Sweets and diarrhea

I adopted a Sheepadoodle 3 months ago and he really has been such an angel. He was 10 months old when we got him and he seemed to have missed a lot of training as a puppy. I’ve tried my absolute best training him myself and it’s proven to be a challenge.
The biggest behavioral issue is that he is too playful and bites. We’ve tried redirecting to toys and that works for when he wants to start playing with you or when you’re indoors, but outside is a whole other issue. Sometimes he gets these zoomies and he’ll just lunge at you, mouth wide open trying to bite you. Again I don’t think he is actually being aggressive as he is genuinely a sweetheart, but I feel bad cause he wasn’t trained as a puppy and has these terrible habits when he’s 13 months old. (He’s also a big poodle mix, close to 80 pounds)
It’s hard to just turn around because of how massive he is, it’s hard to ignore him because of his size as well. When we are outside I can’t redirect him to a toy when he’s running at me full speed jumping and hurling himself towards us.
He recently just did this 30 minutes of me writing this and he ripped my shirt and caused a huge gash on my back.
We’re genuinely worried about if there’s something wrong with him or what we could do. I know everyone is against e-collars and I’m trying my best to exhaust every option before needing to use one, but my family is pressing me to get one because they’re worried if that was them outside with him.
I need some advice on what is the best course of action because it seems like our big puppy is regressing in his behavior a bit.
Note: He also has been on and off having diarrhea for a week basically, giving him chicken and rice, sweet potato, pumpkin, and it seems to come and go so idk if that’s part of it too. I am trying to schedule an appointment at the vet atm

SW: 105kg (~231lb) CW: 99.65kg(~220lb) Lost: ~5kg (11lb)
Hi everyone!
First and foremost, sorry for using kg. It’s what I have always used in my home country so had to do the conversion to lb with the aid of google.
Now that week one is out of the books, I hopped on the weighing scale and was pleasantly surprised to be under 100kg for the first time in years!!! I know it’s usually water weight when first starting but I’ll honestly take it! Just being back down in the two digits (in kg) in itself is already crazy satisfying!
As far as appetite suppression, it’s been quite a rollercoaster if I am being honest. There are times where I don’t even think of food (which is sooooo not me pre-mounjaro!), but there are also times where I feel super hungry and end up slipping and eating something unhealthy.
What stood out though is when I ordered a burger from a local food cart which I have always had an obsession over and would order from there regularly, and just after eating a few pieces of chips I was already started to feel full, and when I went on to eat the burger even after forcing myself I could only get to half of it. Mind you this is usually a meal I would have absolutely destroyed with no problem pre-mounjaro. Hence that was honestly amazing and unbelievable to experience! But as I mentioned, there are times where the hunger is back in full force.
I also noticed that I would always wake up very hungry… but if I don’t eat right away that hunger slowly subsides.
As far as side effects, it’s quite hard to tell actually. I did get some diarrhea but I don’t know if that’s purely from mounjaro, as it isn’t uncommon for me to randomly get it for no apparent reason pre-mounjaro.
Another notable thing I noticed is when pinching my belly skin, it almost feels like it’s “separated” a bit from the fat under it. I don’t know if I am just imagining this and it’s always been that way though.
One thing that confused me when taking the second 2.5mg dose is that the voy instruction booklet that cane with the kit says you only need to prime a new pen and don’t need to repeat the priming process for subsequent doses of the same pen. This caught me by surprise as I have seen nearly everyone say to prime before taking each dose. And when messaging voy to seek clarification on this, all they did was send me a link to the instructions, which wasn’t of much use as it didn’t answer why there were conflicting instructions with regards to priming. I thought you always had to prime to get rid of the air in the new needle, but I noticed just by sticking the needle into the pen a tiny drop of the medication comes out which I guess does the job as well hence eliminating the need to prime every time? Honestly don’t know!
As far as ordering the next pen (5mg), how early can I do that? I am eyeing ordering it from medexpress as I believe they are currently the cheapest (please correct me if I am wrong). Ideally I’d want to order it as soon as possible to eliminate any potential delays. Additionally, would any allow me to order the 7.5mg pen this early as well? As I will be traveling around half way through my 5mg “month” and won’t be back until it has run out, hence wanted to order the 7.5mg pen early and just take it with me.
Also wanted to say just how grateful I am to all of you! The level of friendliness and support here is insanely overwhelming! Don’t think I have come across a community this sweet ever before!
Thanks!

My son is 6.5 and has food protein induced allergic proctocolitis (FPIAP) to dairy, eggs, soy, peas, corn and oats. This led us to being on pepticate at 5 months. Food introduction has been really difficult but our GI doctor recommended starting with carrot and sweet potato because they’re very uncommon trigger foods for FPIAP. Carrot went great but sweet potato has gone awful. I know that sweet potato is a very high risk food for FPIES. My understanding of FPIES is that it will be a very acute reaction with extreme vomiting and/or diarrhea, lethargy, etc and resolved within 12 hours. My sons reaction has been different. After trying sweet potato he went from sleeping through the night to being up every 20-30 minutes throughout the night, excessive spitting up for 48+ hours (I wouldn’t call it vomiting, just a very very large amount of frequent spit up) and lastly, the return of mucous in his stool. I’m not sure if we’re looking at another FPIAP trigger (the doctor seems to think FPIAP and sweet potato would be very rare) or some milder form of FPIES? I really appreciate any responses and guidance.

i can even feel it, the aura, the way she looks at me with disgust, from the moment she wakes up i feel uneasy, in my own room i feel uneasy, as if she’s watching me, i can feel not being welcome, being hated by my own mother. i dont want to stay, i really want to leave, i’d rather be homeless than live with this fucking narcissist any second. she wishes i was never born, she wishes i’d disappear, she wishes she never i was never even conceived, i can see it in her eyes.
this is the first time i call my mother that, i have never insulted her, never yelled at her or even raised my voice, in every “argument” it’s her screaming at me or saying very harsh things and me sitting there, taking it. but calling her that word after years of torment feels good.
she never smiles at me, i dont remember the last time she did, everytime i try to talk sweet to her and show her i love her, she says “i dont talk all lovey dovey” and implies she only knows how to communicate in insults and arguing.
im 18, im supposed to be in college, i cant afford it. i dont know what to do. do i apply to a college abroad? would they take me with my weak passport? my father died in august 2022, things went downhill from there, she became more bitter, she became harsh, and while i understood at first, it is taking a toll on me and i cant take it anymore.
she now torments me for the smallest of things.. like one time i came back from the gym, poured a cup of water, then poured another cup of water because i was thirsty and i had finished my water at the gym. she yells “who drinks like that!!? drink like a normal human.” and while that seems like just a minor inconvenience, the issue is it happens with every small action i make, over and over, daily, every single muscle i move, she has a negative comment about, and that was when i told her to just give me a fucking break.
how about that one time when i was 15, i came out to her about the fact that i was raped as a child, and couldnt say anything because of the extreme fear, and as any normal mother does, she had zero empathy and her eyes and just said “well why didnt you defend yourself?”. im not going to say how that made me feel. im just going to let you guess.
today i came back from friday prayer and got the car washed like she asked, she sees i came home wearing the home sandals instead of the main sandals i wear to go out, both normal sandals, but one is plastic sort of like a croc. she glares at me, raises her voice and says “is this what you wear to friday prayers? wont you dress like a normal person?” implying people were going to stare at my sandals which are taken off during prayers and judge me. i just cant. and when i told her i couldnt find my main sandals and was in a hurry, she said “fucking look for them, i put them right here in this drawer, use your head.”
when i forget small things she mentions, she gets pissed and talks to me in that same tone she always does, and that same glare, even though she knows im riddled with ADHD, but she doesnt care enough to learn a single thing about her son’s mental health problems, not the ADHD, not the BPD, not the chronic depression, all of which im not being treated for, and all of which i have been diagnosed with, all of which she was told and warned about.
did i mention, this one time? i had an insane tooth infection, the right side of my face was VERY swollen for days, i was in the worst pain of my life, i was terrified, and having already experienced an extreme panic disorder and health anxiety, god knows i was afraid of sepsis, and when my blood test results came back and i saw my white blood cell count was high, god forbid.. i panicked. i couldnt control it. i wanted to go back to the dentist, just to let him look at the report and tell me im okay, which was for free, in a dentist that was very close to my home, she didnt like that. she didnt like that i was riddled with health anxiety after spending 30+ minutes on top of my dad’s dead body trying to revive him, she couldnt accept that i had been traumatized. she kicks me out. so here i am, on the streets, face swollen, sleeping and shitting on the street with a fever and diarrhea, wiping my ass with pieces of cardboard, hoping to god nothing bad happens to me because that infection was sucking the power out of me.
she wants me to provide, im trying to provide, im trying to pay her back for the money she spent on me ever since i turned 18, but i JUST got qualified legally for work, and im JUST now able to even look for work, yet she has been shaming me for it before i was legal. so for now, until i find a job, im getting money from my ex, which im not so proud of, but so far i sent her 300 dollars hoping she shuts up, and 300$ is a good amount in my country. but she questions how i got that money, she thinks im selling my body for it. which honestly, im very willing to do at this point, i have a nice body and even though males are not as valuabe in that field, if it makes me money until a place im applying at accepts me, i dont have any morals and i’ll happily do it.
about the money she spent on me, usually food, and gym subscriptions, and an amount of money she spent to get me my driver’s license (which was in her best interest, by the way), did you know that i got nothing of my father’s inheritance? she took it all, no, i didnt even look at it, i didnt ask for it, and she sometimes even reminds me that i didnt deserve it, even though i never fucking had it, and it was a GOOD portion of the inheritance too.
and by the time i was 18, she claimed i blew all my side of the money on going to the fucking psychiatrist to stop me from killing myself, and gym memberships, she loves to talk about some “legally you owe me”, but arent you supposed to spend that much until im 18? legally speaking, since we wanna go that way. legally speaking, dont you OWE me that money? i didnt spend any of it, YOU did, and you’re way more happy to let me drive 140kms to get you packs of cigarettes that are cheaper that arent being sold here, spending a shit ton of gas money, every two weeks, rather than letting me see my girl who by the way offers to pay for any inconvenience for her because she knows how my mother is. but no, its not just the money that bugs her, 25 minute drive to see my girl is too much, but a 2 hour round trip just to spend more money on cigs isnt, right? no, she doesnt want me to be happy, she KNOWS she doesnt pay anything out of her own pockets when i go see my lady, she KNOWS seeing her gets me out of that depressed state, but she doesnt want me to, and when the money excuse gets old, she says “maybe 6 months ago i would have been happy for you, but you simply ruined it, your actions did this”.
actions, she says, or basically, my lack of action, yes mother, im terribly sorry i was born in a country that will not allow me to work until a month ago, im sorry that i couldnt apply to college because i cant afford it, and because i knew nothing about life, lived in the middle of nowhere my whole life and didnt start learning how the world works until i turned 17. you didnt teach my how to ride a bike, you didnt teach me how to defend myself, you didnt teach me how to speak english, you didnt teach me how to fucking swim, you didnt introduce me to any physical activity and fucking locked me at home my entire childhood, with just internet access, until i became overweight as a child, and until i took matters into my own hands and changed that. and guess what? my other two sisters? 9 and 16, one is overweight and the other is OBESE since she was a child. great fucking parenting, leaving a 9 year old glued to an ipad because you never knew how to be a mother. and when i tried to take matters into my own hands and restrict the 9 year old from spending 12 hours plus a day on the ipad doing god knows what with god knows who, so she can have real fucking friends, real life fucking experiences, “give it back. im her mother, not you”. well you’re the reason she’s fat, you’re the reason we all got bullied. maybe introduce the poor kid to a fucking sport? fuck.
and guess what? i kind of hated my dad too. he always called me useless, always had that same fucking stare in his eyes, always yelled at me to shut up and be a man if i ever cried as a kid, so much so that i WISH he beat me, i wish they beat me as a child rather than getting neglected, after my face got swollen at 5 years old from being slapped hard by him in a barbershop, they were too scared to do anything else because of the consequences it would cause them. so they decided to neglect. i wish you fucking taught me how to fight, i see all these dads teaching their boys how to defend themselves and you never taught me how to throw a punch, i had to do it all myself, i had to workout myself, i had to fill that lack of sense of masculinity up by getting as big and scary as possible, i had to teach myself how to not be a fat slob like you taught me anymore, because guess what? they were both fat slobs themselves, no fucking wonder they didnt know how to show their kids healthy habits.
if you think that these stories are just minor inconveniences, i agree with you, but imagine it happening every single day, every single second you’re at home, for years, it slowly builds up and becomes unbearable.

First of all, i ordered this through target to get away from shipping and let me just say that it was a headache because target lost my package… twice. Customer service was a little annoying to deal with it but the second time it happened the representative was so sweet and everything got figured out. However that doesn’t seem to always happen so i think i would be willing to try again if needed.
Now for the litter. I’ve been using it for about a week now.
Dust. Paco and Pepper claims to be 100% dust FREE. I was skeptical because i’ve never seen this type litter of be dustless. However i was pleasantly surprised.. IT REALLY IS DUST FREE. My cat is a sneezy girl and she has yet to sneeze once with this litter so that’s a huge plus to me. I poured the whole bag into the litter box and i didn’t even see one spec of dust. Amazing. If you or your cat tend to have allergies I could definitely be seeing this as a huge plus!
Odor control. My cat has been loving this litter so much that she has barely been using her old litter box (breeze litter system.) She has peed several times and I can honestly say I truly do not smell it at all. The only reason i know she pees in often is because i do daily scooping. I’m very impressed. As for poop, my cat has been having a little bit of diarrhea from a new treat she got so i could definitely smell that. However, i definitely feel like it was a lot more reduced than my other litter box. As soon as i scooped out the poop the smell was gone.
Clumping. I’ve tried several clumping litters before and what i’ve noticed is that often times the clumps tend to be so large despite a small portion of urine so i as definitely worried about this especially since it a little bit on the pricier side ($16.99 for 11.5 lbs on target.) However i can pleasantly say that these clumps are about the perfect size and i’m not worried about having to go through litter faster than intended. Paco and Pepper claims that one bag should last one month for one cat and i can see that being true.
Tracking. Honestly, not the best. I definitely notice a bit of the litter on the outside of the litter box. However, I have a little rug in front of the litter box that i just vacuum daily so it’s not too much of an issue for me. I may find a speck of litter in the rest of the room so it’s not the end of the world to me. However if you’re looking for a completely track free litter i do not think this will be the best option. But maybe the positives will out way this negative. It definitely does for me.
Some honorable mentions: Paco and Pepper is 100% sustainably sourced! I’m thinking about making a full switch to this litter for that reason (and all the other pros.) Also, the litter has a little bit of an oily substance intended to moisturize your kitty’s paws and i honestly love that. Initially i was worried about having oily paw prints everywhere but it hasn’t been an issue at all. Overall, i’m happy with my purchase and i think i will stick with this litter!
TLDR; Paco and pepper sustainably sourced litter was a great purchase and i think i will stick with it. It has great clumping properties and odor control. Tracking kinda sucks but i just vacuum daily. I definitely recommend.

i can even feel it, the aura, the way she looks at me with disgust, from the moment she wakes up i feel uneasy, in my own room i feel uneasy, as if she’s watching me, i can feel not being welcome, being hated by my own mother. i dont want to stay, i really want to leave, i’d rather be homeless than live with this fucking narcissist any second. she wishes i was never born, she wishes i’d disappear, she wishes she never i was never even conceived, i can see it in her eyes.
this is the first time i call my mother that, i have never insulted her, never yelled at her or even raised my voice, in every “argument” it’s her screaming at me or saying very harsh things and me sitting there, taking it. but calling her that word after years of torment feels good.
she never smiles at me, i dont remember the last time she did, everytime i try to talk sweet to her and show her i love her, she says “i dont talk all lovey dovey” and implies she only knows how to communicate in insults and arguing.
im 18, im supposed to be in college, i cant afford it. i dont know what to do. do i apply to a college abroad? would they take me with my weak passport? my father died in august 2022, things went downhill from there, she became more bitter, she became harsh, and while i understood at first, it is taking a toll on me and i cant take it anymore.
she now torments me for the smallest of things.. like one time i came back from the gym, poured a cup of water, then poured another cup of water because i was thirsty and i had finished my water at the gym. she yells “who drinks like that!!? drink like a normal human.” and while that seems like just a minor inconvenience, the issue is it happens with every small action i make, over and over, daily, every single muscle i move, she has a negative comment about, and that was when i told her to just give me a fucking break.
how about that one time when i was 15, i came out to her about the fact that i was raped as a child, and couldnt say anything because of the extreme fear, and as any normal mother does, she had zero empathy and her eyes and just said “well why didnt you defend yourself?”. im not going to say how that made me feel. im just going to let you guess.
today i came back from friday prayer and got the car washed like she asked, she sees i came home wearing the home sandals instead of the main sandals i wear to go out, both normal sandals, but one is plastic sort of like a croc. she glares at me, raises her voice and says “is this what you wear to friday prayers? wont you dress like a normal person?” implying people were going to stare at my sandals which are taken off during prayers and judge me. i just cant. and when i told her i couldnt find my main sandals and was in a hurry, she said “fucking look for them, i put them right here in this drawer, use your head.”
when i forget small things she mentions, she gets pissed and talks to me in that same tone she always does, and that same glare, even though she knows im riddled with ADHD, but she doesnt care enough to learn a single thing about her son’s mental health problems, not the ADHD, not the BPD, not the chronic depression, all of which im not being treated for, and all of which i have been diagnosed with, all of which she was told and warned about.
did i mention, this one time? i had an insane tooth infection, the right side of my face was VERY swollen for days, i was in the worst pain of my life, i was terrified, and having already experienced an extreme panic disorder and health anxiety, god knows i was afraid of sepsis, and when my blood test results came back and i saw my white blood cell count was high, god forbid.. i panicked. i couldnt control it. i wanted to go back to the dentist, just to let him look at the report and tell me im okay, which was for free, in a dentist that was very close to my home, she didnt like that. she didnt like that i was riddled with health anxiety after spending 30+ minutes on top of my dad’s dead body trying to revive him, she couldnt accept that i had been traumatized. she kicks me out. so here i am, on the streets, face swollen, sleeping and shitting on the street with a fever and diarrhea, wiping my ass with pieces of cardboard, hoping to god nothing bad happens to me because that infection was sucking the power out of me.
she wants me to provide, im trying to provide, im trying to pay her back for the money she spent on me ever since i turned 18, but i JUST got qualified legally for work, and im JUST now able to even look for work, yet she has been shaming me for it before i was legal. so for now, until i find a job, im getting money from my ex, which im not so proud of, but so far i sent her 300 dollars hoping she shuts up, and 300$ is a good amount in my country. but she questions how i got that money, she thinks im selling my body for it. which honestly, im very willing to do at this point, i have a nice body and even though males are not as valuabe in that field, if it makes me money until a place im applying at accepts me, i dont have any morals and i’ll happily do it.
about the money she spent on me, usually food, and gym subscriptions, and an amount of money she spent to get me my driver’s license (which was in her best interest, by the way), did you know that i got nothing of my father’s inheritance? she took it all, no, i didnt even look at it, i didnt ask for it, and she sometimes even reminds me that i didnt deserve it, even though i never fucking had it, and it was a GOOD portion of the inheritance too.
and by the time i was 18, she claimed i blew all my side of the money on going to the fucking psychiatrist to stop me from killing myself, and gym memberships, she loves to talk about some “legally you owe me”, but arent you supposed to spend that much until im 18? legally speaking, since we wanna go that way. legally speaking, dont you OWE me that money? i didnt spend any of it, YOU did, and you’re way more happy to let me drive 140kms to get you packs of cigarettes that are cheaper that arent being sold here, spending a shit ton of gas money, every two weeks, rather than letting me see my girl who by the way offers to pay for any inconvenience for her because she knows how my mother is. but no, its not just the money that bugs her, 25 minute drive to see my girl is too much, but a 2 hour round trip just to spend more money on cigs isnt, right? no, she doesnt want me to be happy, she KNOWS she doesnt pay anything out of her own pockets when i go see my lady, she KNOWS seeing her gets me out of that depressed state, but she doesnt want me to, and when the money excuse gets old, she says “maybe 6 months ago i would have been happy for you, but you simply ruined it, your actions did this”.
actions, she says, or basically, my lack of action, yes mother, im terribly sorry i was born in a country that will not allow me to work until a month ago, im sorry that i couldnt apply to college because i cant afford it, and because i knew nothing about life, lived in the middle of nowhere my whole life and didnt start learning how the world works until i turned 17. you didnt teach my how to ride a bike, you didnt teach me how to defend myself, you didnt teach me how to speak english, you didnt teach me how to fucking swim, you didnt introduce me to any physical activity and fucking locked me at home my entire childhood, with just internet access, until i became overweight as a child, and until i took matters into my own hands and changed that. and guess what? my other two sisters? 9 and 16, one is overweight and the other is OBESE since she was a child. great fucking parenting, leaving a 9 year old glued to an ipad because you never knew how to be a mother. and when i tried to take matters into my own hands and restrict the 9 year old from spending 12 hours plus a day on the ipad doing god knows what with god knows who, so she can have real fucking friends, real life fucking experiences, “give it back. im her mother, not you”. well you’re the reason she’s fat, you’re the reason we all got bullied. maybe introduce the poor kid to a fucking sport? fuck.
and guess what? i kind of hated my dad too. he always called me useless, always had that same fucking stare in his eyes, always yelled at me to shut up and be a man if i ever cried as a kid, so much so that i WISH he beat me, i wish they beat me as a child rather than getting neglected, after my face got swollen at 5 years old from being slapped hard by him in a barbershop, they were too scared to do anything else because of the consequences it would cause them. so they decided to neglect. i wish you fucking taught me how to fight, i see all these dads teaching their boys how to defend themselves and you never taught me how to throw a punch, i had to do it all myself, i had to workout myself, i had to fill that lack of sense of masculinity up by getting as big and scary as possible, i had to teach myself how to not be a fat slob like you taught me anymore, because guess what? they were both fat slobs themselves, no fucking wonder they didnt know how to show their kids healthy habits.
if you think that these stories are just minor inconveniences, i agree with you, but imagine it happening every single day, every single second you’re at home, for years, it slowly builds up and becomes unbearable.

Saw a lot of people online saying that 2 is by far the hardest game on insanity. I've been playing as an Infiltrator in all 3 games and though 1 had some moments of difficulty it was mostly quite easy. 2 started off with a big difficulty spike but soon I got the hang of it. Some sections like the Collector platforms still gave me grief but I got through without too much pain.
So here I am thinking I've gotten through the worst it's time to have fun with power combos in ME3. Until I finish Priority Sur'kesh and get to the N7 Cerberus missions.
These absolutely suck. Coming here after having played N7 Cerberus Labs and Cerberus Abductions on Benning. I get the impression these are multiplayer maps from their complex layouts with like half a dozen entries and exits and paths between a maze of rooms. In these missions, the game spawns wave after wave of ridiculous number of Cerberus enemies
Flank them? How, when they spawn 15-20 enemies in multiple parts of the map that quickly swarm all paths available to them? Every path in and out of the room is swarming with these fuckers and you can't sit for 5 seconds in cover without one of them assholes chucking a grenade in that sweet spot where even if you shift cover to the other side you get one shot deleted by it anyway. So only choice is to run out of cover where you're immediately sprayed on from all sides and die. Out of the frying pan and into the fire.
These missions become a mad dash of cloaking and running to a far corner to get some breathing room, pick off 2 enemies before you're scrambling with shields down and a grenade at your feet, cloaked and hoping to find another quiet spot. Within some time of doing this both your squad mates are downed and now with no distractions all of them are focused on you. So now add reviving teammates at the risk of dying and replaying the whole section to the list of things you gotta do running around in cloak.
I don't get it. The main missions are nicely balanced in terms of enemy numbers, configurations and map layouts. But these side missions are absolutely atrocious and way worse in difficulty than anything in the first 2 games!
I've spent most of my credits on a Black Widow. I use combos when I can to detonate fire explosions, biotic explosions and the occasional cryo explosion. Tech burst seems underwhelming so I haven't learnt to use them well and just rely on squadmates with Overload to strip shields.
How am I supposed to pickoff enemies with a sniper when the game clearly wants to me to run 3 laps around the map every minute.
Stay in cover: Get surrounded on all sides by enemies and have grenades thrown at my feet.
Step out of cover: Shields are removed INSTANTLY so I need cloak just to run around.
Killed a wave of 20 Cerberus? Good. The Illusive Man had some space Taco Bell and he is ready to spray diarrhea another 25 agents on all sides. Enjoy.
Something is clearly not clicking for me with ME3 Combat, even with 3 enemy Singularity/Pull into Warp biotic explosions or Incinerate into Concussive Shot/Overload/Warp Fire explosions I find myself overwhelmed.
Is it just a skill issue? Am I just playing these side missions too early or am I playing Infiltrator all wrong? I doubt it's the latter because I feel like a boss in the main missions only to get rekt on these multiplayer map side missions with endless waves.

Some of you may have read my post a few weeks ago about a shelter I'd been volunteering at since last July and how confused and frustrated I was because they don't post most of their cats on their website or Facebook for 2 months (sometimes longer). I deleted the post because i was so scared someone would recognize it and retaliate, but they terminated me as a volunteer for "asking too many questions," so now I don't care.
Some background: There was zero reason for this--I'm not talking about cats who were feral or cats who came in with significant injuries or illnesses. And it didn't take them 2 months to get their cats fixed either so that wasn't the reason (which I don't know why they wouldn't at least post them before being fixed anyway). They'd also not be moved up to adoptable areas and would be stuck in these two small rooms in the very back of the shelter right next to the super loud dog kennels--just a nightmare space to put any cats in, let alone all the newer ones who are terrified to begin with. And no, it wasn't due to stray hold (which is only 5 days there) because they'd do the same thing with owner surrendered cats too, who have no hold at this shelter.
Well, I finally brought up my concerns to them--and I did so in the nicest way humanly possible and was not judgmental, rude or anything like that, just offered to help them write bios or take photos or do website updates, if they needed help. I reached out to a board member first, who ignored me. Then I spoke to their feline program manager directly and she didn't answer any of my questions about their process, but she let me write ONE bio for a cat I was super close to and whose adoption fee I had sponsored--a super sweet, healthy 16-year-old named Max whose owner had died and who they left stuck in the back rooms for over 6 weeks for no reason whatsoever. Then they finally moved him up and he still wasn't on their website for 2 more weeks. Guess what? Literally a day after I wrote my bio and they posted him, he was adopted (they said they saw him online and fell in love). That's what happens when you actually let the public know your cats exist.
And then, a week later, I decided to kindly ask one more time if I could assist with anything to help get cats posted sooner (and this time I CCd the shelter director on the email just in case she wasn't even aware this was happening--and by her response, she seemed clueless but also didn't seem to care). I got an incredibly rude and belittling response back from the cat manager because apparently the board member I had reached out to weeks prior who had ignored me forwarded my questions/concerns to her and the director, and she was livid and berated me for contacting a board member. I'm sorry but at other shelters I've volunteered at we were allowed to speak to board members.
They then "terminated" me as a volunteer two weeks ago for "asking too many questions over the past week," telling me "we THOUGHT we had someone here helping cats, but we didn't." They didn't even give me the courtesy of calling or emailing me to tell me this. Instead, they still made me drive 40 minutes to my early morning regular Saturday shift, then immediately pulled me into a room and told me this. They were completely rude and unprofessional about all of it, never thanked me for the countless hours I spent there, my donations nearly every week (I even bought my own gloves because they didn't provide them and cat toys and catnip every week because half their cats wouldn't even have a single toy in their cage!), etc.
Anyway, since some of you seemed to be making excuses for them or trying to think of logical reasons last time, I will let you know the reasons they gave me for some of the cats:

1. They don't move neutered cats up "until the testosterone leaks out of their urine and it isn't stinky anymore" (however, even after they move them up, they STILL wouldn't post them online for at least an entire week later, oftentimes 2 or 3 weeks or never!). This one is way, way out there.
2. A cat who has been there since December and has had intermittent diarrhea is still not posted. A staff member even told me their vet thinks it's from shelter stress. Well, their reason for not posting him? "It wouldn't be fair to Valvoline or to his new family. We want to get his diarrhea under control first."
3. "Me and my staff need time to get to know the cats. We can't adopt them out if we know nothing about them." Not only is this insane, but even after they were there for 2 months, the staff would know very little about them. I would know which cats liked to play, what their favorite toys were, which ones were crazy about catnip, which ones liked to be brushed, where their favorite spots to be pet were, if they liked treats or not--but they hardly ever knew any of that when I'd mention something. Because I actually paid attention to them and spent time with them.

There were a few other nonsensical excuses both the cat manager and their director gave me, but not a single good reason was provided. They are incompetent, toxic, and I will not miss never seeing them again but I do feel bad for the cats stuck there. And for anyone who wants to blame this on me, their own volunteer coordinator quit last year because she told me she was so disrespected and the place was toxic, and others have had similar experiences. I was never anything other than friendly and respectful to them and spent a ton of time there and did a really good job with both cleaning and just connecting with the cats. I could go on and on about how awful the place is in many different ways, but this is already way too long.

I started tirzepatide about 6 mos ago. I titrated up super slow due to cost reasons, and for that reason also decided when I got to 7mg to start sema. I had no side effects on tirz. I started with .25mg sema, went up to .5, then to .75. I feel like the .75 is my sweet spot. I won’t say I have NO side effects, because I am experiencing reflux if I over eat, diarrhea if I eat crappy foods, basically feeling like shit if I eat too much. Tirz gave me none of that- but it was also so easy to not eat right on Tirz for me. I decided to hold off on sema for a week just to see what happened and all those effects went away. I’m not gaining or grossly overeating but I’m not feeling the same suppression I had. I’m considering dropping or titrating down on the Tirz to see if sema is just better for me? I’m not diabetic and my WL is purely for vanity reasons now. I lost 100lbs 6 years ago and have maintained within 10lbs of that since, but I never got to my goal of being at a “normal” weight so I wanted to try this. I’m glad I did, but it’s been a loooong slow 6mos. It took 3 mos to lose 10lbs, the I stalled out for 6wks, then since adding sema I’ve dropped another 5 in the last month. Has anyone else had similar experiences??

My sweet cat is 14 and seemingly good health, normal activity, normal eating, etc.
Out of the blue felt a BIG lump in the dangly under-abdomen area near a back leg, so got her seen by the vet 6 days later and they were worried. Tried to aspirate for cytology and mostly blood coming out. Suspected hemangiosarcoma (rare but aggressive cancer in cats). Referred to a vet hospital for scans (another 6 or 7 days later).
Ultrasound and xrays and a couple days later some cytology results: still seems hemangiosarcoma as best guess. The vet there talked to the oncologist and is now recommending I do chemo first (to shrink the tumor), then surgery to remove it, then possibly some more chemo afterward.
What I'm told / read suggests surgery might buy something like 3 months, and sugery+chemo might buy something like 6-9 months, but who knows. Thankfully the tumor isn't on organs/viscera, but it is subdermal (below skin, not on the skin), so it's also not the best place.
The thing is, my poor baby already has so much fear of the vet (and the car ride, and being 'captured') and is already pretty skittish. After a vet visit (especially with any procedure), it's a day of hiding in some corner I can't find her and not coming out even for her favorite treats. She really is scared of people and of vet trips.
The vet tells me chemo in cats isn't like in humans: it's not as extreme, doesn't have as strong of side effects. Though likely some GI issues (vomit/diarrhea) for 3-5 days.
The vet said chemo would likely be once a week for a month or so, depending on how she's tolerating it. Then a surgery with the recovery after that. Then possibly some more chemo.
I'm scared to death of making the wrong call. My first priority is just to keep my baby from suffering. I don't love the idea of paying $10000 or whatever on the treatment (sets me back a ton, but isn't the end of the world), but honestly money is the least concern. I just want to do what's best for her!
It feels like she's going to have *some* period where she's suffering, and it may come suddenly, but it seems like that will happen whether I do the surgery/chemo or not??
The surgery/chemo isn't really a cure, but could quite a bit of time.
But a decent chunk of that time feels like it'd be high stress for her. Like:
For a few weeks of initial chemo, that's 1 super scary vet day + 3-5 days of possible side effects each week. (And hiding from me rather than chilling or cuddling or playing)
Then surgery would be another super scary vet visit plus days of recovery, assuming all goes smoothly. Then maybe some more chemo.
But perhaps her symptoms from the tumor wouldn't show up as much, so maybe it would still overall buy her more quality time and be worth the initial stressors?
How the hell do you decide???
Again, my priority is her having quality time and minimizing her suffering, so I lean toward not treating it, but I wonder if letting the big tumor go untreated will actually lead to a more painful course...?

I acquired a broad sensitivity to legumes back in mid-March. The symptoms include cramps, bloating, and diarrhea, and so far it seems to affect me when I eat any legumes at all, including green beans, cowpeas, peanuts, and soybean products. I don't know exactly when it started, but I didn't realize what was happening for about a week.
Just before this started, I got a minor stomach bug that was going around in the family, and I spent an evening visiting a friend who was dying of ulcerative colitis. I was admittedly quite lackadaisical about hygiene, and I ate some finger food after touching my friend without washing my hands. I don't think I had a sensitivity yet at that point because I recall I also ate some sweets that definitely had peanuts and soy in them, and it didn't seem to have any adverse effect on me. But in the following several days, I thought I was taking abnormally long to recover from the stomach bug, and I eventually realized that my symptoms were flaring up every time I ate a meal with legumes.
I don't know if the stomach bug and the friend with UC are relevant, but I bring them up because it all happened at the same time, and I know that my friend also used to be sensitive to legumes, although he wasn't nearly as sensitive as I am now. I have been intending to research this topic since it started, but I was busy with a move at the time, and since then I've kind of just gotten used to not eating legumes. That said, I would really like to be able to get beans back in my diet, and I know that it's always better to act on these things sooner rather than later.
So, has anyone else experienced anything like this? Is it possible to make it go away? I'm inclined to think it's a gut flora thing mostly because it seems to be a problem that primarily affects my intestines, but could it be something else? Or could it be a symptom of something bigger? Any insight would be greatly appreciated.

My sweet little man had a dental extraction yesterday, he had six teeth removed and we discovered the four had previously fallen out on their own.
We’ve been given gabapentin to give him every 8 hours, and an anti-inflammatory to give him today and tomorrow.
He’s had some diarrhea (the dentist reassured me this is normal), as is some drooling. He had his two bottom fangs removed, so his tongue is sticking out a lot more than usual.
I’m wondering how much drooling is concerning? Is there anything I should be on the lookout for that I’m maybe not aware of? I’m trying not to be hyper anxious about this, but I’m concerned about just about everything at this point. I literally had nightmares all night.
Any advice or information would be helpful.

Hello. Ten days ago I lost my sweet cat Luigi. He was almost 6 years old. We adopted him from a rescue 3 years ago. The 3 years we had him were absolutely amazing! He was the sweetest and most affectionate cat I have ever met. Before he was surrendered to the rescue and adopted, he was hit by a car. He was left with a deformed paw, and a pelvic injury that made it difficult for him to defecate. Due to his pelvic injury, we took him to the vet often. He needed several enemas and a deobstipation surgery. He did well for a year, but then developed severe diarrhea. We tried everything - changing food multiple times, medications, an arthritis shot to hopefully make it easier for him to use the litter box, etc. We took him to the vet several times the last 6 months. At the last appointment we talked to the vet and asked if this could be constipation instead of diarrhea, which the vet stated no. Fast forward a few weeks and Luigi gets very sick. We take him back to the emergency vet (which is also his regular vet). They stabilize him, take X-rays, and tell us the constipation has returned. They schedule him for a deobstipation surgery. Once they start the surgery, they realize the constipation is much worse than they thought, and given his pelvic injury they were unable to remove it. The feces was hard as a rock, and his pelvic opening was too small to pull it through.
The vet contacted us while he was still under anathesia from the deobstipation they attempted. We rushed to the vet, hysterical. We are relatively new cat parents. We adopted our first cat 5 years ago. We have never experienced an emergency like this. When we arrived the vet told us the options were to put him through surgery to remove the fecal matter (but he stated it would be hard on Luigi, it would be a tough recovery, and by this point he had been in the hospital 3 days due to a bladder obstruction caused by the constipation), or we could euthanize him. The vet stated he would not put his cat through the surgery, and he felt it was not in Luigi's best interest. Per the vet the surgery is not a guarantee to fix Luigi's issues. If we were going to put him down, it would be best to do it while he was under anesthesia.
We asked tons of questions and cried. But, we were very much pressured to make a quick decision due to the anathesia. I was in shock. I wanted to give him a chance, but my fiance felt it was best to let Luigi go in peace as he has a history of multiple surgeries due to being hit by the car, and the concern of him being weak from the bladder obstruction, and the vet's report that the surgery would be hard on Luigi and he would not recommend it. We decided to let him go peacefully while under anathesia.
I have so many questions and am really feeling a lot of guilt. I think most of the guilt stems from having to make the decision so quickly that we could not research or get a second opinion.
We have an appointment on 5/21 to speak to the vet and the medical director of the facility. I want to know how the constipation had gotten so bad without the vet knowing, or telling us. I want to know why we were pressured to make such a quick decision about euthanasia. This is so difficult because we trusted the vet, and I will now live with the guilt of not taking Luigi to a specialist. I don't know why he was not referred to a specialist if the vet could not help him.
My questions for you all are: 1. Do you think we did the right thing? I cannot tell you how much guilt I have that the vet who missed the constipation is the one who recommended euthanasia.

1. Should we have awakened him from the anesthesia, waited for him to get out of the ER, take him to a specialist for a second opinion?

Thank you

Hi everyone. A short and not-so-sweet backstory: I’m a 24F who had c diff symptoms in January of this year, treated with vanco a couple weeks later, and have slowly been getting “better” since then. I had a colonoscopy in March and then an endoscopy in April due to having some lingering digestive issues (stomach cramps, bloating, food intolerance, but no diarrhea, fever, vomiting, etc).
Well, I had my follow up GI appointment today and was diagnosed with colitis. The GI wants to do another colonoscopy in August to monitor how the colitis has progressed/if it went away. I personally doubt it went away since I’m still having digestive issues. He said worst case scenario it would be caused by an infection. I asked if it could be the c diff even though I’m not having those classic symptoms and he said probably not.
I suppose I’m just not sure what my options are from here. I’m not thrilled about shelling out for another procedure and considering asking for a blood test/stool sample instead. Has anyone else had colitis after this horrible infection? How long did it take for it to go away? Did you need to treat with medication or did it go away on its own?

Hello. Ten days ago I lost my sweet cat Luigi. He was almost 6 years old. We adopted him from a rescue 3 years ago. The 3 years we had him were absolutely amazing! He was the sweetest and most affectionate cat I have ever met. Before he was surrendered to the rescue and adopted, he was hit by a car. He was left with a deformed paw, and a pelvic injury that made it difficult for him to defecate. Due to his pelvic injury, we took him to the vet often. He needed several enemas and a deobstipation surgery. He did well for a year, but then developed severe diarrhea. We tried everything - changing food multiple times, medications, an arthritis shot to hopefully make it easier for him to use the litter box, etc. We took him to the vet several times the last 6 months. At the last appointment we talked to the vet and asked if this could be constipation instead of diarrhea, which the vet stated no. Fast forward a few weeks and Luigi gets very sick. We take him back to the emergency vet (which is also his regular vet). They stabilize him, take X-rays, and tell us the constipation has returned. They schedule him for a deobstipation surgery. Once they start the surgery, they realize the constipation is much worse than they thought, and given his pelvic injury they were unable to remove it. The feces was hard as a rock, and his pelvic opening was too small to pull it through.
The vet contacted us while he was still under anathesia from the deobstipation they attempted. We rushed to the vet, hysterical. We are relatively new cat parents. We adopted our first cat 5 years ago. We have never experienced an emergency like this. When we arrived the vet told us the options were to put him through surgery to remove the fecal matter (but he stated it would be hard on Luigi, it would be a tough recovery, and by this point he had been in the hospital 3 days due to a bladder obstruction caused by the constipation), or we could euthanize him. The vet stated he would not put his cat through the surgery, and he felt it was not in Luigi's best interest. Per the vet the surgery is not a guarantee to fix Luigi's issues. If we were going to put him down, it would be best to do it while he was under anesthesia.
We asked tons of questions and cried. But, we were very much pressured to make a quick decision due to the anathesia. I was in shock. I wanted to give him a chance, but my fiance felt it was best to let Luigi go in peace as he has a history of multiple surgeries due to being hit by the car, and the concern of him being weak from the bladder obstruction, and the vet's report that the surgery would be hard on Luigi and he would not recommend it. We decided to let him go peacefully while under anathesia.
I have so many questions and am really feeling a lot of guilt. I think most of the guilt stems from having to make the decision so quickly that we could not research or get a second opinion.
We have an appointment on 5/21 to speak to the vet and the medical director of the facility. I want to know how the constipation had gotten so bad without the vet knowing, or telling us. I want to know why we were pressured to make such a quick decision about euthanasia. This is so difficult because we trusted the vet, and I will now live with the guilt of not taking Luigi to a specialist. I don't know why he was not referred to a specialist if the vet could not help him.
My questions for you all are: 1. Do you think we did the right thing? I cannot tell you how much guilt I have that the vet who missed the constipation is the one who recommended euthanasia.

1. Should we have awakened him from the anesthesia, waited for him to get out of the ER, take him to a specialist for a second opinion? Is it common practice for vet's to recommend euthanasia while the cat is under anesthesia - even if that rushes everything?
   
2. I feel this vet is responsible for my cats death due to missing the constipation. What would you recommend in that case? We have scheduled the meeting to discuss our concerns. We are working on finding another vet. Any other suggestions?
   

Thank you

I have 3 dogs; 2 mini dachshunds and an elderly lab pit mix. My dachshunds have food allergies so I make their food. My elderly lab/pit has been having a lot of stomach problems with diarrhea and vomiting (been to vet and have changed food several times to correct but nothing store bought is working). This is the recipe I feed my little dogs and I was thinking of trying with my senior girl, I am just not sure how much to give her. She weighs around 75 lbs. I make about 20 lbs at a time in big batches and freeze what I am not using until 2 days ahead.
8 lbs browned Ground turkey 5 cups (uncooked measurement) of rice cooked per package directions 1 cup barley (uncooked measurement) cooked per package instructions 3 cans of green beans drained 2 bananas 1 pint of cottage cheese 1 large sweet potato baked or steamed until soft 1 cup frozen blueberries Two bags frozen peas and carrots Collagen powder supplement Glucosamine supplement.
I use a stick blender to combine it all and separate into 3ish pound containers. The littles eat a combined 8-10 oz a day split up in two servings each with a little dollop of plain Greek yogurt at night (for probiotics) on top.

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

Hi there, never been to this sub before but I am very upset about my sweet baby (7, 8 in June, male shorthair orange cat, neutered, weight in post here, no significant medical history and we are in the Midwest US) who is very sick.
About 2.5-3 months ago he stopped eating his dry food, I stupidly assumed he just didn’t like it anymore, so I changed it out. He didn’t really like that one either. I started giving him wet food around 1x/day and brought him to a vet to see if he was ok (March 18). The doc said he had ear mites and dirty teeth and probably needed a teeth cleaning but gave him clavamox and bravecto as well as a FeLV/FIV test which were both negative. At this time I discovered he had lost 2 lbs out of his 12 lbs he had weighed two years prior at his last vet visit.
Second vet visit(April 9): he’s lost more weight, and now he’s having diarrhea which I had attributed to the medications and change to wet food. This time he was given kenalog, convenia and Albon liquid. They also ran a CBC which only showed elevated white blood cells, everything else was within range. He had also started scratching A LOT around his ears and neck and doing a weird leg shake with both of his back legs.
Third vet visit (late April): went to a different vet, this time they gave him a steroid injection and said they wanted to re-run bloodwork if he showed no improvement. The steroid injection seemed to help his itching but within a week his whole belly was hairless and the inside of his legs as well, and his neck looked like a lion cut there was so much hair missing. We also noticed his urine was dark brown so we took him in again.
Fourth vet visit(around 2 weeks ago): scratching is getting worse and urine is very brown, they did a urine pull (not sure what you call that) and said he had a UTI based on blood in the urine, started him on another round of antibiotics and prescribed a supplement to help his diarrhea (dasuquin) as well as revolution plus and douxos3 for his paws which hd a foul smelling greasy brown substance on them and are inflamed. They are still inflamed and virtually hairless :(
Fifth vet visit (yesterday): still getting worse and now he’s down to seven lbs. now they did X-rays and the vet is saying there are calcifications around the gallbladder and stomach region. My question is what does this mean exactly? Vet is saying we need to go to IM clinic which is 900 dollars for more X-rays and potentially a diagnosis which if it’s t-cell lymphoma (what she was leaning towards) would be 6k+ for a 50% shot at 2 years remission. I hate to make this about dollars and cents but I have spent 2k on vet visits and tests and everything in the last 2 months and that is an awful lot for us right now.
As it stands right now my poor Cheeto is basically on death’s door. He has been drinking TONS of water and I have been giving him canned food and scrambled eggs whenever he wants it. He still has a very voracious appetite, moreso than when this whole episode began. He was FINE in February. At least to my eyes. Now he is skin and bones and can barely move. We are discussing EOL care but I just wanted to see what anyone else thought of the imaging etc.
https://imgur.com/a/nsFz1J2
Any help or opinions would be really appreciated.
Thanks so much.

I have a 9 month old pit bull who appears to have a sensitive stomach. Frequent diarrhea, poops on himself in his kennel, poops 6-8 times a day, has accidents in the house despite lots of training and freeeequent bathroom breaks and walks.
I’m wondering if homemade food might be the way to go, but I can barely manage to feed my family, so I’ve got to keep it simple. Can it be as simple as 50% ground Turkey, 25% rice or sweet potato, 25% veggies, and a multivitamin? Currently the only “table” food he gets is the occasional broken farm egg, she’ll and all, can I just crack a raw egg on top of his meals?
Looking for any advice to keep it simple and easy on the wallet and stomach.

I think my sweet little man may have diarrhea (lighter + wetter poop) and I'm not sure what may be causing it? I didn't change his diet or bedding. I would take him to the vet but the only vet that works with mice in my city is currently on vacation :( Is there any food i can give him?