Apologies for this one being so late; Been sick for the last week or so, and the friday i was meant to post this, I think from memory I was busy :/ But I'm starting to get back into the swing of things, and the Glossary Addendum has also had a bit of an overhaul :D I'll be applying that tonight as well, to each of the currently released chapters.
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[From the Abyss Artisanry, Wolfreach Commercial District, Halsion Reach Region, Haldios IV, 12th of Emheraldis, 5011 TE]
[Boltz] The door chimed, though it sounded... Off today, and I sighed. I'd have to replace the old beeper with something else now that it had broken. As I walked towards the counter, I heard Chit's voice from around the corner as she said,
"I'll be right with you!" I frowned, noticing the strain in her voice. I stepped around the counter and poked my head around the corner, and then immediately rushed to help. She was trying to move a Draekkan mace, and causing gouges in the floor as she dragged the heavy weapon.
"Seriously? Leave Draekkan weapons to me, beloved." I said, and Chit nodded as I lifted the massive, spiked club-like weapon. Made of Luunic steel, the metal was cool against my hand as I cautiously hefted it, a dark blue color akin to the Lunwatch sky on a clear night with few stars. I slowly walked over to the storage racks, and hung the mace on a pair of large hooks. Then I turned back to my lover, and looked her up and down for injuries.
Finding none, I shook my head with another sigh. "Well at least you didn't hurt yourself on it." I said, stepping up to her and wrapping my arms around her lower back. I pulled her cool body towards mine, and she happily melted into my embrace. Chuckling, I planted a kiss on her hair, and gently ran a finger down one of her drit'onthke. Her entire body shivered and she giggled, before wrapping her arms around me and giving me a tight hug.
"So what's on the list for today?" I asked, resting my cheek on her head.
"Just a few armour sets which need some minor repairs, thankfully." Chit replied. I nodded, and then the beeper went off, indicating a customer.
"Solahra's Light, what an awful noise to greet a customer with!" A deep, male-sounding canine voice rumbled from out in the customer area. We reluctantly pulled apart and both went out to see what he needed.

As Chit rounded the corner, she automatically greeted the customer by saying,
"Welcome to From the Abyss Artisanry, how can we help today?" But as I stepped around after her, I froze. The canine man was holding a box filled with shattered pieces of art, it looked like. I stepped closer and realised that they weren't shattered pieces of art, at least not in the traditional sense. Rather, they were the parts of what was formerly a weapon. I felt my eyes widen as I realised what it was. I looked at the canine man, and realised he was a Labardon. I looked back at the pieces of plasma caster, which appeared to, on closer inspection, actually have catastrophically failed at a structural level upon attempting to fire a shot.
"I went to the Lunhaekin blacksmith over in Aellandendil, cos they said that fishing my ancestral plasma caster would be an exceedingly simple affair. Instead, the next time I went to fire it, the blasted thing fell apart in my hands!" The man growled, and then asked,
"How bad is it... Is... Is there any way to restore it?" His eyes went wide as if to wordlessly plead with me, and I gestured for him to give me the box of parts. He hesitantly handed the box over and I gently placed it on the counter before pulling out one of the furcloth rolls underneath and unravelling it. Then, one by one, I pulled out each of the pieces, and with each new item, my heart sank.

This would not be a simple fix of just re-assembling the pieces. I let out a heavy sigh, and, leaning on the counter, covered my mouth with the side of my hand while looking at the arrayed parts.
"This is... At this point you might as well just buy a new plasma caster." I said finally, still looking at the parts. I looked up at the man and said,
"If I reconstruct this, because that's what it will take, a full reconstruction, it WILL cost more than buying a new caster." I looked down at the parts again, and swore under my breath.
"The focusing plate has been shattered, and those things are near indestructible when carved right, the prism chamber is cracked, so that's no good any more, and the magnetic acceleration rings..." I trailed off, and swallowed before looking up at the man.
"They're not rings any more..." I whispered, and the man's face seemed to break.
"Is there anything we can salvage of the original parts?" He asked, his voice shaky. I looked down at the parts, and realised that there was just one piece that was fully intact. With a mirthless chuckle, I picked it up.
"The plasma compression chamber. That's it." I laid the small metallic chamber down again, and sighed.
"The rest is just... Junk. Scrap even." I shook my head, running the numbers in my head. When I finished, I swore again, and dropped the bombshell.
"You're looking at around fifty thousand in parts alone." I said, and the canine's shoulders slumped.
"If that's the price it takes..." He said.
"I will try and recover as much material as I can though; I might be able to melt down the mag rings for example and re-energise them."

[A Cycle Later...]
[Chit'eiwu]
The Labardon stepped into the store, a simple digital bell sounding, and he sighed, his tail wagging a little as he did so.
"Much better than last time!" He joked, and Jakob walked around the corner holding a box, grinning from ear to ear.
"Just in time, good sir!" He exclaimed. He set down the box, and the Labardon's gaze instantly honed in on it. Jakob laid a hand on the lid, and said,
"Behold, your restored heritage!" And with that, he lifted the lid like he was proposing to the customer, and the canine's eyes lit up, his tail suddenly zipping back and forth as though it were some kind of demented metronome. As he lifted the ancient weapon, my own eyes widened; It was truly a thing of beauty.

[Boltz]
I smiled as the Labardon man admired my handiwork, and in a voice that sounded like it was half pure air, he whispered,
"It's as beautiful as the day my sire first showed it to me..." My smile widened, and I said,
"I was able to salvage more than I thought, in the end. I managed to keep the primary focus cone; I simply had to melt and recast it due to a crack in it, the laser projector's crystal matrix casing also was salvageable, though I did have to replace the crystal matrix. So it now has a Kaurine crystal for providing the first round of focusing." The man froze, and his gaze flicked to me. His hands still raise, he asked,
"A Kaurine crystal? Genuine?" I nodded.
"Cut the crystal free from the rock myself." I replied. The man laid the plasma caster on the counter gently, though it rattled slightly from his shaking paws as he ceased to support it.
"My sire said that it originally had a Shell crystal as its matrix..." He said, voice trembling as much as his paws.
"They are great crystals for energy conduction as well as for energy focusing. It took a bit to set the frequency for the right channels though." He nodded, and shakily handed over his Orionpay card. I handed it to Chit'eiwu, right as he asked,
"So how much was it all up?" I grinned and replied,
"An even fifty five thousand." He blinked, and asked,
"But... the crystal... Surely that alone would be a few hundred thousand!" I shook my head, and replied,
"It's not a Blade. And it doesn't need to be anywhere near as big. Only came to around three thousand." He nodded, and Chit'eiwu input the numbers and scanned the card. The system registered a successful transaction, and she handed the man back his card.
"Thank you for choosing From the Abyss Artisanry!" I said, and he nodded, his eyes turning shiny with unshed tears.
"No, thank you. All of my friends will be hearing about this, and you will be my first stop for anything artisanal." I nodded to him, and he left, carefully cradling the restored plasma caster in its box. Looking over to the clock, I noticed that it was indicating less than an hour before Lunrise. I jerked my head towards Chit'eiwu and asked,
"Think we should close up the shop early, or wait until Soldown before we stop operating?" She looked up at the clock as well, then back to me, and shook her head.
"No, I think we can afford to close early this evening." I nodded, and pressed the button to activate the end of Watch sign system, and a moment later, a holosign in the window came to life and began a 10 minute countdown.

We always did the countdown so that prospective customers knew how long they had to enter to the store before we stopped taking new customers prior to closing down for the Lunwatch. As usually happened however, the sign completed its countdown and flicked to the "Closed" display, and I pressed a second button to lock the door remotely, and arm the security system. As I did so, Chit'eiwu walked into the apartment, and soon after, I heard the sound of her cooking. I smiled, knowing that she was bound to make an incredible dinner as per usual, and let out a contented sigh as the system went through the arming process. Life with her was... Good. Not necessarily great by any stretch of the imagination; Most of our days were spent working after all. But it was at least a good life. A life I was more than happy to lead.

When the system indicated full armed status some minutes later, I followed my aquatic lover into our home behind and above the shop, and arrived just in time for her to serve up dinner. As I sat down, a stupid grin spread across my face as I beheld what she had cooked up. On the plate was a kind of "nest" made of purple coloured strands of pasta, and topped off with a green-sauced mince of some kind. I looked up at my lover, who was watching me expectantly. My grin refusing to go away, I obliged her apparent intent, and used a fork to collect some mince with sauce, and some of the pasta.

As the food reached my mouth, it was like an explosion of flavours; An earthy, slightly spicy flavour issued forth from the sauce, and the mince tasted somewhat like yuron, a kind of cattle animal from Zehllukarn Prime, and it was followed up by a surprisingly sweet flavour from the pasta as it rotated around in my mouth as I chewed. Swallowing, I said,
"This is incredible! I can't even properly describe it; it's... It's like an explosion of all different flavours coming together in my mouth!" Chit's face turned a fierce azure, and my grin widened. The grin morphing into a smirk, I added,
"You're definitely getting rewarded this Lunwatch, beloved."

[A Few Hours Later...]

[Boltz]

As Chit'eiwu walked into the bedroom we shared upstairs, I put the dishes from our dinner into the automatic dishwasher, and followed her up. As I reached the laundry room, I stripped off my clothes from the Solwatch, and tossed them expertly into the laundry, each garment hitting the wall and bouncing off slightly to fall into the clothes basket waiting below, before walking into the bedroom entirely unclad. Chit'eiwu was laying in the bed, the blanket covering her amethyst body from view, and in such a way that I knew that she too had put her clothes in the laundry. I walked around the bed, and pulled down the blanket to get in beside her, and after that, things turn rather hazy for a little while.

[A Week Later...]

[Chit'Eiwu]
Jakob and I stepped off of the transport, hand-in-grasper, him looking absolutely divine in a glacial blue suit with silver trimmings, seeming to be a walking ice sculpture. Complimenting him, I opted for a taste of my birthplace; Trimmed with onyx hems, I was wearing a deep, abyssal purple dress, showing off my relatively lighter purple skin, becoming a shadow of the Abyss to act as the dark counterpart to my Warrior of the Overwaves. I looked towards him as we stepped inside the Fortress of Kaur'Ainda together for the first time since I was Ascended by both him and Cewa together.
He looked back at me, smiled and squeezed my hand reassuringly, before saying over our rarely-used connection,
There's no need to be nervous; It's just a Greenmarch Feast, my Siren. As I did every time he called me that, I giggled; At first I had been confused by him calling me an alarm sound, until he showed me one of the few surviving Terran records from... Wherever it was that they came from. Terran, or at the time, Human, women of extraordinary beauty, totally uncovered, and singing some kind of song that lured male sailors to their deaths.
Then he had sent me an image of how he viewed me; My plain purple skin instead appeared almost... Luminous, and my average green eyes were glittering emerald gems. My hair, an equally unremarkable azure, was a brilliant blue that resembled the Azuresheet high above even the Overwaves, and in his mind's eye, my cheeks were flushed slightly blue. I had never considered myself to be attractive by any means; In the Abyss I would have struggled to find a mate...
But here in the Overwaves? I had been chosen by a Terran, that enigmatic, smooth-skinned, near-prey-like biped species who were renowned for absurd feats of strength and endurance. I was not as fragile as I seemed, even before my Ascension...
But Jakob seemed to realise that early on; The first time we lay together, an eye-rolling, mind-erasing experience, he showed such gentleness that it was hard to believe the stories... Until the very next day when I had struggled to move a shipment of materials that had come in, even barely raising it, and he had simply come in and told me to let it go, before seeming to effortlessly pick up the heavy box and carry it into the Forge, before placing it down and rapidly sorting the material inside for me. I had asked him about it, and his response was a mere shrug, and to say, It wasn't that heavy for me; Absolutely awkward, but not anything that will break my back.

In the present, we stepped into the Great Hall, and froze. It had been totally transformed, becoming a verdant green forest canopy under which wooden tables seemingly made from the trunks of trees, with seats formed from sections of log from great tree branches. Seiranha saw us enter, and rushed over to greet us.
"Boltz! Chit!" She exclaimed, and hugged us both in turn. It felt... Odd, to be given a hug by a Vampyris, but this particular one was a friend, and so I happily returned the hug, albeit reluctantly letting go of Jakob's hand to do so. We held the hug for a few eternal moments, before she let go and did the same to Jakob, who greeted her warmly.
"You look great!" Jakob said to the Vampyris warrior, and she blushed a deep golden color on her pale cream skin. It looked almost like golden Skyblaze rays were touching her cheeks as she giggled. But Jakob was right; She was garbed in a flowing set of obviously ceremonial armour which appeared to have been made by first weaving a suit of leaves, and then attaching segments of bark to the resulting garment. And combined with her silver-in-crimson eyes...
"You look sort of like a vengeful forest spirit in this armour, Master Seiranha!" I said, and the woman grinned.
"That's sort of the idea. Not many people remember that the spirits of the forests of all our worlds yet live... And for those who do not respect the forest's inhabitants, only death can be anticipated, or worse."

Over the course of what remained of the Solwatch, we enjoyed the Greenmarch Feast, and soon enough, it was time to scatter to our homes once again, to rest away the overindulgences of the Feast.

[Boltz]
As the transport landed at the Wolfreach starport, Chit and I walked down the ramp, though she was somewhat unsteady on her legs. Chuckling, I asked her,
"Would you like me to carry you home?" She looked at me, her face blazing sapphire, but through our connection, she, apparently not realising she was 'speaking', replied, I thought you'd never ask... My mighty Skybright, carrying me like an Inkle in his powerful arms... As the thought travelled over our connection the azure spread, and I shook my head with a grin. I really was the luckiest guy in the Reach to have landed such an exotic life partner. She happily stepped in closer to me, and I swept her off her feet, much to her almost drunken delight, and she let out a whoop of surprise.
However, as her intoxicated brain realised what had happened, she melted into my embrace, burbling away in my ear as though she had been returned to her youngest of Watches. I was all too happy to carry my lover home of course; The sound of her tripled heartbeat like a three-beat rhythm pulsed against my own heart, and her emerald gaze was transfixed on my face, the look in those beautiful green orbs one of utter and complete adoration.

After around 10 minutes, we reached the shop, and I swiped my wristcomm over the new sensor, first up-down, then right-left. The two-part verification proved my identity, and the door swung open automatically, a recent addition I had also made. As we cleared the door, I swept my foot around and behind me to close the door again, and carried Chit to the bedroom in our apartment, before laying her gently down on the bed, and saying,
"Unfortunately, I've gotta take that incredible dress off you or it will be ruined in your sleep." Chit vaguely nodded, and I helped her stand back up. Having done this routine together before, she laid her arms on my shoulders for added balancing support, and I bent down to grab the bottom of the dress, before slowly pulling it up to her chest. Feeling the garment fully above her hips, Chit carefully sat down on the bed, and I carefully pulled the dress up and over her head, then down her arms.

Turning around, I draped the dress across a nearby dresser, smoothing out any wrinkles in it, and then returned my attention to my lover, who was now completely undressed. Once again taking up the role of caregiver, I wrapped an arm around her and scooped her up once more before laying her on the bed sideways, where she let out a small gasp as the cold fabric touched her bare skin. I gave her a reassuring smile and said,
"I'll have you nice and warm soon enough, Heartstreasure." And with that, I stripped off my own suit, carefully draping it over a chair, and then pulled off the underwear I had worn for the Feast, and climbed under the covers beside Chit. Upon feeling me enter the bed, she shifted over, hissing a bit as she moved off the warmed area, and melted her body against my own. As she settled into a comfortable position, one of her legs across mine, she said through repeated yawns,
"May... May you swim... With the... Blessing of... Of Drynedaea... My.... Sky-Warrior..." Chuckling as I wrapped an arm around her back, I kissed her gently on the forehead and over our connection, replied,
"May Luunah Guard your Dreams, Heartstreasure of the Depths." And with that, as if it were a cue, Chit's breathing shifted to become deep and regular, and the sound along with the rising and falling of her amethyst chest against my skin sung its own siren song, dragging me down into...
[Next: To Tread the Shaded Path]

I Applied and was approved for SNAP benefits but haven't received my EBT card yet, however they said I was exempt from work verification since I was pregnant(8 weeks), I'm unfortunately currently miscarrying, do I report that to them now? Do they require validation that the pregnancy ended early? Do I wait until the miscarriage has ended? Am I going to lose my benefits immediately as a result? I don't currently work as I just finally got a working vehicle for transportation but I've been looking, I just don't want to end up SOL if I can help it. Sorry for so many questions, I'm just having a lot of firsts at the moment, and google is no help with specifics.
ETA: My case is in Ohio.

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Every guy I’ve dated who wanted kids has not been ok with the idea of surrogacy or even “lab babies” (growing the baby with both parents genetic material in a lab instead of inside of a woman)
For example I was having a discussion about all of the dangerous effects that can occur during/after pregnancy and he seemed to have some empathy and say “poor you” in a non-sarcastic manner.
Then I just innocently brought up lab babies and how they were already able to grow pigs this way, and he said “I don’t want a baby like that”..
I was like easy for you to say, you don’t have to birth it. Then he had no response.
Other men I’ve spoken to have outlined they don’t like the fact it’s “not natural”, which is nonsensical, as plenty of natural things are horrible..
It just honestly seems it’s tied to their ego, and like they will feel like less of a man if they don’t “knock a woman up” and seriously affect her quality of life to have their babies. It’s almost as if they are thinking they haven’t proven themselves because a woman doesn’t love or like them enough to destroy her body to have his offspring. They also can’t control us in the same way once women are able to reproduce with the same amount of effort as men.
Idk the guys I’ve dated just seem so out of touch or selfish or something. It honestly seems like they don’t care one bit about any form of compromise in this department. Sad part is they’ll easily find someone who is willing to put their life and long term health at risk to have children. Guess I just have to have children alone, though I can’t think of anyone I’ve ever met who I’d want to be my sperm donor.
Edit: the point isn't that they are against the ethics of surrogacy, the point is that they don't care either way, but instead of alleviating the person they loves suffering, they insist on me suffering, even though it doesn't affect them either way.

Introduction
In order to supply energy for regular bodily processes, glucose is necessary. Blood glucose levels rise in diabetics as a result of a relative or total insulin shortage. One hormone is insulin. A hormone is a substance that our bodies' glands secrete. The pancreas is the name for this gland, which is located in the abdomen. Insulin functions as a gatekeeper, permitting glucose to enter the cell. If the body produces too much insulin or if insulin's function is compromised, too much glucose builds up and damages the cells in different organs. Diabetes is a metabolic disease in which the body cannot utilize glucose to meet its energy needs. Insulin is necessary for the entry of glucose into cells, as we have already mentioned. For this reason, when cells cannot use glucose to the fullest extent, the body attempts to generate extra glucose through a process known as glycogenesis. Here's how blood sugar levels continue to rise in the absence of food. Diabetes occurs mostly in two forms. The initial kind, or insulin-dependent diabetes. Only insulin, the primary medication, is effective in treating it. Younger patient age groups frequently experience this. Type II diabetes is the second kind, which is not insulin-dependent. In India, this is a growing trend. People older than 40 are typically affected by this. Exercise, nutrition, and oral medicines can all be used to manage this group.

If uncontrolled diabetes is not caught early enough, it can have harmful effects on all areas of the body. The illness needs to be properly treated even if a person does not now experience its effects. Neglect and complacency are never safe. Keep in mind that maintaining good control over the disease is essential to living a normal life. One of the main risk factors for developing complications from diabetes later in life is poorly managed diabetes. The chart below illustrates a few of these concerns for complications. This isn't meant to frighten you; rather, it's only meant to highlight how crucial it is to manage diabetes.
Diabetes food pyramid
Two of the most crucial things you can do to improve your health are to eat a healthy diet and get regular exercise. You can accomplish this by using the Food pyramid guide, the Physical Activity Guidelines, and the Healthy Eating Guidelines. Eating a healthy diet entails consuming the right proportions of the vitamins, minerals, fats, proteins, and carbs that your body needs to stay healthy. On each shelf of the Food Pyramid, foods that are similar in terms of nutrients are placed together. This provides you with a variety of food options from which to select a nutritious diet. Getting the correct balance of nutrient-dense foods within your calorie range can be achieved by using the Food Pyramid as a guide.
Research indicates that we consume an excessive amount of calories from foods and beverages on the Top Shelf of the Food Pyramid that are high in fat, sugar, and salt. They barely contain any of the vital vitamins and minerals that your body needs. Restricting them is necessary for a healthy diet. You need different nutrients every day depending on where you are in life. These are determined by your age, gender, level of activity, and gender.
Understanding food pyramid
•Restrict your intake of items from the Food Pyramid's top shelf. Considering that these are heavy in fat, sugar, and salt, this is the most crucial Healthy Eating Guideline.
•Use fresh ingredients when preparing and cooking your meals. Because they are often heavy in fat and salt, ready meals and takeout should not be consumed frequently.
•Consistently read the nutrition label; look for excessive amounts of sugar, fat, and salt.
•Consume at least five different colored fruits and veggies each day. Make regular choices of leafy green vegetables. Smoothies can be included in your daily servings of fruits and vegetables, but try to limit your intake to those that contain fruit or vegetables. Look for fat and sugar on the label.
•The greatest foods to feed your body include whole grain bread, potatoes, whole-wheat pasta, brown rice, and high-fiber cereals, especially porridge. These foods also satiate hunger. They offer a gradual release of energy. Recognize that different varieties may have different amounts of calories.
•Instead of frying food, use healthy cooking techniques including steaming, grilling, baking, roasting, and stir-frying. Limit your consumption of fried items like chips.
•Increase your fish intake; it's high in protein and contains essential vitamins and minerals. Make an effort to consume oily fish, such as salmon, sardines, and mackerel,
at least once a week. They contain a lot of omega-3 lipids. Reduced-fat cheese, low-fat/no-sugar yogurts, and yogurt drinks are the better options.
•While preparing or serving meals, use as little or no salt as feasible. Instead, experiment with different flavorings including lemon juice, herbs, spices, pepper, and garlic. Eat as much fresh food as you can. Check the food labels for the amount of salt.
•An adult needs eight to ten glasses or cups of liquid every day. 200 ml is roughly one cup. If you exercise, you will require more. Teens and children should drink often throughout the day. The ideal fluid is water.
•Make time to sit down at a table and eat three meals a day. Eat mindfully and give your food a good chew. You may overeat if you eat while watching TV or using a computer since it can cause you to become distracted by how much food you are consuming. Alcohol contains calories, so if you drink, do it responsibly within advised limits and ideally with meals.
•Always make time for breakfast, as those who eat it are more likely to maintain a healthy weight.
•You shouldn't need to take food supplements if you consume a healthy, balanced diet unless your doctor tells you to. Nonetheless, it is recommended that all sexually active women of reproductive age take 400µg of folic acid daily, ideally as a supplement. Vitamin D deficiency in the diet can be addressed by discussing supplementation with your physician or pharmacist.
•Eating a healthy diet both before and throughout pregnancy lowers the chance that your unborn child may develop lifestyle disorders like obesity and heart disease. Breastfeeding is highly advised since breast milk provides additional protection.
•Take into account how much food, excluding fruits and vegetables, you eat from each shelf of the Food Pyramid if you are overweight.
Conclusion
A diabetic diet's ingredients differ from person to person. A balanced diet is an excellent way to treat diabetes. Making a nutritious diet is made easier with the guidance of the diabetes food pyramid. Diabetes can be beaten with a balanced diet, appropriate medication, and a healthy lifestyle.

INTRODUCTION
Diabetes mellitus (DM) is a heterogeneous metabolic disorder characterized by a common feature of increased levels of blood glucose (or blood sugar), which over time may lead to serious damage to the nerves, blood vessels, heart, and various organ systems of the body.
The most characterized feature of diabetes is insulin resistance by the Beta cells of the pancreas.
GESTATIONAL DIABETES

1. One of the types of Diabetes Mellitus is Gestational Diabetes i.e., Diabetes during pregnancy.
   
2. About 4% of pregnant women develop DM due to metabolic changes during pregnancy. Although they revert to normal glycemia (normal blood glucose) after delivery, these women are prone to develop DM later in their lives.
   

OTHER TYPES OF DIABETES MELLITUS

1. Type 1 D. M:

Type 1 diabetes is a condition that results from an abnormal immune response where certain cells called “T-cells” which are a part of the Beta cells of the pancreas are destroyed. Type 1 diabetes is based on the “gene-environment interaction” model i.e., individuals who are susceptible to certain environmental triggers develop resistance to the activity of Beta cells which in turn results in low or no production of insulin. Type 1 diabetes is strongly influenced by genetic predisposition but it does not follow any particular pattern of inheritance.

1. Type 2 D. M:

Type 2 diabetes mellitus is a heterogeneous condition that is characterized by varying degrees of insulin resistance (where insulin rejects synthesis of carbohydrates) and beta-cell dysfunction, Beta cells are those cells that are part of the pancreas that produce insulin. Type 2 diabetes is commonly associated with obesity.
In type 2 diabetes, there are mainly two problems. The pancreas can not produce enough insulin (the hormone that regulates the movement of sugar into the cells). The cells do not respond properly to insulin and synthesize less sugar. Type 2 diabetes used to be known as adult-onset diabetes, but both type 1 and type 2 diabetes can begin during childhood and adulthood. Type 2 is more common in the older generation but due to the increase in the number of children with obesity, more cases of type 2 diabetes are seen in the younger generation.

1. Other specific types:

Only 10% are affected by this type of D. M and this includes Genetic defects, endocrinopathies, etc.
TREATMENT

1. Treatment for Gestational diabetes depends on the signs and symptoms of the individual, the age, and the severity of the condition.
   
2. To maintain blood glucose levels, medication that lowers blood sugar levels may be given in the form of tablets.
   
3. A proper diet has to be followed.
   
4. Exercise as prescribed by the doctor.
   
5. For higher blood sugar levels insulin is required to be administered.
   

SIDE EFFECTS OF INSULIN
Increased insulin leads to increased glucose in a baby’s system which may keep the lungs from growing fully. This can cause breathing problems in babies. This is mostly seen in babies born before 37 weeks of pregnancy.
If insulin is given in higher concentration then it may lead to hypoglycemia (decreased blood sugar level) which may lead to loss of consciousness, coma, severe and irreversible brain injuries, or death.
CONCLUSION
While the right doses of insulin have no ill effects on the human body, higher doses can lead to severe conditions that may even result in death. Therefore all insulin dosages have to be prescribed by a qualified physician.

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Gemma was right about the sky’s open night, and I could sympathize with her recollection of the beauty, but for me it must’ve been a greater tragedy—the young woman had only ever enjoyed the stars in the pits of Golgotha; I could, long before, drink in the sky at leisure. Cruel memories.
The night the Rednecks died was one of viscera, but before that it was coolness on the breeze, a warmth by the fires while John played his guitar and we had only just taken two dozen kegs of lager (personal reserves) from the Atlanta despot—the man that kept his subjects as slaves and not a person among the camp was left without budding intoxication. No matter the age, everyone was invited to be merry; if it was that children too faced the plight of a bad world, then so too should they reap the moments of plenty—or so the camp figured.
John had taken a group by the fires where wagons were drawn in interlocking semicircles for cover and Jackson sat beside the picker. Jackson was a man which normally preferred quiet reflection over boisterous singing and nearly never wore the band on his throat, and yet there he was belting out the chorus at the top of his lungs, tankard in hand, red cloth blazed around his neck—it was a contagion and those drunk enough for easier embarrassment sang proudly along:
“There is power, there is power in a band of working folk!
When we stand hand in hand,
That’s a power, that’s the power,
That must rule in every land!”
I’d taken to the outlying shadows with my back pressed against the gas-powered caleche, my own tankard in hand. I loved the warmth of that great big family, truly, but even in those days—and maybe it was that queer youthfulness which longed for individualism that made me that way then—I remained as distanced as possible when I could. I sipped the lager, it was a fine drink and my brother Billy, nearly as old as I was when I’d first taken up in the infantry, swaggered to stand beside me just as quiet for minutes and we looked at the stars and he asked me what it was like to kill a man.
“Is it hard?” he asked.
I nodded, “Sometimes.”
“Killing monsters ain’t so bad. Don’t know if I could do it to a person.”
“You could if they meant to kill you; or if they meant to do it to someone you cared about,” I promised him. In those days, spry, energized, I held no time for staring into abysses; though I still wasn’t a man fully, I pretended as one. It was about family, and it was about doing what was right—what’s right seemed to change, or I changed. The world felt stark with good and evil and even later I’d feel that sentiment well up in me, but if that’s true, I know I stand more on the latter and so I intentionally obfuscated it—this I know. If not, it might be too much to bear. I was required to lie to myself and even in knowing I lied, it was better.
Billy tugged on the red kerchief around his throat and asked me how it looked on him.
“Looks good,” I said.
“Don’t think I look stupid at all?”
I smiled over my drink, “You always look stupid.” I sipped. “The neckwear’s fine.”
“Give me a break,” said Billy; he investigated his own cup, gave it a swish with his wrist, watching its contents swirl. “Aren’t you ever afraid you’ll die?”
“Sometimes—nights like this—I wouldn’t mind it.”
“Really?” my brother asked.
“There’s always a chance of it. Every moment, I guess.”
He smiled. “I wish I had that confidence.”
“You’ll get it,” I returned his smile; it was true that he would gain the fighting spirit. It came to us all with time and reminiscing on the early days, I recall the grit and the hatred—there was learning there too though. Besides, I’d seen the squalors of a stationary man. The stagnation of a place, an unmoving home.
John put his guitar away and laughter erupted from the crowd from something said and Sibylle, cowboy hat cocked funny, traipsed across the camp to the open keg for a refill; the man there, tending the cylinders, was a man named Tandy (a foreigner and one unknown besides the way he smoked a skunk pipe and told wild stories). My mother leaned over while Tandy opened the spigot mouth on the keg, and she froze there, and I could see her there cut out forever against the light of the fires; I watched, and it came so suddenly that I couldn’t be sure what’d happened at all. It was so sudden that I couldn’t find my weapon and I couldn’t find even the courage to fight because in those moments it wasn’t courage I needed, it was grounds to understand.
Sibylle came apart in two pieces immediately, torn completely through and dust erupted as her legs struck the ground while her torso spun through the air like a top, a trail of liquid trailed after, caught in the blue of night so it shone as black; she couldn’t scream. Tandy was a statue. Before anyone could react, more flesh, other bodies, went up and there was all manner of limbs which filled the ground, and it is astounding how quickly a red mist forms across the ground during a massacre. Perhaps the wails of my comrades started before, perhaps others fell before Sibylle, but I could not comprehend the goings-on till I saw her drop the way she did.
Frail human screams rose on the night; I slammed to the ground, tankard gone away and hands scrambling in the dirt; I reached up blindly and yanked Billy to my level and his expression was one of innocence, panic, tears even. Glancing around, I saw the demons bolt from the pitch-black darkness on the edges of camp, mutants taking the fore while greater creatures lurked further back, some hurled whips of gliding metal which writhed over their heads when they stretched them out for a strike—alien—and they sliced directly through soft human bodies. Not even a cry escaped me, but Billy let go with it and I slapped my cupped hand over his mouth hard to hold the screams. His voice would not have been alone anyway, not alongside that startling cacophony. Amidst the cries of people, there were the cries of horses, of our hounds.
We rolled across the ground, slipped beneath the raised body of the gas-powered caleche, remained quiet in the dark, peeked out between the wheels.
“What’s happening?” Billy whispered through my fingers; I removed my hand from him and caught a glimpse of him framed in a square of firelight through the wheels—we lay there on our bellies and the left side of his face was glazed with dirt where I’d pulled him down.
“Shh,” I told him, “Shh, please. Please.” Not another word came while I pleaded with him, pleaded with the world to make this all a nightmare.
Through the haze and the running silhouettes painted black, I saw what might have been Jackson; he stumbled and in the moment that it took me to gasp, his head was gone from his body, his torso slid on as he collapsed, came to rest mere feet from the motor wagon. I told myself that it wasn’t him, but it probably was.
Some mutants lumbered through the camp like animated corpses, some leapt with wild energy or sprayed noxious fumes which lingered in the air; others still were amalgams of humanlike limbs themselves—fiends—exhausting terrible sounds, producing smells of sulfur, glistening with whatever liquids excreted from their oblong alien orifices. Demons ran amok, chanted in devil tongued languages, laughed madly at the destruction—others still, those which displayed some greater intelligence, broke into a song I could never hope or want to replicate; it seemed a unified damnation.
“Please,” I repeated in a whimper and Billy hushed me this time and I realized we were holding hands, squeezing for dear life as figures walked the camp, speared those half-alive, elected others for twisted carnality.
In darkness, in fright plainly, we scuttled from the recess of our hiding place, kept quiet, held to each other, and went into the wasteland where nothing was—every shadow was a potential threat, every second could’ve been the last. We were holding hands; then we weren’t.
Only a glance—that’s all I afforded my brother and nothing more—what a joke of a person I am! What a coward I was. Always.
Something got him in the dark and instead of dying alongside those I cared about, I went on, heartbeat driving me till it was all that I heard in my ears and my muscles ached and my chest heaved and sweat covered me, chilled me in the breeze of the night—it was only once I’d accepted the dark completely, crawled into a hollowed space of rocks along a squat ridge that I watched the demolished camp; it seemed no larger than a spark, but the creatures, fiends and others continued their war cries; never before had I witnessed demons participate in such an attack.
I watched till the sun came, till the fires became smoke, then I watched the band of hell creatures disband. The smell of sulfur remained in the air—copper too—and I stumbled back to the camp in a dreamlike daze, totally unbelieving of the things I saw. Among those dead on the ground, I could recognize none; among those piked from rear to shoulder, standing like morbid scarecrows where they’d been steadied against the ground, I could not want to recognize.
Many of the wagons were overturned, including the gas-powered caleche and I went to it; the metal of its body was warped but I fell to the ground by it and pushed my back against the exposed undercarriage, remained frozen there while examining the bodies, the terrible strips of skin which rested places like wet sheets of paper, the piles of bones removed and smashed and piled.
I cried so deeply that oxygen became a memory, and the shakes couldn’t be contained.
It was like that for so long, knees pulled up, face pushed between, and the wails came unafraid of whatever attention they might garner; there was no rationale, but I imagine if there had been, I would’ve welcomed death in that misery. It was a deep wound that not even my own cowardice would overcome for the sake of survival.
Unaware of my surroundings, not wanting to look up from the ground between my legs, the noise which had started out as imaginary became real and I raised my head then to listen better and wipe my sore eyes; it was the sound of clip-clop horse hooves and I mildly wondered if any of the animals had been spared. I stood and pivoted around the dead camp and there it was, a man on a painted horse with golden hair; he leisurely drove the mount through the place, maneuvering around pools of blood, clumps of body parts and upon seeing me, he smiled and offered a languid wave, keeping one of his gloved hands on the reins.
The man wore white and swished his hair back upon arriving directly in front of me. Ahoy, he offered kindly, Did you happen to see the other riders?
I shook my head, feeling numb.
Ah, he said, I could have sworn four other riders, at least, passed me on my way. His gray eyes examined the carnage. Shame. He shook his head. You are?
“H-harlan.”
He nodded and nearly offered an expression of genuine condolence before descending from the horse; the animal gave a gentle grunt and wandered away from its master to inspect a nearby group of the dead. The man offered his hand, and I took it in a shake. Mephisto, said the man. He flashed a smile again before his face grew serious. I’ve come to you to deal.
I shot him a questioning look, one of bafflement.
I heard your calls from far off. He nodded, removed a white handkerchief from his breast pocket and swiped it down his face. Hot out. He shrugged then replaced the cloth in his pocket. This, he motioned to the disarray of vehicles, of bodies, I can’t fix all this—it’s too much—but there’s a person you love, I know. I could bring them back.
“Doctor?” In retrospect it was such a naïve question.
He shook his head.
“Angel?”
He grinned and nodded, Sure.
“Demon?”
Undoubtedly. His eyes—pits of gray in that radiant face—nearly expressed solemness; he daintily shook the hair from his face and looked at his steed which sniffed a corpse. What’s the word, Harlan? There are others calling and I must be on my way soon—I can’t dally. There was a sharpness to the words. Can’t dally. We must convene soon, or I’ll mosey on.
I snorted back the clog in my nose from the tears and wiped my eyes with my sleeves. “Okay.”
Deal?
I nodded, “Deal.”
Sleep tonight, said Mephisto, Sleep and you’ll be rewarded in the morning.
“You said it’s a deal.”
He nodded and scanned the carnage before we matched gazes and then he said, Yes?
“What is it you want from me?”
Nothing you need now. He called the horse, and it came, and he swept his feet quickly from the ground and settled into position atop the animal. Sleep, Harlan. You won’t be bothered. There are worse things still over the horizon.
I watched him go till he disappeared and once he was gone, I couldn’t cry anymore and instead rummaged through the wagons for what I might carry; along the way I found John, face twisted but corpse intact. The body from the previous night that I’d guessed was Jackson couldn’t be determined but I found him nowhere else. I slid Sibylle’s holster from her hips, fell hard onto the ground and found that I could sob more. I took her cowboy hat, placed it on my head and held her pistol in one hand and the belt holster dangled from the other while I searched the other bodies; there were so many, but I could not find Billy.
Waiting for darkness, I took the spot where I rested, back against the caleche’s undercarriage, watched the sky and felt the gun in my hand; it was heavy. I put it to my head, closed my eyes, and whispered affirmations to myself then I put the pistol between my splayed legs, watched it still in the dirt, and pulled the hat down over my eyes but it did little for the smell. Though the brim of the hat cut the sky out, I watched the ground and saw circling shadows form overhead and heard calls of turkey vultures; they came to pick over the bodies. I withdrew my knees to my chest there again and laid my forearm across them and bit into my arm while closing my eyes. I had thought I was a man and for a time, maybe I was, but there in that miserable pit of despair I became a child again and if I’d become more delirious, I’m sure I might’ve called out for Jackson like it was a bad dream.
Into a fading stupor of sleep in the sun I went and when I awoke again it was dark and chilly and I was tired and hungry but too sick to eat and hardly strong enough to move; I looked at the gun and put it into its holster and left it there by the caleche. In the light of the moon and stars, I moved to gather a bolt of canvas; I unfurled the fabric and created a leaning shelter against the overturned vehicle and crawled into it. There was a hole in the canvas, and I peeked out at the stars.
Weeping came again, but not so uproarious; I was stuck there letting go of whimpers, lying on my back, feeling the tears trace in lines from the outer corners of my eyes to collect along my earlobes. In time, I fell to sleep again on the hard ground because the mourning had taken all else from me.
A pinpoint of sunlight broke my eyelids and I jerked awake and reached for the holster, but it was gone. So was the hat. I crawled from the leaning shelter and there he was.
Billy stood plainly among the dried, congealed blood-soaked field and he looked on to the horizon and all shadows were long in the midday sun which hung up there in a soft blue sky. Whether it be a dream or a spell, I couldn’t care—I charged to him and spun him so he faced me and though his face was plain and expressionless, I wrapped him into a forceful hug. He placed his hands on my back and gave a gentle squeeze; when I pulled from him, my hands on his shoulders, I saw he held Sibylle’s hat in his left hand, pinched by the brim; he’d already tugged her holster belt around his hips—he could have it all. I shook while holding him then let go to wipe my face.
“You’re alive,” I nodded.
He nodded without speaking then looked at the hat in his hand and placed it on his head and firmly pressed it down.
“Billy! Hell, you’re alive!”
The corners of his mouth twitched upward for a moment then he nodded again. “Yeah.” His eyes curiously searched our surroundings like he meant to take each detail in forever.
I slapped him on the shoulder and almost squealed. “Goddammit.” I wiped my eyes again and could do little to keep the excitement from exploding from me. “Oh, we should go. We should go on and get somewhere safe.”
He nodded toward the horizon, “’Lanta?”
“Sure.”
We packed and it was a like an ethereal phantom remained among us beside the quiet dead; turkey vultures cawed to break the silence, pecked where they pleased on the bodies, and I couldn’t want to fight them. I kept sidelong eyes on Billy with the ever-present worry that he’d vanish. Perhaps he was the phantom.
From the rear of the caleche, I removed a few sentimental books Jackson liked, essential cookware, and sparse rations for the trek. The last thing I grabbed was my shotgun and a bit of ammo.
As we set from the dead place, the terrible silhouettes that were cut from there on the horizon behind us grew in my mind with every backward glance—I wanted to fall to pieces, but I saw Billy walk alongside me and although contented is not the right word, it is the nearest. The steps of our boots were all that was heard because I could not fathom to pierce the space between us with words for fear that it would all end. It was a dream, surely. I’d lost my mind. With my hands thumbed into the straps of my pack, I saw I my hands still shook, and they would shake a lot longer—years and with memories too. The crunch of earth underfoot became a rhythm and instead of looking at my brother, I watched his shadow on the ground.
“Everyone’s dead?” He asked.
“Yeah.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yeah,” I repeated.
“How ain’t I? How ain’t you?”
To say that it was luck would’ve been too morbid. Instead of saying anything, I shrugged, kicked a loose stone, watched my feet some more, and felt a queasiness come over me. For the moment, the immeasurable deaths of those I’d left behind were forgotten in the company of my brother and a sickness welled up inside of me so suddenly that I felt that I’d fall to pieces at the slightest provocation. Finally, I did speak again, but only after steeling myself to the troubles, “Yeah, how are you alive?”
Billy shrugged at me then stumbled up a hill which overlooked trash wood wilderness where sticks lay twisted and bare and further on the sight of Atlanta was visible and I cupped a hand across my brow and Billy did the same and we looked on at the shadows of the place out there where strings of smoke rose from the skyline as a signature for the desolation of the city; it was dead. I felt it in my bones.
My hands were light while my head was heavy, my throat was dry, and the entire world seized in moments of stillness or perhaps it was my own vision which construed the world in that way; I took to the small hill which Billy had climbed and sat there and stared at the place between my feet to steady myself.
“Fire,” said Billy.
I nodded and nearly choked.
Leviathan—till then I had no belief in dragons—glided over the broken city, its winged shadow little seen but its voice was deep across the scene, letting go of roars which shook the ground. We hid among the trash wood and moved down the hill and watched the creature thrash in the air as if it was angry for its abominable life. Whatever millennia it spent in the pits of hell seemingly thrust upon it a love of destruction and pain.
My brother moved with a more assured stride and kept a cool distance and upon fleeing from the wreckage, from the outlying area of Atlanta and the place we’d left our family, he spoke little and watched me strangely whenever I took to melancholic fatiguing. We lit no fires for fear of what it could draw from the night so in the dark I’d see him watching some far-off place, maybe seeing through the reality which surrounded us, and he’d snap from it, catch my eye, and disappear for minutes to scan the perimeter of whatever place we stayed. Being alongside my resurrected brother was lonelier than I could bear, and I hoped he’d disappear for good or that I could work up the courage to end my own life. It was like purgatory explained in books and for a time, it felt endless; upon witnessing the destruction of Atlanta, we pushed to Marrietta, and it was much the same. As was Chatanooga, Nashville, Knoxville, Louisville, Charlotte. The ocean had risen so that Fayetville was gone underwater, and the Florida leg disappeared completely as far as I’m aware. I understood later that Memphis was overlooked and more places further west were alive too, but when we’d exhausted the south, we moved north and found strongholds of families or traders or even small groupings of civilization, but by and large we found nothing much in the two years that we hoofed it from place to place; it was my doing mostly—I wanted to find a place untouched by the mayhem in the area my family had once patrolled.
In retrospect, I am certain that Billy only stayed by my side for convenience; there wasn’t any of my brother left in the man that was my travelling companion for that time. He was a ghost of a person and Mephisto had preyed upon my desire in the worst moment of weakness in my life. There were nights—maybe we’d taken up in a natural alcove for shelter or we’d locked ourselves in some ancient structure for sleep—I’d watch Billy lay where he was, Sibylle’s hat and holster lying beside him, and I’d think of putting him down but he’d stir and in a brief shadow I’d see my brother as he’d been and withdraw to bury my face in fake sleep to be met with images of the night the demons attacked where I’d shake, sweat, and bite my lips so hard I’d drink blood.
Two years we marched around the Appalachians and in that time, I felt myself wither and disconnect.
Upon moving further north we met Indianapolis—that’s what it was called back then—and it was run by an older woman called Lady Lazarus; I reckon her father, affluent and dead, was a fan of Plath. Indianapolis was fortified more than most with its high walls, and its wall men, and its underground facilities which produced substantial ammunition. We—me and Billy’s revenant—were travelling with a group of traders we’d taken up with from out west; they called themselves wizards and although they seemed of the occult, their spirits discounted whatever suspicions I might’ve had of them.
I remember first pushing through that big gate; the town kept with it an indisputable malaise and though we were greeted at the gate by the leader Lady Lazarus—her brothers came along with her—and her jovial demeanor carried a certain infectious quality, I could not help but notice that the regular denizens maintained a healthy distance from their leader (the guards which followed the Lady everywhere probably had something to do with this).
Lady Lazarus touched each of our hands in greeting with enthusiasm and I could not help but notice how soft they were, how vibrant her eyes were, how much she smiled, and how beautiful she was given her age; already her head was fully gray.
Upon meeting each of us, going through the wizard traders first, she came to me, and Billy and she shook my hand then pivoted to Billy.
“Welcome. You can call me Lady.”
Billy caught her hand in his, held it longer than she’d intended so that they held eye contact, and he smiled broadly, tipped the cowboy hat on his head back to expose his smooth forehead and said, “And you can call me Maron, mam. You are quite a sight for a tired man.”
Though Maron—as he’d named himself—was more boy than man, Lady took a disturbed liking to him immediately and we prolonged our stay in Indianapolis after the wizards departed to head west.
Under the rule of Lady, Indianapolis was a theocracy, with her addressing the huddled masses at the steps of her grand abode, she’d preach for hours on sin and strife and quote her favorite passages; though reminiscent of my time with the Rednecks, I never found any truth or sincerity or freedom in her teaching—hers was more trouble, brimstone, fire and I’d had enough of that for a lifetime. Public execution was common. As was torture.
Maron distanced himself further from me, but I remained to keep an eye on him—it was not sentimentality but rather I existed without purpose and conjured some from watching my brother.
Often, Lady invited Maron to her private rooms and though the rumors and speculation ran the full spectrum of perverse speculation, every denizen feigned ignorance at her pregnancy.
Upon giving birth, the infant was malformed with two heads—her brothers took this as an omen and killed the child, put their leader in the stocks for months, and stripped her of dignity while the denizens did to her what they pleased.
Maron rose through the wall men while Lady’s brothers assumed control of Indianapolis and called themselves Bosses; in the time since Lady’s reign, the place was renamed to Golgotha for its closeness to a messiah.
I went west but always found myself drawn back to Golgotha because of some emptiness in me. It was only with Suzanne that I wanted something more and knowing them, I almost believed in a world like the one that children dream about. The world that Gemma and Andrew chased after when they left home, like the one Aggie talked about in her mother’s books. There’s a hopelessness in me that I’ll never be rid of. In the interim between our initial arrival to Golgotha and that flight from that terrible city, I cannot know how many people I sacrificed in convening with demons because I refuse to know because the number would destroy me. That is the worst of it; I do not even have courage enough to face myself or the actions of my past in any substantive way.
Mephisto tainted me so that I could speak with his kind as a dealmaker and the disease grew.
Billy or Maron or whatever he is should have been reaped long ago or better, I should never have brought that abomination alive. Such a cruel world where a deep longing like that can be inverted, weaponized. Me and him should both die; me and him should have died a long time ago.
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In the vast countryside, away from the busy city of Savannah, exist hills as tall as buildings and green as emeralds. There was also an aura of calmness, with a few birds twittering away in dispersed trees, followed by the gentle swaying of the wind.
Then, out of nowhere, came a small, lonely girl wearing a once-lily-white summer dress with a striped long-sleeved t-shirt underneath it. She was also wearing a dark blue and cream-white baseball hat with the letter D on the front of it. She was moving wearily, with a pistol in one hand, and wiping her damp eyes with the other.
She knew what happened to make her weep. According to her, it was her fault that she got him killed; she was convinced by a towering man who said he knew her parents. But that was a brainless, childish lie that got Lee killed. She shouldn’t have run off. At least, Lee taught her how to use a gun and what to expect in the future before his tragic passing. But now she was all on her own.
Eventually, she came to a log, which was next to the rusted shell of a car. Anyway, she proceeded to sit down on it. Throughout all of this, she was as quiet as a mouse, only looking at her feet and wiping her blood-red eyes. She noticed that on the floor next to the log was a mixture of bullets—some shell casings and some unfired ones. Out of curiosity, she picked it up and examined it before exhaling deeply, which is when she noticed something else. Something she could just about make out if she scrutinised her eyes—something on the nearest hill—looked like two figures. One followed the other, and they looked like they stopped to look at her, making her start to hyperventilate as her eyes extended to the size of oranges. Was it someone she knew? Was it a threat to her? She didn’t know.
"Lee said I needed to find Omid and Christa before he got killed because of me." She said to herself, still looking sad, as she noticed that the two figures were now coming down the prominent hill—they didn't look like walkers. So she clasped her gun tightly until the figures came into view. She ended up not firing the gun and running towards the figures, as it was Omid and Christa, and they were alive!
Omid was a tall, slim Persian-American man with short dark-brown hair and a beard to match.
Christa, on the other hand, was a slightly taller African-American lady. She also had jet-black hair tied up in a ponytail, and she was Omid’s girlfriend.
"Clementine, honey, where's Lee?" Christa asked, kneeling to the nine-year-old.
"H-h-he's...dead." She answered with her face buried in Christa’s shoulder.
"Oh, Clementine, we’re sorry," Omid said, who started to kneel to her height as well.
"W-where's Ben and Kenny?" Clementine asked, still with her face buried in Christa’s shoulder.
Omid and Christa then looked at each other without Clementine noticing, and it was Omid who told her what happened to Ben and Kenny.
"So, it’s just us three," Clementine responded, now looking at Omid and Christa with her eyes dry again, a short while later.
"I guess, Clem, I guess so." Christa replied, "Come on, let’s go somewhere safe."
With this, the trio (Clementine, Omid, and Christa) began to walk, with Clementine tagging behind while Omid and Christa were in front. They were busily talking away, apart from Clementine, who was still looking at her feet, along holding the gun in her hand. As a result of this, she wasn't engaged in the conversation that they were having. She was too melancholy about what happened today. With her being kidnapped, seeing her walker parents, Lee dying, and now Kenny and Ben dying as well.
It was a lot for her to take in.
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Sometime later, the trio found an abandoned house that had been abandoned for decades, as thick ivy hugged the walls. Furthermore, it reminded Clementine of that house they stayed at in Savannah; it was hard to believe that was a month ago.
Anyway, they succeeded in getting into the house rather than struggling, so now they could search within it.
Clementine, honey," Christa said, kneeling to her. "Omid, and I believe you can search parts of this house on your own. Just remember, if someone, walker or not, tries to hurt you, you got your gun. If you run out of bullets or are in a tight place, call us, and we will help you if you get into trouble. Do you understand?"
“Yeah, I do, Christa; I will be careful."
“Good," replied Christa, "let me know if you find anything."
With this, Clementine strayed a little by searching for anything useful on her own, though she stayed close to Omid and Christa.
As usual in the kitchen, she found faded, rusted cans with nothing but spoiled food inside. So she decided to head upstairs, and it seemed like they creaked with every step; as Omid and Christa were searching the enormous living room. Once she was upstairs, she clasped her pistol tightly and opened the door with one of her hands and the other on the pistol. Nothing. The room was that of a bathroom, with its normal interior—a bath, sink, toothbrushes, and some cupboards—which was stripped of life.
So she closed the door, walked to the next door, and proceeded to open it in the same manner she did for the bathroom. This room was that of a child’s room, which made Clementine remember her room back in Georgia, with its toys and books. It felt like she was just coming home from school and wanted to play with her dolls until supper time; it was hard to believe that was a year ago. Yet, here she was searching for anything useful in terms of survival—and not searching for a certain toy she wanted to play with at present.
“Just as well Lee found me when he did.” She said to herself as she glanced over at the room, trying to remember simpler times. When she went to school, she watched cartoons all day and rode her bike in the park with her parents. When she was thinking about this, she noticed that there was a medium-sized lump near the wall, cloaked in dust. It was a doll, and there was a string attached to its back, and when Clementine pulled it, it produced the word "Mama”.
Clementine remembered the doll that her mother gave her for her sixth birthday; it was probably still in the back of the wardrobe.
Eventually, she found an old pocket-sized backpack with a few flowery stickers, along with a dark-blue hoodie in her size.
“Have you found anything, Clementine?” called out Christa.
“Yeah, a backpack and a hoodie," answered Clementine, walking towards the edge of the stairs where Omid and Christa were.
“Just remember to check the bag, Clem; they might have something useful." Replied Christa.
“Ok," Clementine replied, unzipping the bag and then putting her hand into it, but not looking into it. Lo and behold, she found a working lighter, and it looked like it had a decent amount of fuel for a while.
Clementine then walked to the conclusive door upstairs, and like what she did before, however, the door required a little exertion to open. As a result of this, Clementine noticed that the noise she made alerted her to the presence of a walker heading towards her. This, of course, made Clementine a little timid, but she knew what to do. As her heart started to ram against her ribcage, likewise, a thick seal of sweat began to form on her hands, transferring onto her gun.
Always aim for the head," Clementine said to herself as she exhaled deeply and fired the gun. BANG!! The walker fell with a deafening thud, and Clementine was astounded at herself for shooting the walker that was coming towards her.
I did it, I did it," she exclaimed in a loud whisper. Which is when the door bursts open to reveal Omid and Christa with perturbed faces.
"Is everything OK, Clem? Are you hurt?" Asked Omid.
Yeah, I’m fine; I’m not hurt. Replied Clementine, as the trio all stood in stupefied silence at the walker that Clementine gunned down. "Did you find anything? Clementine asked after a minute of silence.
"Yes. We have found two cans of beans and some water." Christa replied.
"Oh."
“Well, let’s keep moving on, Clem. People might have heard the shot and might come here.” Omid said.
“Ok," responded Clementine. "I said already, but I found a backpack and a hoodie."
“Put it on, Clem; it’s starting to get colder, and we get going."
“Ok, I’ll put it on now."
Clementine then took off her hat, gave the gun to Omid, put on the dark blue hoodie, put her hat back on, and took the gun back from Omid. After that, Clementine followed Christa and Omid downstairs and out of the house and walked on.
* * * * *
Some short weeks later, the trio now situated in a substantial-sized forest under a thick canopy of leaves with Omid tending to a fire. Clementine and Christa, however, were sitting down on some nearby log around the fire.
Christa was busy talking to Omid about her pregnancy, whereas Clementine was busy herself by looking at the stars. The stars flickered and danced in the sky like a million tiny flames, casting a shimmering glow over the forest below. Furthermore, the sky itself was filled with low oranges, along with a mixture of light blues. Which were progressively getting into the realms of dark blues, purples and then full-on jet-black. Moreover, there seemed to be a chorus of crickets hiding somewhere in lush grasses, chirping away harshly.
“I would say that rabbit is cooked now, Omid.”
“Oh, right, yeah,” replied Omid, as he began to take the cooked rabbit off the spit – and handed it out to Christa and Clementine, then to himself.
"Thank you very much," Clementine said as she reached for the rabbit meat before going back to look at the stars. She thought to herself as she ate: "How many are there? Hundreds? Thousands? Millions?"
“Hm, what – sorry Christa; what did you say?”
“Omid and I said that we are going to rest here tonight and get going in the morning."
"Ok, as my legs still ache from all that walking we did today."
"Well, get some rest, you're going to need it," Omid said, rising from poking the fire.
"Ok," responded Clementine, getting up from the weather-worn log, wishing Omid and Christa a good night before she got onto the floor near the fire and began to close her eyes. She then began to dream about what she would be doing tomorrow, what would happen, and what she would see.
The next morning was filled with colours ranging from warm yellows trickling through the gaps in the trees. Clementine rubbed her eyes before getting up from the harsh, tough ground and walked to the log where she sat last night, where she saw Omid was cooking again.
"Morning, Clem," Omid said. "How did you sleep?"
"Ok, I'd rather sleep in a bed than on the floor."
"Yeah, I don't like it either, but it's necessary until we get to Wellington."
"Where's Christa?" asked Clementine, now looking around the campsite as she noticed Christa wasn't there.
But then, five minutes later, after Clementine had eaten, Christa came back - and with this, the trio began to walk on; with her now near Omid and Christa. Yet, like last time, Clementine's fingers were still wrapped around her pistol as if it were a part of her. But instead of looking at her feet, she was looking around the pensive clearing.
The clearing was serene, where only a few walkers were roaming around, but they could be seen more evidently through a few hacked trees. The trio strolled down the lane through dappled light filtering itself through the trees; moreover, the sound of the leaves rustled in the weak wind. There was also an occasional bird twittering away on a pile of stacked logs near the broad track Clementine, Omid, and Christa were walking. There was also an infrequent number of signs that littered the road.
"TWO MILES UNTIL TRUCK STOP", Clementine read as she walked on with Omid and Christa.
"How about...Isabella?" Christa said aloud.
"Nah," scoffed Omid, "James is far better."
"That's if it's a boy, Omid. Clementine, do you have any name ideas?"
"What about...Carley?"
"Yeah, that's a good name." Responded Omid, with an expression of puzzled thought in his voice.
For the next couple of miles, they (primarily, Christa and Omid) talked about what seemed to be endless baby names for Christa's child; to pass the time. Clementine wondered if her parents had this amount of difficulty when they chose her name.
Eventually, Clementine stopped a little as Omid and Christa walked on regardless; as she noticed there was a blackbird perched on a nearby tree which cawed before flying into the lush forest.
"What do you think?" asked Omid, as he poised at the truck stop over the abandoned road before crossing it with Christa and Clementine.
"Omid, you can't be serious," answered Christa.
"I am."
"We are NOT doing that."
"Why not?"
"Because one of you is enough!"

2.35.1.81 -> 2.35.1.82 (2024-05-13)

• Jaguar IS : Removed Free Backups
• New Decal :
  • 'Flanking Snail' decal : https://i.imgur.com/kHIxugy.png
• New Title :
  • "Slick flanker"

2.35.1.82 -> 2.35.1.83 (2024-05-14)

• Wing Loong I :
  • Added custom loadouts (which it can't use as a killstreak aircraft, similarly to how the Orion has KAB-50 GBUs in custom loadouts)
  • New loadouts : 2x AKD-10 (stock)
• HMAS Arrow :
  • Min Crew Count to repair : 6 -> 0
  • Min Crew Count to survive : 4 -> 5
• HMS Gay Archer : Min Crew Count to repair : 4 -> 0
• ZBD04A : Commander Sight :
  • Horizontal Speed : 90 -> 120 °/s
  • Vertical Limits : [-5, 10] -> [-15, 60]°
  • Stabilizer :
    • Can no longer be turned off
    • Speed to Degree Error divided by 100
• ZTZ88A, ZTZ88B : Commander Sight :
  • Horizontal Speed : 120 -> 90 °/s
  • Removed Stabilizer
  • Vertical Limits : [-15, 60] -> [-5, 10]°
• PT-16/T14 mod., Leopard 2K : turret_07_bottom_dm : Structural Steel -> RHA
• BTR-80A (All), Pantsir-S1 :
  • Zoom : x[4.23, 4] -> x[3.8, 4]
  • Sight FoV : 9 -> 10°
• Swingfire :
  • Zoom : x[4, 8] -> x[10, 10]
  • Sight FoV : 9 -> 3.58°
• 57 mm WA318 cannon : Type 59 HE : Explosive Mass : 0.153 -> 0.159 kg
• SAM 9M39 : 9М39 :
  • Max Speed : 1000 -> 590 m/s
  • Guidance : Additional Elevation : 1.5 -> 5°
• Mistral SATCP : Max Speed : Not hard-limited -> 850 m/s
• 9K330 TT : Radar Track : Min Target Radius : 1.475 -> 0.7375
• Texts Changed :
  • "Spitfire LF Mk.IXe Weizman's" -> "Weizman's Spitfire LF Mk.IXe"
  • "Spitfire LF Mk IXe Ezer Weizman's" -> "Ezer Weizman's Spitfire LF Mk IXe"
  • "Yak-3(e) Eremin's" -> "Eremin's Yak-3(e)"
  • "Yak-3(e) Eremin's" -> "Eremin's Yak-3(e)"

2.35.1.83 -> 2.35.1.84 (2024-05-14)

• Nothing Burger

2.35.1.84 -> 2.35.1.85 (2024-05-14)

• Tech-tree changes :
  • AV-8A (US), Prinz Eugen (GER), Rooikat 105 (UK), HMS Iron Duke (UK), VRCC (IT), Merkava Mk.2D (ISR) : Shown for everyone -> Hidden for everyone

2.35.1.85 -> 2.35.1.86 (2024-05-15)

• FY-4 ERA, FY-5 ERA : Tandem Precharge Armor Quality : 0.33 -> 0.7
• ZTZ88A, ZTZ88B : Removed Gun Control through Commander Sight

2.35.1.86 -> 2.35.1.87 (2024-05-15)

• It appears that gaijin is implementing another 2FA for WT called "Pix" or "Pixel Storm", and another payment method, "Pixel Coins"
• New Images :
  • pix_two_step_email : https://i.imgur.com/ZHh92BJ.png
  • pix_two_step_form_bg : https://i.imgur.com/vJY66d5.png
  • pix_two_step_gp_banner_bg : https://i.imgur.com/95CUAk9.png
  • pix_two_step_phone_ga : https://i.imgur.com/oaskack.png
  • pix_two_step_phone_gp : https://i.imgur.com/oOwr1i4.png
  • pix_two_step_phone_pp : https://i.imgur.com/vQndD0r.png
• Images Changes :
  • two_step_email : https://i.imgur.com/scavQgd.png -> https://i.imgur.com/WTPbL5v.png
  • two_step_form_bg : https://i.imgur.com/nkSk3vk.png -> https://i.imgur.com/m4su6PR.png
  • two_step_phone_ga : https://i.imgur.com/hXqmsaN.png -> https://i.imgur.com/lqax71p.png
  • two_step_phone_gp : https://i.imgur.com/BQLfuJd.png -> https://i.imgur.com/8xuFXx5.png
• New Texts : same
  • "Confirm sign"
  • "Compare Pixel Storm Achievements"
  • "Show Pixel Storm Achievements"
  • "Подтверждай вход одним нажатием на кнопку или через PUSH-уведомление с нашим официальным приложением для защиты аккаунта. Помимо усиленной защиты аккаунта в Gaijin Pass ты сможешь читать свежие новости из всех наших игр."
  • "Зачем нужен Gaijin Pass"
  • "Подтвердите вход в приложении Gaijin Pass или введите код вручную"
  • "Подключить Gaijin Pass"
• Texts Changed :
  • "Lost access to the Gaijin Pass app?" -> "Lost access to the app?"
  • "Confirm sign in with Gaijin Pass app or enter code" -> "Enter the verification code from {passName} or any other app you use"
  • "Get Gaijin Pass" -> "Get {passName}"
  • "Confirm your entry with the click of a button or through a PUSH notification with our official app to protect your account. In addition to enhanced account protection, you can read the latest news from all our games in the Gaijin Pass." -> "Confirm your entry with the click of a button or through a PUSH notification with our official app to protect your account. In addition to enhanced account protection, you can read the latest news from all our games in the {passName}."
  • "Why do I need Gaijin Pass" -> "Why do I need {passName}"
• New Decals :
  • Seal of the United States Army : https://i.imgur.com/6ydALoo.png
  • sold_out_decal : https://i.imgur.com/mTMzRri.png
• New Title :
  • "Участник Air Superiority"
    • Description : "Air Superiority FINAL 2023 Tournament contender"
  • "Чемпион Air Superiority 2024"
    • Description : "Air Superiority FINAL 2024 Tournament Winner"

2.35.1.87 -> 2.35.1.88 (2024-05-16)

• m/43 Ace Tankman and Invincible m/43 Tankman challenges can now be completed with the pvkv m/43 (1963) as well

Current Dev version : 2.35.1.88
Current Live version : 2.35.1.87

Deciding to pursue fertility treatments like in vitro fertilization (IVF) or intracytoplasmic sperm injection (ICSI) is a significant step for couples struggling with infertility. While these treatments offer hope for parenthood, it's crucial to be well-informed and prepared before embarking on this journey. This blog post aims to shed light on the essential aspects couples should consider before undergoing IVF or ICSI.
Understanding IVF and ICSI
IVF is a complex series of procedures involving extracting eggs from the female's ovaries, fertilizing them with sperm in a laboratory, and then transferring the resulting embryos into the uterus. ICSI, a specialized form of IVF, involves injecting a single sperm directly into an egg to achieve fertilization. Both IVF and ICSI are assisted reproductive technologies (ART) aimed at addressing various fertility challenges.
Assessing Your Fertility Situation
Before opting for fertility treatments, it's essential to have a thorough evaluation of both male fertility and female fertility. This typically involves a comprehensive medical history review, physical examinations, and diagnostic tests to identify any underlying causes of infertility. Common factors affecting female fertility include ovulation disorders, fallopian tube blockages, endometriosis, and uterine fibroids. Male fertility issues may include low sperm count, poor sperm motility, or abnormal sperm morphology.
Emotional and psychological preparation
Fertility treatments can be emotionally taxing, with a rollercoaster of hope, anxiety, and disappointment. It's crucial for couples to acknowledge and address these emotional challenges together. Consider seeking counseling or joining support groups to connect with others experiencing similar journeys. Open communication and mutual support are key to navigating the emotional aspects of fertility treatment.
Financial Considerations
IVF and ICSI can be expensive, with costs varying depending on the clinic, location, and specific treatment plan. Before starting treatment, research the financial aspects, including medication costs, consultation fees, and laboratory charges. Inquire about potential insurance coverage and explore financing options if needed. Understanding the financial implications upfront helps avoid unexpected expenses and allows for better planning.
Treatment Success Rates and Expectations
IVF and ICSI success rates vary depending on several factors, including age, cause of infertility, and overall health. It's essential to have realistic expectations and understand that multiple treatment cycles may be required to achieve a successful pregnancy. Your fertility specialist can provide personalized information on success rates based on your specific circumstances.
Legal and ethical considerations
Fertility treatment involves complex legal and ethical considerations, especially when using donor sperm, donor eggs, or gestational carriers. Understand the legal implications and ensure you have a clear agreement with all parties involved. Discuss ethical concerns, such as genetic testing of embryos and the potential for multiple pregnancies, with your fertility specialist and make informed decisions based on your values and beliefs.
Lifestyle and health factors
Maintaining a healthy lifestyle is crucial during fertility treatment. Follow your doctor's recommendations regarding diet, exercise, and stress management. Avoid smoking, excessive alcohol consumption, and recreational drug use, as these can negatively impact fertility and treatment outcomes. Optimize your overall health to enhance your chances of success.
Choosing a Fertility Clinic and Specialist
Selecting the right fertility clinic and specialist is paramount. Research clinics thoroughly, considering their experience, success rates, and patient reviews. Look for a clinic that offers a comprehensive range of services, including diagnostic tests, treatment options, and emotional support. Establish a good rapport with your fertility specialist, ensuring open communication and trust throughout the treatment process.
Alternative options and complementary therapies
While IVF and ICSI are effective treatments for many couples, exploring alternative options and complementary therapies may be beneficial. Acupuncture, yoga, and herbal supplements are some complementary approaches that may support fertility and reduce stress. Discuss these options with your fertility specialist to determine their suitability for your situation.
Conclusion
Embarking on fertility treatment is a significant decision that requires careful consideration and preparation. Understanding the different aspects discussed in this blog post empowers couples to make informed choices and navigate the complexities of IVF or ICSI. Remember, seeking support from fertility specialists, counselors, and support groups can enhance your journey towards parenthood. With knowledge, preparation, and perseverance, many couples can overcome infertility challenges and achieve their dream of having a family.

Renew your driving licence hassle-free with this ultimate guide. Learn the step-by-step process for renewal online / offline!
Table of Contents

• [Importance of Renewing Your Driving Licence]()
• [Documents Required for Online Driving Licence Renewal]()
• [Step-by-Step Guide to Renew Driving Licence Online]()
• [Fees for Online Driving Licence Renewal]()
• [Tracking Your Driving Licence Renewal Status]()
• [Offline Renewal Process]()
• [Renewing Learner’s Licence Online]()
• [Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)]()

Driving licence is an imperative, a must-have. It is a crucial necessity for all riders and drivers out there! And most importantly, it is a legal requirement. It is important to renew your licence online or offline, but on time. This will ensure that you can continue operating your loved vehicles legally and without any complications.
In the digital era that we are in now and here, the process of renewing your driving licence is a lot more convenient than it ever was, thanks to the introduction of online driving licence renewal services. In this comprehensive guide blog, we will walk you through the step by step process of how to renew your driving licence online (But then if you are someone who prefers a handshake over a hyperlink, we’ve got you covered too in our Renewal of Driving Licence Offline section!).
This Blog will be your one-stop to understand everything from the Documents required to answering your Frequently Asked Questions.

Importance of Renewing Your Driving Licence

A valid driving licence is your ticket to freedom on the roads. Renewing your driving licence is not a formality, but a legal obligation. That will ensure that you can continue to drive legally on Indian roads. Not renewing your licence could get you to some trouble. The consequences can range from hefty fines to even imprisonment in certain situations. It could also lead to the inability to claim insurance in case of an accident. However, on the other hand, a valid driving licence provides some extra benefits. It serves as a proof of identity, or proof of your address making it a crucial document for various official purposes. Renewing driving licence in India is a breeze. Don’t let a simple task turn into a major headache. Get the renewal of your driving licence done either online or offline, it is simple.

Documents Required for Online Driving Licence Renewal

Before getting started on the renewal of driving licence online, do ensure to have the following documents ready:

• Your existing driving licence
• Form 1 (self-declaration of physical fitness)
• Form 1A (medical certificate, if applicable)
• Form 2 (driving licence renewal form)
• Proof of age and address (Aadhaar card, passport, birth certificate, etc.)
• Two recent passport-size photographs
• Vehicle fitness certificate (only for commercial vehicle licence renewal)

The applicable documents have to be uploaded during the process of application for renewal of driving licence online. Hence, it is important to have digital copies or scanned versions of these documents readily available with you.

Step-by-Step Guide to Renew Driving Licence Online

As we discussed earlier, the renewal of driving licence online is an easy task, it’s almost a breeze. Follow the following simple steps to renew your driving licence online:

• Step 1: Visit the Parivahan Sewa website and navigate to the “Driving Licence Related Services” section under “Online Services.” Ensure that you are in the right authorized website, i.e., the official website of Ministry of Road Transport & Highways, meant for the renewal of driving licence.
  
• Step 2: Select your state from the drop-down menu and click on “Apply for DL Renewal.”
  
• Step 3: Click “Continue” and enter your driving licence number, date of birth, and the captcha code. Then, click “Get DL Details.”
  
• Step 4: Verify your details and click “Yes” to proceed. Select “Submit Request” and choose your state again.
  
• Step 5: Select your RTO (Regional Transport Office). If you choose a different RTO, you’ll need to apply for a change of address and pay an additional fee.
  
• Step 6: Select “Renewal of DL” and fill out the online application form. Upload soft copies of the required documents.
  
• Step 7: Pay the applicable fees online using various payment methods such as credit/debit card, net banking, or digital wallets. Download the payment receipt for future reference. Keep the Payment receipt safe, either in a screenshot form or a pdf form, for safety purposes.
  
• Step 8: Once your documents are verified, voila, you will receive your renewed driving licence via post at your registered address within 15 working days.
  

Didn’t we tell you that it is a simple task! Renewing your license online is fast, easy, and saves you a trip. Your renewal process happens at the comfort of your couch.

Fees for Online Driving Licence Renewal

The driving licence renewal fee would vary based on the type of licence, the duration of the renewal process, i.e., it depends on how much you have delayed to renew; it also depends on the mode of renewal (smart card or a booklet). The breakdown of the fees for the renewal of driving licence are provided here below:

• Driving Licence Renewal: Rs. 200
• Driving Licence Renewal (after the grace period of 30 days): Rs. 300
• Additional fees per year (for delay in renewal): Rs. 1,000
• Additional fees for renewal in smart card format: Rs. 200

If you are someone looking to renew your Driving Licence for Heavy Vehicles, the fee for application of heavy licence is Rs.1000. However, for passenger and heavy cargo vehicles, the Fee is Rs.1500.
Just a gentle heads up! Please note that these fees are subject to change and it may vary slightly across different States or Union territories, across the Country. It may not greatly vary from each other, but it is advised to check before making the payment.

Tracking Your Driving Licence Renewal Status

If the application process for your driving licence was a breeze, the tracking is as easy as it gets. It is a smooth sail! The following steps help you track the status of your application of renewal of driving licence:
Step 1: Visit the Parivahan Sewa website and navigate to the “Vehicle Related Services” menu under the “Online Services” tab.
Step 2: Select the “Application Status” option and enter your application number, date of birth, and the captcha code.
Step 3: Click “Submit” to view the current status of your application.
This convenient feature allows you to stay updated on the progress of your renewal application, ensuring transparency and convenience throughout the process. Thanks to Digital India initiatives, the status updates are also frequently forwarded via SMS.

Offline Renewal Process

If you are someone who is delightfully analogue, or if you get to face any technical challenges with the online process, you can always resort to the driving licence renewal process by visiting your nearest Regional Transport Office (RTO). The following steps delineate the offline process of renewing your driving licence:
Step 1: Obtain the driving licence renewal form (Form 9) from the RTO office or download it from the official website.
Step 2: Fill out the application form and gather all the required documents as mentioned below:

• Your existing driving licence
• Form 1 (self-declaration of physical fitness)
• Form 1A (medical certificate, if applicable)
• Form 2 (driving licence renewal form)
• Proof of age and address (Aadhaar card, passport, birth certificate, etc.)
• Two recent passport-size photographs
• Vehicle fitness certificate (only for commercial vehicle licence renewal)

Step 3: Visit the RTO and submit the duly filled application form along with the relevant documents. Remember, you have to hold hard-copies of relevant documents to submit at the RTO.
Step 4: Pay the applicable fees at the fee collection counter and collect the acknowledgment receipt. Depending on the RTO, it seems many places have UPI interface to pay. This depends and varies from location to location, hence it is advised to carry currency in hand.
Step 5: Your renewed driving licence will be mailed to your registered address once the document verification process is complete.
Visiting RTO for Offline Driving Licence renewal could sound overwhelming, which is not the case. However, in case you would like further assistance, you can seek help from your nearest driving school or an agent.

Renewing Learner’s Licence Online

Learner’s licence allows to practice Driving legally, to practice driving on public roads under specific conditions. This is significant to gain the necessary experience and skills before taking the test for a valid permanent driver’s license. Learner’s licence is a permit to demonstrate that you are authorized to learn how to drive. Remember, Driving without learner’s licence, though you are just learning, is still illegal.
If you are someone who is looking to obtain learner’s licence for the first time, applying for learner’s licence could be done online too. Visit the relevant website, select concerned state and click on “Application for New Learners License” from “Learner’s License” menu. Fill up the form. Since this is a new application for learner’s licence, you are required to visit RTO on scheduled date with original documents & fee slip. The fee for issue of learner’s licence for each class of vehicle is Rs.150.
There may be situations in which one holds a learner’s licence, and it has expired. You can renew learner’s licence online too. Follow the simple steps as detailed below:
Step 1: Visit the Parivahan Sewa website and select “Driving Licence Services” from the “Online Services” menu.
Step 2: Choose your state of residence and click on the “Expired Learner Licence Issue Again” option under the “Learner Licence” section.
Step 3: Enter your expired learner’s licence number and date of birth, then click “Submit.”
Step 4: Pay the applicable fees for the issuance of a new learner’s licence.
Once the process is complete, you will receive your renewed learner’s licence.
You are provided with a permanent valid driving licence after you appear and clear the driving test.

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

Q: Can I renew my driving licence after it has expired? A: Yes, you can renew your driving licence even after it has expired. However, if the expiration date is more than five years old, you will have to apply as if you apply for a new licence and undergo all the necessary formalities.
Q: What are the penalties if caught riding or driving without a valid Driving licence? A: The fine for driving without a valid driving licence can be anywhere from Rs.1000 to Rs.5000, depending on the state and the type of vehicle you are driving. In some cases, imprisonment is also possible for a period up to 3 months. Apart from the above, it is possible that your vehicle could be seized until you can produce a valid licence. Repeated offences may lead to disqualification from obtaining a licence for a certain period.
Q: Do I need to undergo a driving test for renewal? A: Generally, no driving test is required for renewing your driving licence. However, if you are over 50 years old, and if you’re applying for a commercial vehicle licence, or have certain medical conditions, you may need to appear for a driving test.
Q: Can I make changes to my driving licence during renewal? A: Yes, you can make changes to your driving licence, such as address or personal details, during the renewal process. You will need to provide additional documentation for the changes and fill out the appropriate forms.
Q: How long is a driving licence valid? A: A driving licence in India is typically valid for 20 years from the date of issuance or until the holder turns 50, whichever comes first. For commercial vehicle licences, the validity period is 5 years. Also, it is pertinent to mention that once the driver crosses the age 50, the renewed licence is valid for 5 years, and the application of renewal of driving licence must be submitted, closer to the date of expiry.
Q: Can I renew my driving licence online if I obtained it from another state? A: Yes, you can renew your driving licence online, even if it was initially obtained from another state. However, you’ll need to provide a No Objection Certificate (NOC) from the original licensing authority. While this is the most common practice, the rules may vary from state to state, it is important to check with the local authorities for specific regulations.
Q: What if I don’t renew my driving licence on time? A: If you fail to renew your driving licence within the grace period of 30 days after expiration, you’ll need to pay an additional fee of Rs. 300. Additionally, driving with an expired licence can lead to penalties, fines, or even legal consequences.
Q: Can I schedule an appointment for driving licence renewal? A: Yes, most states in India allow you to schedule an appointment for driving licence services, including renewal, through the Parivahan Sewa website. This helps avoid long queues and waiting times at the RTO offices. This is only when you would like to renew your driving licence offline. By following the steps in Section-3 of this Blog, you can easily renew your driving licence online.
Q: How can I update my address on my driving licence? A: To update your address on your driving licence, you’ll need to fill out Form 33 and submit it along with the required documents, such as proof of new address, to the RTO during the renewal process.
Renewing driving licence online is a convenient and time saving process, which ensures that you complete the formalities and even receive your renewed driving licence, all at the comfort of your couch. Renewing your driving licence is an essential requirement. It will ensure that you remain compliant the Rules and regulations of the Government and it permits you to operate your vehicles legally on Indian roads. By following the guide detailed in this blog post, we are sure that you will have a smooth process of renewing your driving license online.

Hi!
I (20F) and my partner (20M) have been together for almost a year now and we are currently long distance (about a 1 hour flight). I’m a virgin and we’ve had open discussions about intimacy and sex. Sex/sexual health has always been a sensitive topic for me as I experienced SA when I was younger. Sex wasn’t really talked about in my household, so the bulk of knowledge comes from online or through friends. He’s been incredibly understanding of why we haven’t had sex yet. However, I feel like my outlook on sex has changed a lot since I’ve been with him and I want to have sex with him. I’ve never felt more reassured, comfortable with my body and just having conversations about anything without feeling repressed with someone. I’m visiting him soon and we may have sex. I just wanted to come on my throwaway account to ask what I should know in order to prepare or what to do after.
We’re planning on using condoms as I’m not on BC (will consider going on BC or some other form of contraceptive if we continue to be sexually active). We’ve already discussed o pregnancy risks and how to handle it. I know that I should pee after we have sex just to prevent a UTI. Prior to sex, I plan on trimming/ shaving and drinking pineapple/cranberry juice just for my personal hygiene and vaginal health. I’m not sure what else to consider! I guess the question I’m trying to ask is what do you wish you could’ve known prior to having sex for the first time?

And they disabled my receiving account. Does anyone has similar experiences?
By the way, I've been a Payoneer customer for over 10 years and an indie software developer in the shareware market for over 20 years. There is no fraud or someone trying to behave fraudulently in this whole story. It's just unnecessary.
Yesterday, I received a payment from PayPro Global, and Payonner asked me to provide two documents to verify the transaction. One is the invoice, and the other is the proof of delivery. I have never dealt with this kind of situation because I always use a third-party payment processor to handle my software orders and have never had to prove this. I have been using this Payoneer account for over 10 years, but it's the first time I use the ACH account. I know I can connect Payoneer to PayPro Global. I was just curious if my receiving accounts really work, so I tried to use them.
I immediately contacted PayPro Global, and they quickly responded with the required documents. All I need to do is upload them to Payoneer's verification submit forms.
I submitted the documents and waited for only 5 minutes. Then, I got two rejection messages from Payoneer saying that my documents did not meet the requirements.
Payoneer asked me for two documents: the invoice, which requires my name, client name and country, goods, price, quantity, and amount on it, and the proof of delivery, which requires either a custom declaration form, proof of delivery, or proof of communication with the customer regarding the delivery.
I submitted two documents (and I couldn't submit more or less as they request):

1. An acceptance letter with all the required information on it. I submitted it as the invoice. The rejection reason was it did not sufficiently describe the nature of the services I provided;
2. My reseller agreement with PayPro Global. I submitted it as the proof of communication. The reason for the rejection was that it did not show email correspondence or a chat transcript with my client.

After Payoneer rejected the documents, I continued communicating with PayPro Global's staff, and they said I may have chosen the wrong categories for the documents. So, I re-submitted the documents, but this time, I carefully selected the document categories for these documents under PayPro Global's assistance.
I don't understand why they needed the document to be specified in different categories before their verification. If you need proof of my transaction, this is the proof, does it really matter which category it should be in? Anyway, I re-submitted the documents. This time, they didn't reject it in 5 minutes.
They disabled my receiving account in 10 hours instead. The reason they said was: I violates the TOS. Nothing else.
So which TOS did I violate? I submitted the documents you wanted, and because I gave you what you asked for, I violated your terms?
I'm just feeling uncomfortable with this experience. Does anyone else have a similar situation? If so, I would like to know how or what you did in this situation.
And I do think the documents I got from PayPro Global should meet the requirements. The information on the documents is straightforward. They paid me and provided me an acceptance letter with my name, their name, the payment amount, the date, why they paid me, the date of fulfillment, and parties having no claims against each other, and everything else needed in this kind of document. More importantly, they are not a new payment processor, and they should have assisted many developers like me handled this kind of document many times; I don't think there should be any difficulty in proving a payment from the payment processor. This is not a crime.
And then disable my receiving account for this?
Before you ask why I didn't contact Payoneer, it was not during their support's work time when I was having this problem and writing this. And TBH, it takes effort to find their human contact entrance.