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2024.05.17 10:49 KirasStar [New Update] My (32F) boyfriend (35M) of six years disappeared while I was out of town and I don't know what to do?

I am NOT the Original Poster. That is u/ThrowRA-3258. She posted in relationship_advice
Trigger Warning: infant death, loss
Mood Spoiler: Sad, but ultimately hopeful
Original Post: 29th April 2024
Last Tuesday evening I (32F) came home from a being out of town for two weeks for work, my boyfriend (35M) Nate was supposed to pick me up from the airport but once I got in, I wasn't able to get ahold of him and he never showed up, I was a little annoyed but no too worried because I figured he had fallen asleep(When I talked to him earlier that morning he said he didn't sleep very well the night before and was going to lay down before he had to come get me)so I called my sister for a ride home.
When I got home Nate was no where to be found, I checked the garage an his car was gone, so I sent him a text asking where he was and headed up stairs to unpack. When I open the closet to put my things away I saw that almost all of his clothes were gone. At this point I'm confused, so I start calling him it just keeps ringing and then going to voicemail. I check his office and everything is still there, everything in the house is still there and in place except his clothes and his car. I'm really starting to freak out at this point, so I call my sister and she comes over and we both try calling and messaging him and still get no answer. his computer and his laptop are both still in his office, I logged on to his computer and my sister his laptop(I know all his passwords) but we didn't find anything out of the ordinary, so I started searching his desk and found his iPad in the top drawer, I logged into it and checked everything I could think of and found nothing out of the ordinary, my sister suggested checking the find my iPhone app on his iPad to see if we find out where his phone was. We logged into the app and see that his phone was pinging in the next state over, I starting calling him again but still got no answers to my calls or text.
I really start to lose it here, my mind starts going all over the place trying to figure out what could be going on, I called the police because I think someone has to have done something to him. The police came out but they said there wasn't much they could do because he hasn't been gone long and his clothes missing was sign the he left on his own violation.
Over the last few days I've done everything I can to contact him, He doesn't have any family except for a brother that he cut ties with before I met him, I found him online and sent him a message but he said he hasn't seen or heard from Nate in years. I keep checking his phones location and since Saturday morning it has been pinging in the same location in the PNW, I took off work for the rest of the week and my sister and I are flying up there to go to the location his phone is pinging.
Has anyone ever dealt with something like this before? How do I even confront him, what if he is with another woman, what if he isn't there or worse? I am so lost and hurt right now, my mind is all over the place, I can’t think straight, I’m so lost right now.
tl;dr my(32F) boyfriend (35M) of six years disappeared while I was out of town, haven't been able to contact him but his phone is pinging in the PNW and I am going to confront him tomorrow.
Edit: Yes I have called or messaged all of his friends, none of them have seen or heard from him, I do have access to his bank account as we have a joint account but not his business account, He last used his debt card Friday night in a town west of Seattle Washington, He owns his own business but has taken a step back over the last year so he doesn't communicate with them regularly, they haven't heard from him since last month.
I am 5 months pregnant and we have known for 3 months, he did become a bit reserved and withdrawn since we found out but its not uncommon for him to do that every so often especially around this time of year. I don't truly believe that he would abandon me and his child, that's just not the type of man he is but I don't know what to think anymore.
small update: first I want say thank you to everyone for suggesting the welfare check epically We called the the department where his phone is pinging and they have sent someone over to see if they can make contact with him.. Its been over an hour and we are still waiting to hear back. I am hopeful but still have a overbearing since of dread. All I want to know right now is that he is ok and I can figure out everything else later, I just need to know he is ok.
UPDATE: The police were able to do a welfare check and although they were unable to make direct contact with him they spoke to the couple who live at the house, they said they were old family friends and that he was there on Friday and Saturday but that he went to the Olympics Sunday morning to go hiking for a couple of days, The officers informed them of what was going on and they told him, they believed he was ok and that they would contact me tonight to try and help explain the situation. What does that even mean? I am even more confused, our flight to Seattle is at 9:45am tomorrow and at this point we are still going, I hope these people do call but its been awhile now and I haven't heard anything.
NEW UPDATE: I think this will be my final update, I have to get ready and get my stuff packed for the flight in the morning, I have just spent the last hour speaking to the couple who house he was at and they against his wishes told me what is going on. They have known Nate since he was 12 years old, he started dating their daughter Ashley when they were in sixth grade and they counited dating all through middle school and high school. Ashley got pregnant toward the end of their senior year and they got engaged. I don't know how to even write this next part, When their son was a 1.5 years old they were involved in an accident with a drunk driver, Nate was ejected from the car and Ashley and his son passed away in the accident, She said that he blames himself for it because according to him they were never supposed to be out that night and it was his fault they were, She said he withdrew from them and everyone else and that up until last Friday that hadn't heard from him since he left. She has offered to come get my sister and I from the airport in the morning and she can try to answer any questions I have while we wait for him to return, She said they know where he is, he is at the spot they spread their ashes, she said he told her that he need be with his son one more time before he let him go... I'm honestly in a total state of shock right now, I don't know what to think but I know he is in pain and I need to get to him and I can figure everything else after.
Thank you to all the kind people who reached out and offered your suggestions, I honestly don't think I would have this information right now if it wasn't for you all, so again thank you!
****************************NEW UPDATE***************************\*
Update recovered with Unddit - 9 May 2024
First I want to say thank you to everyone who reached out and offered your advice and help on the other hand the people who were just mean or all the men who came into my messages, you should be ashamed of yourselves.
We did fly out to Seattle last Tuesday morning. Kathy(the wife of the couple) picked us up from the airport and took us back to their place, on the way there she said her husband was on his way to go find Nate so he could bring him back but it would likely be a few hours before they would arrive back.
As we waited Kathy did her best to answer some of the questions that I had, I knew Nate lost his mom at a young age to breast cancer but she said it had deeply profound effect on him and he became a very troubled child, she said that when him and Ashley met that Nate was in a group home(I did not know this)because he was in a lot of trouble for fighting and drug use(he was 12!) I was kind of taken back by this because I've never know him to do anything besides smoke marijuana from time to time, he doesn't even drink. She said that when they met Ashley immediately took on a role of protector of him, she could feel his pain and she wanted to rescue him from it, when they finally got to know him they decided that they would take Nate in if he wanted that once he was was out of the group home, when he was 16 he finally got out of the group home but was still on probation so he had to live with his dad who was a alcoholic and abusive but he would spend most evenings and weekends at their house, he still got in trouble because he kept failing his U.A. for marijuana but he was no longer getting into fights, he credited Ashley for that and felt like she and her family were the only people besides his mom to ever show him any compassion or love. She asked if I would like to see pictures of them and when she showed me the picture of Nate holding his son for the first time I broke down, because I have never seen him in the six years we have been together with a smile like that, he was so happy, he smiles now from time to time and he is always laughing but I've never seen that smile, that gleam. it just broke me to know that he had been living in that much pain for 15+ years and hid it from everyone. We looked through more pictures and she told more stories. and spoke of how sad she was when he left, we talked for hours and then finally her husband came through the doo but Nate was not with him.
George(Kathy's husband) said that he had found Nate where he was supposed to be and explained that my sister and I were at their house waiting for him. He said when he told him this that Nate laughed and said of course, and that he would head back, he just needed a few more minutes alone.
so we waited for what felt like forever and finally a little over two hours after George arrived back, Nate walked in the front door. He looked at me and the first words out of his mouth were "I should have known my note wouldn't be good enough and that you would come find me, I love you and I am very sorry" I said what note! and he said the one I put in you front seat, he put in my car! I never even thought to check there for anything.
I am going to leave out a lot of this next part because its very personal but I asked him why he would just leave me at the airport and why he wouldn't just call or text me that he was leaving. He said that while I was gone, he wanted to put some of the things that we had gotten for the baby in the nursey and start painting it before I got back and that everything was fine until he started putting together the dresser and the changing station, while he was doing that he was flooded with memories of his son and Ashley and that it actually knocked him off his feet and he broke down, he said every time he closed his eyes he saw them(that's why he couldn't sleep) he said he deiced to take mushrooms to try and help get him out of it(what!) but all that did was make things worse and he realized that he needed to not forget them and not hide them and that he needed to go make peace with them and ask them to forgive him for abandoning their memory. He knew that when I got home that I would obviously know something wasn't right with him and he also didn't know how to tell me he had been hiding a huge part of his past, anyway he expressed how sorry he was and that he understood if all of this was to much and if I didn't want to be with him anymore that he would completely understand. I let him know that as long as he agreed to never hide something from me or disappear again and would agree to go to therapy and couples therapy that I wouldn't be going anywhere. He promised he would do whatever I asked of him. I asked him to fly back with me and my sister called her husband to fly in and they would drive his car back. So we are back home now, he hasn't started therapy yet but has an appointment next week.
Our baby is doing ok and so am I, I just need him to be ok and everything will be good again, anyway thank you again to all the kind hearts who reached out, you gave me a lot of positive vibes in a dark time and I really cant thank you enough for that.

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2024.05.14 20:40 RavensDoe Posting (again) the Stugotz Personal Record Book I've been keeping for years. He's had a few recent entries so I wanted to post an updated version.

I may have missed some more recent (late 2023-24) declarations, so let me know if I should add anything I've missed.
Stugotz personal record book. Sorry if the links are expired on some things. They're old.
[Time Stamps] Started to use them in late 2019. They may not be exact based on what podcast app or service you use. But they'll be close.
I DIDN'T ASK FOR ANY OF THIS:

FOOTBALL

(1) UCF is the 2017-2018 national champion.
(2) If Kirk Cousins goes to the Jaguars and not the Jets, no championship he wins will count in the personal record book.
Note (2)(a): Still pending sort of since Kirk is with the Vikings now – possible in future he could go to Jags.
(3) Eli manning has 1 ring. He doesnt get one for throwing a ball into David Tyree's face / Tyree getting a football stuck in his helmet.
(4) Carson Wentz has a Super Bowl 52 ring.
Note (4)(a): Foles does not have a Super Bowl 52 ring.
(5) The Raiders defeated the Patriots in their divisional playoff matchup in 2002 (Tuck Rule game), and then would defeat the Rams in Super Bowl 36.
Note (5)(a): In this scenario also, Bill Belichick was also "fired and looking for a job" after the Tuck Rule game and has 0 rings.
(6) If the 2017 Patriots won Super Bowl 52, James Harrison would not have a ring (Patriots lost to Eagles).
(7) Peyton Manning has one ring (Broncos ring does not count).
(8) Peyton Manning must give such ring he lost (above) to Von Miller, who thus has 2 rings.
(9) Aaron Rodgers can have all the rings he wants for keeping all of central Wisconsin employed.
(10) Brian Billick has 0 rings (2000 Ravens Super Bowl) because that defense carried him.
(11) Tony Boselli is a Hall of Famer.
(12) Tarik Cohen is an honorary Jew.
(13) JuJu Smith-Schuster is also an honorary Jew. L'Chaim.
(14) Drew brees has three rings for winning the super bowl for the city of New Orleans.
Note (14)(a): There was discussion on this where the number started at three, went up to five, came down to two, but it ended up at three.
(15) Mike McCarthy has no Super Bowl rings.
Note(15)(a): Dan also has this in his record book, and it is the first entry into the Le Batard Personal Record Book.
Note 15(b): In fact, McCarthy has -3 (Negative three) rings.
(16) Any Super Bowl rings Antonio Brown gets with the Patriots will not count in the Stugotz personal record book (9/9 Weekend Observations National Hour 2).
(17) Ohio State's 76 to 5 victory over Miami (Ohio) on 9/21/19 does not count.
(18) Due to Bill Belichick's 219 wins with Tom Brady, Bill's week 7 2023 victory over the Bills was actually his 81st victory and not his 300th victory.
(19) The 2002-03 Miami Hurricanes actually won the Fiesta Bowl/BCS National Championship game against Ohio State.
(20) If JJ Watt joins the Texans for the 2024 season or later on, none of the Super Bowl rings will count in Stugotz's personal record book

BASKETBALL

Kevin Durant
(1) If Westbrook wins a championship and beats Kevin Durant along the way in the playoffs, Westbrook will have won 2 championship rings.
(2) "STRAP IT ON BOYS, GONNA TAKE YA FOR A RIDE:"
Kevin Durant has 0 rings (Zero rings)
Kevin Durant has -1 rings (Negative 1 rings).
Kevin Durant has -4 rings (Negative 4) (As of 4/11/18)
Note (2)(a): This number is subject to change based on Stugotz altering rings to the "-4" current total. Specifically as seen recently when Stugotz adjusted the number from (i) 0 rings to (ii) -1 rings to (iii) -4 rings.
Note (2)(b): Here is a tweet transcript of the conversation where this was discovered.
Archive link
(3) If Kevin Durant wins an NBA title for the NY Knicks, he will gain 11 rings.
Note (3)(a): As seen above in "(2)," Kevin Durant has -4 rings.
Note (3)(b): [Math] If Durant were to remain at -4 rings, and subsequently win an NBA title for the Knicks, he will have 7 rings total. This was specifically stated (-4 + 11 = 7), and a question about a non-specifically stated Personal Record Book entry is posed below in "Note (3)(c)(i)."
Note (3)(c): If the Golden State Warriors had won a championship playing 3 on 5 with Kevin Durant, Kevin Durant would have 1 ring.
Note (3)(c)(i): [Confusion] I am unsure if "Note(3)(c)" means he would gain +1 ring, and therefore be "up" to -3 rings total. Possibly, Stugotz means if the Golden State Warriors had won a championship 3 on 5 with Durant, Kevin Durant would be at +1 rings total (Positive 1 rings).
(4) Kevin Durant's dagger in Game 3 did not count, because according to Stugotz, none of Durant's stats count. KD's official statline last night was 0/0/0 and the Cavs blew the Warriors out by 40.
(5) Anything Kevin Durant has done with the Warriors so far is not in Stugotz' personal record scroll.
Note (5)(a): Stugotz did not take his feathered pen and write anything in his scroll (King Roy approves).
(6) Westbrook has ALL of KD's rings.
(7) For every time KD says he doesn't give a BLEEP, Stugotz adds 2 "I do give a BLEEPS" in the personal record book.
(8) Per Dan, speaking on Stugotz' behalf, Kevin Durant has no Olympic Gold Medals (9/18/19 National Hour 1 @ 00:07:50).
Michael Jordan
(1) Jordan has 9 rings because:
(a) The Rockets have to give their 2 rings from 1994 and 1995 to Jordan (+2); and
(b) The Bulls would have won the 1999 Finals over the Spurs if Jordan didn't retire (+1; 9 total).
Note (1)(a-b)(i): Put LeBron's rings in a box and put Jordan's rings in a box. Jordan is +6 by the way over LeBron box-minus, despite box-minus sounding like a dumb stat.
(2) Michael Jordan was suspended for 2 years for gambling (Said 4/25/18 Hour 2, 14:30 in podcast).
Note 2(a): HOWEVER, MJ still has 9 rings as see above in (1)(a) and (1)(b).
(3) Any game Michael Jordan played wearing the uniform #45 does not count.
LeBron James
(1) If LeBron James goes to the Golden State Warriors, every Championship he wins will result in a deduction of 2 previously won championships.
(2) The Miami Heat LeBron teams were the GREATEST teams in the history of sports (5/7/18 Local Hour).
(3) The Miami Heat LeBron teams were also the MOST INTERESTING teams in the history of sports.
(4) If, after the 2018 NBA Playoffs:
(a) LeBron does not make it to the finals and the Celtics do; and
(b) The Houston Rockets do not make it to the finals and the Warriors do; and
(c) LeBron goes to the Houston Rockets for the next season, THEN
LeBron is allowed to win rings that count in Stu's personal record book.
Note (4)(a-c)(i): HOWEVER, Harden & Chris Paul - if they remain on the Rockets with LeBron on the team - are not allowed to have any of the rings won with LeBron count in Stu's personal record book.
Note 4(a-c)(ii): To quote the big man Stu (with Dan agreeing of course), "Do it on your own” (Dan agrees here).
(5) If LeBron wins an NBA Championship with the 2018 Lakers roster (as of 7/23/18), then that wins counts for 6 rings.
Note (5)(a): Thus LeBron would have 9 rings.
Kyrie Irving
(1) Kyrie Irving hit one of the biggest shots in NBA Finals History, but was only in that position because of LeBron James. Kyrie Irving, did hit one of the biggest shots in NBA Finals history that won everyone on that team a Ring, except for you (Kyrie). (3/9/20 Hour #3; Google Podcast @ 07:00).
Note (1)(a): Stugotz: "A little revision to the uhhh Stugotz Personal Record Book that I'll come around to writing...or Mike will." I'M WRITING IT YOU IDIOT MORON JACKAL
Misc. Basketball
(1) The Houston Rockets have 0 (Zero) NBA Championship victories.
Note (1)(a): See "Michael Jordan (1)(a)" for reasoning.
Note (1)(a)(i): [Restated Reasoning] Michael Jordan is actually in possession of those 1994 and 1995 Rockets rings because Michael Jordan would have won those championships if he stayed in Chicago.
Note(1)(b): [CONFLICTING HOT TAKE] Stugotz has also said Jordan didn't get the Rockets' rings because he was actually suspended for gambling.
Note (1)(b)(i) NEEDS CLARIFICATION PLEASE. Stugotz keeps going back and forth. In "Michael Jordan Note 1(a)," the opposite of "Miscellaneous Basketball Note (1)(b) is stated because he has gone back and forth on this issue.
(2) Steve Kerr has no rings as a coach. In fact, he has never even coached a game.
(3) Mychal Thompson (Klay's dad) has no rings. (Said on Zach Harper podcast).
(4) Clyde Drexler no rings (Said on Zach Harper podcast).
(5) Giannis Antetekoumpo is pronounced Yani Adababoombo.
(6) As long as James Harden has his beard, he cannot win any championships.
Note (6)(a): If the Rockets win a ring, then the ring goes to the beard.
(7) Lamarcus Aldridge cost the Spurs game 2 of the 2017 Western Conference Semifinals, even though they won.
(8) If the Sixers happen to win a championship, Sam Hinkie gets a ring.
(9) Chris Paul has NOT made a Western Conference Final since he had to join the Rockets to do so.
(10) Michael Jordan winning the NBA Finals in 1999 also means that Tim Duncan only has 4 rings instead of 5 rings.
(11) The Warriors only have 1 ring
Note (11)(a): Durant still has -4.
(12) Boogie Cousins cannot win a NBA Championship and have it count if he does so with the Warriors.
(13) Billy Donovan was the NBA Coach of the Year in 2017 (12/13/17 @ 28:10 Hour 1).
Note (13)(a): The Thunder blowing the 3-1 lead to the Warriors that year had nothing to do with Donovan. It was Durant's fault.
(14) The OKC Thunder actually did win the WCF against the Warriors in 2017 when up 3-1.
Note (14)(a): This does not apply to Durant though.
Note (14)(b): The Thunder also beat whoever they would have played in the Finals. Durant still no ring.
(15) Embiid has his 2023 MVP taken away and given to Jimmy Butler.
(16) Caitlin Clark's NCAA all-time scoring record still belongs to Pistol Pete because unlike Pistol Pete, Caitlin didn't do it in 3 years and she did it with a 3 point line.

BASEBALL

Babe Ruth
(1) Babe Ruth is black.
(2) Babe Ruth never hit a baseball. Not once.
(3) Babe Ruth is the number two black baseball player of all time behind Barry Larkin.
(4) Babe Ruth is NOT a top 20 Baseball player of all time. He's a pitcher.
Note (4)(a): However This is somewhat confusing/interesting because:
(i) Stugotz has said "Babe Ruth is the number two black baseball player of all time behind Barry Larkin; and"
(ii) This MUST mean Stugotz can only have 1 black player in his top 20 Baseball players of all time Barry Larkin; because
(iii) The only way this can work logically is if in the list of greatest players #1 through #20, only Barry Larkin is on the latter top #1 through #20 list. I would like some clarification on if he wishes to change this take/record.
(5) Babe Ruth is also not a top 20 pitcher of all time.
Misc. Baseball
(1) Stugotz has declared that in his personal record book, Baseball no longer allows pitchers to hit (Stated on 05/03/2018 @ 12:38:52 P.M).
Note (1)(a): Excludes Bartolo Colon, and Shohei Ohtani.
Note (1)(b): You are either a pitcher or a hitter. Not both.
(2) If the Dodgers won the 2017 World Series Clayton Kershaw would not have had a ring.
(3) Wade Boggs DOES have a ring because he rode around on a horse with a beer afterward.
(4) Clayton Kershaw did not win an MVP award because the award for pitchers was already given, the CY Young award.
(5) Miami beat LSU in the 1996 College Baseball World Series.
(6) The 1986 NY Mets did not win the World Series against the Boston Red Sox.
Note (6)(a): This "pains" Stugotz.
(7) The Red Sox retroactively winning the 1986 World Series may result in taking a ring away from the Mets.
Note (7)(a): Stugotz has to think about it though, he's not sure yet.
(8) Bryce Harper did not win the 2018 home run derby because he cheated.
(9) Kershaw's Earned Ring Average (ERA) is 0.00.
(10) Mike Minor (Rangers Pitcher) does not have 200 strikeouts in 2019. He's at 199 (National Hour 2, 10 mins 40 seconds in).
Note (10)(a): Chris agrees too. And who really cares (15% on poll do care).
(11) The 2020-2021 Mets, during the Coronavirus outbreak, are 0-3 and Jacob deGrom is somehow 0-1 with a 0.00 ERA and 1 complete game. The deGrominator. (Google Podcast 3/30 Hour #3 @ 19:20)

HOCKEY

(1) Ray Bourque doesn't have a ring.
(2) Alex Ovechkin may or may not have won the Stanley Cup against the Vegas Golden Knights.
Note (2)(a): "I mean he beat an expansion team . . . bunch of players nobody wanted" (We get the sense that Dan agrees).

TENNIS

(1) If anyone wins a major in Female Tennis without Serena Williams playing, it does not count and they have 0 rings.
(2) If Maria Sharapova wins a grand slam in which Serena isnt competing it doesnt count.

GOLF

(1) If Jason Day wins the 2018 Masters, it counts as an American winning (as far as bets are concerned).
(2) Vijay Singh did not play in the 2018 Masters.
(3) Steph Curry did not win the 2023 American Century Celebrity Golf Championship Tournament . Mardy Fish was the real winner.

SOCCER

(1) Lionel Messi is stripped of all his achievements for using HGH. He never played soccer. He is still 5'1". "Fraud."
(2) Soccer is dead.

NCAA DIVISION 1 WOMEN'S LACROSSE

(1) Rachel has more rings than Kevin Durant

MISCELLANEOUS

(1) Aqua?
(2) Rings plus-minus is the only way to measure greatness.
(3) The HBO Andre the Giant film was good, not great, and Stugotz didn’t learn anything.
(4) Benoit Lecomte (guy they interviewed) can not and will not swim from San Francisco to Tokyo in the personal record book because he is most likely taking a dip for a few minutes then coming back on the boat and enjoying some filet mignon by the pool.
Note (4)(a): "Do it without a yacht. And how about ya do it without the little magnetic field around you that keeps sharks away. How bout that. Allows dolphins through though? Anyway.."
(5) Justify (the Horse) only has a double crown.
Note (5)(a): This is the first ever double crown.
(6) Tango and Cash is in the action movie Hall of Fame. and Cliffhanger has the greatest 5 minute intro of any movie of all time.
(7) Maximum Security (a Horse) won the 2019 Kentucky Derby.
(8) Fruit Stripes Gum is NOT a 1st Ballot Hall of Famer in Stu's "Gum Hall of Fame." (08/12/2019 Hour 2 @ 15:25).
Note (8)(a): "It loses it's flavor so quickly"
Note (8)(b): Also, "[...] Bazooka...1st Ballot Hall of Famer." Also, "Big League Chew..1st Ballot."
(9) Chris Cote owns all intellectual property rights to the "Friends" (TV Show) Movie with a misleading preview that eventually has a climax leading to an intense murder mystery. (10/29/19 Hour #2 @ 03:15).
Note (9)(a): "If they make this without crediting Cote, they're stealing it."
(10) That guy killed the pigeon (12/10 Hour 3 @ 08:20).
(11) Billy owns the record for world's longest Plank (2/25, Hour #3; Google Podcast @ 30:55).
Note (11)(a): Possibly in just the Non-Marine edition.
(12) Zach Buchanan won a Pulitzer Prize for his story on the Madison Bumgarner / Mason Saunders rodeo fiasco (2/28/20 Hour #2; Google Podcasts @ 21:35).
(13) Findlay the Golden retriever holds the Stu Gotz Personal Record Book record for most tennis balls held in a mouth at one time by a dog at 6 (2/11/2020)
(14) Ace Davis (The kid who "proved" Tom Brady was cheating with science) and his fathefamily are heroes (4/1 Hour #3; Google Podcast @ 18:50).
(15) Dan did NOT do more push-ups than Domonique Foxworth (Dan did push-ups on a non-linear platform) (4/28/2020 Hour # 1).

SPORTS MEDIA DREAM TEAM™

Sourced from Google Podcast; 05/06/2020, Hour 2 @ 09:00
(Head Coach) Ernie Johnson - "When you look over to the bench, what you need is someone to stand tall, someone who is confident, someone who is competent, someone who has all the credibility -soaked in credibility - when you have the Head Coach of the Sports Media Dream Team."
(1; Point Guard) Mike Greenberg - "Doesn't really want to answer the big questions, but has no problem distributing those questions to other people who are happy to answer them."
(2; Shooting Guard) Stephen A. Smith - "Never met a topic he doesn't like. Short memory, doesn't care, Greeny could throw him anything and Stephen A. is gonna run with it even if he knows nothing about the topic. That is how it works. Stephen A. is the greatest of all time."
(3; Small Forward) Chris Fowler - "A do it all guy. Studio show? Great. Play by Play? Even better. Can do everything."
(4; Small Forward Replacement) Maria Taylor) - "Need Play by Play, need Sideline, need Studio Host - she can do it all"
(5; Power Forward) Dianna Russini - "You need some crazy, some don't mess with us, someone to tear someone's head off in the event that they come after one of us."
(6; Power Forward Replacement) PFT Commenter - "He just comes in and acts crazy, throws his arms and hair around, and give ya 5 to 10 really crazy minutes."
(7; In honor of the Chicago Bulls, Stugotz needed a Wennington, a Purdue) Scott Van Pelt - Dan debated whether or not SVP should be on the Sports Media Dream Team™. That's what he's doing.
(8; Bench Player w/ No Position Specified) Doris Burke
(9) Teased...
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2024.05.14 10:40 wisteria_town Day 14 post SCT + A little storytime

Hi! Just wanted to thank everyone for all of the support on my last post, the days have been passing by easier since then. 🥹🫶🏻
Day 14 today, my counts started going up a few days ago! Neutrophils pranked me a little (0,00→0,05→0,00→0,02→0,04 today) but otherwise, everything else has been going up pretty well, hemoglobin and platelets especially! Still got pain obviously, and god awful issues with my bowel movements, but I'm managing! Optimistic for once in my life.
I realized that the only people who know my story are my doctors and part of my family. I love reading other people's stories, it makes me feel less alone (feel free to share yours if you want!), so I figured I'd share. I'll keep it brief.
Everything started with a cold that took a suspiciously long time to heal which left me with a really bad cough (that took 3 months to go away, my doctors tried everything 😭). Tiredness (5h naps during the day wouldn't cut it) turned into faiting episodes. Wounds wouldn't heal, bruises would appear. Swollen lymph nodes and gums. My last memory before getting the blood tests that changed my life was helping kindergartners (Vocational HS section where I'm basically learning to be a daycare teacher) explore a forest. In heels, without water and with no food in my stomach... Man, I really thought I could do anything. Sweet memory I cherish though.
After I got a few blood tests (I only remember my iron being 4x the amount it should've been, WBC 24k + 60% blasts) done we got a call from the lab to go to the hospital and re-do them. The hospital wouldn't re-do them because they said the results are clear, I've leukemia. The poor doctor started crying. I remember my reaction, “Leukemia? But I'm only 16.” (And now I'm turning 17 at the end of the month, how time flies) Saw a pediatric onco-hematologist on Monday. Said it looked like AML (later on found out it's "high risk, M4" but I don't exactly know what that entails) there's treatment available, said my dad can't stay as my caretaker (which I didn't understand then but I thank her for now), and then she left. She's not exactly very talkative...
Next day I got a portacath, and started investigations pre-chemo. Thankfully everything looked fine, hadn't spread to my brain, my lungs and heart were fine, basically everything was okay otherwise. Started chemo. Didn't go into remission after induction (I think I was at around 11% blasts) but went into full remission after second round. Two more rounds of chemo, then a SCT with my mom as the donor.
Now I'm looking forward to the future (although I'm also terrified of it and of the long term effects that I know I'll have to deal with). If everything goes well, my doctors have said I could maybe return to school at the start of September, which would be perfect for me since that's when the school year starts. It's genuinely my only wish. I value school so much, I know it seems ridiculous, but I studied a lot, got pretty good grades, even went to the national English olympics in 9th grade. My teachers have been very understanding too. I hope I'll be able to return, but I'll do whatever my doctors say. I don't want to set my expectations too high. I miss my teachers a lot. Also my cat, but she's having fun on the countryside! Meet Șoarec
The only thing I haven't been able to cope with is the less understanding people, haha. It really be your own family sometimes. Mom is my caretaker and although she's super sweet, she can be very rude about my pain, and pressuring me to eat/drink. Dad told me “God punished me and that's why I got leukemia” which left me stunned, I've been thinking about that for a month. Also the occasional “Oh, what's leukemia? Is it like, gamer over for you?” or “RIP” reaction when I tell someone my diagnosis. I'm gonna work these issues out in therapy though...
Hope this isn't too long or trauma-dumpy haha! Just wanted to share, this community has been very kind & helpful and I definitely wish I would've joined sooner.
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2024.05.12 16:33 nulll_ DEADCOAST Book 1: "HEAT and the Grizzly Reds" - Chapter 1 Contd.

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CHAPTER 1 - CONTD.
Ryans Apartment, Zero Beach, Seven Minutes into the Invasion
In the wake of the explosion, Ryan's consciousness wavered on the cusp of reality. The ringing in his ears a piercing aftermath of the blast. It was a high-pitched, unrelenting tone that vibrated through his entire being. The sharp, keening noise gradually began to dull, morphing into a low, muffled hum that slowly sharpened into the distinct voices of solace and destruction.
YOU ARE STRONGER THAN THIS! GET UP!
… it's not time yet. Wake up...breathe…
GET UP ONION HEAD!
Ryan hovered on the brink of consciousness; the echoes of Robin's voice fought through the fog, each word a lifeline thrown into the depths of his disoriented mind.
"YOU'RE LETTING IT WIN'...
breathe, Ryan…
"STOP OVERTHINKING AND JUST BOX" –
live...
"YOU'RE BETTER THAN THIS, ACT LIKE IT, BELIEVE IT KID!"
The words repeated, each iteration more urgent than the last, resonating within the confines of his mind.
"YOU GOTTA USE YOUR WHOLE CHEST TO BREATHE WITH THE PUNCHES, IT FUELS YOUR BODY! STOP HOLDING YOUR BREATH WITH THE PUNCHES! YOU GOTTA;
breathe…
BREATHE...
BREATHE RYAN!
The command was simple yet seemed insurmountable. His lungs burned for air, his chest tight and unyielding. Then, with a gasp that tore through the silence, Ryan's body convulsed in a desperate bid for oxygen. It was a harsh, ragged breath, filled with the grit and debris of his shattered surroundings. His lungs expanded painfully, dragging in the much-needed air as if he were surfacing from deep underwater.
This first breath was a jolt of life, snapping him back to reality. Spit and cough followed his body's instinctive reaction to the dust and ash filling his mouth and throat. Amidst the wreckage, under the protective shield of the Stan Lee promotional board, he lay gasping, each breath a battle of its own. A sharp pain split his hand as he pushed the Stan Lee board. Not to his surprise, there was a shard of glass embedded, as seconds passed staring at the glass, it now registered fully in his awakened senses.
In a disoriented fury, fueled test of the mind, Ryan yanks the shard, heaves the board off, and screams out to the void;
"KEEP IT UP; I'M GONNA KNOCK EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU TH--" Ryan's defiant declaration was abruptly cut short. The air was suddenly filled with an ominous sound.
vrom…vrom...vrom vrom vromvromvromvromvrom,
A sound that spelled imminent danger recognized the unmistakable presence of a military strike chopper, its silhouette menacing as it was equipped from wingtip to wingtip with instruments of war.
Ryan's survival instincts surged to the forefront. Without hesitation, he darted to the left of the door, seeking cover and to hide. The chopper's presence was an escalation he hadn't anticipated, its threat immediate and overwhelming. The high-pitched whirring of the minigun, a sound synonymous with impending destruction, filled the air, sending a chill down his spine.
The shrieks and cries outside grew as he huddled in his makeshift shelter, once home. The sound of windows shattering under the assault of the chopper's armaments was interspersed with human screams – a harrowing crunch of glass and terror. For a fleeting moment, Ryan hoped that it was just the windows yielding under strain, but the chilling reality set in as the screams of glass transitioned into the all-too-human screams of fear and pain. Then, as quickly as the chaos had escalated, a haunting silence ensued, enveloping the space in an ominous calm.
Crouched and alert, Ryan knew this lull could be the precursor to something even more dire. His mind raced, adrenaline coursing through his veins as he prepared for what might come next on this unexpected battlefield.
"He's not... they aren't..." Ryan's voice trailed off as he cautiously peered around the corner. The sight that met his eyes was one of utter destruction. The building beside his own was shredded entirely, its missing face, a testament to the ruthless efficiency of the strike chopper's assault.
"NO. THOSE PEOPLE..." The realization hit Ryan like a physical blow. He wasn't versed in dealing with military traumas or ptsd, he didnt have the ability of skill with firearms, but he was a fighter at heart, and he had been in a few battles in his life. But this... this was a different kind of battle. His gaze fell upon Robin's photo by the front door, next to a childhood picture of himself proudly perched on his father's shoulders. Memories of a simpler, safer time flooded back. Then extreme perill set in for the safety of his family in Toronto.
"Dad gave em' hell back East. Robin, I had your back for years; now it's your turn, pal," he whispered to the still images.
Gathering his courage, Ryan called out, "HEY GUYS! IS EVERYONE OK? 241 CORDOVA ST, ARE YOU GUYS ALIVE? HELLO?" His voice echoed through the shattered remnants of his building, a desperate plea for any sign of life. But there was nothing. Only silence answered him.
"IF YOU ARE ALIVE, I WILL COME TO YOU, I WILL HELP YOU, JUST SAY SOMETHING!" he shouted, his voice tinged with desperation. Again, silence was his only response.
A crushing wave of realization swept over him. "Oh no..oh no, oh no, oh no, are they all dead? They're all dead... Everyone's dead..." The words were a barely audible whisper as he slid down against the wall, his hands cupping his face. Overwhelmed by the magnitude of the tragedy, Ryan grappled with a sense of profound helplessness. "What do I do? What can I do? I'm not military. I'm dude, a washed-up boxer, a never was Vocalist... Robin, I need you. What am I supposed to do now?" His thoughts spiralled, his perceived inadequacies bearing down on him.
Tears began to mix with the blood on his cheeks, the physical and emotional pain indistinguishable. The hopelessness was palpable, enveloping him in a shroud of despair. In this moment of utter desolation, Ryan confronted the harsh reality of his situation – surrounded by devastation, feeling utterly powerless to change it.
Ryans Gastown Unit - 8:35 am - 25 Minute's into the Invasion of Vancouver
Ryan's thoughts drifted to his family far away in Toronto. A wry smile flickered across his face as he pondered, "Who's going to help them? Well...With Dad around, I doubt any soldier would do well trying that old brute in close quarters. Ive seen him nearly tear a mans head off. OVER POPCORN." The thought brought a brief, much-needed moment of relief.
"HA." The chuckle helped Ryan steady his breathing, slowing the rapid, panicked rhythm to something more controlled. Comedy and light-heartedness had always been his anchor, a way to ground himself even in dire circumstances. Gradually, his vision sharpened, pulling the world back into focus.
His father's words from a past conversation resonated in his mind. "I know it's hard, son, and it's not going to change overnight. Your father didn't get to where he is by flipping burgers. Listen, kid - we've got more in common than you think. Robin? I saved his life, twice he w-"
"YOU KNEW ROBIN?" Ryan had interrupted, the revelation startling him. His father's response had been stern, a directive to listen more than to question.
"NOT ANOTHER WORD. Your mother was the guiding light, son. You're not to speak of these next words to me ever again capeesh? Now, listen- I served for many years. The how and when don't matter. But know this, if you're anything like the man I raised to be, you're bound to cross paths with mine of old. Youll find out things, things that arent for me to tell you about myself. In these times, takes this knowledge and blaze your own trail for your generation, for tomorrow's youth. Canada needs leaders, Ryan, and it needs men with good hearts," his father had said, his voice a mix of severity and pride. His father then imparted a crucial lesson that resonated with Ryan now more than ever. "It's not just about the muscles 'here,'" his father had said, pointing to his bicep, "but about the still water 'here,'" pointing to his forehead, "and fire 'here,'" pointing to his mouth. "Your mind and your words are your greatest tools. If you can harness these, along with the strength in your body, son, you can take on the world."
As Ryan processed these memories, a renewed sense of purpose began. His father's words were a beacon in the pandemonium, reminding him that he was more than just a fighter in the physical sense. He was a good person, a man of conviction and strength, both body and character. With this realization, Ryan felt a spark of determination ignite within him. I can help. I can make a difference, even if its just for one person.
"I was built for this shit." he muttered, as his chin raised with eyes lit confidently and bright.
BOOM
A nearby shell explosion jolted Ryan back into the harsh light of reality. As the dust settled, a knowing smile crossed his face. Energized with a newfound sense of purpose, Ryan surged to his feet. He was a coiled spring of readiness, willingness, and simmering anger, ready to be unleashed. "If I can just save one person, just ONE, then everything I've been through... it will all have meant something. I will help—"
His voice erupted in a guttural roar, reverberating off the walls and piercing through the chaos outside. This roar was a culmination of years spent on punk stages, belting out lyrics to enthralled audiences in dimly lit bars reeking of sweat and stale beer. Grunge, punk, hardcore, metalcore – he'd done it all. His voice, seasoned in the gritty underground music scene, was now a clarion call. Ryan knew how to make noise, work a crowd, stir the spot to make himself heard the way he wanted to be heard, and in this moment of chaos, he was ready to make some god damn noise.
His voice rang through the open face of his apartment into the cobblestones of gastown. This central part of Vancouver, known for its distinctive blend of history and gritty urban culture, had welcomed him with a warmth that was as rare as it was genuine. In the small gestures – the nods of recognition from shopkeepers, the casual chats in cozy cafes, and the friendly banter in the streets – Ryan felt a sense of belonging he hadn't experienced anywhere else.
With essentials in hand – water, first-aid kit, food – Ryan was the image of a man ready to face whatever lay ahead. He reached for his spring jacket and saw Robins's old Tan Military Jacket peeking from the cubby of the closet. It had all the units and patches cut off, leaving discolered arches, name plates, but more importantly a faded blank dagger insignia looked like it once settled here. Ryan grinned and swung it around his back. The jacket gave Ryan a sense of comfort in the peril, it felt like armor against the uncertainty outside.
BOOM
This explosion was different – closer, more powerful reverberations sending a shiver through Ryan's core. The ground beneath him seemed to protest, emitting a bone-jarring rumble that resonated deep in his chest. "What the hell? That shook my sternum. Are they using bigger shells now?" Ryan muttered, his confusion laced with a growing sense of anger. "Why are they doing this? We gave up our military in the name of protection. The States... WHERE ARE THEY NOW? HOW COULD THEY LET THIS HAPPEN?" His mind raced with thoughts of betrayal and broken promises. "We supply them with all the freshwater they need, expecting protection in return. And our government... too blinded by their virtue signalling to see the need for a military."
Another BOOM echoed, this one knocking Robin's picture off the wall. It fell with a soft thud under the front door bench. Bending to retrieve it, Ryan's gaze fell upon a small, well-worn boxing wrap – a tangible piece of his past, a reminder of who he was and what he could achieve. It was a moment of clarity amidst the chaos. His eyes moved to the photo of him and Robin after the Canadian Olympic Boxing Qualifiers.
"ROBIN! YOU BEAUTIFUL SON OF A BITCH, THANK YOU!" he exclaimed, his voice a mix of gratitude and resolve as he kissed the photo in the broken frame. Energized, Ryan dashed to his room and retrieved a black lacquer box edged with rose-red gold. Opening the lid, he revealed a glistening rose gold-hued, maple studded, brass knuckles. One side features a matte patch of perhaps a prior unfortunate owner crossing Robin's path – a cherished, meaningful gift from Robin, commemorating his selection as one of Team Canada's Boxers. Clutching them tightly, he hurried back to his exit, fully prepared to face whatever lay ahead.
Taking the moment to reflect, Ryan had been reminded of his strength and purpose. The souvenir from Robin; perhaps Robins greatest gift of all--a symbol of Ryans potential and a call to action. With the weight of responsibility and the fire of determination, Ryan was ready to confront the crisis, to stand and fight for the city and community that had become his home.
As he picked up the broken frame, Ryan's eyes lingered on the photo it held – an image capturing a moment of triumph and brotherhood with Robin. There they were, arms around each other, radiant with the joy of victory that had propelled Ryan to the Olympics, representing Canada. The photograph was more than a memory; it was a testament to the bond they had shared, as deep as that of brothers.
Carefully, Ryan removed the cherished image from its shattered casing, rolling it up with a reverence that belied the moment's urgency. He tucked it safely into his backpack, ensuring this piece of his past would accompany him into the uncertain future.
Taking a deep, grounding breath, Ryan steeled himself against the fear and uncertainty that lay beyond the walls of his apartment. This fight was not just for his survival; it was for Vancouver, the city that had welcomed him, for the memories of the streets on the East Coast that had raised him, for his family, his resilient father, and in memory of Robin, the friend and mentor he had lost.
With each step towards the door, the muffled sounds of chaos outside grew louder, piercing the bubble of normalcy that had been his apartment. The contrast was jarring – just minutes ago, he had been greeted by a peaceful morning, and now he was stepping into a world turned upside down. The day had marked a shift in the world as he knew it, and Ryan found himself at the epicentre of the upheaval.
As he opened the door, the sounds of bombardment and bloodshed outside hit him like a sonic boom. The familiar streets were now echoes of distress and conflict, a stark reminder that life as he knew it had irrevocably changed. Ryan stepped out, determined and persistent, ready to navigate this new reality. The day the world changed had begun, and he was poised to meet it head-on.
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2024.05.11 21:43 Edwin_R_Murrow Race report - Eugene 2024 marathon (thanks Eugene!)

Race Information

Goals

Goal Description Completed?
A Sub 4:05 (nominal BQ) yes
B Sub 4:00 yes
C Sub 3:55 (BQ with really solid cushion) no
D Sub 3:50 no
E Sub 3:48 (AG 70%) no

Splits

Split Time
1 08:45
2 08:37
3 08:38
4 08:37
5 08:37
6 08:35
7 08:34
8 08:45
9 09:07
10 08:46
11 08:50
12 08:37
13 08:32
14 08:47
15 08:48
16 08:55
17 08:50
18 08:50
19 08:57
20 09:04
21 09:05
22 09:23
23 09:38
24 09:42
25 10:01
26 09:36
.37 09:20

Background

After a 30-year hiatus, I began running again in January 2022. In November 2023, I ran the NYC Marathon, my first, with a time of 4:14:xx. Eugene was my second marathon, and I sought to attain at least a nominal BQ with a time of 4:05. Beyond that, I hoped to break 4 hours. With 3:55 I would have a comfortable cushion of 10 minutes for going to Boston. Based on recent races, I should have been able to do even better - in 10Ks in January (Classics By The Sea in Florida, 48:xx) and February (Manhattan 10K, 49:xx), as well as in the NYC Half in March (1:49), I had AG scores of over 70. On that basis (as well as the prediction from the Runanalyze site), a time of 3:48 was possible.

Training

I used the Runna app to set up a 16-week structured training program which maxed out at about 49 miles/week with several long runs of 21 miles. It went well, though I had to adjust it to accommodate other races and work obligations and I found that the target paces for the speed work were really challenging. The program included a three-week taper which felt a little long to me. Although I intended to include strength work in my training, this did not happen.

Pre-race

We flew across the country Friday evening for the Sunday race and spent Saturday reconnecting with a series of old friends. This was really nice, and necessarily took my focus off of the marathon. The travel and socializing left me a little sleep-deprived Sunday morning, but no regrets. I woke about three hours before the race, had some beet juice, coffee, a half bagel, and a banana. The weather was perfect, mid to high 40s and a little overcast.
I checked my bag, hit the porta-potty, and got to the start with about 30 mins to spare. I found the 3:50 pacer, Keith, a sharp runner who had been pacing marathons on the West Coast every week for the last month or so. When I told Keith that I was 67 and that this was only my second marathon, he advised me to run with the 3:55 or 4:00 pacers but I (of course) did not listen. I had my first Maurten gel and a few swigs of Maurten 160 and we were off.

Race

The first few miles were fairly crowded but manageable. I started a little fast, but not over the top, and enjoyed the chatter with those around me. I ran at a pretty consistent pace for most of the race - through 30K, all of my 5K splits were between 26:45 and 27:30, close enough to Keith so that I could appreciate his smart tangents on the somewhat windy course. I was having a great time, high fiving other runners and the crowd, and singing snippets of songs when the mood struck. My biggest problem through mile 20 was my music - I had curated three separate playlists for the race (Act I - Take it easy, Act II - Maintain and mix it up, Act III - You got this. Finish strong), but only the second loaded properly on my Garmin. I sipped Maurten gel from a gel flask every few miles and sucked down a caffeinated gel at about mile 19. I slowed down gradually beginning at about mile 20, and by mile 23 or so I was periodically admonishing myself aloud "come ON x." But I was not so much deep in the pain cave as looking inside it.
In the last few miles of my first marathon, I was fighting for each tenth of a mile; here, the unit, the goal, was a half mile. At mile 23, there were 6 of these left, plus the final stretch at Hayward Field. I kept on thinking about, visualizing, the finish, but I could no longer even imagine a sprint.
Finally the field came into view, I turned and hit the track, and gave it my all. The video shows that my cadence is quick, but my strides are short, Fred Flintstone like, as this was all that I could manage with the soreness in my glutes and hips. I hit the finish and pumped my arms, then listed a bit to port in a way not unreminiscent of Olympic pioneer Gabriela Andersen-Schiess. Three medics came up to me, but I shook them off with fist bumps and staggered off towards the bag check.

Lessons

As an older white male, I've been given breaks throughout my life because of how I look, how I seem, and how I talk. This privilege has helped me to transcend a rough family background and my first-generation status to go on to earn a PhD and have a successful career and a great family. I have been, in short, very fortunate. Running has reminded me of my good fortune (sometimes with every stride), but these two marathons have given me something more, an appreciation of my own sense of willfulness and determination. Before this race, in the fatigue of the last weeks of my training, I was thinking that this might be, though not my last marathon, my fastest. But I am not done aspiring. Health permitting, I'll be in NYC this Fall, and almost certainly Boston next Spring. And I'll be breathing hard, and occasionally singing.
Made with Strava race report generator. / Written with StackEdit.
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2024.05.09 20:18 lost_library_book Nancy Drew and the Case of the Missing Boyfriend

I AM NOT THE OOP. OOP is u/ThrowRA-3258
Originally posted in relationship_advice
4 updates (3 in original post, one in a new post)
Original Post - April 29th, 2024
My (32F) boyfriend (35M) of six years disappeared while I was out of town and I don't know what to do?
Last Tuesday evening I (32F) came home from a being out of town for two weeks for work, my boyfriend (35M) Nate was supposed to pick me up from the airport but once I got in, I wasn't able to get ahold of him and he never showed up, I was a little annoyed but no too worried because I figured he had fallen asleep(When I talked to him earlier that morning he said he didn't sleep very well the night before and was going to lay down before he had to come get me)so I called my sister for a ride home.
When I got home Nate was no where to be found, I checked the garage an his car was gone, so I sent him a text asking where he was and headed up stairs to unpack. When I open the closet to put my things away I saw that almost all of his clothes were gone. At this point I'm confused, so I start calling him it just keeps ringing and then going to voicemail. I check his office and everything is still there, everything in the house is still there and in place except his clothes and his car. I'm really starting to freak out at this point, so I call my sister and she comes over and we both try calling and messaging him and still get no answer. his computer and his laptop are both still in his office, I logged on to his computer and my sister his laptop(I know all his passwords) but we didn't find anything out of the ordinary, so I started searching his desk and found his iPad in the top drawer, I logged into it and checked everything I could think of and found nothing out of the ordinary, my sister suggested checking the find my iPhone app on his iPad to see if we find out where his phone was. We logged into the app and see that his phone was pinging in the next state over, I starting calling him again but still got no answers to my calls or text.
I really start to lose it here, my mind starts going all over the place trying to figure out what could be going on, I called the police because I think someone has to have done something to him. The police came out but they said there wasn't much they could do because he hasn't been gone long and his clothes missing was sign the he left on his own violation.
Over the last few days I've done everything I can to contact him, He doesn't have any family except for a brother that he cut ties with before I met him, I found him online and sent him a message but he said he hasn't seen or heard from Nate in years. I keep checking his phones location and since Saturday morning it has been pinging in the same location in the PNW, I took off work for the rest of the week and my sister and I are flying up there to go to the location his phone is pinging.
Has anyone ever dealt with something like this before? How do I even confront him, what if he is with another woman, what if he isn't there or worse? I am so lost and hurt right now, my mind is all over the place, I can’t think straight, I’m so lost right now.
tl;dr my(32F) boyfriend (35M) of six years disappeared while I was out of town, haven't been able to contact him but his phone is pinging in the PNW and I am going to confront him tomorrow.
Edit: Yes I have called or messaged all of his friends, none of them have seen or heard from him, I do have access to his bank account as we have a joint account but not his business account, He last used his debt card Friday night in a town west of Seattle Washington, He owns his own business but has taken a step back over the last year so he doesn't communicate with them regularly, they haven't heard from him since last month.
I am 5 months pregnant and we have known for 3 months, he did become a bit reserved and withdrawn since we found out but its not uncommon for him to do that every so often especially around this time of year. I don't truly believe that he would abandon me and his child, that's just not the type of man he is but I don't know what to think anymore.
small update: first I want say thank you to everyone for suggesting the welfare check epically u/MuppetJonBonJovi We called the the department where his phone is pinging and they have sent someone over to see if they can make contact with him.. Its been over an hour and we are still waiting to hear back. I am hopeful but still have a overbearing since of dread. All I want to know right now is that he is ok and I can figure out everything else later, I just need to know he is ok.
UPDATE [same post]: The police were able to do a welfare check and although they were unable to make direct contact with him they spoke to the couple who live at the house, they said they were old family friends and that he was there on Friday and Saturday but that he went to the Olympics Sunday morning to go hiking for a couple of days, The officers informed them of what was going on and they told him, they believed he was ok and that they would contact me tonight to try and help explain the situation. What does that even mean? I am even more confused, our flight to Seattle is at 9:45am tomorrow and at this point we are still going, I hope these people do call but its been awhile now and I haven't heard anything.
NEW UPDATE [same post]: I think this will be my final update, I have to get ready and get my stuff packed for the flight in the morning, I have just spent the last hour speaking to the couple who house he was at and they against his wishes told me what is going on. They have known Nate since he was 12 years old, he started dating their daughter Ashley when they were in sixth grade and they counited dating all through middle school and high school. Ashley got pregnant toward the end of their senior year and they got engaged. I don't know how to even write this next part, When their son was a 1.5 years old they were involved in an accident with a drunk driver, Nate was ejected from the car and Ashley and his son passed away in the accident, She said that he blames himself for it because according to him they were never supposed to be out that night and it was his fault they were, She said he withdrew from them and everyone else and that up until last Friday that hadn't heard from him since he left. She has offered to come get my sister and I from the airport in the morning and she can try to answer any questions I have while we wait for him to return, She said they know where he is, he is at the spot they spread their ashes, she said he told her that he need be with his son one more time before he let him go... I'm honestly in a total state of shock right now, I don't know what to think but I know he is in pain and I need to get to him and I can figure everything else after.
Thank you to all the kind people who reached out and offered your suggestions, I honestly don't think I would have this information right now if it wasn't for you all, so again thank you!
UPDATE - May 9th, 2024
First I want to say thank you to everyone who reached out and offered your advice and help on the other hand the people who were just mean or all the men who came into my messages, you should be ashamed of yourselves.
We did fly out to Seattle last Tuesday morning. Kathy(the wife of the couple) picked us up from the airport and took us back to their place, on the way there she said her husband was on his way to go find Nate so he could bring him back but it would likely be a few hours before they would arrive back.
As we waited Kathy did her best to answer some of the questions that I had, I knew Nate lost his mom at a young age to breast cancer but she said it had deeply profound effect on him and he became a very troubled child, she said that when him and Ashley met that Nate was in a group home(I did not know this)because he was in a lot of trouble for fighting and drug use(he was 12!) I was kind of taken back by this because I've never know him to do anything besides smoke marijuana from time to time, he doesn't even drink. She said that when they met Ashley immediately took on a role of protector of him, she could feel his pain and she wanted to rescue him from it, when they finally got to know him they decided that they would take Nate in if he wanted that once he was was out of the group home, when he was 16 he finally got out of the group home but was still on probation so he had to live with his dad who was a alcoholic and abusive but he would spend most evenings and weekends at their house, he still got in trouble because he kept failing his U.A. for marijuana but he was no longer getting into fights, he credited Ashley for that and felt like she and her family were the only people besides his mom to ever show him any compassion or love. She asked if I would like to see pictures of them and when she showed me the picture of Nate holding his son for the first time I broke down, because I have never seen him in the six years we have been together with a smile like that, he was so happy, he smiles now from time to time and he is always laughing but I've never seen that smile, that gleam. it just broke me to know that he had been living in that much pain for 15+ years and hid it from everyone. We looked through more pictures and she told more stories. and spoke of how sad she was when he left, we talked for hours and then finally her husband came through the doo but Nate was not with him.
George(Kathy's husband) said that he had found Nate where he was supposed to be and explained that my sister and I were at their house waiting for him. He said when he told him this that Nate laughed and said of course, and that he would head back, he just needed a few more minutes alone.
so we waited for what felt like forever and finally a little over two hours after George arrived back, Nate walked in the front door. He looked at me and the first words out of his mouth were "I should have known my note wouldn't be good enough and that you would come find me, I love you and I am very sorry" I said what note! and he said the one I put in you front seat, he put in my car! I never even thought to check there for anything.
I am going to leave out a lot of this next part because its very personal but I asked him why he would just leave me at the airport and why he wouldn't just call or text me that he was leaving. He said that while I was gone, he wanted to put some of the things that we had gotten for the baby in the nursey and start painting it before I got back and that everything was fine until he started putting together the dresser and the changing station, while he was doing that he was flooded with memories of his son and Ashley and that it actually knocked him off his feet and he broke down, he said every time he closed his eyes he saw them(that's why he couldn't sleep) he said he deiced to take mushrooms to try and help get him out of it(what!) but all that did was make things worse and he realized that he needed to not forget them and not hide them and that he needed to go make peace with them and ask them to forgive him for abandoning their memory. He knew that when I got home that I would obviously know something wasn't right with him and he also didn't know how to tell me he had been hiding a huge part of his past, anyway he expressed how sorry he was and that he understood if all of this was to much and if I didn't want to be with him anymore that he would completely understand. I let him know that as long as he agreed to never hide something from me or disappear again and would agree to go to therapy and couples therapy that I wouldn't be going anywhere. He promised he would do whatever I asked of him. I asked him to fly back with me and my sister called her husband to fly in and they would drive his car back. So we are back home now, he hasn't started therapy yet but has an appointment next week.
Our baby is doing ok and so am I, I just need him to be ok and everything will be good again, anyway thank you again to all the kind hearts who reached out, you gave me a lot of positive vibes in a dark time and I really cant thank you enough for that.
Comments
Svennerson
OP, I want to commend you for a bit here.
For most people, what Nate did here would be an absolute irredeemable break of trust. To leave a pregnant wife with no communication aside from a single note that was easy to miss, and fly cross country is the sort of sudden and deep traumatic act that shatters so many relationships, no matter how understandable it is.
The fact that you are clear-headed about why this hurt you and formulated a plan and specific boundaries you will need to have maintained shows that you have enough self-respect to not be treated like dirt, to ensure that you won't let his pain turn into further mistreatment of you. But the fact that you were able to see the level of pain he's going through, see the struggle, and understand why he did what he did shows both an astounding level of empathy, and the deep, powerful love you have for this man. The fact that you were able to see a picture of a past him, when he was with a different woman, smiling harder than you've ever seen, and instead of letting the pain of his flight and move surge into rage, feel compassion knowing the man you have loved has been hurting all this time, is a frankly staggering combination of that empathy and love.
May your therapy sessions turn out bountiful, may you help him recover so that in the future, he smiles just as hard as he did in that photo, and may your relationship only blossom further from this ordeal.
Sensimya
I'm happy everything is okay. But man, this was rough. I hope in therapy he truly understands what his actions caused you to experience. Also, he needs to know what a dunder head he is for leaving the note in your front seat!? Who does that? The kitchen is where you leave the note, and regardless he shouldve answered your calls, called and texted, etc.
I think it's going to take time for you both to realize that a lot of trust has been broken by all of this. You can both understand him and still feel a loss of trust from this situation. I hope y'all make it through it.
Marked concluded (unless BF pull another Houdini).
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2024.05.09 08:53 igorekk The best of Handpicked Berlin in April (digest of the digest)

Hey everyone, here is the digest of the digest again, focusing on Berlin. Last one from March.

Week of 2nd (issue #95)

  1. 👩🏻‍🍳 Hallman & Klee was awarded a Michelin star. Regular readers will remember we recommended it three weeks ago! In total, with the new addition last week, we now have 22 restaurants with stars in Berlin, the highest number in Germany.
  2. You can earn €25-€120 for helping as a volunteer in the European elections on the 9th of June. Unlike other elections, you can apply with any of the EU passports. (Look for Onlinebereitschaftserklärung, somehow my link got broken twice). They are looking for 30.000 volunteers, so take the chance.
  3. An exceptionally important and well-written essay by Adam Tooze to understand German-Israeli relations (Israel’s security as a key part of Germany’s Staatsräson) around the Gaza crisis. It involves submarines.
  4. Career: If your company recently went through layoffs, this might actually be a good time to ask for a raise. People are the company’s number one asset.
  5. Reddit choice of the week is this great explanation from Tolstoy_mc about why during inflation, coffee and restaurants are getting so much more expensive for the regular Joe/Jane. The longer the supply chain, the worse it gets.
  6. 💬 Briefly:
    1. Stats: In the last quarter of 2023, the bankruptcy proceedings in Berlin grew 12.4% YoY to 1,516. (St. BB)
    2. Numa will invest in 82-unit serviced apartments in Wedding. Opening planned for Q2 ‘26.
    3. A reader sent me evidence of how startups were disrupting the insurance industry: their policy was sold twice in the last 2 years, which means they are with their third insurance company now. 🤡

Week of 8th (issue #96)

  1. Tagesspiegel (🇩🇪, €) made a list of the top 10 best-paying Berlin employers based on Kununu data with a minimum of 50 submitted salaries. I’ve often featured many here, but was recently sceptical about Cariad (VW’s software company).
  2. Because I clicked on one ad, my Instagram stories are full of law firms offering deletion of bad Google reviews. It’s a big business because I get a lot of ads served on the “Löschhelfer” Google query. With this templated business model, businesses can harass reviewers for a couple of EUR. Here is a BZ report on a not-named popular Café in Mitte (🇩🇪). A part of me is, “fuck it, who cares,” but a part of me is like, “Let’s name the bars and restaurants doing it.” What do you think? Spoiler alert: I decided we can’t really do anything against it without getting bullied.
  3. 💬 Briefly:
    1. Stats: On average, we eat 51.6kg of meat annually (-430g YoY) in Germany. Out of which 27.5kg is pork, 13.1kg poultry and 8.9kg red meat. (FAZ)
    2. Activist investor hedge fund Sachem Head started a 3.6% position in Delivery Hero. This usually means nervous C-level management and stock price appreciation. Last week, the stock settled at +18.47%.

Week of 15th (issue #97)

  1. I loved this pitch for Berlin from 2018. The pitch doctor also mentioned EyeEm and N26, both featured in today’s Briefly section
  2. If you ever want to start a company in Germany/Berlin, here is a guide to bookmark. Buying an existing off-the-shelf company is also available if you need it earlier.
  3. Career: “Find people to talk to or collaborate with by searching across the /about, /ideas and /now pages of 6054 personal websites.” A lot of Berliners if you try the “Berlin” search.
  4. 💬 Briefly:
    1. Now N26 also turned on stock and ETF trading. What a crowded market!
    2. Volocopter’s plans to start running regular flight services in Paris during the Olympics are in danger. One problem is the necessary approval, and the other is local opposition. If, they will fly “by invitation”. (Capital, 🇩🇪)

Week of 22nd (issue #98)

  1. 🚨 If you haven’t yet, check out this cool dashboard for the comp data.
  2. 🎥 Kino International, a former GDR “premiere” cinema, which celebrated 60. years last November, will close for two years of renovation on the 13th of May. If you want to catch it in its current glory, here is the programme. It’s worth it.
  3. 🇪🇺 Everyone with an EU passport can also vote in Berlin in the coming EU elections on the 9th of June. Here are instructions on how.
  4. 🤖 In Germany, we have constitutionally forbidden Sunday shopping. Now imagine a shop run completely by robots. Could this automated shop be open on Sundays? Apparently not. The legal battle (Verdi vs Tegut) over automated shops in Fulda started four years ago, and the judge said the small-service store still qualified as a shop. (FT, €) ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
  5. Timeless: Tit for Tat always wins. A must-see video about the game theory, the beauty of cooperation and being nice to people. What Game Theory Reveals About Life, The Universe, and Everything by Veritasium (25+ min).
  6. Reddit choice of the week is this gorgeous graffiti by 1UP crew. Also seen is Paradox Paradise left and right. If you want to see it live, go here.
  7. 💬 Briefly:
    1. Grocery delivery news: Flink raised $100M from most of the existing investors, maybe also to fight off Knuspr (formerly known as Bringmeister), which is starting in Berlin on the 22nd of April. Crowded! WiWo (🇩🇪) reported that Getir might pull out of Germany. (It eventually did!)
    2. Thai retailer Central Group bought the remaining share of bankrupt KaDeWe. According to RBB, the company was struggling for years. (🇩🇪) Extremely high rents from their owner (Signa) surely didn’t help. Financial engineering until you hit the wall?
    3. After a stellar 2023 performance, Q1 sales of ASML (microchip equipment producer with a presence in Berlin) came in at 21.6% lower than expected. ArrakisTaiwan-based TMSC also lowered the outlook.
    4. RBB reports that Apple Maps started to record German streets for their “street view”. This time they’ll also do it on foot (in Berlin between 23.5 and 31.7). The whole thing should be documented by mid-August.

Week of 29th (issue #99)

  1. ❤️ We have trash investigators like “Bronko” in Berlin (🇩🇪), so make sure you don’t do anything stupid (fines are going to significantly increase as well: 250€ for a fag, €3.000 for 2kg of trash and €8k for a sofa). BSR removed 40.000 m3 of illegal trash in 2022! I wish dogs would also leave a signature on their sh*t, because some of their owners clearly have no shame.
  2. 💦 The Berliner published the results of their sex survey (n=2,075). Findings include high acceptance and practice of non-monogamy (40% defining their relationships as some form of non-monogamy) and the cultural influence on sexual identity (35% reported that living in Berlin has changed their preferred relationship type).
  3. 🤔 Bayer, the former German pharma champion and aspirin inventor, is in big trouble. €34.5B of debt, €2.5B loss in 2023 and poor pharma pipeline. Bill Anderson, CEO since June 2023, learned “that the company’s rules and procedures handbook was longer than War and Peace,” so his plan now is to save €2B by cutting most of the middle managers and asking nearly 100,000 employees to ‘self-organize’. (Fortune) Wild!
  4. Career: LinkedIn compiled a list of the 25 best companies in Germany based (🇩🇪) on eight factors: advancement opportunities, skill growth, company stability, external job prospects, company affinity, gender distribution, educational level of employees, and employer relevance in the specific country. Twelve of the companies have a presence in Berlin: Siemens, Sanofi, Boston Consulting Group (BCG), Kering, Karl Storz, Bain & Company, Amazon, Fresenius Group, Deutsche Bahn, Thermo Fisher Scientific, McKinsey & Company, and Pfizer.
  5. Reddit choice of the week is this rare burst of (spring-related?) positivity on and the quote from Anneliese Bödecker added by someone: “Die Berliner sind unfreundlich und rücksichtslos, ruppig und rechthaberisch, Berlin ist abstoßend, laut, dreckig und grau, Baustellen und verstopfte Straßen, wo man geht und steht – aber mir tun alle Menschen leid, die nicht hier leben können!” Goosebumped!
  6. 💬 Briefly:
    1. Stats: In 2023, the average asking rent per sqm was €13.60, an 18.3% increase from the previous year. Kreuzberg and Neukölln saw nearly a 25% increase. (🇩🇪, RBB)
    2. Autodoc (Berlin, auto parts e-commerce) reached unicorn status (€2.3B) after taking on a private investment from Apollo Funds. In 2023 they generated €1.3B+ in net revenue and €130+ million of adjusted EBITDA.
    3. HelloFresh reported Q1: a 74.6% drop in adj. EBITDA to €16.8 million with record revenue of €2.07B. They target 2% to 8% revenue growth for the fiscal 2024.

You can see the rest here.
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2024.05.07 15:42 KirasStar My (32F) boyfriend (35M) of six years disappeared while I was out of town and I don't know what to do? [Short]

I am NOT the Original Poster. That is u/ThrowRA-3258. She posted in relationship_advice
Trigger Warning: infant death, loss
Mood Spoiler: Sad, but some hope
All updates are in the post.
Original Post: 29th April 2024
Last Tuesday evening I (32F) came home from a being out of town for two weeks for work, my boyfriend (35M) Nate was supposed to pick me up from the airport but once I got in, I wasn't able to get ahold of him and he never showed up, I was a little annoyed but no too worried because I figured he had fallen asleep(When I talked to him earlier that morning he said he didn't sleep very well the night before and was going to lay down before he had to come get me)so I called my sister for a ride home.
When I got home Nate was no where to be found, I checked the garage an his car was gone, so I sent him a text asking where he was and headed up stairs to unpack. When I open the closet to put my things away I saw that almost all of his clothes were gone. At this point I'm confused, so I start calling him it just keeps ringing and then going to voicemail. I check his office and everything is still there, everything in the house is still there and in place except his clothes and his car. I'm really starting to freak out at this point, so I call my sister and she comes over and we both try calling and messaging him and still get no answer. his computer and his laptop are both still in his office, I logged on to his computer and my sister his laptop(I know all his passwords) but we didn't find anything out of the ordinary, so I started searching his desk and found his iPad in the top drawer, I logged into it and checked everything I could think of and found nothing out of the ordinary, my sister suggested checking the find my iPhone app on his iPad to see if we find out where his phone was. We logged into the app and see that his phone was pinging in the next state over, I starting calling him again but still got no answers to my calls or text.
I really start to lose it here, my mind starts going all over the place trying to figure out what could be going on, I called the police because I think someone has to have done something to him. The police came out but they said there wasn't much they could do because he hasn't been gone long and his clothes missing was sign the he left on his own violation.
Over the last few days I've done everything I can to contact him, He doesn't have any family except for a brother that he cut ties with before I met him, I found him online and sent him a message but he said he hasn't seen or heard from Nate in years. I keep checking his phones location and since Saturday morning it has been pinging in the same location in the PNW, I took off work for the rest of the week and my sister and I are flying up there to go to the location his phone is pinging.
Has anyone ever dealt with something like this before? How do I even confront him, what if he is with another woman, what if he isn't there or worse? I am so lost and hurt right now, my mind is all over the place, I can’t think straight, I’m so lost right now.
tl;dr my(32F) boyfriend (35M) of six years disappeared while I was out of town, haven't been able to contact him but his phone is pinging in the PNW and I am going to confront him tomorrow.
Edit: Yes I have called or messaged all of his friends, none of them have seen or heard from him, I do have access to his bank account as we have a joint account but not his business account, He last used his debt card Friday night in a town west of Seattle Washington, He owns his own business but has taken a step back over the last year so he doesn't communicate with them regularly, they haven't heard from him since last month.
I am 5 months pregnant and we have known for 3 months, he did become a bit reserved and withdrawn since we found out but its not uncommon for him to do that every so often especially around this time of year. I don't truly believe that he would abandon me and his child, that's just not the type of man he is but I don't know what to think anymore.
small update: first I want say thank you to everyone for suggesting the welfare check epically We called the the department where his phone is pinging and they have sent someone over to see if they can make contact with him.. Its been over an hour and we are still waiting to hear back. I am hopeful but still have a overbearing since of dread. All I want to know right now is that he is ok and I can figure out everything else later, I just need to know he is ok.
UPDATE: The police were able to do a welfare check and although they were unable to make direct contact with him they spoke to the couple who live at the house, they said they were old family friends and that he was there on Friday and Saturday but that he went to the Olympics Sunday morning to go hiking for a couple of days, The officers informed them of what was going on and they told him, they believed he was ok and that they would contact me tonight to try and help explain the situation. What does that even mean? I am even more confused, our flight to Seattle is at 9:45am tomorrow and at this point we are still going, I hope these people do call but its been awhile now and I haven't heard anything.
NEW UPDATE: I think this will be my final update, I have to get ready and get my stuff packed for the flight in the morning, I have just spent the last hour speaking to the couple who house he was at and they against his wishes told me what is going on. They have known Nate since he was 12 years old, he started dating their daughter Ashley when they were in sixth grade and they counited dating all through middle school and high school. Ashley got pregnant toward the end of their senior year and they got engaged. I don't know how to even write this next part, When their son was a 1.5 years old they were involved in an accident with a drunk driver, Nate was ejected from the car and Ashley and his son passed away in the accident, She said that he blames himself for it because according to him they were never supposed to be out that night and it was his fault they were, She said he withdrew from them and everyone else and that up until last Friday that hadn't heard from him since he left. She has offered to come get my sister and I from the airport in the morning and she can try to answer any questions I have while we wait for him to return, She said they know where he is, he is at the spot they spread their ashes, she said he told her that he need be with his son one more time before he let him go... I'm honestly in a total state of shock right now, I don't know what to think but I know he is in pain and I need to get to him and I can figure everything else after.
Thank you to all the kind people who reached out and offered your suggestions, I honestly don't think I would have this information right now if it wasn't for you all, so again thank you!
Marked as concluded as OOP has indicated this will be her final update

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2024.05.07 02:55 beersandmiles7 Mad City 50K: The Distances Will Humble You

Race Information

Goals

Goal Description Completed?
A 2:50-52 No
B Sub 3 No
C Win Yes

Splits

Mile Time
1 5:49
2 5:45
3 5:49
4 5:35
5 5:34
6 5:41
7 5:56
8 5:42
9 5:49
10 5:31
11 5:41
12 5:47
13 5:55
14 5:51
15 5:37
16 5:48
17 5:37
18 5:39
19 5:47
20 5:50
21 5:53
22 5:58
23 6:06
24 5:52
25 6:03
26 6:12
27 6:14
28 6:29
29 6:11
30 6:03
31 6:14

Training

Following CIM (Recap: https://www.reddit.com/AdvancedRunning/comments/18hyxcl/took_my_shot_at_the_moon_and_finished_thankful/), I took about about a week and a half off running completely. For once I didn't really have a Spring race locked up ahead of time. Since I wanted to go all-in for this trials thing I decided against signing up for Boston 2024; the first time I wouldn't sign up since I started marathoning in 2018.
Immediately after CIM, I emailed the elite coordinator to inquire about the pro-development field. Unfortunately the field was full, but I was put on the wait list. I figured I would make my final decision post Olympic Trials, thinking people would most likely scratch afterwards.
My second option was USATF 50K Champs in March but after checking in with how my body was holding up 90 days post CIM, I thought it would be too quick of a turnaround. Plus, from my understanding, members of the 50K Road Team for 2025 would not be chosen from this race. So that made my decision much simpler.
My final, and most likely option would be Mad City 50K. The USATF site said that the third spot from the previous year was typically chosen for the team. So the goal would be to run under the qualifying standard (3:00) and win. Judging from past results it would probably take sub 2:55 to take the win here. Coach and I thought sub 2:52 would be possible.
My first full week of consistent running would be the week of Christmas when I was home for the holidays. It was easy to be motivated when the low temps was 50 degrees instead of the 20 back home. 58 miles on 6 days to start and then it was back to Ohio.
I spent the start of January essentially shitposting all of my runs. Chipotle had a segment challenge in my town where the prize was free chipotle for a year for the most segments on a .18 mile stretch. I had no shot of winning but I wanted to make sure my buddy didn't pack it in after gapping the field early. This lasted about a week when my coach responded to my text about potential Spring races with:
"...You'd need to get pretty serious now and prob stop running back and forth for 8 miles lol."
Noted.
The remainder of January was filled with just getting consistent miles, jumping into other people's workouts, and rehabbing this lingering glute issue. While miraculously the issue from last Fall disappeared the morning of CIM, it came back in full force as soon as I crossed the finish line. I made big improvements and was able to be start working out on the 31st.
February Miles: 324 Miles Highest Mileage Week: 86.09 (6 days)
Highlights:
Feb 3rd: 11 miles w/ 30 second pickups and then 3x 5min on the Olympic Trials Course. Splits: 5:19, 5:02, 4:56
Feb 7th: 20x 1 min @ MP/1 min uptempo (7.41 miles, 5:33 avg)
Feb 14th: 15 x 1 min on/1 min off, 16x 30 seconds on/30 seconds off (8.29 miles, 5:43 avg)
Feb 18th: 12x1k w/ 200 jog 4@ MP + 10 seconds (3:27-26-25-24) 4@ MP (3:19-19-18-19) 4@ HMP > 10k (3:10-09-07-04)
Feb 21st: 20x 1 minute on/1 minute on @ MP + 30 seconds, 5 flat mile 8.26 miles, 5:32 pace, final mile: 4:58
Feb 25th: 15x1k w/ 200 jog recovery. 5 sets at 50k pace 5 sets at MP 5 sets at HMP >
3:26-26-25-23-21 3:19-20-18-16-17 3:10-10-08-08-03
Feb 28th: 30 x 1 min/1 min@ MP +20 seconds (10.78 miles, 5:34 avg). Real feel of 22 degrees, 19 mph winds
Lowlights: Feb 11th: Epic blowup during 16 mile LR (6:14 avg), last 4 supposed to be MP, actual: 5:18, 5:23, 5:53, 5:24. Bad route to finish and massive wind. Completely unprepared and too trigger happy.
March was filled with travel. Two out of state weddings for me and long road trips at the beginning of the month.
February Miles: 341 Miles Highest Mileage Week: 90.41 miles
Highlights:
March 6th: 4x (2-2-2-2) (50k-MP-HMP-Easy)
5:30-5:16-5:00-6:49 5:26-5:22-5:04-6:42 5:29-5:15-5:04-6:31 5:26-5:13-4:59-6:36
March 13th: 6x 1 mile w/ 2 min slow jog 5:04-5:02-4:59-4:58-4:57-4:56
March 17th: 24 miles @ 6:32 avg with final 6 @ 50k Pace: 5:36, 5:29, 5:24, 5:24, 5:27, 5:25
March 31: 20 with progression at 10 starting at 6:00. 6:00 > 5:14. (6:00, 5:59, 5:47, 5:42, 5:35, 5:30, 5:25, 5:21, 5:17, 5:14)
Lowlights: March 2nd: 19.08 miles: 6:11 avg, 12 mile progression 4@5:45-50, 4@5:35-40, 4@5:15-20 Actual: Foot issues with Adidas Pro upper, Blew up at 10.7 miles. High humidity in savannah and driving 9 hours over the last day made for a disaster.
March 9th: 20.12 miles, was supposed to be last 8 @ 50k pace. Made it 5.25 before blowing up because of temps and high humidity in SC.
March 20th: 20x 1 minute on @ 50k/1 minute @ 6:00 10x 30 seconds on @ hmp, 30 seconds @ 6:00 9.08 miles @ 5:39 avg
March 22nd: Wrecked my foot on a trail run in Austin for a wedding and could barely put weight on it for a couple days
April:
April 7th: Tuneup workout/race: 9 miler (start at MP and work down to HMP) 9.05 miles @ 5:14 avg
April 10th: 4x 1 mile w/ 2 min jog Mp-mp-hmp-hmp 5:17-16-03-03
Lowlights: Glute issues began to rear its ugly head following the tuneup workout. I had done this same race the last two years before Boston with little issue. This time I'm pretty sure I got a little too aggressive on a rolling course and just aggravated the spot.

Pre-race

We made the drive out to Madison from Ohio on Thursday morning. My original plan was to stop in Chicago Thursday night and finish the drive the following morning but seeing as it was just about an 8 hour drive from Ohio, I thought it would be best to make it in one trip and try to stay off my feet until race time.
I did a loop on the course with a friend of mine as soon as we got to town to try and scope out what was in store on Saturday. The course would feature some rolling but nothing that seemed to be too much of an issue. Wind was a bit of a menace but hopefully it would die down by race day. As soon as we finished we realized we did the course backwards. Whoops.
Glute continued to be a problem despite how much I tried to roll it out. Shakeout felt awful on Friday and but was hoping that I'd get lucky like I did in December. Spent a fairly lowkey day grabbing my bib, and making a stop at New Glarus to grab beer for home.
We drove the course the correct way after we grabbed our bibs, looking at specific spots to build a race plan. The race would be 5 passes over a 10K loop. The race would start over just behind the finish line. Over the first mile we'd run out of the park, a sharp left a quarter mile in to a neighborhood street, a sharp right for our first hill (first a short small one, a slight dip, and an immediate longer one) before another sharp left onto the sidewalk to pass the first mile. The second mile would begin with a quick downhill section down the sidewalk before jumping on a bike path where it settled fairly nicely. After a quick left to head into a neighborhood section, we'd start a small negligible incline at 2.3, then really feel it ramp up at 2.6 and move up until another set of two sharp left turns 400 meters later. None of these first hills were particularly tough but sharp turns when cresting would make it hard to get back into rhythm, especially when we'd face them later in the race.
Mile four would have a quick downhill section coming off the sharp left turns as we headed towards the parking lot of the arboretum. We'd pass mile four as we made our way up the final incline, the mildest of the three incline sections of this course. A second aid station would greet us just after 4 miles with portapottys and water. The next mile would be a mild downhill section that could be a place to settle into a nice rhythm. Trees surrounded both sides of the road, protecting us from any nasty winds. The final section would be unshaded on one side, as the view of Lake Wingra and far off in the distance the finish line. One final sharp left turn took us out of the arboretum back into the park to finish the loop and do it once more. Almost a mile of this section would not have protection from the wind if it decided to pick up.
The race had sent out the lineup for the 50k earlier in the week. I had scanned through the competitors and thought I'd have a fairly good shot at the win. It seemed like a lot of the men had chosen the 100k instead, which not surprising because it would be the qualifier for worlds this Fall. Regardless of what it said on paper, I was prepared to have some people to race with. I've learned over the years that you can't be too confident; the distances will humble anyone.
Race plan would be to settle into the first two loops at about 5:40 average and then start moving over next two. No major moves until the marathon distance.
I struggled to go to bed the night prior to the race. I didn't think I had overhydrated by any means, but I was waking up every hour or so to go pee. I had a beer at lunch, but I typically have a beer at dinner before races. This was worse than I've experienced before.
I finally got some sleep and then woke up around 5:30 to get ready to head out. Bottles were prepared and bags were packed. I had a maurten bar and drank a Maurten 320 mix. Something wasn't sitting right. I was feeling sick and spent the next hour or so trying not to vomit. I thought to myself that while vomiting would probably ease my nausea, I'd most likely be heading into the race with a caloric deficit. To me it was better to be a little uncomfortable early than heading in without some fuel in the reserves.
The weather for the morning was a nippy 33 degrees with a real feel of 24. Wind had died down compared to yesterday but you could still feel a fairly strong gust come up. I decided to put on my brighton base layer under my singlet and double gloves. If I needed to ditch the mittens, I'd drop it after loop one.
With my stomach still struggling I instructed my girlfriend to hand me Nuun Endurance for the first two loops and Maurten for the final 2. The former was fairly easy to drink and would hopefully help settle me down. I took 3 Gus with me and left the remaining with her.
At this point I had made some adjustments to my race plan. The wind was not great and my legs weren't feeling that race day pop. I would play the conservative game for the two first loops and keep it under 3 hour pace and work my way down. 2:55-8ish would be a great day today. That seemed attainable.
After a 10 min jog and some strides, it was time to head to the start line. The 100k field had already been out for about 90 minutes and we cheered as each passed us. I took my first gu, thankfully I was able to take it down without any issues.
The race official separated the 50k solo runners from the relay teams. I said my final well wishes to one of my athlete's running in the women's field and lined up at the front.

Race

After a bit of shuffling at the start I maneuvered my way to the front. I had two relay runners with me and another that had bolted immediately, gapping the field quickly. A quick left turn into a neighborhood and then a sharp right for our first hill. This first loop would be all about getting my bearings for what's to come. I was okay with a slow first mile. As long was I could maintain an average of sub 5:48 for the loop, I'd be under the 3:00 standard to start. As I crested the first hill and made the sharp turn down the city sidewalk the first beep came through, 5:49. Good good. Stay calm and settle in, don't get antsy with 30 miles to go. Take the first three conservatively and let the last three be the place to make some ground. I brought the pace down slightly over the next mile with a 5:45 and then hit the next hill section in a 5:50. Fine, just fine. Crest the hill and two sharp lefts to get into the arboretum.
As I made my second left I saw the leader of the 50K relay. A bike had pulled back with him. "I wrecked my achilles." To be honest I didn't really know how to respond to this. I said "Are you okay?" knowing full well he wasn't but that's the first thing I could think of. I kept going and thought to myself that this was probably going to be one of the loneliest races I'd ever be in. 3 Miles in and I'd been running the majority of this solo already. I was going to have to get real acquainted with my own thoughts.
It was time for the easier part of the course. While this section had some rolling in it, it was much gentler than the previous section, making it really easy to settle into a groove here. I had looked up the splits of one of the women's winners from one of the past years and saw that this section was the place where you could find a groove. I hit a couple 5:30 mids in this section, trying to focus on holding things back a bit here. A second gu just after 4 where I took some water to help take it down. While the wind was not as nasty as the previous days, the final mile was tougher than it needed to be. A final sharp left to get us back to the finish line as I started to feel some mild discomfort, less than 6 miles in, and I needed to go to the bathroom.
As I got smacked around by the wind a bit over the final stretch, I made the decision to ditch the mittens. I have massive raynauds issues but my hands seemed to be just fine with just one pair of gloves. If worse came to worse I'd ask for them back over the next loop. We came back through the finish straight and I scanned the crowd looking for my girlfriend. For a half second I worried I'd miss her, but sure enough she was there ready. I yelled out for a Nuun bottle, tossed my gloves and grabbed the bottle in one fluid motion. Okay got this one without any issues.
One lap complete in 36:09. I took a couple swigs of a cold Nuun and tossed it in a grass ditch 400 meters later. I'd grab them after the race.
As we left the park section I scanned my surroundings. My stomach had begun to tighten up. I need to go pee bad. I took a final look around, jumped in some bushes and did what needed to be done. Back on my merry way. I knew this mile would be slow with this pit stop and focused on not trying to over compensate with a fast next mile. We'd have plenty of time over the last 12 to be a little more aggressive. The next couple miles would be just focused on setting a barrier for myself. A second or two faster per mile would be okay here, but nothing crazy. I took my second gu without any issue.
I crested the second hill with no issues and enjoyed my downhill reward. Up ahead I saw a familiar singlet in the 100k field. "That's fine." I knew a couple guys from my conference ran for this club just after college. I had actually run my first marathon in this singlet. I immediately knew who this chap could be.
"Kris!"
"Yeah?"
"It's Cris from La Verne!"
"Oh I know who it is!"
I rolled past him and another competitor saying hello. He surged slightly and gave me a loving shove forward.
Editors note I hadn't seen Kris in probably 10 years. I went to my first brewery when I had just turned 21 with this guy before I got all into this scene. Kris would eventually come in third during this race, running a conservative, consistent and calculated race. The meet director said he looked like he was having the best time. I'd agree.
I was in good spirits as I went through the second half of the course. My stomach had settled up and I was able to take my third gu without any issue. As I approached the final straight I yelled "Nuun and two gus please!" My girlfriend was not expecting me to ask for Gu but she made a quick move to grab them just in time for me to pass. It was an awkward pass due to me trying to grab everything in one motion as my hips just started to really feel the movement to grab. I noted this but figured it was just a fluke as I had this feeling during a practice session getting bottles in the past.
I came through in just about 72 minutes and I was fairly confident with how this was going to go still. As I made my move up the first hill I started to get that familiar feeling again. Really, I had to pee again...
Just before 14 I jumped into some trees and went. A 5:51 mile section for my troubles here. This was getting fairly annoying. I thought to myself, this is definitely the last time this is happening, suck it up and get back to business.
I saw another familiar face as I passed a 100K group. Geoff! I said hello and he cheered me forward and it was a nice pep up in a fairly quiet race. I had little trouble getting back into rhythm and cresting the second hill following the pitstop.
As I approached 16 the cracks in the armor began to show. It was a familiar feeling. A feeling back to 2021 when I tried this distance the first time. I've never had this feeling at the marathon distance but somehow this was happening 16 freaking miles into a 50K race.
My feet hurt.
Maybe it's the downhill sections. Maybe it's the pair of Vaporfly 2's that have 100+ miles on them already. This causes a quick short circuit to my confidence. This should not be happening. I'm not running that fast. This is 20 seconds slower than I ran in December.
I quickly shake those thoughts. Be here, now.
I take my fourth gu with no issue.
With my feet in mind I make the conscious effort to pull back on the pace a bit. I ran 5:31 for one of these sections last loop. Let's keep it to 5:38-5:40 to be safe. The pace doesn't feel like I'm straining but my feet just are achy. Hopefully this is just a fluke.
I pass through final stretch once more to grab my first bottle of Maurten. I'm fairly nervous at this point. I've stayed on pace, roughly, but things have been far from perfect and while my stomach is feeling settled, who knows what another chug of maurten 320 is gonna do.
I take the couple swigs and toss it into the patch. I see some familiar bottles. My athlete chose the same area to toss her bottles too.
Over 19 miles in and I'm still pretty consistent here. My feet are still crying out to me but other than that my legs feel relatively okay. As I crest the first hill again, another chip. That sharp left turn is feeling much much harder than it was before. My hips are tight and my left side is beginning to labor with each step. The downhills have been chipping away at an already unstable structure and now 21 miles in, these cracks are starting to show.
Again, I pivot on easing for the next couple miles. Ease the pace and hammer that last 10k. "You've run 5:20's before." There's still a chance here. The harsh reality is starting to set in as I crest the second hill that even the prospect of sub 3 hours is fleeting. My head isn't short circuiting here. It's focusing it's energy on checking in on how I'm feeling. I know this isn't going well. But thinking about it more isn't going to help. I have to live with the cards I'm dealt right now.
The "fast section" is now filled with 5:50s, 10+ seconds slower than miles I was joyfully running an hour earlier. Over the last two miles the thought of dropping out at the end of this loop comes to mind.
I'm not having a good time. My main goal for this race is gone and my feet hurt. Why am I out here...
"Well you're 24/25 miles in this race. You have nothing left on your schedule. You drove and invested all this time/money to do this. You're also winning. Finish this up dude."
As I made the penultimate pass through the finish line area I tried to look somewhat composed. Mostly because I didn't want to alarm my girlfriend. lol. The wind down the final stretch definitely made that a tougher endeavor than I would've thought.
This last bottle had no issue. I had another thought that maybe I could thug it out and pull something out of my butt to take me under. But after that final first hill, I knew it was all gone. I passed the marathon mark in 2:32 and with my muscles now screaming at me with every step I knew these last miles would be about survival.
A 6:13 off the hill. A 6:15 down the hill. The climb up the second hill didn't feel too horrible but once again, I needed to go pee. Of course. Let's rub some dirt in it. I have to pull to the side again. Getting back onto it was harder this time. My knee drive is pitiful as I struggle with each unforgiving next step. The nice downhill sections over 20 miles ago are now my nemesis. I try my hardest to keep myself under 6 minute pace as though that would help heal my fractured ego. But alas, I can't. These legs aren't going. I need to get myself to the finish line. What was my redemption at this distance was an ego check.
I pull myself over the next two miles as the wind keeps smacking me in the face. By the time I hit the final stretch I can't even kick. I put my arms up as I cross the finish. My legs aren't stinging like they did at CIM, I don't have the sharp stabbing pains. My body is just tired.
I'm done. I won. 3:04:04.

Post-race

It's a little over two weeks here writing this. I'm a crowler of a solid IPA here so forgive me on some run on sentences. This race was definitely a punch in the gut but a nice reminder of just how these distances work. I've been lucky enough to have have a string of what I would say home run races since October 2021. I was due for a tough one.
I have New York in the Fall. This course has very similar elevation. Had New York been in the Spring it would have ate me alive in my current state. So I take away knowing that I still have a lot I need to work on to make sure I'm ready come Fall.
I'm fairly disappointed with this effort but I'm thankful all the same here. It's a great learning experience and I had an incredible trip.
As a note for anyone looking at these Mad City races. I was pretty blown away by how they treated us. The event coordinators are incredibly passionate about the race and the people. I received a handwritten card that came in today saying congrats and referencing a conversation we had after the race. I've raced a lot of big races over the years but little things like this mean a lot.
I'll be back eventually. I still have a bone to pick with this distance. Ya'll have been incredible for my successes over the years, while this may have been a stumble, I think it's important to talk about these days too. I’m proud of the effort. I definitely need to state that. That was harder for me than CIM.
We're very lucky to have the opportunity to travel to do these crazy things man.
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2024.05.05 23:30 SharkEva My boyfriend of six years disappeared while I was out of town and I don't know what to do?

I am not the OOP. The OOP is u/ThrowRA-3258 posting in relationship_advice
Inconclusive/Ongoing as per OOP
1 update - Medium
Original - 29th April 2024
Update in the same post - 30th April 2024

My (32F) boyfriend (35M) of six years disappeared while I was out of town and I don't know what to do?

Last Tuesday evening I (32F) came home from a being out of town for two weeks for work, my boyfriend (35M) Nate was supposed to pick me up from the airport but once I got in, I wasn't able to get ahold of him and he never showed up, I was a little annoyed but no too worried because I figured he had fallen asleep(When I talked to him earlier that morning he said he didn't sleep very well the night before and was going to lay down before he had to come get me)so I called my sister for a ride home.
When I got home Nate was no where to be found, I checked the garage an his car was gone, so I sent him a text asking where he was and headed up stairs to unpack. When I open the closet to put my things away I saw that almost all of his clothes were gone. At this point I'm confused, so I start calling him it just keeps ringing and then going to voicemail. I check his office and everything is still there, everything in the house is still there and in place except his clothes and his car. I'm really starting to freak out at this point, so I call my sister and she comes over and we both try calling and messaging him and still get no answer. his computer and his laptop are both still in his office, I logged on to his computer and my sister his laptop(I know all his passwords) but we didn't find anything out of the ordinary, so I started searching his desk and found his iPad in the top drawer, I logged into it and checked everything I could think of and found nothing out of the ordinary, my sister suggested checking the find my iPhone app on his iPad to see if we find out where his phone was. We logged into the app and see that his phone was pinging in the next state over, I starting calling him again but still got no answers to my calls or text.
I really start to lose it here, my mind starts going all over the place trying to figure out what could be going on, I called the police because I think someone has to have done something to him. The police came out but they said there wasn't much they could do because he hasn't been gone long and his clothes missing was sign the he left on his own violation.
Over the last few days I've done everything I can to contact him, He doesn't have any family except for a brother that he cut ties with before I met him, I found him online and sent him a message but he said he hasn't seen or heard from Nate in years. I keep checking his phones location and since Saturday morning it has been pinging in the same location in the PNW, I took off work for the rest of the week and my sister and I are flying up there to go to the location his phone is pinging.
Has anyone ever dealt with something like this before? How do I even confront him, what if he is with another woman, what if he isn't there or worse? I am so lost and hurt right now, my mind is all over the place, I can’t think straight, I’m so lost right now.
tl;dr my(32F) boyfriend (35M) of six years disappeared while I was out of town, haven't been able to contact him but his phone is pinging in the PNW and I am going to confront him tomorrow.
Edit: Yes I have called or messaged all of his friends, none of them have seen or heard from him, I do have access to his bank account as we have a joint account but not his business account, He last used his debt card Friday night in a town west of Seattle Washington, He owns his own business but has taken a step back over the last year so he doesn't communicate with them regularly, they haven't heard from him since last month.
I am 5 months pregnant and we have known for 3 months, he did become a bit reserved and withdrawn since we found out but its not uncommon for him to do that every so often especially around this time of year. I don't truly believe that he would abandon me and his child, that's just not the type of man he is but I don't know what to think anymore.

Comments

Big_fat_happy_baby
This situation is weird as fuck. Be careful out there, use common sense. If you can, get law enforcement involved in your destination, if only for your protection.

usernaym44
OP buried the lede: she’s pregnant and bf lost or is estranged from his family. Dude is freaking the fuck out and needs therapy.

Moal
Has he ever dealt with mental health or serious medical issues? Could he be depressed? Or in a fugue state? This is so strange, I hope you find answers soon.
OOP: Nothing like that, I know when he was young boy he had something really traumatic happen to him, he is missing a finger and has scars all down his leg and torso but he refuses to talk about it so I don't press him on it, he is a very laidback and stoic, nothing ever bothers or upsets him. However we did find out I was pregnant a couple months back and since then I have noticed he seems to be a little more withdrawn and reserved but he gets like that sometimes.

Curiobb
Good OP. You deserve answers 100%.
Is his iPad linked to any of his messaging apps? I’m guessing not since you’ve already tried looking through it. I know I would be going absolutely crazy and that it’s easier said than done, but try to keep as calm as possible and know you will get your answers in a few short days. This is absolutely unfair, selfish, and crazy. So sorry you are going through it. There is obviously something VERY wrong if he ran away from home and is typically a caring and thoughtful kind person.
Also about the childhood trauma thing, I’m sure you asked about it upon first meeting him since the finger thing was apparent. Did he just say “I don’t like to talk about that”? I find it absolutely nuts that he has not opened up to you once about it after all this time. What has he said to your family and friends which I’m sure have asked about it if they’ve noticed his hand or seen him in a swimsuit? What’s he planning to tell his child when they will inevitably ask about it? Keeping it an angry secret doesn’t seem sustainable.
OOP: Yeah, the first time I asked him about his finger he said something happened when he was younger and he doesn't has never and will never talk about, I obviously found it odd but figured he would in time he would tell me, I've brought it up a couple times over the relationship and he always just shuts it down and the last time I brought it up was the only time he has ever raised his voice at me, so I just left it alone after that, that was a almost two years ago now. my brother in law asked him about his scars and all he said was it was from an accident he had when he was younger. He talks to me about how he is feeling all the time he is actually really good a communicating his thoughts and feelings, he talks to me about his life before he met me but only goes back to when he was around 21, he rarely mentions anything from his childhood or teens years. I know he was in some trouble with the law those years because he has a marijuana charge on his record from 2007 and when I went through the case notes he was already on probation when he got that charge but I have no idea what for, I found that out this past week as well. Obviously I am missing something but I just don't know what. I never thought he was lying to me or that he would lie to me but now I am questioning if I ever know who he is.

Update - 8 hours later

small update:

first I want say thank you to everyone for suggesting the welfare check epically u/MuppetJonBonJovi We called the the department where his phone is pinging and they have sent someone over to see if they can make contact with him.. Its been over an hour and we are still waiting to hear back. I am hopeful but still have a overbearing since of dread. All I want to know right now is that he is ok and I can figure out everything else later, I just need to know he is ok.

UPDATE:

The police were able to do a welfare check and although they were unable to make direct contact with him they spoke to the couple who live at the house, they said they were old family friends and that he was there on Friday and Saturday but that he went to the Olympics Sunday morning to go hiking for a couple of days, The officers informed them of what was going on and they told him, they believed he was ok and that they would contact me tonight to try and help explain the situation. What does that even mean? I am even more confused, our flight to Seattle is at 9:45am tomorrow and at this point we are still going, I hope these people do call but its been awhile now and I haven't heard anything.

NEW UPDATE:

I think this will be my final update, I have to get ready and get my stuff packed for the flight in the morning, I have just spent the last hour speaking to the couple who house he was at and they against his wishes told me what is going on. They have known Nate since he was 12 years old, he started dating their daughter Ashley when they were in sixth grade and they counited dating all through middle school and high school. Ashley got pregnant toward the end of their senior year and they got engaged. I don't know how to even write this next part, When their son was a 1.5 years old they were involved in an accident with a drunk driver, Nate was ejected from the car and Ashley and his son passed away in the accident, She said that he blames himself for it because according to him they were never supposed to be out that night and it was his fault they were, She said he withdrew from them and everyone else and that up until last Friday that hadn't heard from him since he left. She has offered to come get my sister and I from the airport in the morning and she can try to answer any questions I have while we wait for him to return, She said they know where he is, he is at the spot they spread their ashes, she said he told her that he need be with his son one more time before he let him go... I'm honestly in a total state of shock right now, I don't know what to think but I know he is in pain and I need to get to him and I can figure everything else after.
Thank you to all the kind people who reached out and offered your suggestions, I honestly don't think I would have this information right now if it wasn't for you all, so again thank you!

Comments

sffood
Best I can make of this is that to become a father again, he needed to have closure with the child he had before. I have no idea how to excuse his just taking off on his pregnant girlfriend to do it, abandoning her at the airport and going no contact. That’s pretty despicable, and not something I’d forgive easily. I mean he’s put you guys through hell because he couldn’t even bother to answer his phone. And what is with taking all his clothes… Just weird.

Sorry_I_Guess
It sounds like he may have had a bit of a breakdown. Not excusing it, but this definitely doesn't sound premeditated. More like he had a breakdown over the thought of becoming a father again, and felt he needed closure with the past that he'd just sort of abandoned up until now.

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2024.05.02 22:28 Typical-Eye-8690 Cuento para retroalimentación

Escribí este cuento, se llama Hasta que no me dé risa. ¡Espero les guste!
En el 2005 el Internet era como el Viejo Oeste. Una Deep Web pero sin ninguno de sus filtros. ¿Querías ver como le serruchaban la cabeza a alguien? Abrías el Blog del Narco. ¿Mutilación genital? Buscabas el Pain Olympics. ¿Un suicidio? Rotten. com te ofrecía un catálogo. Aunque no quisieras meterte en la mierda era inevitable que salieras embarrado. Bajabas lo que creías que era un video musical de Motel en LimeWire y terminabas descargando footage ilegal de un motel en Tailandia. A gente como la Mapacha y yo, nos gustaba eso, la morboseada. Me apena decirlo pero creo que lo disfrutábamos porque nos hacía sentir valientes. “Sí, aguanté el two girls one cup, ¿Tú no?”
Nos gustaba tanto que dimos el siguiente paso y empezamos a grabar videos. Antes de que me juzguen, quiero aclarar que nada era real. Grabábamos cortitos parecidos a las películas que nos gustaban. Slashers, Body Horror, Gore, Cine B, Snuff. Películas tan chafas que eran buenas. A la Mapacha la apodé así porque era pálida y tenía círculos negros alrededor de sus ojos verdes de tanto desvelarse viendo videos. Yo no apagaba mi compu en la noche porque siempre tenía alguna descarga en curso y de repente me llovían zumbidos en el Messenger. Me la trababa con el cerdito bailando o el niño que arrojaba un globo de agua solo para que viera una escena y decirme que teníamos que grabar algo parecido. Por supuesto que estaba enamorado, pero nunca le dije nada porque me caía demasiado bien como para arruinarlo. Además a ella le gustaban los emos copetudos como Pete Wentz y Oliver Sykes y mi cabello ondulado no me dejaba parecerme a ellos por más que me lo cepillara para abajo. Uno no podía estar lo suficientemente guapo y triste sin un copete y un delineado en esos tiempos. No solo éramos ella y yo, en la prepa éramos los lidercillos de los punks inadaptados. El prefecto se hartó un buen día de decirnos que nos peináramos, que nos fajáramos y que no usáramos esas camisetas negras de bandas debajo del uniforme. Nos dejaban ser. Éramos tan rebeldes como una clica de alumnos becados en una prepa llamada Colegio Americano Saint Peter podía ser.
En los recesos, nos reuníamos en el cuartito del Pareja, el conserje que era nuestro amigo, a más o menos planear el cortometraje entre escobas, trapeadores y cubetas. Nos teníamos que esconder porque la escuela se sentía la mismísima embajada estadounidense y nos cobraban diez pesos cuando hablábamos español. En el 2005 ese dinero podía llevarte muy lejos. Sonaba el timbre que nos liberaba y nos íbamos caminando a casa de la Mapacha a filmar con mi grabadora de cassettes. Esquivábamos los muebles de su sala, correteándonos con pistolas falsas o sierras de juguete, los props menos convincentes del mercado pero era para lo que nos alcanzaba con nuestros ahorritos. Los videos solían terminar con una toma de alguien en el suelo con la cara cubierta de colorante rojo y la lengua de fuera o los sesos de gelatina de fresa escurriéndose por la grieta maquillada en su frente. Terminábamos de filmar, hacíamos palomitas y conectábamos los cables rojo, amarilllo y blanco a la tele para ver nuestra barbaridad low budget. En posproducción les metíamos canciones de My Chemical Romance o Green Day y cuando estábamos satisfechos los subíamos a Ares. El YouTube ni lo teníamos en el radar todavía y me alegro, porque me hubiera ganado la tentación de subir nuestro último cortometraje: “You better not kill the groove”. Ve tú a saber en qué problemas nos pudimos haber metido. Decidimos que fuera el último porque dejó de ser gracioso y comenzó a ser preocupante.
Estábamos en detention cuando empezamos a planearlo. Sí, se llamaba detention el castigo, hasta eso le copiaba nuestra prepa a las high schools americanas. La maestra Tronchatoro que nos vigilaba se andaba quedando dormida después de apestar el salón con el bacalao que traía en su tupper. La Mapacha y yo estábamos ahí porque nos habían cachado fumando unos Marlboro detrás de las gradas. Ahí estaba la Ale también, era muy fresa pero nos caía bien por maldita y mustia. Además teníamos un pacto no hablado con los fresas, había diplomacia. Nuestros grupitos eran igual de desmadrosos pero no nos metíamos con ellos, ni ellos con nosotros. Ella estaba ahí porque en clase de Biología estaba mascando chicle. Era ruidosa. Inflaba sus bombas y las tronaba hasta dejarse el Bubbaloo de menta embarrado en su nariz respingada y sus cachetes rosados. La profe le dijo que lo tirara porque le distraía al salón y ella se levantó, no sin antes hacer su berrinche de niña mimada, sacándole el dedo a sus espaldas. Cuando estaba enfrente del bote de basura volteó a ver a Karla. Su cabello esponjado como el de Anne Hathaway cuando era nerda en El diario de la princesa apenas y la dejaba ver el pizarrón y le molestaba cuando quería tomar nota. Le decíamos Tía Cosa. A mí Karla me daba miedo. Su papá era miembro del Ejército y había rumores de que la maltrataba como un cabo a su soldado raso. Algunos decían que incluso su piel estaba marcada y por eso usaba manga larga aunque hiciera calor. Ella se refundía en la esquina sin dirigirnos la palabra, escuchando música en su iPod Nano. Solo sabíamos que le gustaba el rollerskate porque así llegaba a la escuela y cargaba con sus patines olor pacuso para todos lados. Ale, en su papel de Regina George católica mosca muerta hija de mamá Opus Dei, no se dejaba intimidar por nadie y se le encendieron los ojos con malicia cuando vio la oportunidad de chingar. La maraña de pelos de Karla le pareció el lugar perfecto para deshacerse del chicle. Obvio se armó un escándalo, todos riéndose como hienas, celebrándole la gracia a la Ale. Pero el chiste duró poco. A Karla pareció no importarle. Notó que se reían de ella y con la misma expresión de hartazgo de siempre, palpó el mazacote húmedo verde azul enredado en su cabello. Vio a su alrededor, seria, parecía estar tomando lista de quién se estaba riendo y siguió apuntando la función de la mitocondria en las células. El salón dejó de reír y volvieron a lo suyo insatisfechos, lo normal cuando al bulleado no le hace efecto el bullying. A Alejandra solo la mandaron a detention porque la gente rica y bonita nunca se mete en problemas realmente. Ahí estábamos cuando se inclinó en su mesabanco para metichear qué veíamos la Mapacha y yo en la pantallita de mi videocámara. Soltó la carcajada cuando vio a la Mila, una de nuestro grupito, siendo apuñalada por el Pericles en el corazón con un cuchillo retráctil. El pecho de Mila bombeaba sangre a borbotones exagerados con una manguerita que sacamos de un disfraz del villano de Scream. Ale por poco despierta a la maestra con su risa. Le pareció lo más divertido del mundo, como todo aquello que fuera violento. Creo que después de todo estaba igual de dañadita que nosotros. Nos pidió que le mostráramos más. Saqué los cassettes y le di un tour por nuestra filmografía. Reconocía cuál era cuál porque les pegábamos un tape y escribíamos los títulos. “La decapitación del príncipe charro”, “Harry Potter y el prisionero de la Colonia FOVISSSTE”, “Killing is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off” y un largo etcétera de porquería audiovisual. Ahora lamento no haber crecido en otra época, éramos muy buenos haciendo cine muy malo pero no había forma de hacerse viral en ese entonces. Ale quiso participar y a la Mapacha y a mí no nos latió tanto la idea al principio porque valorábamos nuestra libertad creativa. Fue hasta que dijo que podía jalar a mucha gente que le dimos luz verde. Le creímos porque era popular y cumplió.
La Mapacha Cullen, como se hacía llamar en cualquier página web que necesitara usuario, subió el guión del cortometraje como boletín en MySpace. Aprovechando que tendríamos extras de sobra, se nos ocurrió filmar un toquín de Ska con un slam que se saldría de control. Todos contra todos con puños y codos hasta que alguien sacaba una llave inglesa, un machete, una pala, cada vez un arma más peligrosa aparecía en escena. ¿Qué podría salir mal? Al final del boletín escribió algo así como: “Cualquier ayuda con props o locaciones, bienvenida.”
Al día siguiente en la escuela se nos dejó caer la élite, los jugadores de fútbol americano y banderitas, arrastrados por la Ale. Si ella participaba, tenía que valer la pena. Los posers que no eran populares pero querían serlo también se unieron. Antes de que empezara la primera clase, las futuras víctimas de homicidio se empujaban y hacían su alboroto frente a mi mesabanco y el de la Mapacha, para que los anotáramos y les asignáramos su rol. Nos sentíamos Quentin Tarantino. En eso estábamos cuando de pronto escuchamos los murmullos. Algunos disimulaban la risa pero Alejandra no conocía la discreción. Escupió el Pau Pau de uva cuando vio en la puerta a Karla, sin cabello. La habían rapado con la uno. Ahora sí parecía un soldado raso. Se quitó los patines antes de entrar al salón y se puso los Converse que acostumbraba usar con calcetas hasta la rodilla de rayas negras y rosas. Todos le abrieron el paso como si se les fuera a contagiar la alopecia y se empezaron a burlar. Cabeza de rodilla, cerillito, micrófono, de todo le dijeron. Ella solo caminó hasta su esquina, sin molestarse pero sin sonreír tampoco. Haz de cuenta que los demás no estuviéramos ahí. Traía sus audífonos con orejas de gato así que a lo mejor ni los escuchó. Los pesados le dieron cuerda a la broma hasta que llegó la de Química y mandó a todos a sentarse. A la Mapacha, a mí y a nuestro grupito no nos hacía gracia porque Karla no socializaba pero tampoco tenía broncas con nadie, solo estaba en su rollo y ya. Por eso, al final del día, ya que teníamos casi a todo el 601 a bordo, nos sorprendió que se acercara pero la recibimos con gusto.
Dibujábamos el storyboard en la mesa vandalizada que habíamos reclamado como nuestra cuando se sentó a mí lado. Dijo que había leído el boletín y que no solo le interesaba, sino que también quería ofrecer su casa como locación. Me extrañó que pasara de no hablarnos a mostrar tanta disposición pero asumí que a lo mejor era para ganarse a los populares y que la dejaran de molestar. Nos dijo que por órdenes de Fox, su papá andaba de comisión en Nuevo Laredo y que estaba sola. Caí en cuenta que era la primera vez que escuchaba su voz, era ronca y desafinada, por no usarla yo creo. Le agradecimos y la estábamos anotando en la lista cuando dijo que quería hacer algunas sugerencias. Mapacha y yo nos vimos aguantándonos la cara de incomodidad porque no nos gustaba que nos dijeran cómo hacer las cosas pero lo que propuso Karla nos encantó. Platicó que su papá había comprado una máquina que creyó que era para lavar el carro pero en realidad era para crear la espuma como la de los foam parties. Sacó su cámara digital y nos mostró el desastre que había provocado su papá en la cochera: la Tacoma cubierta de una espesa capa de solución blanca y burbujeante. Dijo que en vez de toquín de Ska podía ser una fiesta de espuma y que ella podía actuar de DJ. Su idea era mejor porque esos eventos estaban de moda y los fresas eran completamente ajenos a los slams. Sus rolitas de Belinda y RBD no se prestaban para eso. Órale, va, le dijimos Mapacha y yo. Hasta me dieron ganas de incluirla en el cast y crew permanente. Nos caía bien la gente creativa. Se paró contenta, con una sonrisa torcida que de seguro aparecía con la misma frecuencia que el cometa Halley. Antes de irse rodando a su casa nos pidió un último favor.
—¿Puedo elegir yo el soundtrack?
—¿Qué quieres poner?—pregunté.
—Hay una canción de María Daniela y su Sonido Láser que creo que queda muy bien.
Le dijimos que sí sin preguntarle cuál era. Nos gustaba mucho. Era como Belanova pero rancia. Música tan mala que terminaba por convencer, como las Emperador de limón o nuestras películas. Era lindo ver a Karla feliz porque había una barrera como de formalidad militar que no la dejaba expresar lo emocionada que estaba. Me dio la impresión de que había una niña atrapada ahí dentro que no encontraba la forma de salir. Nos dimos un apretón de manos para asegurarle que tomaríamos en cuenta sus ideas y patinó a través de las canchas de basket para salir de la escuela. Ésta no tiene ni un pelo de tonta, le dije a la Mapacha. Me golpeó el hombro y empezamos a borrar nuestros garabatos para corregir el storyboard con las propuestas de Karla.
El día de la grabación, los del crew llegamos una hora antes más o menos. Nos juntamos en el parque más céntrico y nos fuimos a pie con Karla. Lo pulcro de su casa y el cuidado del patio solo podía describirse como marcial. El zacate de su jardín era parejito como el corte de cabello flattop que tanto nos exigían a los hombres en la escuela. Dos dobermans, quietos como gárgolas, nos vigilaban detrás de una reja mientras esperábamos que nos abrieran la cochera. El Pericles sin temor de Dios se acercó a acariciarlos, se dejaron pero tampoco le hicieron mucha fiesta. Karla abrió la persiana, sacó un control remoto del bolso de su hoodie negra y abrió el garaje.
Adentro era amplio. Ya había acomodado dos tarimas con una tabla encima como escenario. Una mesita plegable y su laptop con teclado de luces de colores primarios eran su setup de DJ. Me enterneció su esfuerzo, era deplorable y aún así la producción más ambiciosa que habíamos realizado hasta el momento. El Pericles se puso a buscar el mejor lugar para colocar las lámparas LED que había sacado del estudio de foto de su papá, Mapacha y yo analizábamos el mejor spot para las tomas que teníamos en mente, Mila y su novio repasaban la escena con Karlita. En eso estábamos cuando llegó la caravana de camionetas del año. Ale, escoltada por weyes que querían con ella y chicas a las que trataba como esclavas, se bajaron tambaleándose, cargando bolsas del Oxxo llenas de Vodka SKYY. Tiraron el bote de basura de lámina cuando echaron las botellas vacías y los dobermans comenzaron a ladrar. Karla corrió a calmarlos y Ale entró directa a la cochera a balbucear órdenes con las manos en la cintura. Que si nos podíamos apurar porque al día siguiente había partido de banderitas y quería descansar, que pensó que iba a llegar y ya íbamos a tener todo listo, en fin, nefasteando. De pronto me dieron ganas de agarrarla a sillazos como el Undertaker pero mantuve la calma. Los acomodé en sus posiciones, casi casi como maestro de primaria agarrando de la manita a los chamacos para formarlos en los honores. Venían fumigados. Desde que habían conseguido la conecta de fake IDs se la pasaban pisteando. Les expliqué que la escena sería muy parecida a la que leyeron en el boletín. La diferencia era que ahora uno de los extras resbalaría por la sustancia jabonosa y caería encima de la novia de alguien. El novio se enojaba y lo agarraba a navajazos y un amigo lo iba a defender a balazos. Al final la DJ se enojaba porque le estaban matando la vibra y con sus poderes telequinéticos tipo Carrie terminaba la fiesta, lanzándoles la decoración del lugar. La violencia escalaría cada vez más, como siempre. El novio de Mila iba a estar bien pendiente de salpicar la espuma con sangre de mentiras. A esa toma le teníamos ganas: las burbujas blancas tiñéndose de rojo. Karla regresó del patio con la capucha puesta, yo creo que para que no se burlaran de su pelona, y se trepó a las tarimas. Conectó el auxiliar a las bocinas y encendió el cañón de espuma. La loseta comenzó a cubrirse con nubecitas que se deshacían al tocarlas. La clica de Ale tomaba el foam y se lo aventaba como si fueran bolas de nieve. Cuando les llegó a las rodillas, decidimos que era hora de empezar a filmar. La Mapacha, el crew y yo nos acomodamos detrás del escenario para grabar a los fresas bailando al ritmo de María Daniela. Karla reprodujo Chicle de Menta en el Windows Media Player y los visuales psicodélicos comenzaron a reproducirse en su pantalla.
Vas a hacer lo que pida, serás mi esclavo
Tendrás que ser mi juguete, cumplir mis caprichos
Seguirme la corriente, jugar conmigo.
El linebacker musculoso del equipo de americano se tropezó a propósito como estaba previsto sobre Claudia, la mejor amiga de Ale, y ella cayó perdiéndose entre las burbujas que ya les llegaban al torso.
Quiero un chicle de menta y una paleta.
Quiero que bailes como en la discoteca.
El quarterback, con una furia muy sobreactuada, lo acribilló. Las chicas gritaron. Pericles, nuestro experto en efectos especiales, roció la espuma con el tinte rojo que había preparado. Capté las salpicaduras con un zoom muy preciso. Nunca repetíamos escenas aunque fuera necesario, la crudeza de las tomas era muy importante para nosotros. Pero en esa ocasión, estaba saliendo casi como lo habíamos imaginado. El foam había alcanzado el cuello de los actores y Karla tenía la indicación de apagar el cañón cuando llegara a esa altura. No lo hizo.
A propósito cáete y vuelve a caerte
Hasta que no me dé risa tu estupidez
El corredor delgado y rubio, amigo del linebacker, sostuvo a su amigo moribundo, lo posó en el suelo y tomó un revólver del bolsillo de su chaqueta Varsity. El resto ya no lo pudimos ver. La solución que se había pintado de rosa diluido por el colorante de Pericles, ahora los cubría por completo. Se les escuchaba toser, envueltos en la capa espesa de jabón. ¡Me arden los ojos! Gritó Alejandra.
Quiero que te pongas morado,
que no respires.
Iba a hacerle señas a Karla para que apagara la máquina. Los extras se nos estaban ahogando. Me acerqué aún sosteniendo la cámara pero antes de alcanzarla, sacó un silbato del bolso de su hoodie. Era un cilindro plateado, parecido a una flauta pero más corto. Se lo puso en los labios y sopló. Emitió un sonido agudo, como una tetera dejando escapar vapor. Aunque para nosotros era casi inaudible por la música, atrajo a los dobermans. Entraron por la rendija para perros en la puerta que daba hacia el patio. Se sentaron frente a Karla y ella, como si fuera una emperadora romana decidiendo quien vive y quien muere, señaló a la masa blanquecina. Blackie y Brownie saltaron hacia la espuma. Lo siguiente que recuerdo son solo ruidos. Así descubrí que el miedo entra por los oídos. No era necesario ver lo que pasaba, podíamos saberlo solo con escuchar. Ropa desgarrándose, los gruñidos de los perros aferrando sus colmillos a la carne, los cuerpos cayendo al piso e intentando salir de ahí, sin éxito. Ale casi lograba zafarse, vimos su brazo en el suelo, intentando sujetarse de cualquier cosa pero fue arrastrada de regreso a la tortura. Hilos de sangre se formaban entre las grietas de las baldosas. Vi a Karla iluminada por la luz arcoíris de su teclado. Una hemorragia nasal le empezó a escurrir por los contornos de su sonrisa. No se molestó en limpiarse. Se abrochó los patines, apagó el cañón de foam y se acomodó los audífonos de gato en las orejas. Estaba tranquila. Rodó hacia afuera de la cochera y la seguí con la mirada. Después vi a la Mapacha y me hizo una seña indicándome lo que de todos modos ya pensaba hacer. Hizo un círculo con su dedo índice. “Sigue rodando.” Es un consuelo patético, pero intento convencerme que no había mucho que pudiéramos hacer. Ni yo, ni el Pericles, ni la Mila, ni su novio íbamos a meternos a salvarlos. Seguimos rodando. Mapacha marcó al 066 en su Nokia y yo intentaba sostener la cámara sin temblar. Ya no había gritos, sólo quejidos ahogados, el roer de las mordidas y Maria Daniela y su Sonido Láser en loop. El rojo manchaba como un aspersor y logré mi toma. Ahora era perfecta. Por un segundo me sentí complacido. Espuma manchada de sangre. Era mejor si era real. De afuera de la cochera, escuchamos el silbato de nuevo. Los dobermans salieron jadeando de inmediato, el hocico húmedo y sucio les goteaba. Dejaron su rastro hasta desaparecer por la puertita por la que entraron. Las burbujas comenzaron a perder su volumen. La espuma se apelmazaba y no parecía haber movimiento. Apagué la cámara y salí. No quería ver lo que quedaba de Alejandra y sus amigos. En el fondo, supongo que no era tan valiente. Afuera vi a Karla alejarse patinando, sin prisa. Más que escapar, aparentaba seguir los pasos de una coreografía. Se deslizaba de un lado de la calle al otro, como una bailarina sobre el hielo. Bailaba como una niña a la que por fin habían dejado divertirse.
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2024.05.01 02:57 NewtonsApple- Do I have osgood-schlatter's disease? M24 (Picture attached).

6 months ago when I was squatting heavy I felt some pain on my right knee just below my knee cap. At first I thought it was patellar tendinitis and I stopped doing squats for 4 weeks. When I resumed my training, the pain still didn't go away, and I slowly learned to live with it. At first I thought that the swelling was due to tendinitis but upon further inspection, I realised the swelling was like a bone. Here is a picture of my knee. I am going to visit a doctor next month when I start my job because of better insurance. There is no pain when running and playing soccer. It only pains when I squat below the parallel. My main sport is Olympic Weightlifting so every lift requires me to go into a deep squat position. Is this osgood-schlatter (I am 24 yo and I heard that this only affects teenagers) and do y'all have any tips on pain management because I dont want to give up olympic weightlifting.
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2024.04.29 04:43 oripash Getting An Exploration Ship Right - An Advanced Method Guide & Request For Comments

Getting An Exploration Ship Right - An Advanced Method Guide & Request For Comments
I'm a (relatively) newish starter to Elite - been playing for a few months, got access to most of the ships, worked out how to get my hands on most of the things I want, and working out on refining and engineering a good explorer build. This is meant to help guide others, particularly the hardcore min-maxers and cutthroat engineers - heading the same way - and also my way of asking "What have I missed?"
Some design basics - There's no such thing as a best ship. There are a lot of things one can neglect to min-max a single stat (Jump Range! Yaaay!), only to realise, 2 days later, you might not care about dividing 500LY into blocks of 80, when you can be dividing them into blocks of 74, but wait 8 seconds less for your Friendship Drive to charge each time, not need to spend a full 30 seconds turning your ship around every time you overshoot, cursing at the sluggish controls the whole time, or that simply not needing to scoop at all on trips under 400LY is better than carrying a big scoop and the power budget to support it.
As you start understanding cause and effect, you start making small compromises here, to eliminate nasty kinks there.
We start off with asking what the role of an explorer ship is. This is a trick question.
There's no such thing as "A good explorer ship" because Explorer isn't a role. It's two roles. There's an intra-bubble explorer ship, and there's an extra-bubble explorer ship. Different beasts.
An intra-bubble ship doesn't need to solve for traversing 7000LY away from civilization, or dealing with a blown-up SRV when you're all the way out there.
This rundown will look at three ships used as a base - The Conda, AspX and Krait Phantom (I may update this post a little later with the DBX as well), and - more important than the answers I arrived at - show method to how I sculpted the builds out of them, usefully determined which corners to cut and which not - and come up with those specific builds. Because engineering requires materials and grind, This is best done as a theoretical paper excercise first, using https://edsy.org/, or you can do same using https://coriolis.io/, before committing to a path in-game.
The unsung hero of the methodology is Naming. Some people use the ability to rename an in-game object to rename their thing to "Goblygook of Phalic Doom". Smarter people understand it's a tool engineers use to condense, sort and compare more data points to allow human brains to make better, more informed decisions.
I first, had a long hard think about what was important for my explorer ships - I probably missed some things, but here goes:
  • The Role of the ship, the Ship Model Name
  • Travel Performance - Jump Range, Friendship Drive Charge Time, Unladen Range, Scoop Category
  • Handling Performance - 360 Pitch Time, Boost Frequency, Max & Boost Speed Summed
  • Misc Performance - SRV Count, Armor & Shield Summed, Cargo & Fuel Tonnage Summed
I left out weapons, mining equipment, and thermal management, because (until I find I cut a conrner that has very bad consequences), I decided not to care about them too much for now. A big part of the discipline is defining what goes in the 'noise' bucket.
And once I worked this out, I made a naming standard that fits into 22 characters to describe a ship:
https://preview.redd.it/vryi6j0ilbxc1.png?width=2710&format=png&auto=webp&s=6f6d290eec37441980657ab1fa5b7df63e4d701e
Stay with me. I know those names on the left look inhumanly horrible on first look, but - once clarified - it's incredibly useful, and relevant to the comparison this writeup attempts to be the methodology for.
Breakdown: IAX68=56-281799_6248
means: The first letter - I - captures intent. Here, an Inter-bubble explorer. If that first letter was X, it would have meant the build is meant to be an Extra-bubble explorer.
AX - 2-letter code saying what ship it uses. Asp Explorer, in this case. Also implying the size of landing pad it needs. AN would be Anaconda, KP is the Krait Phantom, DB would be a DBX.
68 is the unladen (with fuel, without cargo) jump range divided by 10 and rounded (so as to fit the important information into 2 characters). NOT the Maximal, because the maximal is a useless number. Maximal is what you would go if you had empty fuel tanks and a French Chip Drive that runs on unicorn fairy dust. The max on these builds hovers in the 70-82 range (both conda and aspX can break the 80 if you try hard enough). But to actually be making >80LY jumps, you need to downgrade your core fuel tank to 8-16T, and be only setting out with that little fuel (because, you know, actual fuel has mass in the game) - and no more - to accommodate that first and final olympic 80LY jump. The ships we want need to comfortably eat the common distances found inside the bubble (200LYx200LYx400LY), meaning carry fuel for multiple jumps, and for the X ships - way, way more. End segway. We care about unladen jump range, not max.
A generic note about Separators - I use them to break up the ugly alphanumeric ship name string into parts so my brain can process each part. It's impossible to make sense of a long number without them. They also carry information. = (equals) means great. - (dash) means good. _(underscore) means meh. .(dot) means bad.
The first separator = means it's the pre-engineered Tier5 FSD with an 80% charge reduction, which takes 2 seconds to boot. The conda has a _ there, as it rocks a Tier6 FSD and needs the 10 second default boot.
56 is the Unladen Range divided by ten and rounded. How far you jump before it's time to land or scoop. Assumes zero cargo, but max fuel.
The second separator - is a coarse scoop category. The asp has a Tier-6 scoop so it's a -. The conda rocks a Tier-7, which in my books is a =. A Small DBX with its Tier4 scoop would be a _.
Now we're into Handling performance.
28 is the Pitch on the asp. 2.8 seconds (which is very, very good). with 4 pips in engines, crew and experimental Drag Drives on the thrusters. It's also the number that makes you consider dropping some tonnage on better thrusters. You might also noticed I screwed around with the Conda to give me a solid 4.4 seconds (at the expense of a few LY range), which is, more or less, as good as large explorer-suitable (read: not the vette) ships go.
17 is the frequency with which you can use the boost. You usually need to use it twice or more to leave mass-locked areas, so you need to endure this countdown many, many times.
99 is the sum of regular and boost speed, divided by 10 and rounded. A general measure of how fast you are when you're up close and personal, flying that last mile towards planetary coordinates or whatever else, flying away from whatever is mass locking you, or dodging away from your friendly neighbourhood ganker.
The third separator _ is the depth of your SRV magazine. _ is 1, - is 2, = is 4. This Asp carries just 1, because they're easy to restock in the bubble when you can easily jump 60-70LY.
62 is Shield+Armor divided by 10, rounded. Simply put how much punishment you can tank in one volley too short to meaningfully manage a smart response to, before you blow up or jump out of a hairy situation. It's your total hero to zero healthbar. Part of the reason I think about it this way here is these ships have the absolutely pissiest shield that still doesn't leave you shieldless, so moving pips to SYS - while totally what you'd do - won't help things with high DPH driving all the way through what you put in their way. When this number goes over one thousand, to save on characters, I put an M (roman numeral for thousands) and the hundreds, ignoring tens and ones (so 1541 would be M5, which is all the info that really matters here).
Finally, 48 is your total fuel and cargo tonnage, including the core fuel tank. I divided them to have one of the smallest of the slots devoted to cargo, the rest to fuel towards roughly a 600Ly range, mindful of too much fuel reducing jump range. I also did two versions of the conda - one with shorter jump range but 2000LY fuel to have less frequent scoop stops, and one for inter-bubble work with cargo room instead. The Krait didn't give me much fiedelity - two slots assigned to this use, one 32T fuel, one 32T cargo, so I ended up with a 900LY range. I guess I can stick a smaller fuel tank in there if I really wanted to, and drive the jump range up a tiny bit. I don't really want to.

So that's the naming (but really, capturing and condensing what matters into a short list a human brain can easily absorb and compare) system. With it I cobbled together several builds:
IAX68=56-281799_6248 (AspX)
IKP66=91-362499_5896 (Krait)
XAN71_59=441368-M5288 (Anaconda, Short Haul)
XAN56_209=441368-M5288 (Anaconda, Long Haul)
IDB-71=60-352689_4744 (DBX)
The actual methodology:
In terms of what guided most of the engineering choices -
  1. First, I put the things I wanted on the ships, and took the things I don't want (weapons, mining gear) off. I did include (and I fully expect this list to evolve and morph over time):
    1. An advanced landing computer (I do other irl tasks while it lands me, and it saves me occasional mail slot woes)
    2. A DSS (detailed surface scanner)
    3. The smallest possible shield
    4. The smallest possible AFMU
    5. Point defense
    6. The smallest possible wake scanner
    7. An enhanced xeno scanner
    8. 1 SRV on the I ships, 2 on the X
    9. The biggest possible scoop
    10. The biggest possible guardian FSD booster
    11. More than zero cargo for those guardian artefacts or whatever else.
  2. I used engineering and experimental effects to strip everything possible down for jump range, (even if just temporarily for some of the things, before I go and undo that).
  3. I don't really care what the Power Distributor has for weapons, and I only half-care about shields, but since I'm trying to trim it to the bone, I do need it to be able to boost. Each ship model has a minimum hard-coded draw rate it needs to power the booster (13MJ for the DBX and AspX, 14MJ for the Krait, 27MJ for the Conda), and the PD needs to be the smallest thing imagineable that still supplies that minimum to the engines , with engineering decisions made to first meet that number (while weighing as little as possible), and then things like charge rate or shields.
  4. Thrusters. At this point, I was looking at them in their lightest, least performing variants. Because how the ship handles massively matters to my overall enjoyment of the game (despite not needing to do things like dogfighting in exploration ships), I put the minimum amount of extra mass into engineering decisions to get the maximum increase to pitch performane (and also to the frequency with which I can use the booster). So yeah. I know I don't strictly need 20Ton 5A thrusters, but I very much want them. 6A on the other hand... didn't add enough oomph to justify the weight.
  5. With the PD power draw determined, it's time to pick the smallest possible power plant that would deliver on the required power budget. There are two paths here - pick one that can drive everything, or... pick one that can drive everything with stuff that doesn't matter most of the time disabled (SRV hangar, Xeno scanner, AFMU, Wake Scanner). I've tentatively set foot on the latter, but if it ends up too painful, I'll sacrifice a bit of jump range to go to the next engineered A-tier power plant.
And thus I got to the above builds.
When I go and build my fighters, miners or cargo hauling cutter running 50mil bertrandine and gold missions from Babbage to Don's Inheritance, I go through the same overall process -
  1. Understand the role of what I am designing.
  2. Understand what matters to this role, and what is noise.
  3. Condense it into a naming scheme (each role will require a different naming scheme, and every CMDR here doing something similar will have their ideas about how to do that), which, ideally, contains all of those bits of information that matter, but eliminates those that don't.
  4. Make a bunch of builds using the most suitable ships on edgy.org.
  5. Look at the shortlist of best 3-5, compare, and understand what compromises each one entails.
  6. Pick thy poison.
That's how I've gone about it. And perhaps this can help others also trying to work out this path.
Hope you found this helpful - and I even more hope that you can see and are willing to share ways to make it less terrible :)
Cheers!
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2024.04.28 16:39 healthmedicinet Health Daily News April 27 2024

DAY: APRIL 27 2024


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2024.04.28 00:13 Havelrag Physio Day! Ask your rehab questions!

It's weightlifting Physio Day, which means you can ask me, The Kilo Physio, any questions you may have related to weightlifting or rehabbing your pain and injuries! This is for Olympic weightlifters only! Advice given is meant to point you to the right general direction, not a detailed evaluation and program. ---
I want to share you a success story
He tore his meniscus while lifting. There was no surgery. The consult was less than a week later and in less than two months he was back to squatting big weights and squatting deeper than he ever has before!
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When asking for help, please include:
  1. How long has it been bothering you?
  2. How did it start?
  3. What makes it worse and what makes it better?
  4. The location, as precise as possible.
  5. What have you tried to rehab it?
I'm Dr. Ted Lim, PT, DPT, USAW-1, and I help weightlifters get rid of pain and blow past previous PR's! I've been involved with weightlifting since 2011. I have competed several times and have been coaching since 2015. I have coached multiple lifters to senior national level. Now, I combine my skillsets of being a weightlifting coach and physical therapist to help weightlifters get back on the platform in their best condition ever.
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Disclaimer: None of this advice in this thread should be taken as medical advice, diagnosis, or treatment.
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2024.04.25 15:43 ProstateBob Letter to Niike: 2

The Great Teacher Dengyo states that though they praise the Lotus Sutra they destroy its heart. He means that, even if people embrace, read, and praise the Lotus Sutra, if they betray its intent, they will be destroying not only Shakyamuni Buddha but all the Buddhas in the ten directions.
WND-1, 1999 Kindle version, p. 1946
"Though they praise the Lotus Sutra they destroy its heart." There’s a huge take-away here. Let's say we swap out "praise the Lotus Sutra" for any highly noble cause such as "praise the call for a ceasefire in Gaza." Today there are protests and counter protests where people are yelling over exactly what is a ceasefire given long histories of grievances.
In the senior community where we live we have a current events group that meets over breakfast. Today we read Pamela Paul's editorial in the New York Times. You’ve Been Wronged. That Doesn’t Make You Right talks about the culture of grievance:
If you’re on the left, you have been oppressed, denied, marginalized, silenced, erased, pained, underrepresented, underresourced, traumatized, harmed and hurt. If you’re on the right, you’ve been ignored, overlooked, demeaned, underestimated, shouted down, maligned, caricatured and despised; in Trumpspeak: wronged and betrayed.
These days we turn on our Silo TV News and, voilà, we all have box seats to "The Oppression Olympics." Here are the rules according to Pamela Paul: grab your favorite social media bullhorn, stir the pot, pick out your indignation du jour, and shout. May the loudest complainer win!
Returning to Niike, we see people today praising their noblest cause but, through their behavior, betraying its intent, and in the process ripping the threads to any possible solution--"destroying not only Shakyamuni Buddha but all the Buddhas in the ten directions."
If there are people of good will reading this, we have to walk back from the precipice. We have to at least agree that the tears are real, and, like a friend once told me, can't be weighed. We have to see there are sinister forces at play and we can't let them manipulate us. We have to see each other's humanity and sit down for coffee.
Your revolution may not be mine. My revolution? I want a good coffee in the morning with friends and family. I want to work hard and want to pick up my grands after school. I want to see their bright eyes and hear their merry chatter.
I think there are a lot more people who share the dreams of my revolution than the destructive ones many people are shouting about in mass protests.
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2024.04.25 10:16 markleung I just released Worst Coach in the World. Give it a try and tell me about it, please?

Hi all! I'm a recently-disabled figure skater who has just solo-developed Worst Coach in the World Part I. It’s free on Itch and $3 on Steam, and I hope to get your feedback on both the writing, the presentation and my marketing plan!
Synopsis: At the eve of Russia’s invasion, ex-Olympic Russian skater Valentina arrives in rural Ukraine for her first job as a resort manager.
Purpose: My spinal cord injury is actually quite severe (C5-7) - even my fingers are mostly useless. I spend my day feeling numb, lonely, depressed, dizzy from low blood pressure, and chronic back pain from two major surgeries with my pressure ulcer. This is why my visual novel is full of humor and positivity - it’s a form of escapism to keep myself from falling into depression. What a journey it has been. Disability made doing everything harder. Not only was it hard to type, I was also constantly down with low blood pressure and nerve pain. But I crossed a finish line.
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2024.04.23 19:45 markleung Just released the first part of my visual novel. Where do I go from here?


https://preview.redd.it/pcfkk43hk9wc1.png?width=1990&format=png&auto=webp&s=8e493ea62a422da6b0182c9dc3d3f2aeab3ae3c0
Hi all! I'm a recently-disabled figure skater who has just solo-developed Worst Coach in the World Part I. It’s free on Itch and $3 on Steam, and I hope to get your feedback on both the writing, the presentation and my marketing plan!
Synopsis: At the eve of Russia’s invasion, ex-Olympic Russian skater Valentina arrives in rural Ukraine for her first job as a resort manager.
Purpose: My spinal cord injury is actually quite severe (C5-7) - even my fingers are mostly useless. I spend my day feeling numb, lonely, depressed, dizzy from low blood pressure, and chronic back pain from two major surgeries with my pressure ulcer. This is why my visual novel is full of humor and positivity - it’s a form of escapism to keep myself from falling into depression. I also don’t mind making some money on the side. Care isn’t cheap, and being able to not be a burden to my family is an important milestone.
Stats to date:
How do I interpret the data above? I worry that the game appears to be too niche, even though I made sure the script is accessible to everyone. I know I just released the game into the wild without any marketing, but this game is intended to be the marketing for Part 2, 3, and Complete Edition.
Actually, I'm facing a dilemma: if this gets too famous, by the time I release the Complete Edition (i.e. Parts 1-3), the Complete Edition might be confused with Part 1 because the names will be similar.
Or, perhaps somebody should just tell me it's not very interesting or executed poorly, and I should move on and try to do better for a fresh new project.
I will be delighted if I get to spend the next year completing this project. I have mostly finished planning the plot points for the rest of the VN after all. And I'm prepared to do all the work to market it properly, but if it's not going to be a marketable product due to its nicheness or it's just no good, I'd love your 2 cents (so give it a try, please?).
But let's say I go ahead and spend the next year to complete the story, a helpful Redditor suggested that I build a community around my project. He/she said that one of the ways is to start a Discord server for the game, so here's the invite. How do I grow a community for it, though? Feels like it's a tool for an existing community to live in.

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2024.04.22 18:17 Best_Club_In_America IN MEMORIAM

IN MEMORIAM

Out of respect, let's do this "Rihanna's Boyfriend": https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xeKr1JW62ZQ

500: "I love you posted twelve times on Instagram – AIC":

257: "Just call me "Natasha Bedingfield"

500: "LOL 😂 ... Feel free, Section 6 – just call me "Natasha Bedingfield" – Max, AIC"

500: "I'm "(S+O) delusional", I think I'm Natasha Bedingfield on 4/19/2024 – ❤️, Max"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e5RuGj0g1tk

https://preview.redd.it/ifixpzgny8wc1.png?width=692&format=png&auto=webp&s=4b23b13d75f9d72d28a3eb539a11ed15c4625f80
Max Azzarello, \"Research Investigator\"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nFle4IDt1ko

120: We love Max – Illuminati

153: Love you – Max Love you Max! – The Illuminati

54:

  • RiRi
  • Love

https://www.linkedin.com/in/maxazzarello/

"Research Investigator" occult anagrams:

  • "Get" a "SS/38/Max" achiever "RiRi" event
    • "Get/understand"
  • Giver teaches "RiRi" as event
  • Gives event as "RiRi" teacher
    • Gives "RiRi" event as teacher
      • Teacher gives "RiRi" as event
  • Achieve "RiRi" as "greet vents/135/primary goal" Achieves a primary goal: "RiRi"
    • Achieve "RiRi" as "greet vents/135/burn myself"
      • "Greet as vent/136/Light myself", achieves "RiRi"
      • Achievers get event as "RiRi"
      • Get "RiRi" event as achievers
    • Achiever gets event as "RiRi"
    • "SS/38/Max" achiever event ... "get" a "RiRi"
  • Severe teaching as "RiRi", "vet/47/SIS"
  • "RiRi's" a teacher, gives event
  • A teacher "RiRis", gives event
  • "RiRi" gives event as teacher
  • Re-teach; gives event as "RiRi"
    • Re-teach; give a RiRi event "ss/38/Max"
  • Re: Teach, give a "RiRi" event "ss/38/Max"
  • Teacher gives event as "Riri"
  • A teacher "RiRis", gives event
  • Give "RiRi", ... "as hectares/99/save Earth/a mission/love heals" event

Recall the part about "conspiracy theorists" and "RiRi NOCs" from here: https://new.reddit.com/conspirFBeyesWideShut/comments/1c8xok2/just_how_serious_and_dedicated_to_their_legit/

500:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tUlkE-wJrVU

40:

  • pain
  • 4/11/1987

102:

  • 4/11/87
  • Remember 4/19

115:

  • Inspiring
  • 4/19 – Love, Max

327: "My love is legit – Max Azzarello"

500: "Legit mental illness requires dedicated commitment"

500: "Try to save the world, James Bond – Max Azzarello, "AIC"

500: "Are your brains "fried?" Get more sleep SIS/MI6, LOL! 😂 – Max"

  • "It's all conspiracy of love, SIS MI6 – Max Azzarello"
  • "Let's conspire to spread more love, Section 6 – Max, "AIC"

400:

  • "It's conspiracy of love – Max Azzarello"
  • "Are your brains "fried?" Get some sleep – Max, AIC"

380: "Lighten up", Section 6 – Max Azzarello, 4/19"

  • 327: "I always see the humor in things"

322:

  • "I'm a small fry, LOL 😂 – Max Azzarello"
  • "It's a conspiracy of love, SIS MI6"

294:

  • "It's a conspiracy of love, SIS"

276:

  • "Potato believes! Do the thing!"

154:

  • Max Azzarello
    • Max is a potato:
Max was born in '87; 87 = \"potato\"

Rihanna was born in '88;

  • 88 = "losers"
    • 88 also = "We believe"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-nC5TBv3sfU

500: "Are phone calls worse than getting beat up, cancer and fire?"

  • 500: "Just "TRY" imagining all world leaders are Blondie – Max" (more specifics on this later ... but just keep in mind that the PRIMARY characteristics of leaders is that they LEAD, not necessarily whether or not they have any followers; in nature, real alphas just pick up and go without looking back to see whether or not the rest of the pack is following)
  • 500: "Be "delusional" - Feel free (":, &") imagine YOURSELVES as Blondies"
  • 500: "Re: "Blondie" ... be "as delusional AS HUMANLY POSSIBLE", MI6 – "Max"
    • 500: "Remember SIS/MI6 – THEY are Blondie, and YOU are Blondie – Max"
  • 327: "... and remember this song by Heart – Max A.":
  • 400: "El ... it wasn't that bad" ... yes – yes it was – Max, "AIC"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pgjxZiE-9Lw

  • "Max's song"
https://preview.redd.it/x2f6pflhp2wc1.png?width=2394&format=png&auto=webp&s=11b1d0280b4a5cc8006f79549bfc98213d81637f

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xqll0z-dmmo

https://preview.redd.it/sfc1dr3ay8wc1.png?width=1378&format=png&auto=webp&s=39ac068b82efa65a89ccf42d000fc18035e1426c
https://preview.redd.it/wo8jbb1ap5wc1.png?width=1386&format=png&auto=webp&s=856d71ecbe4020f7902f3460b40cbcbc43e4cae5

294:

  • "Please remember me on 4/21, SIS – Max"
  • 327: "(+/- "The") stand-ins and substitutes"
  • "Remember me Sunday, 4/21/2024 SIS MI6 – Max"

340:

  • "Please visit Max A. Sunday, 4/21/2024, SIS"
  • "Please bring Max a red rose on 4/21/2024, SIS"

400:

  • "Please remember me with a red rose on 4/21/2024 – Max"
    • "Please remember me with rose on 4/21/2024, MI6 – Max"
      • "Adrian" was there for you – Max Azzarello"

500:

  • "Please remember me with a red rose 4/21/2024 – Max Azzarello, "AIC"
    • "Please remember me with rose 4/21/2024, MI6 – Max Azzarello, "ACI"
    • "Please, legit remember me with rose on 4/21/2024 SIS MI6 – Max"
      • "Adrian" was legit there for you, "S.I.S." – Max Azzarello"
7\"E/5\" ... \"75\" ... \"SIS/MI6\"

276: "Max can help Adrian out on 4/19/24" ... 😔

  • 276: "My sacrifice by fire, for you"
  • In honor of this gesture of ultimate sacrifice, a fuck-ton of other material will be cast aside so that we can focus on
    • The most important lessons
      • A precise plan of action

"NOC/CON"

"104s":

500:

  • "I did this to boost your confidence – "a Max Azzarello" ... 😉
    • "I did this to boost MI6's confidence – "THE Max" Azzarello"
  • "Confidence boosts – from Max Azzarello, to Section 6"
  • "A game where you increase confidence, SIS – Max Azzarello"
    • "A fun game where we all increase each other's confidence, MI6 – Max"
      • "It's a "boosting confidence & love among your peers" game"
      • "Hopefully I boosted confidence at the SIS; do likewise"
      • "Have confidence in yourselves, each other and "legit", SIS"
      • "Did I "get conned" Friday, 4/19/24? It all depends on you, MI6 – Max"
      • "Don't all make me regret my 4/19/2024 gesture of confidence – Max"
      • "I showed you all mine; now it's your turn – Max"

327:

  • "Recruit MI6 with Reddit? Yeah we can!" "Recruit SIS/MI6 on a subreddit game"
    • Note: There are shit-tons more 327s and other #s specifically about "recruiting", "initiating", "SIS"/"MI6" ... "on/using Reddit", specifically using a "conspiracy subreddit" that's "something you want to stop looking at, but just can't", because it's a purposely designed "like an auto pileup" ... but never mind all that anymore
      • But here's just one of many: 500 = "We can recruit SIS/MI6 with conspiracy subreddit"
      • Here's another (500): "Recruit SIS with occult conspiracy subreddit"
      • 340: "Legit epic if we recruit MI6 on Reddit"
      • Another 327: "9/25" recruited MI6 with subreddit" ... "Will recruit SIS using Reddit"
      • 294: "Recruited MI6 with a subreddit"
      • Here's some "276s": "We can recruit SIS on Reddit" ... "An idea: We recruit on Reddit.com" ... "Idea: We can recruit MI6 on Reddit"
      • 257: "We can recruit MI6 on Reddit"
      • 221 ("The Bavarian Illuminati"): "Recruits the SIS/MI6"
      • 188 ("Bavarian Illuminati"): "Recruits SIS/MI6" "Adrian recruits MI6"

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MwPb7g_BlXQ

https://preview.redd.it/k9hg13l1w1wc1.png?width=995&format=png&auto=webp&s=d423253335ef75933029f1aee24be42eb703db51
https://preview.redd.it/z4mrsbm5y1wc1.png?width=2880&format=png&auto=webp&s=fa9d0bc584c50691a88fd87fe958cb384efa4041
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WQaH3lh-CA4:

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_WcWHZc8s2I:

243: "R.I.P. Max 4/11/87 – 4/19/24 – C.I.A."

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47:
  • 4/19/24
  • John
  • Save
  • SIS
    • Adrian
28:
  • 15:13
  • MI6
75:
  • John 15:13
  • SIS/MI6
    • "I'm legit"
      • "Do this"
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276: "Max can help Adrian out on 4/19/24" ... 😔

  • 340: "Max helps Adrian out on Friday 4/19/24"
    • 201: "Max helps Adrian out"
      • Note: Not going to make this about "myself", BUT – if you REALLY, REALLY, STILL think "this must all be a series of uncanny coincidences" – feel free to use the "Chat" feature above to request a private series of "500s" that include Max's full name, my full name, and the date of this incident ... you know, "just in case you still have doubts" ...

500:

  • "SIS/MI6 is not ready for the Crazy Olympics – Max"
  • "4/19/2024 was to light a fire under all your asses, MI6 – Max A."
  • "4/19/24 – I did this so you may find "legit" faith faster – Max"
  • "Friday, 4/19/24 – I did this to help SIS find faith faster – Max A."
  • "4/19/2024 – I did this to help you find faith faster – Max, "legit" CIA"

75:

  • "SIS/MI6"
  • "I'm legit"

274: "Don't let this end like "Ikiru"

500: "Don't let all this end like Ikiru, SIS – Max Azzarello"

500: "The world becomes Excalibur when good men don't act – Max"

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500: "You are all "Perceive-all" enough to do it, Section 6 – Max"

"Holy Grail":

  • RI GAL, HOLY ...
  • RI GAL, (H+O+L+Y) ...
  • RI GAL, (8+15+12+25) ...
  • RI GAL, (60) ...
  • RI GAL, 60 ...
  • RI GAL, 6, 0 ...
  • RI GAL, SIX, ZERO ...
  • RIRI GAL'S X, Z, E, O ...

500: "Remember Orkidea's "Forward, Forever! Backward? Never!" – Max":

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400: "Bring all pawns to-"get"-her – Max Azzarello"

  • Get as in "understand"; see "Research Investigator", somewhere above
  • Another 400: "Please, unite the pawns – Max Azzarello,"AIC"

500: "Please SIS/MI6, unite all the pawns – Max Azzarello, AIC"

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Margins: \"Yes, C(ollect) P(ond) '88\" ... \"(P+S+C)/(38)/Max\" ... \"D-S/4-19 ... \"(Y+P+C+E+D+H)/61/wow\" ... = \"4/19 – WOW!\" 😢
TopKEK = \"Highly Amusing\" = \"153\"; \"Highly Amusing\" anagram: \"Am '87, using \"hily/54/love\" (Max was born in '87); \"TopKEK candy – Sade\" = 154 = \"Max Azzarello\"; some Sade song about the biggest heart ...

500: "Max was a short man – but his heart was larger than life"

400: "Max was short but his heart was a giant – AIC"

347: "April eleventh, nineteen, eight, seven"

257: "A 4/11/87 Max Azzarello"

  • "Max is on fire on 4/19/2024 (a Friday)"

201: "Max Azzarello, 4/19/24" "Max's 4/19/2024 protest"

153: "Set self on fire" "I burned myself"

120: "April 11th, 1987" "Watch me 4/19/24"

38: "Fire" "Max"

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2024.04.20 01:55 becausehippo Suddenly

u/Pagan-za Nov 2021:
Filip Ingebrigsten, 28, Norwegian runner suffers loss of form: https://norwaytoday.info/sport/filip-ingebrigtsen-is-back-in-training-after-experiencing-long-corona-vaccination-side-effects/
Avi Barot, 29, Saurashtra cricketer suffers cardiac arrest, passes away: https://www.thehindu.com/sport/cricket/young-saurashtra-cricket-player-avi-barot-dies-after-suffering-cardiac-arrest/article37015873.ece
Cienna Knowles, 19, equestrian star hospitalized due to blood clots: https://www.news.com.au/lifestyle/health/health-problems/teen-equestrian-star-cienna-knowles-hospitalised-with-blood-clots-after-pfizer-vaccine/news-story/286e7cd42e896b091e4b257322296a05
Tevita Bryce, 28, Montclair rugby player suffers major heart attack and collapses during game: https://www.montclairlocal.news/2021/10/27/28-year-old-montclair-rugby-team-player-collapsed-on-field-medical-bills-are-mounting/
Meghan Roth, 34, runner collapses during Boston marathon due to cardiac episode: https://www.washingtonpost.com/sports/2021/10/27/runner-collapses-during-boston-marathon/
Daniel Brito, 23, Philadelphia baseman collapses on pitch during game due to stroke: https://www.usatoday.com/story/sports/mlb/phillies/2021/08/03/phillies-minor-leaguer-daniel-brito-stable-after-collapsing-field/5476645001/
Quandarius Wilburn, 19, Virginia Freshman collapsed during preseason training and passes away: https://sports.yahoo.com/virginia-union-university-student-dies-after-collapsing-during-football-practice-174930563.html
Ava Azzopardi, 14, Runaway Bay soccer player collapses and suffers cardiac arrest in the under-14/15s grand final: https://7news.com.au/sport/soccegold-coast-soccer-community-rallies-around-girl-14-after-suffering-heart-attack-on-field-c-4269085
Florian Dagoury, 34, World Record holder diagnosed with myocarditis post Pfizer: https://lemediaen442.fflorian-dagoury-recordman-du-monde-dapnee-diagnostique-avec-une-myocardite-et-une-pericardite-apres-sa-vaccination-pfize
John Stokes, 21, athlete at Tennessee Uni hospitalized with heart inflammation: https://www.yahoo.com/lifestyle/student-athlete-john-stokes-myocarditis-covid-vaccine-002451374.html?guccounter=1
Jake Ehlinger, 20, found dead - cause unknown: https://usdaynews.com/celebrities/celebrity-death/sam-ehlinger-brother-death-cause/
Jeremy Chardy, 34, tennis pro cannot train or play after vaccine: https://www.tennisworldusa.org/tennis/news/Tennis_Interviews/102836/jeremy-chardy-i-regret-getting-vaccinated-i-have-series-of-problems-now/
Francesca Marcon, 38, volleybal professional can’t play, has pericarditis post vaccine: https://www.lapressa.it/notiziario/sport/la-campionessa-di-volley-ho-una-pericardite-post-vaccino
Yusuke Kinoshita, 27, baseball pro dies 7 weeks post vaccine: https://thecovidworld.com/yusuke-kinoshita-27-year-old-japanese-professional-baseball-player-dies-7-weeks-after-covid-19-vaccine/
Alex Stalock, 34, NHL Oilers goalie out for the season due to heart condition: https://ca.sports.yahoo.com/news/nhl-oilers-goalie-alex-stalock-miss-entire-season-with-heart-condition-covid-19-related-191817673.html
Ceylin Alvarado, 23, pro cyclists out for season due to blood complications: https://www.nu.nl/sport-overig/6160296/veldrijdster-alvarado-voorlopig-niet-in-actie-door-verstoord-bloedbeeld.html
Ewan Fraser, 30, Glasgow hockey player suffered cardiac arrest, passes away: https://www.thescottishsun.co.uk/news/7832060/glasgow-hockey-player-died-collapse-life/
David Jenkins, 31, Olympic silver medalist diver unexpectedly passes away: https://metro.co.uk/2021/10/12/david-jenkins-dead-at-31-tributes-pour-in-for-team-gb-olympic-diving-coach-15404658/
Paul Zisper, 27, Munich basketball pro, has emergency surgery after brain hemorrhage related to J and J: https://www.fr.de/sport/drama-um-zipser-90801217.html
Roy Butler, 23, Irish footballer Watford FC dies after Jansen: https://twitter.com/NewsForAllIre/status/1428301909715296263?s=20 (embed)
Dylan Rich, 19, FA Youth Cup - player suffered sudden cardiac arrest on the field, passes away: https://www.bbc.com/news/uk-england-nottinghamshire-58496077
Vinny Curry, 33, out for season due to blood clots: https://nypost.com/2021/08/25/jets-vinny-curry-out-after-rare-blood-disorder-diagnosis/
Cameron Dale, 29, Australian sailor dies after catastrophic stroke: https://7news.com.au/sport/sailing/australian-sailor-jessica-watson-reveals-sudden-death-of-partner-cameron-dale-c-3845979
Two young Columbia High school footballers die: https://www.wistv.com/2021/09/04/he-would-love-it-donadrian-robinsons-family-reacts-tribute-wj-keenan-high-school/?outputType=apps
Bollywood’s star, 40, dies following heart attack https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-9950385/Indian-TV-film-star-Siddharth-Shukla-40-dies-heart-attack.html#reader-comments
Tom Felton, 34, collapses during golf game: https://bbc.in/3i4YpI5?fbclid=IwAR0aZBaXpiX9ky34g3eLiG3pcMs5r2udih4kRGUIi7GOBK3iciefX1-qoXk
Francis Perron, 25, Ottawa footballer dies after game: https://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/ottawa/usports-ottawa-gee-gees-francis-perron-dies-1.6182332
Parys Haralson, 37, former Saints line backer dies: https://www.usatoday.com/story/sports/nfl/2021/09/13/parys-haralson-former-49-ers-and-saints-lb-dies-37/8328669002/
Jimmy Hayes, 31, former Bruins player unexpectedly dies: https://www.bostonglobe.com/2021/08/23/sports/jimmy-hayes-former-bruin-boston-college-hockey-champ-dies-31/
Kjeld Nuis, 31, Dutch professional skater admitted to hospital with inflamed heart: https://www.rtlboulevard.nl/entertainment/news/artikel/5243606/kjeld-nuis-vaccinatie-ziek-update
Britain's Jack Draper, 19, collapses at Miami Open: [YouTube] Tennis prodigy Jack Draper collapses at Miami Open New York Post (embed)
Mirko Kido, 36, Olympic gold medalist dies of heart attack during game: https://www.reuters.com/lifestyle/sports/indonesian-doubles-star-kido-dies-heart-attack-36-2021-06-14/
Ghanaian referee collapses during AFCON Match: [YouTube] Ghanaian referee collapses during AFCON Match • Prez Nana Addo gifted Real Madrid jersey (embed)
Referee Bert Smith collapses on court due to blood clot during Gonzaga-USC men's Elite Eight game: https://www.espn.com/mens-college-basketball/story/_/id/31222546/referee-bert-smith-says-blood-clot-lung-caused-fall-ncaa-tourney
Josh Downie, 24, cricketer dies after heart attack at practice: https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-england-nottinghamshire-57058626
Giuseppe Perrino, 29, ex-Parma footballer dies at memorial match after collapsing https://www.thesun.co.uk/sport/football/15151824/giuseppe-perrino-dead-29-parma-brothe
Raymond van Barneveld collapses and receives paramedic attention during PDC Championship: https://www.dailystar.co.uk/sport/darts/pdc-players-championship-8-suspended-23759939
Devaraj Anchan, 33, volleyball player collapses during game, dies: https://www.thehindu.com/news/cities/Mangalore/volleyball-player-collapses-during-game-dies/article34185430.ece
Garissone Innocent, 20, fell unconscious due to abnormal electrical impulse in heart during game: https://www.thesun.co.uk/sport/football/13901939/goalkeepers-rushed-hospital-collapsing/
Ethan Jovani Trejo, 16-year-old soccer player, collapsed on the field during training: https://eu.cincinnati.com/story/news/2021/06/25/teen-dies-after-medical-incident-princeton-high-school-field/5344293001/
Samuel Kalu, 24, Bordeaux star collapses minutes into football game: https://www.bbc.com/sport/football/58228778
Helen Edwards, referee taken off court during World Cup qualifier due to heart issues (September 21st, 2021, survived, undiagnosed heart complications) (https://news.in-24.com/news/172362.html)
Dimitri Lienard, 33, FC Strasbourg midfielder collapses during game (September 13th, 2021, survived, undiagnosed heart complications) (https://www.getfootballnewsfrance.com/2021/reassuring-new-for-strasbourgs-dimitri-lienard-after-collapse/)
Sergio Aguero, 33, Barecelona star striker admitted to hospital after match (October 31st, 2021, survived, undiagnosed heart complications) (https://www.cnn.com/2021/10/31/football/sergio-aguero-barcelona-chest-pain-spt-intl/index.html)
Emil Palsson, 28, Sognal midfielder collapses during game (November 2nd, 2021, survived, cardiac arrest) (https://www.bbc.co.uk/sport/football/59133898)
Antoine Méchin, 31, French triathlete (September 13th, 2021, survived, pulmonary embolism) (https://lemediaen442.fle-triathlete-antoine-mechin-met-un-terme-a-sa-saison-a-cause-du-vaccin-moderna/)
Luis Ojeda, 20, Argentine football player unexpectedly passes away (???, deceased. ???) [(Some additional injuries that I don't have dates for, but are still within the general timeframe as far as I'm aware.)]
Two West Indies Players – Chinelle Henry, Chedean Nation Collapse on Field: https://www.india.com/sports/cricket-two-west-indies-players-chinelle-henry-chedean-nation-collapse-on-field-during-2nd-t20i-against-pakistan-women-watch-video-4785827/
Dembele, 29, Atletico Madrid striker collapses in training, requires medical attention [YouTube] Moussa Dembele collapsed during training (embed)
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