Had my pc for around 2 years now, I haven't used it in around a year. Last time I used it, it was working fine however since then I've taken out the gpu as it was slightly outdated. My current cpu has internal graphics so l expected it to run fine. However a few weeks ago I decided to boot it and it started out fine, after a few minutes though it decided to crash and hasn't booted since? Every time I tried booting it nothing showed on the screen and the EZ debug on the motherboard was flashing red for cpu and orange for dram. Took out the cmos battery and jumped the bios pins to no avail either. I've completely taken it apart now and rebuilt it just to make sure everything hardware wise was working and there's no more debug lights going off anymore but it still won't display no matter what I try. Not sure what else I can do as I can't even access the bios screen. Would really like to try to get this fixed without going to a repair shop. For context my motherboard is a MSI B510m pro. Would really appreciate any help.

Sorry for any typos as I’m typing this out in a state of bad anxiety
When I was a kid I had terrible stomach issues always stomach pains and constipation, I believe it was due from all the stress and anxiety I had as a kid from going through kidney cancer recovering from that and living in fear of it returning plus other traumatic experiences. But once I was around 10 I was having normal bowel movements but did have a hemorrhoid that would make me bleed like crazy for a year then that stop and I was totally fine after. Sometimes from nerves I would get diarrhea once in awhile but then go back to normal. I’m 24 now and i noticed last year I was becoming more constipated and then vertigo hit me which lead to me having the feeling to always poop but once getting to the toilet I couldn’t. Of course I had a lot of anxiety due to the vertigo so maybe it messed with my bathroom habits I don’t know but anyway this was on going where I would maybe have normal bowel movement here and there then go right back into being constipated or even sometimes diarrhea… small episodes right before my period or out of nowhere but nothing too bad… Until January, I was feeling better with the vertigo but still wasn’t really having normal bowel movements and then one weekend I got fast food stomach felt off into the week which lead me to having diarrhea but by the next day I was fine also was very stressed out didn’t know what to think of it but put it to the side and felt fine til the following weekend I woke up so nauseous everything I ate made me sick and I felt my stomach turning more and more then horrible diarrhea started with lower abdominal pain and crazy pressure on my lower stomach and behind, lasted for 2 days then after I barley could eat would still go to the bathroom weird between watery diarrhea to mushy then greenish then very constipated and also was having crazy burping episodes that I still experience til this dayespecially if I feel anxious or eat something wrong. After watching what I eat and taking certain things to help me I started being able to kinda eat more and started having more normal bowel movements more often but still was that back and forth between one day going normal next day constipated and those abdominal pains starting up. Also I see if I get very anxious or stressed out it all starts up again. It’s still kinda like a rollercoaster once I think I’m doing better and back to normal my gut starts to act up again! I’m not (sorry for the tmi) just having those normal bowel movements regularly or like as of now, once again been going constipated I notice mucus which has also been an on going thing here and there seeing think mucus mainly in the hard stools not so much when I go regular. Other symptoms like the side of my anal sometimes feels like pressure or like having something right there by my anal something maybe like a hemorrhoid I do bleed sometimes but also recently after my last bowel movement that was mostly normal but pretty light in color after last Sunday two days later I went very hard and had thick mucus/dark blood in the poop I thought I had my period at first very weird strongly blood while wiping myself besides the thick red blood in poop and fresh blood as well on the wipe after that I’ve had no blood but still been going constipated with small clumps of mucus today I went to look and don’t know if I see light pink in it or if it’s just me but overall is like yellowish brown mucus. Lastly the last few months I’ve been on Zyrtec and Clonazepam
I get scared it’s colon cancer because of the changes in bowel movement and shape, mucus, abdominal pain sometimes, burping like crazy at times, the blood in stool I had few days ago. I’m only 24 don’t drink don’t smoke a little overweight but try to be active and try to eat healthy

Welcome back to Advent's Amazing Advice! The series where I take popular One-Shots, Adventures, Campaigns, etc. and fully prep them for both New and Busy DMs. This prep includes fully fleshed-out notes, music, ambiance, encounter sheets, handouts, battle maps, tweaks, and more so you can run the best sessions possible with the least stress possible!
Phandelver and Below: The Shattered Obelisk stems from The Lost Mine of Phandelver a classic and beloved starter set that many new DMs run. Even with this being the most recent release it still has an issue, the same as with many others...it doesn't describe the best way to transform the book's contents into an actual session. The Book-to-session conversion can be difficult between figuring out when things should happen, understanding motivations, and even organizing encounters.
Well, fortunately for you, 99% of that work is done! Only a few things are really left:

• Read the book, I know surprising, but it can be extremely confusing when you don't know where everything leads to.
• Consider the needs of your group. As you've heard or are about to hear a million times, every table is different. If you plan on combining this with a campaign, you'll have to make tweaks here and there.
• These notes aren't meant to be the end-all-be-all. Tweak to your heart's content, and don't consider any of what's written to be set in stone. For me having notes like this helps give me the confidence to go off the rails and follow along with what my players want. It helps me understand where things were meant to go and why. Having that understanding allows me to guide the players and create other new and interesting stories. These are all things that will come with experience, though, so don't freak out and enjoy the journey!

Advent's Notes: I was surprised with how few changes were made in the book considering how long this adventure has been around and all the wonderful things the community has come up with, I was even more surprised when they started adding more monsters to Cragmaw Cave. It's already pretty rough in there and with the additional creatures, it's almost assured there's going to be a TPK. I've kept most of the fights the way they were with only a few minor adjustments, the most important changes are just subtle nods to the Psi Goblins that will be encountered later on.
Without further ado:

• Google Docs Notes Part 1 Cragmaw Hideout: DM Notes
• Link to: Intro + Cragmaw Hideout Playlist
• List of changes in Phandelver and Below: Change List
• Link to: The AAA Collection

Included in The AAA Collection are:

• A Word document with all my notes, including links to music tracks for ambiance and fights
• Special PDFs for all the encounters. This includes all the enemies' stat blocks organized neatly, along with an initiative tracker and a spot to mark HP.
• An additional PDF with Sildars stats should he join the party as an ally
• Custom maps of Cragmaw Hideout. I enlarged and printed this out for my players as a battle map!

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Cheers, Advent

Hey all! This is my first ever Reddit post, so thank you for looking at this. I've been trying and failing to write a novel since my teens, but always gave up but I'm determined this time ADHD be dammed.
Here are a few paragraphs of my first draft opening paragraphs and I would love some feedback from anyone who has time. I'm specifically looking to see if it's not enough detail or if it's too fast paced. Thank you! ♥️
Edit: possible trigger waning for dececed parent.

{ Ash Keeling woke with a start. That feeling, like she was landing from a 10 foot drop, slammed her back to reality. She had that dream again, the one she had been having that dream for months. It had started out fractured, bits and pieces, but this time she could have sworn she heard her mother say her name. Brushing the curls from her face, the lingering tendrils of the dream of her late mother dissipated like smoke in the morning breeze. She bolted upright, heart pounding with the weight of unshed tears, realising she was late for work... again. 

This was the second time that week. Owning a plant and apothecary shop comes with some perks. Free home made lotions, bars of soap, teas, lots of teas, and all the plants you could want. The down side was you had to make them all, and when you make them yourself it isn't technically free, but being late definitely was not a perk.
Ash leaped out of bed, grabbing what she hoped were clean clothes from the floor, she meant to put on a wash two days ago, but the thought of it always seemed too much and she could find the time. She had to make seven new batches of Perk-Up Tea the night before because the Ginseng root she used in the last batch went bad and she hadn 't noticed.
Throwing them on she bounded down the stairs, forgetting that the last step was broken, she wabbled, narrowly avoiding a precarious stack of books, which had a nasty habit of always somehow being in the way. Picking them up she placed them on the coffee table and continued into the kitchen.
That was the trouble with being a witch, things tended to be effected the magic used around them. Taking on personalities of their own, and moving around when you weren't looking. Like that time she tried to levitate her couch, to get her keys that had fallen under it, she had gotten will to intent ratio wrong for the spell. Since then, the couch floats a few centimetres off the ground. It varies now and then, just enough, so she can never quite gague it properly, and ends up awkwardly bumping down on it. She has taken to using one of the armchairs instead.
Hurriedly she threw a slice of bread into the toaster, and poored herself a cup of yesterday's coffee. Or was it two yesterdays old? Ash didn't have time to care, she nuked the coffee on the microwave, and when it dinged she took a gulp. Hopping from foot to foot, she tried to dance her way through the pain of scorching coffee burning her mouth. The toast jumped up, she slapped on some jam and popped it in her mouth. Realising too late that, as the smell hit her nose, jam isn't usually green. Mint sauce on toast didn't taste at all as bad as it sounded though, she thought.
“Why didn't you wake me?“ She snapped as she tied up her hair, half eaten slice of toast still in her mouth.
The black bird purched on her back of a soft coloured arm chair in the living room, clearly also having a mistrust for the semi floating couch, let out a strained caw in response to the sudden hostility shot it's way. Like the break of a voice when it's used for the first time in the morning.
“Yeah Sabel, I know it's raining, but you can do things other than sulk when it rains yano!“ She called back.
Sable was a tall black raven with young blue eyes. He had been found as an egg one winter a few years ago, by Ash out in the woods behind her cabin. She had brought it home where she cared for it, placing it in a small basket covered with a blanket near the open fire place of her cottage. He had stayed like that for a week or more before hatching, and certainly not because Ash forgot all about it and was awoken one morning to the sound of a very loud, very hungry chick.
She fed him ground up worms and grubs. Kept him warm, taught him to fly, and one spring morning, when he was ready, she released him back into the woods. Feeling a sense of accomplishment, having successfully rearing a chick.
Sable didn't last long in the wild, he found it to be a cold, wet, harsh environment, and longed for the warmth of the cottage. Ash was surprised as she came down stairs, the next morning, to see there was a damp adolescent bird snored next to the fire. A slight breeze had caught her attention, coming from the sitting room window, which was open, dispite it being locked shut the night before. She had never met a bird that could unlock a window before but, then again, she had never met a bird before.
A bird, who cawed angrily everytime it rained. Would build makeshift nests out of crumpled pieces of paper and cloth, and shook his head, immiting a deep coo and clicking sound, when he senced someone approaching the cottage, as if to warn them off. And ohh yeah, snored.}

Today, I've decided to start a discussion titled "WUT IF..." because I've noticed many folks forecasting prices based on numerous "if" scenarios. So, I've let my imagination run wild with various scenarios and I'm excited to share them with the cute cat community. Plus, I'm eager to hear your scenarios too!
Let's kick things off with WUT IF SOLANA REACHES $500... Picture this: Solana hitting $500 would place its market cap at around $287B. Now, what if $WEN grabs 10% of that? That's $28B (175x from here)! Could we see $0.04 per token? Currently, Solana sits at $146 with a $82B market cap, while $WEN's market cap is a mere $160M, representing 0.195% of Solana's market cap... That's tiny! Just imagine our potential...
Now, WUT IF SOLANA REACHES $1000? Well, we double everything from the previous scenario. If $WEN snags 10%, we're looking at a $56B market cap, translating to $0.08 per token... Seems insignificant, doesn't it?
Remember the previous cycle: DOGE hit a $90B market cap, SHIBA soared to around $45B... So yeah I'm bullish AF!
I think we are about to enter a Meme Super Cycle, we have Hedge Funds already jumping into Meme coins Bloomberg article
Projects like $WEN and $BONK have serious potential this time around; they're more than just meme coins. Plus, from my chat with the team yesterday, I know there's a slew of launches, major partnerships, listings, and appearances at significant events in the pipeline... So, brace yourselves!
Use this tool to project potential gains: https://marketcapof.com/ You can see the possible gains if we were to reach the all-time high (ATH) or current price of certain coins. It's funny to see that if we were to hit SHIBA's ATH, we'd make a whopping 460x... That's a 46000% increase! Just imagine!
Now it's your turn to comment: WUT IF...

This is a very complicated and complex situation and idk what to do. Key word: For. She’s willing to put me behind bars for this 20 year old fucking boy to get his fucking satisfaction. My Nmom has always chosen men over her family so there’s def some sort of daddy issues going on and im not suprised to see her teaming up with my nex to our me behind bars. I don’t even know why she would HELP him. My own mother. Assisting a man who’s abused me for the last 5 decades of my life, after knowing all of the things he’s said and done to me, after seeing me cry in pain from the pain HE caused me. He basically painted a picture of me being the bad guy claiming he “fears for his life.” And coming to my Nmom for “help.” When all he wants to do is to ruin my life, thats what he was always after. Theyre both narcissists I automatically loose. I don’t have a real mother. I was just born to a narcissist who pretends to be a mother and will throw me under the bus if she doesn’t get what she wants, attention. My nex is giving my Nmom attention and supply, she doesn’t care who gives it but he’s giving it and which is why she defends HIM over me. She’s chooses his side over me.
She’s willing to work with my abusive nex into bringing me down. My nex has always spited me, he was always jealous of me. My Nmom has only treated me as such if it meant she got what she wanted or didn’t. I’m their target. The worst thing about this is despite my exs covert abuse my Nmom can’t see it. She don’t even see abuse as abuse, she most likely believes I deserved the abuse from my ex in some way because I “did something wrong” because that’s how she sees her abuse towards me. Its absolutely fucked it. Here’s the terrible thing, my nex is a womanizer, plays around with dozens of women and has sex with hundreds. He doesn’t care who it is but he will persue it and i’m sure he would try to mingle with my Nmom in some type of way to hurt me or because of his own selfish nasty desire. And my Nmom being the cold hearted selfish person she is, I wouldn’t find it a shock for her to mingle with my nex too despite them being 30 years apart. My Nmom and nex would rub in my face that they “mingled.” In an effort to hurt me. She would shamelessly flirt with my nex instead of rejecting his effort because my Nmom is selfish and lonely. My Nmom type of mother to hook up with their daughters boyfriend and I wouldn’t be suprised if she was sexting with him.
Now that we got that out of the way here’s some context, i was in this long winded situationship with this guy who was toxic and abusive to me, in turn I became suffered from reactive abuse. I’ve said some mean things and didn’t hold back. I’m a person who wishes death to those who’s wronged me. I ofc stupidly made my wishes and desires very clear to my ex during a fight. I don’t necessarily beleive wishing a person death is abuse/a threat if they were the one who treated you wrong in the first place? But it’s still wrong nontheless and I essentially lost control of my emotions, let too much slip out. Safe to say I lost my ever loving mind and I will say 50% of it is pain from the pain my nparents had caused me. Based on my knowledge of knowing how they operate he wasn’t anything different compared to them. I’ve had entire fantasies of my ex dying…I told him (alll of it.) 😅🤦‍♀️ I was filled with so much anger and sadness and dispair because of him. I believed nothing would’ve been better but him off this planet yk?
I feel like wishing the demises of your abuser is somewhat/ or quite normal because these people did the most inhumane thing to us which we don’t deserve. I see narcissists as the scum from the bottom of my shoe so i beleive they should be treated as such. It’s as simple as that, also due to the fact that narcissists are most likely a product of their environment I said some things about their family as well as they were racist to me. I fucking hate racists. I had a lot to say to sum it up. His family and himself were disgusting people and yes I’ll be going to therapy. Anywho, he bullied me for years and I’ll admit it’s immature on my part to blow up. If anything he was trying to get me to react and create a “case” against me. I wanted the absolute worst for him, no crazy painful insane death, just death to him and his family. I was hurting, I was in pain and the only way I could react was by telling the very person who hurt me that I wish they where dead and I’d do it myself. NOT WISE AT ALL. I OBVIOUSLY I wasn’t going to actually commit a crime but I still said it regardless. sigh. I will be going to therapy because of this. In short, my nex threatened he will use what I said against me to get me arrested and he wants nothing to do with me because i’m crazy. He’s even admitted to me he knows what he’s doing and knows he’s toxic but doesn’t intend to changed he knows he mistreats me yet acts shocked when I want him byebye. I’m honesty scared of this man. He was able to manipulate the situation and come out as victim just for my Nmom to take his side, believe him and form alliances. If I was the mother I would’ve saw the signs and knew my daughter was reacting from the action. She takes whatever side benefits her.
I have nothing to benefit me legally because my nex has all the proof. His abuse is very covert and hidden , you’d have to read between the lines and know what to look for. He’s very crafty about how he abuses me to not leave a trail so i’m loosing at this one. My nex told me he wasn’t actually going to call the cops but he is advised to do it, he only did it to scare me. I’m not sure but i’m guessing into submission? I wish he didn’t get my Nmom into it cuz she’s having a hay day with the potential of getting rid of me simply because she’s not getting her way within the family. She never wanted what was best for me, she wasn’t the mother who was happy to see me walk across that stage for graduation, she was the mother who secretly wished her children to experience the worst things.
I honestly think going byebye myself is the better alternative.

Please refrain from commenting "move on", "don't look at what they're doing", "don't take them back" type of answers. I already heard it enough and i'm already focusing on myself a lot and improving in many aspects of life, i'm just curious what could be the outcome of the current situation. :)
My ex girlfriend of almost two years broke up with me at the end of February. She said that she needed to focus on her mental well being, and that I didn't treat her well enough, but all of that was just a cover-up for her to start dating a new guy. I had a strong feeling that this is going to be a rebound relationship, and looking into her attachment type, it further confirmed it (anxious preoccupied).
Unfortunately I begged her to stay for around one or two weeks before going into NC, but she texted me a week later because she was coming over for her stuff. We handed over eachother's belongings, and kept the conversation alive through chat (medium distance relationship). She told me during the meet that her and the guy had an arguement and they aren't talking anymore. We were texting, facetiming, etc. for around 2 weeks, but all of a sudden she turned cold and distant, and ultimately disappearing. During the talking time she basically said that she isn't ruling out us getting back together, time will tell what happens. Through mutual friends I found out that her and the other guy talked things through and resumed dating. From this point on every information I know is a secret in terms of, "I shouldn't know about it but my friends tell me anyway".
As time passed we have been in NC from the start of April up to this day. A few days ago my friend told me that her and the guy had another big arguement and it is serious this time, she is never giving him another chance. My friend also told me that she is asking about how i am, but also adding that she doesn't want anything from me.
I do know that she is stalking me but I didn't think much of it because most of her "stalking" activities were on Tiktok (liking my reposts, rewatching my videos), but a few weeks ago I saw that she liked one of my workouts on Strava (app which I use to log my workouts, we both downloaded it when we were together cause we did several activities together) which I find a bit of a reach since she had no other reason to be on that app, other then looking at what i'm doing.
My question is: what could all of this mean? Sure maybe she really doesn't want anything from me, but on the other hand I feel like she is somewhat reevaluating her options. It also looks almost too desperate of her to keep highlighting that she doesn't want everything from me. Since she is only talking to our mutual friends and she asks them to not share any information with me, I see no reason for her to keep telling them that, or she would simply not care/ask about me in the first place if she truly didn't wants anything from me.

I had an open myomectomy on April 26th (3 weeks ago). I was told by my doctor that an open procedure was better because she couldn't feel what she was doing using the laparoscopic method. Two days after the procedure I started bleeding vaginally and it finally just stopped on the 12th. The reason was never explained to me by my doctor after I told her so I don't know if it was from the procedure or a period and my birth control did nothing to stop it so I'm at a loss there. Either way, I went to the doctor on the 15th of May and was told that I was healing nicely by the nurse who checked me out. I was originally there to see my doctor, but I guess she sent the nurse to check my sutures instead because I got the go ahead from her.
Well, today I just noticed a tiny amount of pink blood when I went to the bathroom.You have to wipe to find it, but it's there. It's never pink, so that certainly caught my eye.
I have to be honest, I did feel aroused yesterday when I woke up. First time I've felt that sensation at all since the surgery so I was certainly surprised. I've been in too much pain since the procedure for my body to do anything besides hurt, especially since I had complications with my surgery that landed me back in the ER immediately after coming home for an extra week (My doctor sent me home without having a bowel movement first and I wasn't given anything at the hospital for gass and I supposidly developed something called an Ileus which progressed to kidney issues, severe vomiting and dehydration, and a complete loss of appetite. I was put on a no food order for 3 days which was torture.)
I'm not sexually active at all so I haven't engaged in any type of penetrate intercourse and wouldn't as I know that isn't advised from trying to find out more info online, so I know that isn't the issue since I didn't do that, but I don't know about how external stimulation could effect things (non penetrative masturbation or just generally being aroused). My doctor didn't tell me anything about, well, any of that at all in regards to what isn't and is fine to do. She said I can't lift anything over 10 pounds and to call her if the sutures bleed, but that's the only cautionary info I've been given. At any point. The rest I've found on this Reddit. But upon looking online I thought that might be the issue since I've heard people here before say that just having blood rush down there can cause spotting because it changes the shape of your muscles? Sorry if that's not the correct way to word that. That's just my general understanding of what I read.
I'm not in any kind of pain or anything, but I just wanted to know if anyone else has experienced anything like this. Should I be concerned?
Also, sorry if this confusing to read. It's 6 am here and my brain is struggling to work fully. I can't go to sleep but I'm not all the way awake, either.

I'm on mobile and English is my second language. I think I just need to vent and I don't really have anyone irl to talk to so I'm writing here, because sometimes it's easier to tell strangers.
So I've recently moved into my own place for the first time ever. Up until January, I lived at home. I'm 30 years old and never really had to take care of myself the way you have to when you're on your own, my parents needed to eat so they made food for me to, the laundry was gonna get done anyway so they washed my things to etc.
Obviously I helped, but it wasn't like up to me to get stuff done. Now it is, and I'm discovering that I have a very difficult time getting things done. I had dishes piled up in the sink for weeks, cleaning if a fork every now and then to have something to eat with. My dad came by one day when I wasn't home and did all the dishes for me, I felt so embarrassed. Grateful, but embarrassed. I'm a 30 year old woman, I should be able to do stuff on my own, but it's like there is this wall in my brain that's just like "No".
I have no trouble doing tasks that is given to me at the unemployment thing (we have different programmes, I'm in one right now, I've had to do administrative stuff, I glued a book together and done some create jobs as well, they are testing what you're good at to help you find a job), but when I come home, it's like my brain stops functioning. I have medical conditions and depression that makes me extra tired, but I feel like doing the dishes shouldn't be as hard as it is. Well it's not just the dishes, it's the cooking as well, and cleaning. The laundry is a little troublesome to, because I have to go down to the washroom and book a time, but once I finally get of my arse and do that, I'm very good at keeping that appointment, and I usually stay in the laundry room, reading a book while I wait between the loads. Then I just never unpack the laundry when I get back up though and pick outfits from the bags until it's time to do the washing again...
But the other chores, it's like my brain is just "No". One plate in the sink brain: "No, that's not enough to stand there and wash up, waste of water", five plates brain: "Oh no, now there is too much and we are overwhelmed by the size of the task". It's just a few dishes in the sink but still no.
I was thinking of getting a bench dishwasher to like make it easier for me, because then I could load that and start it when it was full, but a friend kind of mocked me and said I was just making excuses.
And I feel like I am to, but I just can't seem to get over this wall in my brain, so I just waste hours playing video games. I mean sure, I'm having fun, but I need to take care of things, yet I feel like I just can't. And as a 30 year old, it really makes me feel as a failure.
I know it's just been a few months and maybe I need more time to adjust to having my own household, but I kinda feel like I should have gotten in order by now. Yet, if it wasn't for the fact that I have to go to this unemployment thing almost every day, I probably would forget to shower regularly and I definitely wouldn't be brushing my teeth on a daily basis. Or eat. Which I need to because I just got diagnosed with diabetes 2 on top of everything else.
Like I said, I think I just needed to vent. I feel like I can't really talk about these things with the people in my life because, well as I mentioned, one friend kinda mocked me, the other is super busy with school, family and work and my dad, well... He's a bit of an old school guy, so he's not much of a talker.. I'm very grateful though to him for helping me with the chores, but again, I'm 30... My dad shouldn't have to come over and do my dishes...
Anyway, gonna go take some deep breaths and stop feeling sorry for myself.
If anyone has the patience to read, thank you! You all have a great day.

So I found out I was dealing with GERDs some time around 2016 when I was having what I can describe as stomach pains/burning that felt like they went up to my esophagus, that sometimes made it difficult to breathe (not like life threatening but if I breathed wrong then...) and how I felt like I was on the verge of throwing up. I was directed towards Omeprazole to get a handle on it but was warned that it risks the chance of cancer. I considered the options but eventually ended up taking over the counter omeprazole cuz I just couldn't handle the uncomfortable-ness of it.
Only got an official diagnosis after 2019 due to the COVID-19 pandemic opening up the availability of healthcare to more individuals like myself (I had state insurance and was told I was supposed to have it until 26 but then complications with ObamaCare happened that dropped it down to 18.), where up to this point I had not seen a doctor since sometime before 2014 and coming from the backwaters did I have no education on how Healthcare works.
From then I've started noticing more such as when I have GERDs and miss a dose, I suffer from diarrhea and upchucks that rarely do I accidentally inhale. During my sleep when this happens is the worst, it feels like I'm suffocating even after I've cleared it up because its still made some entry into my lungs entryways in which it feels like I still need to clear my throat to remove the bile when its not there, but its acidity damaged it. There's been more emphasis on nausea too.
Now here's where I get to the reason I made this post, because after dealing with some pretty bad relationships where stress caused my mental health to degrade and neglect taking my medicine, I'm finally back on the up and up and have been making sure to take my upgraded dose of 40mg (20mg twice a day or as needed).
So far, things were fine. Until half an hour ago I woke up with the same feeling of upchucking in my sleep and while I didn't go into suffocation, its still made its way into the entryway of my lungs and burns like the dickens. I've been doing some of my housemade remedies such as milk, peanut butter, some bread or cookie with combination of said two, steaming my passageways with a hot shower. All of this when water wont wash it away.
I've started getting back on it about two days ago so maybe its just my body taking time to readjust considering a good gap I've taken what little omeprazole I had left probably once every 4-5 days. (Providers changed and so did my drugstore when I moved, Walgreens still sucks.) So without any refills available at the moment, I had to take when it was truly bad that I couldn't handle it anymore. But I'd think considering I took 40mg yesterday that would be good, so why am I upchucking in my sleep still???
That's why I came to here, cuz it seems like there's quite a few posts where people have more things going on than just GERDs. I wanna gather some information to bring to my provider to see what we can do.
Anything helps, thanks

Me 46f has been feeling very low for the last few months o have recently moved after being in homeless hostel. My partner wasn’t there with me. We have children together and he often complains I don’t do anything. Ve tried talking to him about how kids are clingy their young toddlers I do try and do most housework and keep everyone happy but I’m losing myself in the process. My partner keeps saying how fat I am and how lazy I am etc ( he doesn’t work). it’s not that I’m losing interest o really do like sex but it’s finding the time I also have a teenager living with us . I have the toddler’s 100% of the time and am waking up at sometimes 4 am I start by sweeping the floors then do their personal care and breakfast etc then they want constant attention.. in between I try doing the washing and cleaning kitchen.. but whatever I do is never good enough.. I love my family with all of my heart and really don’t want to separate everyone.. we used to have sex nearly every night but it’s getting to the point where we’re lucky to have it once a week again I like sex but I often fall asleep with the babies and he doesn’t come to bed until 2-3 am . He thinks I’m losing interest when I’m not I’ve tried talking to him about how I feel but it always gets turned back to me. He says if I’m not interested then he’s going to get it somewhere else.. I’m at a loss at what I should do or say . I’m always walking on eggshells and constantly trying to keep him and the kids happy.. every time I cook something there’s always something wrong.. every time I do anything I’ve done it wrong I really don’t know how much more I can take.. I seriously don’t want to be here in this life anymore and can’t stop thinking everyone will be happier without me! I don’t know why I’ve posted on here I just need to vent I suppose!

31 F. No medical hx. No meds.
I’ve had upper left shoulder back pain for a few years now. It wakes me up out of my sleep sometimes and I literally just roll around in pain until ibuprofen kicks in so I can fall back asleep. Sometimes it keeps me up for hours. The pain is an crampy ache, like I desperately need my back cracked. When this pain occurs I notice the lymph node on the back of my neck to the left gets big and hard. It’s in between the size of a dime and Nickel. When the pain goes away, the lymph node goes down in size but is still palpable.
Initially, I brought up this lymph node to my PCP. Had an ultrasound and neck CT done with contrast that showed I had multiple other lymph nodes in my neck that were large but not of concerning enough size. I had that specific lymph node biopsied and they got more fat than actual lymph node but the small sample they got seemed normal. Labs seemed normal outside of a mildly elevated ESR. They recommended me getting another biopsy if the lymph node was still there in 3 months. Well, three months later it was still there obviously since it’s been there for years but didn’t grow in size so the doctor didn’t want to do another biopsy and said it would probably go away in time.
It’s never gone away. The pain still comes and goes and I have no idea what to do about it. Curious to see if anyone has had a similar issue? Ibuprofen 800 helps a little and so does icy hot. I was prescribed flexeril but all it does is make me sleepy and does absolutely nothing for the back pain. In fact , I feel like it makes it worse. I feel like my pain is dismissed and I’m miserable when the pain starts.
Any advice ?

This is probably a bit more tame? Than some of the things on here? But I really need help with it and don't know what to do.
I'll refer to my sister as K and her friend as J. They're currently in the younger years of high school (in Australia, not sure how different it is).
In primary school K had a good group of friends while I, because of my social anxiety crap, had a less great group, but our roles have kind of switched now. There's quite a few girls in her year that she knows decently and could probably be friends with, but after a few inevitable friendship dramas that always happen around her age, she ended up alone for a while.
My mother (wonderful person by the way) wanted to help her make friends again and suggested she talk to J, who like me when I was K's age, was pretty quiet in class and didn't seem to have any friends. K actually ended up talking to her and becoming her friend, but it hasn't gone very well. While I still manage to joke around and have fun with my friends despite my lack of social skills J is, as she's been described to me, significantly more boring and hardly talks. While this isn't a problem on its own, it's made K extremely bored in school, and she hasn't gotten to actually talk to anyone properly in a while. On top of this, all the other girls in her year, who she could probably try to be friends with, don't interact with her at all now since she's become friends with J, who they all seemed to avoid previously.
She doesn't want to just leave J for the other girls, though, as J is very clingy and doesn't have anyone else.
K hasn't been doing well. Whenever we ask about her day, she just says it was boring. She's seemed a lot more depressed and bored than she ever was before, and very lonely. We are worried for her mental health, and struggle to get much out of her about any of this beyond what I've already mentioned. She's also asked to homeschool a lot.
Our mother is concerned but more than willing to let her homeschool, but she thinks that this will just make it harder for her to talk to people and make friends. In the brief period of time I personally homeschooled I was part of a group of other homeschooled kids for science classes, and made a good friend with a shared interest of writing. I suggested K join a club or some other social thing while homeschooling to socialize, but she doesn't have any obvious interests or hobbies which makes finding something a lot harder, and has dropped all extracurricular activities for various different reasons, like her dance and music. I'm not sure if she was really that into either of them from a start, but it gave her some way to get to know people, which is gone now.
I'm planning on properly trying to talk to her about this later, but I'm not sure if it'll be that productive.
What do I do? How can we help her? What advice can we give?

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Pure rage. That's what boiled inside him. Maximillian had gotten angry over nothing. And then he had dared to touch Ejder. Dared to threaten him.
Ejder had gone and let off steam. He thought he was fine after.
The next day, he sparred with Maximillian’s centaur friend. She had put up a good fight, but then she decided to restrain him. That was the mistake. The pure rage and desperation within had opened his body to dark influences. When the Centaur's attack blew him up, it shredded his physical form, and left a shadowy figure. Ejder had been gone, non-existent for this this part, but had heard what happened.
The Shepherd. The Shepherd had taken over. Played itself off as the good guy. Claimed to be helping Ejder. The Crimson Paragons blasted him. Just before the attack hit, the Shepherd blew itself up.
Afterwards, Zeroth’s systems revived him. But he hid. He didn't go out to apologize, or to ask questions, or even to explain himself to the centaur whom he had seemingly dishonored his duel against. He hid inside a closet. He didn't even know where. He didn't have a home on Zeroth. But he refused to leave this closet, even when Ember begged. He didn’t feel safe. He didn't feel like anyone around him would be safe.
Something felt odd, though. Something within him. His soul felt strange, as if something foreign was reaching in.
He sighed. “Merciful One, Tamara, hear my words. Please show me my soul.”
Almost instantly, he found his mind in the goddess’s domain. In between him and Tamara’s large, draconic form, was the familiar map of his soul.
“You wish to see?” Tamara asks with a smile. “It hasn't been long, you think anything has changed?”
“Something has, Your Mercy.” Ejder approaches the image. He quickly recognizes His soul and Ember's, with Tamara's soul shard sandwiched between, and the Shepherd’s orbiting a distance away. However, dark tendrils reached from the Shepherd’s black soul to the others.
“It's taking over, isn't it?” Ejder asked Tamara.
“It's trying. Do not let it. I'm trying to help.”
Tamara reaches out, using a claw to pull the dark tendrils aside, revealing something nestled into the valley between Ejder and Ember’s souls. It was a soul, but shaped like a seed. It had a single root-like structure sticking out into The Fire between the souls, and another stalk-like one rising from the top, both tiny.
“It will grow, and it will help you. For now, hold out against the dark. Don't let it take over. Not even against those you hate.”
Ejder snapped back to himself in the closet he was hiding in before.
“Hey, meatbag!” Came Ember's voice next to him. He looked over to see the little dragon’s projection sitting on his shoulder. “Are you ready to come out yet?”
“Not now, Ember. I need to think.”
“You can think while we walk! Come on! You can’t hide forever! Everyone needs to know you're okay!” Ember flings the closet door open and tries to push Ejder out. She then resorts to a force spell to launch him out.
“Great Mercy, Ember, did you have to-”
“Come on! No time!”
As Ejder followed her, he couldn't help but wonder just why that seed-like soul was within his. Had Tamara put it there? What was it going to do? Would it help? Would it just exist?
As he followed Ember, he heard a single word in his mind.
”Help…”
/uw Late night post for me. Legitimately have nothing to say here. Constructive feedback is welcome, if anyone has the time or care.

So graduation is coming up and I’m thinking if I should get a 7 string guitar or Michael Amott’s signature dean tyrant bloodshot. So far I haven’t really seen any 7 string guitar that’s around nf the $300-$350 price range that interested me. Harley benton doesn’t really click with me so it’s not an option I’m considering and so does the jackson ones. With that said, I’d like to ask for recommendations on any good budget 7 string guitar. And what do you guys think is the more worth purchase between a 7 string and the Michael Amott signature guitar?

I got so much great advice here leading up to my abortion and want to provide some insight now that I have been through the process.
I had a surgical abortion at Everywoman’s Health in Vancouver. The staff including the counsellor, nurses, and doctor were all caring, supportive, and took my pretty severe anxiety seriously.
I was incredibly scared and could not stop crying. I had never had a surgery or any kind of invasive procedure before and was terrified of the possible pain.
First, I spoke to the counsellor about the procedure, my fears and state of mind, and birth control options. I decided to get a prescription for the pill. She also suggested to my nurse to give me Ativan prior to my procedure as she could tell how scared and anxious I was.
I then changed and a nurse took my medical history, measured my blood pressure, and provided me with some medication: Ativan, antibiotics, and ibuprofen. She was very caring and kept checking in on me.
I waited for maybe 30 minutes, then another nurse brought me into the OR. She walked me through the process and took my anxiety equally seriously, assuring me they’d give me more fentanyl for pain if needed. I was allowed to bring in my phone to distract myself but didn’t actually ever look at it.
The doctor came and and answered any questions I had. She asked if I was ready, took a pap test, then asked the nurse to start the fentanyl. It kicked in immediately - I looked up at the ceiling and saw all the tiles moving around 😁 I did not feel the numbing of the cervix. When she did the actual aspiration, the nurse put her hand on my belly for comfort. I only felt some light cramping, nothing else. It was over in what felt like 1 minute. I did not feel scared during the procedure. I even asked after if she numbed my cervix with a needle because I had not felt anything.
The nurse then helped me put on my underwear and brought me into the recovery room. After maybe 10 minutes they asked me to check my bleeding at the washroom, which I had none. I stayed there for another 20-30 minutes feeling pretty loopy. The kind counsellor checked in on me as well. Some memories are a bit vague as I was still pretty high on fentanyl but nurses checked on me regularly and made sure I was ok.
My partner picked me up. All in all, I was there for about 3 hours. I took a big nap, had some food, and have just been resting. I’ve had some spotting and pretty minor cramping. I’m expecting it to pick up over the next few days.
I hope this report is helpful to anyone who is equally scared as I was. While nobody can guarantee your experience will be equally smooth, I hope this is a bit encouraging to read.
Good luck!

Concerned about my relationship.
So this is my first relationship with someone, and I am very concerned we have time differences and we used to talk on the phone together all time and I am worried he doesn't want to be with me anymore and I know I am clingy. But as I write this message I'm concerned he's not either in a good place right now with me and he won't talk to me about it despite telling him that if something is wrong please let's talk it out and discuss the issue. His timezone is 5 hrs behind mine and I recently left my job for personal reasons and I am still in school but we have only text chatted the last four days and we used to voice chat. I know he's super busy and I am very clingy but I am starting to get the sense he's not really into me anymore. I genuinely love the guy, and I want to meet him in person but I don't know if something is wrong I am on the autism spectrum so relationships have always been hard for me to intiate, and this is my first one and I am so upset right now and concerned he's not happy about something and won't talk to me. I understand the distance prospective but I can sense something isn't right here. I can't get ahold of him and he just leaves very little responses now like saying busy day at work and I am concerned he doesn't want to be with me anymore and hes not willing to talk it out.
Anyways I need some advice because if I need to end it I will but I don't want to be toyed around like this. But I want to know what's going on with this.
BTW this is a same sex relationship as a male with another male if that matters
Please help any help would be appreciated
Thanks!