the book and became sleepy. I nearly finished the book by the time I set the book aside and stupidly put it on my bedside table.
I passed out soon after. I don’t recall what kind of dream I had at first, all I know is that sometime later in the night, I woke up again, but I could not move my body at all. I looked around my room, which was now fully dark. I barely could recognize anything around me. The familiar outline of my vanity was gone, any silver reflection was gone, I did not see a single mirror, so I knew I was no longer in my room anymore.
A slight humming noise was around me, the room I was in lit up with a red flashing light. It felt like I was being pinned down by some kind of restraint system, so I looked down and noticed these short pale creatures crawling on top of me, towards my face. I felt a sharp sting in my leg, and I knew one of the creatures had bit me already.
It became to feel like sharp knives stabbing me all over my body, until five creatures met my face, their eyes sullen- beady- staring down at me with bloodied mouths and lunged at my neck, causing me to scream..The sound finally piercing through and I could hear myself breathing again, I could hear my screams and my frantic prayers escaping my lips.
Had my mom not come into my room and slapped me on my face, jolting me out of it- whatever it was- I would have seen more than I could bare. She saw the book and her anger brewed even more at me.
“Are you tempting the demons to attack you or something?” she fumed and took the book off of the table. She led me down to the entryway and opened the garage door. “Put it in there.”
I followed her command and put the book into the garage. I knew it wasn’t the book’s fault, but it was associated with “demunz” in her eyes, so I didn’t dare argue against her.
“Do you want to die? If you keep associating with demons, you know god will never forgive you. You won’t inherit everlasting life, only everlasting death. You know that right?!?” she yelled at me, had my dad been there that night- he would have stopped her from going that far. I suddenly missed him.
Her anger then died down after she ranted at me, once she recognized that I was still petrified. She at least brought me to, which made me thankful, but I also felt betrayed. She was supposed to protect me, but all she cared about was the idea of force feeding me her belief system. All she cared about was telling me I was wrong.
“I’m-” she had begun, and I just looked away from her and saw a shadow in my mirror again, standing behind my mom. It didn’t feel as eerie anymore. It felt almost comforting to see it, it moved from my mom to me. A figure of it’s arm wrapped around my shoulder, and I felt the cool breeze raise goosebumps at it’s touch.
“Do you want me to sleep with you tonight?” her voice lowered.
“I’ll sleep alone,” I remarked, still stung with the hurt from her hurtful remark.
She looked hurt for a second, but then returned to her normal frown. “I’ll sleep in the little entertainment room next to you, if you need me just yell out again.”
“Fine,” I simply just pulled my blankets over me again, waited for her to leave, then cried into my pillow.
My mom left, not seeing the dark figure in the mirror and went into the adjacent room. At her departure, the darkness came into my bed, the eerie feeling no longer there and it snuggled against me.
Shh. It hushed me and brushed my hair.
I didn’t question it. I had been afraid of it for so long, but with the sweet affection it gave me- the affection I desired and longed for from both of my parents.
The falling tears turned into a silent sob, my body shook against the bed, little breathy whimpers muffled by my pillow.
Shh, it repeated until I fell asleep again.
When morning came, I woke up with a sore neck and I was irritated with my mom. I remembered what happened and then I snuck out to my laptop and searched up what had happened to me. I learned it was sleep paralysis and figured maybe my imagination went too far with the vampire thing. I was stiff, my body was so sore and I saw my closet doors closed.
Again, I had felt as if my imagination had made it up. I knew the kind of comfort it gave me is what I desperately longed for. It gave me what my family didn’t, and I hated myself. I thought it was a figment of my imagination since it knew all the things I wanted. That is, until something else showed up. The shadow figure in the mirrors was just the start of it all.
2024.05.17 10:13 Next_Bottle_8426 Pls help me guys
After being in stressful events i started to having weak neck feeling back pain, stiff back,tight jaw and got spasm when looking now my posture is like chin tucked pls help wht to do I also have strenum popping,sinus pain etc my whole body feels like it's misaligned
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2024.05.17 09:12 Grapefruit4001 Anyone here a nurse? I really want to do nursing but not sure it's viable now
I work in complex care disability recently my physio mentioned I have hypermobility, I don't think my GP is taking me seriously 😒. I've just returned to GP after 5 months of GP and physio still with a. Severely stiff neck and tingles on one side which is possibly a pinched nerve.
Anyway I really want to get into nursing and go back to uni to make this happen. I've been working towards this, I also have ADHD diagnosis last year. I'm 41 F.
Is nursing going to be viable for me? It took me a really long time to decide what I want to do but nursing fits all my boxes. I know it's a career with lots of different options and maybe later I could do a postgrad in something else but I'm not exactly sure the other paths to consider at this stage. So I'm just wondering if any any nurses out there breaking with hypermobility issues in mid-life what kind of nursing are you doing and how does it affect your day-to-day?
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Anyway I really want to get into nursing and go back to uni to make this happen. I've been working towards this, I also have ADHD diagnosis last year. I'm 41 F.
Is nursing going to be viable for me? It took me a really long time to decide what I want to do but nursing fits all my boxes. I know it's a career with lots of different options and maybe later I could do a postgrad in something else but I'm not exactly sure the other paths to consider at this stage. So I'm just wondering if any any nurses out there breaking with hypermobility issues in mid-life what kind of nursing are you doing and how does it affect your day-to-day?
2024.05.17 08:46 Then_Meringue_4975 Severe Body Aches & Pains
To preface, I used to take Doxy every day for months during Covid for acne, but eventually stopped due to not feeling comfortable relying on an antibiotic so much- even when taken with probiotics. I’ve been able to keep my acne at bay with Spironolactone and a tailored skin routine.
But then last week for the first time ever I broke out into a rosacea flare up around my eyes and cheeks (ocular rosacea). I went to my dermatologist and she prescribed me Doxy 50mg for two weeks. After it seemed like the rosacea was getting worse they upped me to 200 mg a day. I took the two pills along with food, water, and a probiotic and had no stomach pain or discomfort. When I woke up the next day I felt relatively fine until two hours later when I touched my skin and it hurt.
I went to work and as the hours passed my entire body was riddled with aches and pains- I was shivering from feeling cold (to the point my nails were turning blue) and had to leave early to go to a doctor. The doctor did a Flu test and it came back negative, my throat looks fine and the lymph nodes weren’t swollen. He said that the main culprit is most likely the Doxy and to stop taking it to see if I improve.
And while the Doxy isn’t out of my system yet, I still feel terrible. Everything aches and pains as if I have a flu without the other flu symptoms (stomach pain, cough, etc.) My skin feels super sensitive to the touch, my neck and back are stiff and it’s gotten to the point where doing simple tasks such as eating and showering was a chore because I feel so rigid and weak.
My doctor explained that even though I’ve tolerated Doxy in the past, my immune system has changed over the two years and may have developed a sensitivity to it. Saying that my immune system is reacting to the Doxy and thinks there’s an infection so it’s reacting accordingly (hence the aches and pains). I only took the Doxy for 3 days before stopping use.
I just wanted to know if this is a common experience by others, and if so, how long after stopping Doxy did it take for the severe pains and chills to subside? Also, just as a heads up to people who may be starting the medication that it’s a possible side effect. It was helping the rosacea flare up, but the pain is not worth it. I’m going to stay off it and keep track of how I feel to decide whether the Doxy is the culprit or not.
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But then last week for the first time ever I broke out into a rosacea flare up around my eyes and cheeks (ocular rosacea). I went to my dermatologist and she prescribed me Doxy 50mg for two weeks. After it seemed like the rosacea was getting worse they upped me to 200 mg a day. I took the two pills along with food, water, and a probiotic and had no stomach pain or discomfort. When I woke up the next day I felt relatively fine until two hours later when I touched my skin and it hurt.
I went to work and as the hours passed my entire body was riddled with aches and pains- I was shivering from feeling cold (to the point my nails were turning blue) and had to leave early to go to a doctor. The doctor did a Flu test and it came back negative, my throat looks fine and the lymph nodes weren’t swollen. He said that the main culprit is most likely the Doxy and to stop taking it to see if I improve.
And while the Doxy isn’t out of my system yet, I still feel terrible. Everything aches and pains as if I have a flu without the other flu symptoms (stomach pain, cough, etc.) My skin feels super sensitive to the touch, my neck and back are stiff and it’s gotten to the point where doing simple tasks such as eating and showering was a chore because I feel so rigid and weak.
My doctor explained that even though I’ve tolerated Doxy in the past, my immune system has changed over the two years and may have developed a sensitivity to it. Saying that my immune system is reacting to the Doxy and thinks there’s an infection so it’s reacting accordingly (hence the aches and pains). I only took the Doxy for 3 days before stopping use.
I just wanted to know if this is a common experience by others, and if so, how long after stopping Doxy did it take for the severe pains and chills to subside? Also, just as a heads up to people who may be starting the medication that it’s a possible side effect. It was helping the rosacea flare up, but the pain is not worth it. I’m going to stay off it and keep track of how I feel to decide whether the Doxy is the culprit or not.
2024.05.17 07:17 HaleMarry Thoughts and feelings
So I’ve been asking my fiancé to take me out to eat, and he decided last Friday to take me out. After we ate, we decided to go to his family’s bagrill for a couple drinks. And well one thing lead to another and we ended up staying until they closed (12:30am) and when we got home, I remember my fiancé picking a fight because I smoke pot. But I hadn’t been smoking because we were drinking. And then I of course shut down. I didn’t feel like talking. And he started to corner me, like he always does when I don’t talk and I was drunk so I got really agitated. I hit his chest. Next thing I know, he’s slamming me on the couch. I really don’t remember anything after that. I woke up in the shower with freezing water hitting. When I got up, and went out to the living room, he was on the couch. He woke up and said “maybe I fell in the shower”…. I asked what happened and he said we’d talk about it when I slept more. I went to bed, and when I woke up, my head hurt. It didn’t feel like a normal hangover. It had this like “hollow” feeling of that makes sense. And I had that for a few days, and honestly felt out of it. But when I finally woke up and went into the bathroom, I sat down on the toilet and my entire body hurt. I looked down and I saw all these bruises on my arms/ inner arms, wrist. And all over my legs. I have little finger prints all over, and my nose was cut. But my neck was super super stiff. I asked him what happened again, he said I tried hitting him and he kept holding me down. Well…. We have a camera in our bedroom. And while these events didn’t take place in our bedroom, it did pick up the audio. It sounded like I went to the bathroom and he came into the bathroom and when I told him I didn’t want to talk, you could hear it the sound of scuffling and the towel rack breaking. Like I said, he was in the living room when I got out of the shower. He was asleep on the couch. So I don’t know if something happened and I hit my head and he threw me in the shower? Or if I was so drunk I blacked out? I don’t often black out. And when I do, it’s only when I drink a lot a lot. This is the first time something like this has happened. There was one other time when he was drinking at “man camp” when we first started dating which wasn’t long ago, and all of his friends and us were playing a board game. Well they all wanted to eat “thc gummies” and he couldn’t partake because he gets drug tested frequently at his job. But I could. And I wanted to, and without even thinking about it, I put it in my mouth. He quickly pried my mouth open, and reached in and grabbed the gummy out of my mouth. Literally everyone saw…. I was so embarrassed. His friends made him apologize the next morning. But still, we are suppose to get married in a few months, and I moved across country for him and gave up my entire life. I have no idea what to do.
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2024.05.17 07:10 Flimsy_Artichoke_440 6 week old kitten
I adopted two kittens from the shelter last Saturday and came home today to the youngest (6 weeks, just about 1lb) dead in their kitty cubby, stiff with her mouth open. She was fine this morning and was eating. She’d had diarrhea since I brought her home even though I bought the same recommended food Hill Science. I’m devastated to have seen my little kitty that way and had to hid it from my 3 year old. The other kitten (2 months) is fine and active. We have a vet visit tomorrow. Has this ever happened to anyone??
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2024.05.17 05:43 gympandabear Seronegative RA or something else?
Hello, I am a 27F who was previously very athletic and into heavy weightlifting. Symptoms started in 2021 and fast forward to now and I can’t weight lift, can barely do my work so relying mainly on my partner, and basically feeling like I’m falling apart.
Family history
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Family history
- Grandmother has severe RA
- Norethindrone birth control, imitrex/sumatriptan, Allegra, just started taking quercetin, tumeric, vitamin D + K, and magnesium. Was on 40mg of prednisone for about a month and recently finished a fast taper last week.
- Always had some form of feeling sick when stressed, grandma with RA said she faced similar symptoms when she was younger
- Dealt with radiating pain in right leg (pinched nerve feeling), low back pain here and there which I thought was due to weak erector spinae and imbalance due to scoliosis because once I started weight training back aching went away
- May: Overworked at job and developed severe debilating joint pain. Couldn’t even lift 10lbs and starting limping because knee was hurting so badly. Saw a primary care who ran blood tests (C reactive, RF, and anti-ccp) all came back normal so the doc brushed it off thinking it was just my body’s response to stress and because I’m young I’m probably fine. Quit my job and 3 months later went back to feeling normal. Took x-rays of knees, hips and shoulders. Sports medicine doc said knees showed some wear and tear, shoulder showed more wear and tear from overuse injury and called it osteoarthritis in the shoulders, hips were slightly uneven but nothing too remarkable
- Nov: got COVID that resulted in lost of smell and taste, hair loss, pretty bad brain fog, etc.
- July: Covid again, but mild and still have memory issues
- August: Joint pain and feeling of overtraining without working out started appearing (would appear in cycles/phases where I would suddenly not be able to workout and then be fine for a month then back to not feeling well for the rest of 2022)
- Sudden major mood swings (which later found out linked to high cortisol levels), migraines becoming more frequent but still manageable, increased heart rate randomly while at rest, frequent dizzy spells (I would need to sit down sometimes) but always felt like in some form of lightheaded or dizzy state and just learned to adjust as my new “normal”
- Nov- Jan (’23) Severe unknown respiratory virus that lead to bell’s palsy (recovered now), found enlarged pituitary on MRI when looking at the bells palsy as well as herniated disc with nerve compression in neck (which now explained the constant pain in shoulders on top of overuse injury)
- Sometime in 2022 I started having some back pain but it was different than what I’d previously experienced. Pain in shoulders started flaring again as well
- Jan-March: Tested high on cortisol multiple times and high ACTH once, looked into Cushing’s diagnosis from here until Feb 2024
- May: Covid pretty bad for a third time. I had a high fever, severe body aches, etc. Saw Endoniologist but was moving so they advised I continued care at my next location
- June/July: started to feel better and hoped it was just my body recovering from the 4 viruses
- September: symptoms appeared again, migraine frequency now increasing to a couple times a month
- Oct: overtraining feeling getting worse, at this point I was not working out as often due to the previous times I wasn’t feeling good I adjusted my training to only a few times a week if that.
- December: Migraine has increased to once a week, did not experience any period of feeling better like I did in 2022 where I had phases of feeling better.
- Saw a new sports medicine doctor for radiating leg pain. Also noted I was feeling spine pain (not muscle but pain in my spine). X-ray didn’t show much so they ordered an MRI and found “L5-S1 mild degenerative disc diseases with small left suarticular zone/foraminal disc protrusion without nerve root compression” even though it stated no nerve compression the doc believed it was still most likely the cause of my leg pain and did a steroid injection in the SI joint which helped for a month but couldn’t explain some of the spine pain I was having. MRI also found “mild joint arthropathy” in L3-L4, “mild hypertrophic facet joint arthropathy” in L4-L5, “left subarticular zone disc protrusion with left foramina extension superimposed on mild diffuse disc bulge. Mild narrowing of the left lateral recess. Mild facet joint arthropathy” in L5-S1.
- Jan: Migraines increase to 2-3 times a week so started on triptans as doc thought it was the same migraines not fully going away. First triptan didn’t really work so started a second one (sumatriptan) and migraine would still last for 2 days (took one pill first day and would help but next day still lingered so would take a second dose and then it would go away). Working out has now changed to be bare minimum (light weight machines)
- Feb: Tested high cortisol again on blood (42, end limit 19), and one salivary cortisol came back high, low vitamin D and increased A1C from October. Referred to endocrinologist again. Endocrinologist PA said severity of symptoms wouldn’t be cushings. Did a dexamethasone test which came back normal and suggested I see Rheumatologist for possible seronegative RA (I didn’t tell the endocrinologist about my previous RA check so when they mentioned if I had heard of RA and I told them I tried testing and it came back negative they then told me about seronegative RA)
- March: Joint symptoms and feeling of overtraining severely increased. Stopped being able to lift weights including machines. Tried to still play volleyball but can barely play. Joint pain now prominent in fingers, wrist and elbows, on top of knees and shoulder pain. Low spine very noticeably in pain. (Not muscular pain, literally pain on the spine). Morning stiffness has increased, back would sometimes feel “stuck” and fingers would ache pretty bad. Weather was also very cold and snowing while randomly switching to 70s and back to snowing which did not help. Migraines calmed down to 2 times a month.
- April: Saw NP at rheumatology who ordered tests and leaning towards RA or AS, more so AS. Placed on high dose of prednisone. Started with 20mg but didn’t help so increased to 40mg which helped (not completely but did notice a difference). On prednisone for about a month (into May). NP took x-rays of hands, hip and feet and said they looked normal. Ordered blood tests which got delayed a month (just received them will note below)
- May/now: Just finished prednisone (was a fast taper from 40 to 30, 20,10,5,5,5) and feeling the pain in my back come back as well as my fingers, elbows, etc. Migraine also came back a lot worse, had a three day long strong migraine that didn’t respond to sumatriptan and had to go to urgent care for a shot. The shot got rid of the migraine for a few days but feeling another one coming back less than a week later.
- Got MRI with contrast of the pelvic and found “mild pubic symphyseal arthritis with osteophytic ridging and mild degenerative marrow signal change” and again the L5-S1 spondylosis
- Due to the messed up labs, I had to get my blood drawn for these test while on 40mg on predinose. These were the notable results: High white blood cell count (11.8 x10 3/UL, reference range 3.8-10.8 x 10 3/UL), Low neutrophils (32%, reference range 42-75%), High lymphocytes (65%, reference range 16-52%), High lympocytes (7.7 x 10 3/UL, reference range 1.2-3.4 x 10 3/UL), Low Carbon Dioxide level (23 nmol/L, reference range 24-33 nmol/L). Rheumatoid factor was normal ( <9 IU/ml, reference range 0-12 IU/ml), C-reactive protein extended range was normal (<0.03 mg/dL, reference range 0-0.5 mg/dL). Erythrocyte sedimentation rate normal (4 mm/Hr, reference range 0-19 mm/Hr). Anti-CCP normal (<16 units, reference range <20 negative). My anti-ccp in 2021 was 3 so while it’s still within normal range it did increase. Hep A antibody abnormal (reactive, however I’m pretty sure I received the Hep A vaccine)
- I feel like having my tests done while on 40mg of prednisone affected my results in a negative way but I’m not sure if it actually affects them or not
2024.05.17 05:32 Accomplished-Emu7752 Stelara and reversible posterior leukoencephalopathy syndrome
Reversible posterior leukoencephalopathy syndrome (RPLS) is one of those rare symptoms of Stelara that causes headaches, vision problems, mental changes, seizures, and swelling in the brain.
I've always had the headaches, mental changes, and visual problems while on stelara (for the last 6 years). I also get spinal pain/stiffness that goes down my back and I to my neck. My get about 2 degrees hotter for several days after taking the injection. I was on prednisone and antihistamines with my stelara dose for awhile. However, the prednisone was discontinued because I was having other negative side effects for taking it so long.
I have noticed over the last few years the mental changes like confusion and brain fog has increased after I take the Stelara. I'm going to be going to a new doctor soon so I don't know if I should address these symptoms or just suck it up like I have been. The Stelara controls my crohns very well.
Has anyone developed RPLS while taking Stelara or another biologic? If so, how long were you on Stelara before you started getting symptoms?
Tl;dr: If you take stelara have you ever experienced RPLS? If so how long after you started and what did your doctor do about it?
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I've always had the headaches, mental changes, and visual problems while on stelara (for the last 6 years). I also get spinal pain/stiffness that goes down my back and I to my neck. My get about 2 degrees hotter for several days after taking the injection. I was on prednisone and antihistamines with my stelara dose for awhile. However, the prednisone was discontinued because I was having other negative side effects for taking it so long.
I have noticed over the last few years the mental changes like confusion and brain fog has increased after I take the Stelara. I'm going to be going to a new doctor soon so I don't know if I should address these symptoms or just suck it up like I have been. The Stelara controls my crohns very well.
Has anyone developed RPLS while taking Stelara or another biologic? If so, how long were you on Stelara before you started getting symptoms?
Tl;dr: If you take stelara have you ever experienced RPLS? If so how long after you started and what did your doctor do about it?
2024.05.17 03:55 Rat_burn07 The Pit [HR]
It’s dark. Loud. Screams, terrible screeches all around. A metallic scent wafting about the air. A vast unending sea lay within the surrounding shadows. Something takes hold of his leg, his leg tucked away within its jaw. He is dragged through the iron scented, pitch black swamp. Can’t breathe. A putrid taste meets his tongue, trying not to swallow as animal instinct takes over in a helpless bout for air. Like fresh morning coffee, the liquid nearly soothes his throat. The revolting taste would have made him heave it all back up if it hadn’t happened so fast. His consciousness is slipping away, this is it.
He awakes. The entity that had wrapped its maws around his leg lay stiff. On close inspection he finds it hadn't suddenly been blessed with grace or any such virtue. What remained of it lay hollow yet with the faintest spasms. It is being consumed. A slave to a system that would like to see to it that it is dealt with and subsequently forgotten within the days passing. He gets up, wading his hands through this decrepit pool. Putting pressure onto his leg is met with a sudden and excruciating force. He falls before hobbling on hands and knees further into the void.
No way to know how long it had been. Days, hours, minutes, seconds. He feels his body beginning to give out. He continues on. Again his body feels as though it is about to fail him. Again he continues. On a loop he begins to tire only to keep going on. In the midst of this monotonous process he has his first real thought; Almost there. He stops, sits up. Looks around. Still nothing. He thinks to himself some more; Where? He doesn't move. Another thought reaches the forefront of his mind; This is hell. His head sinks. He has given up. Content with whatever is to come next. A stomach barren of anything resembling nutritional value in tow with a throat dry enough to collect dust argued in opposition to the sentiment.
He waits silently. Doesn't make even the slightest tremor. For how long yet to be determined. The faintest rise of liquid followed immediately by its descent. Then again. And again. The ripples become more violent. Soundwaves now reach his ear with frequencies so low the most seasoned hunters could miss. Plip. Plip. He listens. Plip. Plip. The noise becomes louder. Something light is making its way towards him. Plip, Plip. Plip, Plip. On four legs. Small. Easy prey. Just need to keep waiting. PLIP, PLIP. He launches toward the noise. Nearly had it. He scrambles, crawling towards the startled entity. Got a leg. He holds on tight, not content with letting his meal get away. Puppeted by his own biological limitations, he uses the leg as if it were a rope with his prize at the other end. Running off of his own body fat he claws his way up, dragging the helpless creature closer and closer. It tries to kick him off. He pulls the leg down towards the bed of that metallic pool. He summons the strength to snap something in the leg, leaving the creature crippled. This is his opportunity to overtake the creature. His reason and steady thinking smothered by the threat of starvation permits him to pull the poor creature's head below the surface. It struggles. Both these creatures fight with everything on the line. The more desperate of the two will determine which one is to go on with the suffering and strife that comes with being in a world such as this, and which will go on as an offering to the cycle of violence that rules the beings that inhabit it. The creature's will is broken. Its struggle leaves it without energy or oxygen. By sheer reflex it takes a breath, opening the floodgates for a great wave of dense liquid to make its way into the lungs. His body has won. It has procured the necessary resources for the sake of his struggle.
With a warm belly he sluggishly pulls himself further along. He tries to wait out the rest of his time, trying to outwit his animalistic sense of preservation. He gives up fighting it. Keeps his mind occupied in another way. What else is in here? How long before I'm the one with my head held down? The very thought of this sends a spark down his back as he halts all movement. He moves with greater purpose, making methodical calculations in his mind as to how much force and speed he puts into each movement. No matter how cautious or slow it's always too loud. If he can hear it, so can anything else. During his gradual progress he takes note of the depth of this shallow metallic sea. He feels for any fluctuations within it. Nothing abnormal yet. Perhaps some beast skulks just beneath the surface remaining undetected. He tenses up in anticipation of such an attack, waiting, conjuring up a myriad of strategies to employ against the unseen enemy. The liquid rises ever so slightly. He attacks. Nothing. He goes stiff. He knows he has just revealed his immediate location to this lowly beast. It got the better of him. After all this time? No. He won’t let some cowardly animal with no more thought process than basic instinct beat him. He is better, more clever, far more deserving of life. He snaps back from his trail of thoughts, diverting focus back to his surroundings. He closes his eyes, putting his other senses at the forefront of his mind. Nothing. He could feel there was something lurking, watching him. It has to be waiting for him to lower his guard, the perfect moment of weakness to take hold of. The liquid around him remains calm with only slight movement. There is no noise. There is nothing. He continues on, weighed down by the things he cannot see.
Time stops once again as he continues his slow trek through the unending sea. The eyes do not, they are just far enough to remain undetected. That much he is sure of. He hopes and prays that something will happen, anything to break the stagnant, menacing aura he is encased within. He prays. Prays that something, even death, will free him from his solitude. His prayers go unanswered. He knows this feeling too well. He has been shunned, if not outright forgotten by whichever force made him come to be. This is the only reasonable conclusion he could possibly draw. No omnipotent presence would subject its own creation to this type of isolation. As he reflects on these thoughts he can feel something deep within his chest ignite. Quickly, it turns into a magnificent blaze. It spreads like a wildfire throughout his body, if it doesn't escape now it will scorch him until all that remains is ash. He screams incoherently. He subjects the void around him to a fury of pure hatred with words alone. He intends to use this great flame within him to burn everything around him, but there is nothing to burn, nothing he can cast into ruin. This only makes the fire more intense. He begins to flail his body around like a ragdoll. He needs for something to come find him. He needs to tear something apart. His screams grate his vocal cords into a bloody heap of flesh. His bloodlust grants him the energy to stand for the first time in a millennium. He runs into the darkness. He will not stop. He cannot stop. Then he feels it. A guttural vibration echoes across the waters. He goes still. A low hum follows. All at once the liquid begins to bubble, small finned creatures jump out of the water in a repeated frenzy, propelled by powerful tails. They explode into a sporadic boil, extending far beyond his field of view. From the darkness protrudes what appears to be a human figure. He braces himself as it slowly makes its way towards him. He can hear his heart rate increase with every step. It pushes forward at a steady crawl. His breathing begins to fall out of sync. It continues on, seemingly unphased by his presence. He knows how little time he has to act. It takes another step forward. He must act now. He runs toward the figure with stretched arms, able to finally satiate his bloodlust. He grabs the figure by the throat, digging his nails into it. It lets out a pathetic whimper. This is his chance. He bites down on its neck resulting in a satisfying crack one might hear snapping a branch. There is no struggle. The figure gurgles as its body lay limp. This game isn’t fit for someone of his caliber. He wants a fight. He takes a moment to look upon his trophy as it lay in the fetal position, pleading for mother to come and make it all better. A boy, likely a squire of some sort, stared up at him. The boy's eyes were blank and begging him for some sort of relief. All he can do is watch as the reality of what he has just done sets in. The boy had a lightweight sword which now lay submerged. He knows there is only one way to save the boy. He searches for the blade, it can’t be far. Wading through the liquid, he searches, knowing each additional second it takes to find only contributes more to the poor boy's misery. Every second that passes he can hear the exasperated breaths that only turn into choking spasms. Here it is, the boy need not wait any longer. As he stands over the boy his attention is diverted. His body tells him to look out into the abyss. He stares for some time, unable to look away. His eyes fixate on the darkness. He sees it. Its unhinged jaw with many lengthy black vines floating atop the surface of the waters. Its eyes stare through him in the same way the boys had. Knotted hair is draped on either side of its head, it appears as if clumps have been ripped out by force. There is skin flaking off of its face revealing gray necrosed patches. Its body stays completely still in a hunched position. Nestled in its mouth where the vines originate are small white dots that appear as though they were the only visible stars in the night sky. The vines extend as they float towards him slowly creeping along. He had always been well acquainted with fear. It has been an ever present force that has pushed him to do the things he never would have otherwise. It has become a comforting presence, reliable, trustworthy. Though at times they may have been at odds, fear has been his greatest supporter, a true companion to guide him throughout life. He knows as long as he listens to fear he can pull through. So why can’t he hear it now?
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He awakes. The entity that had wrapped its maws around his leg lay stiff. On close inspection he finds it hadn't suddenly been blessed with grace or any such virtue. What remained of it lay hollow yet with the faintest spasms. It is being consumed. A slave to a system that would like to see to it that it is dealt with and subsequently forgotten within the days passing. He gets up, wading his hands through this decrepit pool. Putting pressure onto his leg is met with a sudden and excruciating force. He falls before hobbling on hands and knees further into the void.
No way to know how long it had been. Days, hours, minutes, seconds. He feels his body beginning to give out. He continues on. Again his body feels as though it is about to fail him. Again he continues. On a loop he begins to tire only to keep going on. In the midst of this monotonous process he has his first real thought; Almost there. He stops, sits up. Looks around. Still nothing. He thinks to himself some more; Where? He doesn't move. Another thought reaches the forefront of his mind; This is hell. His head sinks. He has given up. Content with whatever is to come next. A stomach barren of anything resembling nutritional value in tow with a throat dry enough to collect dust argued in opposition to the sentiment.
He waits silently. Doesn't make even the slightest tremor. For how long yet to be determined. The faintest rise of liquid followed immediately by its descent. Then again. And again. The ripples become more violent. Soundwaves now reach his ear with frequencies so low the most seasoned hunters could miss. Plip. Plip. He listens. Plip. Plip. The noise becomes louder. Something light is making its way towards him. Plip, Plip. Plip, Plip. On four legs. Small. Easy prey. Just need to keep waiting. PLIP, PLIP. He launches toward the noise. Nearly had it. He scrambles, crawling towards the startled entity. Got a leg. He holds on tight, not content with letting his meal get away. Puppeted by his own biological limitations, he uses the leg as if it were a rope with his prize at the other end. Running off of his own body fat he claws his way up, dragging the helpless creature closer and closer. It tries to kick him off. He pulls the leg down towards the bed of that metallic pool. He summons the strength to snap something in the leg, leaving the creature crippled. This is his opportunity to overtake the creature. His reason and steady thinking smothered by the threat of starvation permits him to pull the poor creature's head below the surface. It struggles. Both these creatures fight with everything on the line. The more desperate of the two will determine which one is to go on with the suffering and strife that comes with being in a world such as this, and which will go on as an offering to the cycle of violence that rules the beings that inhabit it. The creature's will is broken. Its struggle leaves it without energy or oxygen. By sheer reflex it takes a breath, opening the floodgates for a great wave of dense liquid to make its way into the lungs. His body has won. It has procured the necessary resources for the sake of his struggle.
With a warm belly he sluggishly pulls himself further along. He tries to wait out the rest of his time, trying to outwit his animalistic sense of preservation. He gives up fighting it. Keeps his mind occupied in another way. What else is in here? How long before I'm the one with my head held down? The very thought of this sends a spark down his back as he halts all movement. He moves with greater purpose, making methodical calculations in his mind as to how much force and speed he puts into each movement. No matter how cautious or slow it's always too loud. If he can hear it, so can anything else. During his gradual progress he takes note of the depth of this shallow metallic sea. He feels for any fluctuations within it. Nothing abnormal yet. Perhaps some beast skulks just beneath the surface remaining undetected. He tenses up in anticipation of such an attack, waiting, conjuring up a myriad of strategies to employ against the unseen enemy. The liquid rises ever so slightly. He attacks. Nothing. He goes stiff. He knows he has just revealed his immediate location to this lowly beast. It got the better of him. After all this time? No. He won’t let some cowardly animal with no more thought process than basic instinct beat him. He is better, more clever, far more deserving of life. He snaps back from his trail of thoughts, diverting focus back to his surroundings. He closes his eyes, putting his other senses at the forefront of his mind. Nothing. He could feel there was something lurking, watching him. It has to be waiting for him to lower his guard, the perfect moment of weakness to take hold of. The liquid around him remains calm with only slight movement. There is no noise. There is nothing. He continues on, weighed down by the things he cannot see.
Time stops once again as he continues his slow trek through the unending sea. The eyes do not, they are just far enough to remain undetected. That much he is sure of. He hopes and prays that something will happen, anything to break the stagnant, menacing aura he is encased within. He prays. Prays that something, even death, will free him from his solitude. His prayers go unanswered. He knows this feeling too well. He has been shunned, if not outright forgotten by whichever force made him come to be. This is the only reasonable conclusion he could possibly draw. No omnipotent presence would subject its own creation to this type of isolation. As he reflects on these thoughts he can feel something deep within his chest ignite. Quickly, it turns into a magnificent blaze. It spreads like a wildfire throughout his body, if it doesn't escape now it will scorch him until all that remains is ash. He screams incoherently. He subjects the void around him to a fury of pure hatred with words alone. He intends to use this great flame within him to burn everything around him, but there is nothing to burn, nothing he can cast into ruin. This only makes the fire more intense. He begins to flail his body around like a ragdoll. He needs for something to come find him. He needs to tear something apart. His screams grate his vocal cords into a bloody heap of flesh. His bloodlust grants him the energy to stand for the first time in a millennium. He runs into the darkness. He will not stop. He cannot stop. Then he feels it. A guttural vibration echoes across the waters. He goes still. A low hum follows. All at once the liquid begins to bubble, small finned creatures jump out of the water in a repeated frenzy, propelled by powerful tails. They explode into a sporadic boil, extending far beyond his field of view. From the darkness protrudes what appears to be a human figure. He braces himself as it slowly makes its way towards him. He can hear his heart rate increase with every step. It pushes forward at a steady crawl. His breathing begins to fall out of sync. It continues on, seemingly unphased by his presence. He knows how little time he has to act. It takes another step forward. He must act now. He runs toward the figure with stretched arms, able to finally satiate his bloodlust. He grabs the figure by the throat, digging his nails into it. It lets out a pathetic whimper. This is his chance. He bites down on its neck resulting in a satisfying crack one might hear snapping a branch. There is no struggle. The figure gurgles as its body lay limp. This game isn’t fit for someone of his caliber. He wants a fight. He takes a moment to look upon his trophy as it lay in the fetal position, pleading for mother to come and make it all better. A boy, likely a squire of some sort, stared up at him. The boy's eyes were blank and begging him for some sort of relief. All he can do is watch as the reality of what he has just done sets in. The boy had a lightweight sword which now lay submerged. He knows there is only one way to save the boy. He searches for the blade, it can’t be far. Wading through the liquid, he searches, knowing each additional second it takes to find only contributes more to the poor boy's misery. Every second that passes he can hear the exasperated breaths that only turn into choking spasms. Here it is, the boy need not wait any longer. As he stands over the boy his attention is diverted. His body tells him to look out into the abyss. He stares for some time, unable to look away. His eyes fixate on the darkness. He sees it. Its unhinged jaw with many lengthy black vines floating atop the surface of the waters. Its eyes stare through him in the same way the boys had. Knotted hair is draped on either side of its head, it appears as if clumps have been ripped out by force. There is skin flaking off of its face revealing gray necrosed patches. Its body stays completely still in a hunched position. Nestled in its mouth where the vines originate are small white dots that appear as though they were the only visible stars in the night sky. The vines extend as they float towards him slowly creeping along. He had always been well acquainted with fear. It has been an ever present force that has pushed him to do the things he never would have otherwise. It has become a comforting presence, reliable, trustworthy. Though at times they may have been at odds, fear has been his greatest supporter, a true companion to guide him throughout life. He knows as long as he listens to fear he can pull through. So why can’t he hear it now?
2024.05.17 03:26 dingdongdadefrmdumas Rear ended at a red light, next step?
Last Friday, I was stopped at a red light; I always look in my rear view mirror as I'm terrified of being rear ended. The light turned green, and before I could take my foot off the brake, a lady flew up behind me and hit me at about 25 mph. It snapped my neck a little bit, I pulled over and was shocked there was barely any damage to her or my car. Police came and said because it was minimum damage that they'd give me a report number and just stay there for standby while we exchanged insurance info.
Here's my question, on Monday my back and neck started feeling stiff. Should I call her insurance? Go to a chiropractor? I just don't want to have to foot the bill.
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Here's my question, on Monday my back and neck started feeling stiff. Should I call her insurance? Go to a chiropractor? I just don't want to have to foot the bill.
2024.05.17 02:58 steph8241 Frustrated that sinusitis and silent reflux have the same symptoms and I feel like I can't figure out which one it is because both treatments cause dry mouth and my main issue is dry mouth/throat/nose so treatments are just making it worse. (venting)
Since January I've experienced all kinds of sinus and throat issues after getting a virus in December and taking antibiotics. I've had a tight, swollen feeling throat, incredibly dry mouth, tingling and burning tongue, intense pressure above my teeth when in hot weather, post nasal drip, dry nasal passages, random stuffiness in my nose that comes and goes, dry nose, and stiff neck. The symptoms have changed and evolved over the last couple months. The tongue tingling confused all my doctors which led to me getting an endoscopy that came back fine. I was told I had chronic sinusitis two weeks into being sick, which confused me how he knew it was chronic so early. Over the last couple months I've tried Allegra which made me worse because of the dryness, Neil Med which my nose was too swollen to get it to go through the other side, and Budesonide steroid spray which gave me heart palpitations. I had a lump in my throat feeling in January so my gastro doctor told me I'm probably having silent reflux again and put my on omeprazole. Within two days I've developed an even worse dry mouth and now my tongue tingling is back because I'm realizing that it's the dryness that's causing the tingling. At this point every medicine has made me feel worse and now I'm scared of both trying new medicines and eating food because I'm confused if I actually have acid reflux or not. I feel so lost and I feel like I can't try any medicine to treat whichever I have because I think dry nasal passages are actually causing all my symptoms and all the medicines also cause dryness.
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2024.05.17 02:47 karenvideoeditor Saying Goodbye
Going into a career where you’ve got a fair chance of being ostracized probably isn’t what my parents had in mind when they paid for me to get a bachelor’s in magical theory. I know when I graduated and told them I was going into necromancy, they looked like they were sucking on a lemon. But they knew me well enough to know I was smart enough to do things the right way, and stubborn enough not to let societal taboos stand in my way.
Every time I have a job, I’m reminded of why I do this. Sure, many of my gigs are helping farmers whose crops are dying, the law doesn’t have anything to say on that kind of work, and that pays a good amount of my bills. But the ones who need a few minutes (all the law allows) to say goodbye, who lost someone in the blink of an eye, who are burdened with the pain of their heart being torn out of their chest, those people have nowhere else to turn. Well, they technically do, and that’s therapy. But being allowed a goodbye is a good start.
Though there are the occasional clients who sneak past my interview process just to interrogate the deceased about an affair or some such nonsense. Those are irritating.
Much of my day is spent at home, tending to the garden that grows the plants needed for my spells, which I brew myself. It was winter now, though, so I was in my workshop, making use of my harvest, dried and ground up, to mix together and enchant the potions. Occasionally I get walk-ins though, and so when the doorbell rang that morning, it didn’t quite catch me off guard.
The boy at the door did, though. His name was Harvey, and he lived a few doors down. And he was in floods of tears that were only now tapering off.
“What’s wrong?” I cried, crouching to his height. “Harvey, what happened?”
“It’s Sage,” he whimpered. “She-She died.”
“Oh, honey,” I breathed. “I’m so sorry.” The boy’s dog was part of their family, adopted as a puppy. I recall her being seven or eight years old now, and especially for a boy of eleven years old, that was a tragedy. The words sunk in then. “Did you…did your family want to hire me?” He nodded. “What happened? How did she die?”
“She got spooked and ran off last night during the thunderstorm,” he said quietly. “We couldn’t find her. She came back this morning and something had…attacked her. A coyote, maybe. She barely made it back home before…” Tears glistened in her eyes. “When we went outside to look for her, she was on the porch, and she was already gone.”
“Okay,” I said. Without another word, I grabbed my purse and coat and shut the door behind me, following the boy to his house.
Out in the backyard, his parents sat tiredly in two patio chairs, looking worse for the wear and in mid-conversation. They were surprised by my appearance, and both rose to their feet. “Caroline! What are you-” Patricia’s face went slack with comprehension as she set eyes on her son. “Harvey went to fetch you. Are you sure you want to-”
“I’ve done this kind of work before,” I assured her. She just nodded slowly, and she and her husband Brian sat back down, taking her husband’s hand. Walking over to the dog, it wasn’t quite as gruesome a sight as I’d worried it would be, the attack just leaving blood caked on the left side of her neck. I also saw some on her paws; she’d put up enough of a fight to get away. To get home.
Kneeling down in the grass, crackling under my knees, the blades still stiff from the overnight chill, I took two potions from my purse. One of each that I always kept on hand for emergencies. The first was a syringe and I injected it into the dog’s neck, an anesthetic so the dog wouldn’t awaken in pain, charmed to supernaturally spread through the body since the heart wasn’t beating. I poured the second potion on my hands before rubbing them together, reciting the incantation under my breath, and laid my hands on the dog’s body, feeling the power slide through them and getting to work immediately.
A minute or so later, the dog’s weary eyes opened as her chest started to rise and fall and her gaze slid around until they caught on Harvey’s eyes. He burst into quiet tears again, sitting down and pulling the dog’s head onto his leg, stroking her gently. “Hey girl,” he whispered. “I’m here. You’re safe, you made it home. I’m here, Sage.”
The dog blinked up at him, tired from her struggles, but her tail thumped against the ground regardless, a slow, regular metronome. She shut her eyes at the scratches behind her ears and the kiss he gave her on her head. “You’re a strong girl,” he murmured. “Good girl. And I’m here. You don’t have to go alone. We’re all here.”
I brushed away tears from my eyes before they could fall, letting the boy comfort the dog in her last moments, letting him lean his forehead against hers, breathing in her scent. Then eventually, the dog’s breathing slowed, her tail lost its strength and rested against the ground and, as Harvey stroked the smooth hair on her head, she drifted away once again.
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Every time I have a job, I’m reminded of why I do this. Sure, many of my gigs are helping farmers whose crops are dying, the law doesn’t have anything to say on that kind of work, and that pays a good amount of my bills. But the ones who need a few minutes (all the law allows) to say goodbye, who lost someone in the blink of an eye, who are burdened with the pain of their heart being torn out of their chest, those people have nowhere else to turn. Well, they technically do, and that’s therapy. But being allowed a goodbye is a good start.
Though there are the occasional clients who sneak past my interview process just to interrogate the deceased about an affair or some such nonsense. Those are irritating.
Much of my day is spent at home, tending to the garden that grows the plants needed for my spells, which I brew myself. It was winter now, though, so I was in my workshop, making use of my harvest, dried and ground up, to mix together and enchant the potions. Occasionally I get walk-ins though, and so when the doorbell rang that morning, it didn’t quite catch me off guard.
The boy at the door did, though. His name was Harvey, and he lived a few doors down. And he was in floods of tears that were only now tapering off.
“What’s wrong?” I cried, crouching to his height. “Harvey, what happened?”
“It’s Sage,” he whimpered. “She-She died.”
“Oh, honey,” I breathed. “I’m so sorry.” The boy’s dog was part of their family, adopted as a puppy. I recall her being seven or eight years old now, and especially for a boy of eleven years old, that was a tragedy. The words sunk in then. “Did you…did your family want to hire me?” He nodded. “What happened? How did she die?”
“She got spooked and ran off last night during the thunderstorm,” he said quietly. “We couldn’t find her. She came back this morning and something had…attacked her. A coyote, maybe. She barely made it back home before…” Tears glistened in her eyes. “When we went outside to look for her, she was on the porch, and she was already gone.”
“Okay,” I said. Without another word, I grabbed my purse and coat and shut the door behind me, following the boy to his house.
Out in the backyard, his parents sat tiredly in two patio chairs, looking worse for the wear and in mid-conversation. They were surprised by my appearance, and both rose to their feet. “Caroline! What are you-” Patricia’s face went slack with comprehension as she set eyes on her son. “Harvey went to fetch you. Are you sure you want to-”
“I’ve done this kind of work before,” I assured her. She just nodded slowly, and she and her husband Brian sat back down, taking her husband’s hand. Walking over to the dog, it wasn’t quite as gruesome a sight as I’d worried it would be, the attack just leaving blood caked on the left side of her neck. I also saw some on her paws; she’d put up enough of a fight to get away. To get home.
Kneeling down in the grass, crackling under my knees, the blades still stiff from the overnight chill, I took two potions from my purse. One of each that I always kept on hand for emergencies. The first was a syringe and I injected it into the dog’s neck, an anesthetic so the dog wouldn’t awaken in pain, charmed to supernaturally spread through the body since the heart wasn’t beating. I poured the second potion on my hands before rubbing them together, reciting the incantation under my breath, and laid my hands on the dog’s body, feeling the power slide through them and getting to work immediately.
A minute or so later, the dog’s weary eyes opened as her chest started to rise and fall and her gaze slid around until they caught on Harvey’s eyes. He burst into quiet tears again, sitting down and pulling the dog’s head onto his leg, stroking her gently. “Hey girl,” he whispered. “I’m here. You’re safe, you made it home. I’m here, Sage.”
The dog blinked up at him, tired from her struggles, but her tail thumped against the ground regardless, a slow, regular metronome. She shut her eyes at the scratches behind her ears and the kiss he gave her on her head. “You’re a strong girl,” he murmured. “Good girl. And I’m here. You don’t have to go alone. We’re all here.”
I brushed away tears from my eyes before they could fall, letting the boy comfort the dog in her last moments, letting him lean his forehead against hers, breathing in her scent. Then eventually, the dog’s breathing slowed, her tail lost its strength and rested against the ground and, as Harvey stroked the smooth hair on her head, she drifted away once again.
2024.05.17 02:43 karenvideoeditor Saying Goodbye
Going into a career where you’ve got a fair chance of being ostracized probably isn’t what my parents had in mind when they paid for me to get a bachelor’s in magical theory. I know when I graduated and told them I was going into necromancy, they looked like they were sucking on a lemon. But they knew me well enough to know I was smart enough to do things the right way, and stubborn enough not to let societal taboos stand in my way.
Every time I have a job, I’m reminded of why I do this. Sure, many of my gigs are helping farmers whose crops are dying, the law doesn’t have anything to say on that kind of work, and that pays a good amount of my bills. But the ones who need a few minutes (all the law allows) to say goodbye, who lost someone in the blink of an eye, who are burdened with the pain of their heart being torn out of their chest, those people have nowhere else to turn. Well, they technically do, and that’s therapy. But being allowed a goodbye is a good start.
Though there are the occasional clients who sneak past my interview process just to interrogate the deceased about an affair or some such nonsense. Those are irritating.
Much of my day is spent at home, tending to the garden that grows the plants needed for my spells, which I brew myself. It was winter now, though, so I was in my workshop, making use of my harvest, dried and ground up, to mix together and enchant the potions. Occasionally I get walk-ins though, and so when the doorbell rang that morning, it didn’t quite catch me off guard.
The boy at the door did, though. His name was Harvey, and he lived a few doors down. And he was in floods of tears that were only now tapering off.
“What’s wrong?” I cried, crouching to his height. “Harvey, what happened?”
“It’s Sage,” he whimpered. “She-She died.”
“Oh, honey,” I breathed. “I’m so sorry.” The boy’s dog was part of their family, adopted as a puppy. I recall her being seven or eight years old now, and especially for a boy of eleven years old, that was a tragedy. The words sunk in then. “Did you…did your family want to hire me?” He nodded. “What happened? How did she die?”
“She got spooked and ran off last night during the thunderstorm,” he said quietly. “We couldn’t find her. She came back this morning and something had…attacked her. A coyote, maybe. She barely made it back home before…” Tears glistened in her eyes. “When we went outside to look for her, she was on the porch, and she was already gone.”
“Okay,” I said. Without another word, I grabbed my purse and coat and shut the door behind me, following the boy to his house.
Out in the backyard, his parents sat tiredly in two patio chairs, looking worse for the wear and in mid-conversation. They were surprised by my appearance, and both rose to their feet. “Caroline! What are you-” Patricia’s face went slack with comprehension as she set eyes on her son. “Harvey went to fetch you. Are you sure you want to-”
“I’ve done this kind of work before,” I assured her. She just nodded slowly, and she and her husband Brian sat back down, taking her husband’s hand. Walking over to the dog, it wasn’t quite as gruesome a sight as I’d worried it would be, the attack just leaving blood caked on the left side of her neck. I also saw some on her paws; she’d put up enough of a fight to get away. To get home.
Kneeling down in the grass, crackling under my knees, the blades still stiff from the overnight chill, I took two potions from my purse. One of each that I always kept on hand for emergencies. The first was a syringe and I injected it into the dog’s neck, an anesthetic so the dog wouldn’t awaken in pain, charmed to supernaturally spread through the body since the heart wasn’t beating. I poured the second potion on my hands before rubbing them together, reciting the incantation under my breath, and laid my hands on the dog’s body, feeling the power slide through them and getting to work immediately.
A minute or so later, the dog’s weary eyes opened as her chest started to rise and fall and her gaze slid around until they caught on Harvey’s eyes. He burst into quiet tears again, sitting down and pulling the dog’s head onto his leg, stroking her gently. “Hey girl,” he whispered. “I’m here. You’re safe, you made it home. I’m here, Sage.”
The dog blinked up at him, tired from her struggles, but her tail thumped against the ground regardless, a slow, regular metronome. She shut her eyes at the scratches behind her ears and the kiss he gave her on her head. “You’re a strong girl,” he murmured. “Good girl. And I’m here. You don’t have to go alone. We’re all here.”
I brushed away tears from my eyes before they could fall, letting the boy comfort the dog in her last moments, letting him lean his forehead against hers, breathing in her scent. Then eventually, the dog’s breathing slowed, her tail lost its strength and rested against the ground and, as Harvey stroked the smooth hair on her head, she drifted away once again.
***
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Every time I have a job, I’m reminded of why I do this. Sure, many of my gigs are helping farmers whose crops are dying, the law doesn’t have anything to say on that kind of work, and that pays a good amount of my bills. But the ones who need a few minutes (all the law allows) to say goodbye, who lost someone in the blink of an eye, who are burdened with the pain of their heart being torn out of their chest, those people have nowhere else to turn. Well, they technically do, and that’s therapy. But being allowed a goodbye is a good start.
Though there are the occasional clients who sneak past my interview process just to interrogate the deceased about an affair or some such nonsense. Those are irritating.
Much of my day is spent at home, tending to the garden that grows the plants needed for my spells, which I brew myself. It was winter now, though, so I was in my workshop, making use of my harvest, dried and ground up, to mix together and enchant the potions. Occasionally I get walk-ins though, and so when the doorbell rang that morning, it didn’t quite catch me off guard.
The boy at the door did, though. His name was Harvey, and he lived a few doors down. And he was in floods of tears that were only now tapering off.
“What’s wrong?” I cried, crouching to his height. “Harvey, what happened?”
“It’s Sage,” he whimpered. “She-She died.”
“Oh, honey,” I breathed. “I’m so sorry.” The boy’s dog was part of their family, adopted as a puppy. I recall her being seven or eight years old now, and especially for a boy of eleven years old, that was a tragedy. The words sunk in then. “Did you…did your family want to hire me?” He nodded. “What happened? How did she die?”
“She got spooked and ran off last night during the thunderstorm,” he said quietly. “We couldn’t find her. She came back this morning and something had…attacked her. A coyote, maybe. She barely made it back home before…” Tears glistened in her eyes. “When we went outside to look for her, she was on the porch, and she was already gone.”
“Okay,” I said. Without another word, I grabbed my purse and coat and shut the door behind me, following the boy to his house.
Out in the backyard, his parents sat tiredly in two patio chairs, looking worse for the wear and in mid-conversation. They were surprised by my appearance, and both rose to their feet. “Caroline! What are you-” Patricia’s face went slack with comprehension as she set eyes on her son. “Harvey went to fetch you. Are you sure you want to-”
“I’ve done this kind of work before,” I assured her. She just nodded slowly, and she and her husband Brian sat back down, taking her husband’s hand. Walking over to the dog, it wasn’t quite as gruesome a sight as I’d worried it would be, the attack just leaving blood caked on the left side of her neck. I also saw some on her paws; she’d put up enough of a fight to get away. To get home.
Kneeling down in the grass, crackling under my knees, the blades still stiff from the overnight chill, I took two potions from my purse. One of each that I always kept on hand for emergencies. The first was a syringe and I injected it into the dog’s neck, an anesthetic so the dog wouldn’t awaken in pain, charmed to supernaturally spread through the body since the heart wasn’t beating. I poured the second potion on my hands before rubbing them together, reciting the incantation under my breath, and laid my hands on the dog’s body, feeling the power slide through them and getting to work immediately.
A minute or so later, the dog’s weary eyes opened as her chest started to rise and fall and her gaze slid around until they caught on Harvey’s eyes. He burst into quiet tears again, sitting down and pulling the dog’s head onto his leg, stroking her gently. “Hey girl,” he whispered. “I’m here. You’re safe, you made it home. I’m here, Sage.”
The dog blinked up at him, tired from her struggles, but her tail thumped against the ground regardless, a slow, regular metronome. She shut her eyes at the scratches behind her ears and the kiss he gave her on her head. “You’re a strong girl,” he murmured. “Good girl. And I’m here. You don’t have to go alone. We’re all here.”
I brushed away tears from my eyes before they could fall, letting the boy comfort the dog in her last moments, letting him lean his forehead against hers, breathing in her scent. Then eventually, the dog’s breathing slowed, her tail lost its strength and rested against the ground and, as Harvey stroked the smooth hair on her head, she drifted away once again.
***
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2024.05.17 02:04 Ok_Feature5662 Parkinson’s or Parkinson’s Plus?
30/f/USA
In February I was diagnosed with Cervical Dystonia with a side of parkinsonism. In 2015 I had spent a year partying at raves (you can guess the type of dr*gs at those things) and when I got pregnant I stopped but after giving birth in 2016 the neurological issues began. A few years ago I tried a mood stabilizer thinking that’s what I needed- well, that almost killed me and triggered a ton of new and worsened symptoms. A year ago my gait changed and I no longer walk normal. My left arm barely moves when I walk. I did genetic testing that I haven’t shared with my specialists yet and have risks for Parkinson’s, Alzheimer, dementia, mitochondrial disease.. I have been seeing specialists but I am also gaining insight and advice as I go. Anyone have any thoughts? I know I left out a lot. Also I have been going to a YOPD support group and I fit in there but still don’t have full confirmation. I’m scared it’s even worse than regular Parkinson’s.
Here’s a list of my current symptoms:
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In February I was diagnosed with Cervical Dystonia with a side of parkinsonism. In 2015 I had spent a year partying at raves (you can guess the type of dr*gs at those things) and when I got pregnant I stopped but after giving birth in 2016 the neurological issues began. A few years ago I tried a mood stabilizer thinking that’s what I needed- well, that almost killed me and triggered a ton of new and worsened symptoms. A year ago my gait changed and I no longer walk normal. My left arm barely moves when I walk. I did genetic testing that I haven’t shared with my specialists yet and have risks for Parkinson’s, Alzheimer, dementia, mitochondrial disease.. I have been seeing specialists but I am also gaining insight and advice as I go. Anyone have any thoughts? I know I left out a lot. Also I have been going to a YOPD support group and I fit in there but still don’t have full confirmation. I’m scared it’s even worse than regular Parkinson’s.
Here’s a list of my current symptoms:
- Tremors (internal vibration, visible shaking with physical exertion)
- Slow movements. Feeling frozen and stiff like the tin man
- Uncoordinated/weird gait
- Stiff trunk and shoulders
- Widespread muscle twitching/dancing
- RLS
- Excessive Clumsiness- dropping things, running into walls, spilling everything, falling when getting dressed
- Vertigo
- Migraine with aura
- Episodes of confusion, unable to process thoughts or my surroundings when driving or in a group of people
- Neck pain and painful back spasms
- Saying words wrong, trouble finding words
- Vision problems
- Smelling things that aren’t there/smelling things wrong
- Memory terrible
- Dystonia
- Random shivers and chills
2024.05.17 00:29 ChaCha-Charlie My bed
 | DISCLAIMER. I am not saying anyone should sleep on the floor nor that sleeping on the floor cures back pain. This is merely my experience. submitted by ChaCha-Charlie to Minimal_Setups [link] [comments] I used to suffer from terrible back pain. One day I passed out on the floor and was too tired to get up. I woke up with the worst stiff neck and shoulders. The pain was a 7 out of 10. Despite the neck and shoulder discomfort I noticed something unusual; my back felt good. As if I had a long massage. The next day I got rid of my mattress. The discomfort on my neck and shoulders increased yet my back was feeling better. I bought multiple side pillows to help my neck and shoulders but nothing helped. I found that a low pillow or no pillow was best. After 2 months I started developing a numbness around my neck and shoulder area. I began to doubt floor sleeping but my stubbornness made me keep going mainly because my back was feeling great. It took 6 months before my neck and shoulders got used to sleeping on the floor. Six. Long. Painful. Months. But now I sleep on the floor in full comfort. I’m so accustomed to the floor that nw my back, neck and shoulders hurt when I sleep on any mattress. TLDR: The fact that floor sleeping allows me the freedom of living without a bulky mattress is a big cherry on top. I do it because it makes me feel good. |
2024.05.16 23:51 Joebidens1braincell I’ve tried almost everything, what haven’t I tried?
At a dead end with experimentation and looking for input on my situation!
I got Covid In October 2022 while already sick with a sinus infection and on antibiotics. It was a mild infection I developed constipation and insomnia that has not left since I fell ill. Things popped off 2 weeks later after I hit the gym.
Highlights: (from October 2022 - Present) - I tested with a 12.6 on the longhauler index under the cytokine panel (may 2023) with Bruce Patterson, last test In march 2024 i was under 1. - progression from slight intestinal methane overgrowth in 2023 to a significant methane overgrowth and addition of hydrogen SIBO in present) - I have done antimicrobial treatment and had an FMT, currently on antimicrobials again and still only passing stool once in very other day very constipated - cognitive impairment, depressive thoughts (this is volatile on a day to day basis i will go through periods where I don’t feel significantly overwhelmed and stressed, and then I will feel like everything is manageable and so I don’t have these feelings or thoughts), malaise, brain fog, muscle twitching, sensitivity to sounds, head pressure between eyes and on temples, memory troubles, very stiff neck and mid back on and off, terrible insomnia (needs medication) if not I get hypnic jerks on repeat for hours and an very overwhelming feeling in my body that can best be described as anxious, restless, and I get squeamish. I will eventually sleep but it will take 6 hours and it will be of exhaustion. - I’ve had chronic sinus infections every day for the past 19 months they have improved significantly once I halted probiotics. Was blood and green snot every day
Summary of abnormal testing: 2023: Basophils have been consistently above high normal on some tests and normal on others - above high normal progesterone - h pylori (been dealt with) - slightly elevated histamine (plasma) - slightly below normal natural killer cells - SPECT scan (concentration) showed some low levels of blood flow to 6 major areas of brain, the write up mentioned results show a likely past brain injury. I’ve never had a brain injury in my life -> I know it’s from Covid just don’t know how it fits in the puzzle . - my organic acid test had above high normal 4-hydroxyphenylacetic arabinose, glycolic, oxalic, 3-methtylglutaric acid. And below normal pyruvic acid. Was also notably on the lower end of a lot of my amino acid metabolites - very mild ochratoxin A mild residue on mold test (was treated)
Crossed off: - Covid spike (in blood) - negative Lyme, negative EBV - majority of autoimmune tests - B cell testing - cytokine testing - Mast cell activation markers Lymphocyte markers (cd3, cd4, cd8) - normal general blood testing, complement testing (c3, c4, CH50), differential testing, general hematology, , lgG, IgM, IgE, IgA, , c reactive, liver enzymes, cortisol am, glucose random, rheumatoid factor, vit D, thyroglobulin AB, thyroid peroxidase AB, cholesterol, HDL, LDL, triglycerides, t4 free, Tsh, potassium, sodium, fsh, estradiol, testosterone, dheas, insulin
If you made it this far in my little essay cheers loooool this shit is absolutely fucking insane, you’re not alone 😂. I am seeing an infectious disease specialist in July and am looking to book a neurologist. I look forward to your responses and wishing you all the best guys🙏
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I got Covid In October 2022 while already sick with a sinus infection and on antibiotics. It was a mild infection I developed constipation and insomnia that has not left since I fell ill. Things popped off 2 weeks later after I hit the gym.
Highlights: (from October 2022 - Present) - I tested with a 12.6 on the longhauler index under the cytokine panel (may 2023) with Bruce Patterson, last test In march 2024 i was under 1. - progression from slight intestinal methane overgrowth in 2023 to a significant methane overgrowth and addition of hydrogen SIBO in present) - I have done antimicrobial treatment and had an FMT, currently on antimicrobials again and still only passing stool once in very other day very constipated - cognitive impairment, depressive thoughts (this is volatile on a day to day basis i will go through periods where I don’t feel significantly overwhelmed and stressed, and then I will feel like everything is manageable and so I don’t have these feelings or thoughts), malaise, brain fog, muscle twitching, sensitivity to sounds, head pressure between eyes and on temples, memory troubles, very stiff neck and mid back on and off, terrible insomnia (needs medication) if not I get hypnic jerks on repeat for hours and an very overwhelming feeling in my body that can best be described as anxious, restless, and I get squeamish. I will eventually sleep but it will take 6 hours and it will be of exhaustion. - I’ve had chronic sinus infections every day for the past 19 months they have improved significantly once I halted probiotics. Was blood and green snot every day
Summary of abnormal testing: 2023: Basophils have been consistently above high normal on some tests and normal on others - above high normal progesterone - h pylori (been dealt with) - slightly elevated histamine (plasma) - slightly below normal natural killer cells - SPECT scan (concentration) showed some low levels of blood flow to 6 major areas of brain, the write up mentioned results show a likely past brain injury. I’ve never had a brain injury in my life -> I know it’s from Covid just don’t know how it fits in the puzzle . - my organic acid test had above high normal 4-hydroxyphenylacetic arabinose, glycolic, oxalic, 3-methtylglutaric acid. And below normal pyruvic acid. Was also notably on the lower end of a lot of my amino acid metabolites - very mild ochratoxin A mild residue on mold test (was treated)
Crossed off: - Covid spike (in blood) - negative Lyme, negative EBV - majority of autoimmune tests - B cell testing - cytokine testing - Mast cell activation markers Lymphocyte markers (cd3, cd4, cd8) - normal general blood testing, complement testing (c3, c4, CH50), differential testing, general hematology, , lgG, IgM, IgE, IgA, , c reactive, liver enzymes, cortisol am, glucose random, rheumatoid factor, vit D, thyroglobulin AB, thyroid peroxidase AB, cholesterol, HDL, LDL, triglycerides, t4 free, Tsh, potassium, sodium, fsh, estradiol, testosterone, dheas, insulin
If you made it this far in my little essay cheers loooool this shit is absolutely fucking insane, you’re not alone 😂. I am seeing an infectious disease specialist in July and am looking to book a neurologist. I look forward to your responses and wishing you all the best guys🙏
2024.05.16 23:32 RissaRWx Outfitting linen pants for summer
 | I found these gorgeous 100% linen pants in a straight leg (a true wide leg like most linen makes me look too wide) that would be amazing for summer but I’m not sure how I’d style it. I’m short waisted so tucking in to a high waist is a no go for me unless it’s perfectly monochrome or a really high wide neckline but those can get stuffy in hot weather. I’m thinking maybe a loose-ish short sleeve top with stiff sleeves in a similarly pigmented warm color that tapers in and hits below my natural waist to sort of create a t shape but I’m just not sure. I love how a v-neck vest looks with linen pants but finding one that works well with a larger bust is difficult. Open to thoughts and suggestions. submitted by RissaRWx to SoftDramatics [link] [comments] |
2024.05.16 22:48 EP2452 I was hit by a dump truck while I was driving a company vehicle.
As the title states, yesterday I was hit by a dump truck that was cut off and veered into my lane to avoid hitting the car that cut him off. I drove down into the ditch to avoid a head on collision at 45mph. The dump truck still hit my work truck on the driver side doobed of the truck and spun me out into a power pole. I walked away from the crash slightly sore, but nothing crazy for being hit by a dump truck. I missed work today due to being stiff, having a sore neck and sore shoulder, and a migraine all day. The dump truck claims to have a dash cam, but they said it had to be emailed over to the sheriffs cause it doesn’t have an SD card. Also, the car that cut the dump truck off did not stop and drove away from the scene. I’m wondering if I am able to be reimbursed for the time I am missing from work, or if I have any legal ground without having any major injury to my knowledge. I’m currently sore in my neck and left shoulder from the side airbag deploying and hitting my head/shoulder, and I work in construction, so it’s hard for me to do my job with the tenderness and stiffness of my neck and shoulder.
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2024.05.16 22:08 whatswithnames Has anyone else out there had a nerve block that started your occipital neuralgia?
As title asks, anyone else like this?
I had a MV collisiion that started my neck and back pains. After my first injection (C3-C7) something went wrong. When I got home i immediately took a nap and awoke to my neck had frozen. I was incapable of moving it at all. Doc said it was normal and to rest and destress. took a couple of months but the stiffness went away. Only for it to come roaring back in two dots on the back of my head. Another block, this time occipital. worked like a charm. I was a human again. Then the headaches started coming back, then another block (c3-C7) ended my Life. I woke feeling as if they dropped me head first on the floor. 1 dot on the top of my head, 2 in the back and 1 in the middle of my neck. It'll be going on 6 years next month.
Anyone else have nerve damage from chem blocks?
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I had a MV collisiion that started my neck and back pains. After my first injection (C3-C7) something went wrong. When I got home i immediately took a nap and awoke to my neck had frozen. I was incapable of moving it at all. Doc said it was normal and to rest and destress. took a couple of months but the stiffness went away. Only for it to come roaring back in two dots on the back of my head. Another block, this time occipital. worked like a charm. I was a human again. Then the headaches started coming back, then another block (c3-C7) ended my Life. I woke feeling as if they dropped me head first on the floor. 1 dot on the top of my head, 2 in the back and 1 in the middle of my neck. It'll be going on 6 years next month.
Anyone else have nerve damage from chem blocks?