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Great night so far cashed #1 top play, and cashed 3 umpire overs tonight, lost one (Philly game) by 1 run. Now 15-2 on Umpire Overs. Congrats to all those who tailed.
Anyone tailed these tonight and cashed big? Let me know!
Thank you in advance to those who say thanks and tip when they hit.
MLB=8-2 (Cash #1 top play/6-1 Top plays)
NBA=
MLB=7-9 Mon/13-6 Sun/11-9 Sat/13-8 Sat (Cash#1/7 Top) Thurs/(Cash #1)/12-10 Wed (6-5 top)/11-10 Tues (Cash #1)/9-8 Mon/11-12 Sun (Cash #!)/11-11 Sat (Cash top 2)/12-11 Fri (7-4 Top)/4-7 Thurs/11-10 Wed/11-9 Tues (Cash Top 5)/12-5 Mon (7-1 Top)/10-12 Sun/13-8 Sat (7-3 Top)/5-14 Fri/5-4 Thurs/13-8 Wed (Cash top 6 straight/12-10 Tues (Cash #1)/8-8 Mon (6-3 Top)/7-12 Sun (6-4 Top)/13-9 Sat (6-4 Top)/9-9 Fri (5-4 Top)/7-5 Thurs/14-6 Wed (9-2 TOP)/15-8 Sun (9-3 Top plays)/
533-451 YTD/ (283-216 Top plays)
*All plays are standard bets unless adorned with a star. Those adorned with a star are TOP Plays.*Top plays are listed in order of strength.
âď¸ď¸Brewers-130-W
âď¸Orioles-134
âď¸Dodgers-1-115
âď¸Tampa-130-L
âď¸Royals-106-W
âď¸Cubs+115
âď¸Phillies-1-109-W
âď¸Rockies+122
âď¸Yanks-145
âď¸Minnesota/Washington Over 8-120 (See writeup)-W
âď¸Mutts/Guardians Over 9-115 (See writeup)-W
âď¸San Fran/Pitts Over 8-120 (See Writeup)-W
âď¸Chicago/Toronto Over 7-114
Guardians-117-W
Padres-112
Giants-125
Toronto-1-110
Astros-1-140
Nationals+2-130
Rangers/Phils Over 8-115-L (lose by a run)
Yanks/Mariners Over 7.5-115-W
Orioles/Cards Over 8.5-120
Braves/Cubs over 11-115
NBA=1-2 Sun/0-2 Sat/2-0 Fri/0-3 Thurs/2-3 Wed/3-1 Tues (2-0 top plays)/1-3 Mon (1-1 Top)/2-2 Sun/2-3 Sat/1-4 Fri (1-1 Top)/1-2 Thurs/1-1 Wed/3-1 Tues (2-0 Top)/2-2mon (2-0 Top)/2-0 Sun/1-1 Sat(Cash #1 top)/3-0 Fri/3-1 Thurs/2-2 Wed/1-4 Tues/3-3 Mon (Cash #1)/5-3 Sun (4-1 Top)/5-2 Sat (3-0 Top)/4-2 Fri/5-0 Thurs/2-3 Wed/2-4 Tues/3-5 Mon/2-4 Sun/3-3 Sat (Cash top 2)/6-3 Wed/10-5 Tues (4-2 Top)/7-7 Sun (Cash top 2)/5-2 Sat (3-0 Top)/7-2 Mon (5-0 Top)/7-4 Sun (Cash 3/4 Top))/6-3 Sun (Cash 2 top)/6-5 Sat (Cash 3/4 Top)/7-3 Tues (Cash 3/4 Top)/9-4 Wed (Cash 3/4 Top)/7-3 Thurs (Cash 3/4 top)/10-2 Wed/6-2 Mon/7-1 mon/5-2 Wed (Cash 2/3 top plays)/4-1 Mon (cash 3/4 top plays)/796-714 YTD
âď¸Indiana/Boston Over 220.5-115
Boston-9.5-115
NHL=1-0 Mon/1-0 Sat/2-1 Fri (2-0 Top)/2-2 (Cash #1)/0-1 Wed/1-3 Tues (1-1 Top)/0-3-1 Mon/0-2-1 Sun/1-2 Sat/2-1 Fri/1-2 Thurs (Cash #1)/2-1 Wed/1-2 Tues/0-1 Mon/2-1 Sun/1-0 Sat/0-3 Fri/0-1 Thurs/2-1 Wed/2-4 Tues/2-1 Mon/4-2 Sun (2-1 Top)/1-4 Sat (Cash #1)/3-3 Fri (2-1 Top)/4-1 Sun (Cash top 2)/3-0 Sat/4-3 Thurs/5-1 Sun/4-2 Friday (2-1 Top)/6-1 Fri/6-3 Thurs (3-1 Top)/4-2 Wed (2/3 Top)/5-3 Tues (Cash #1)/6-0 SUN/8-4 Sat/2-0 Fri/5-1 Sun (Cash 2/2 Top)/7-4 Sat (Cash 3 Top)/7-4 Thurs (Cash 3/4 Top plays)/4-1 Wed (3-0 Top)/6-3 Tues (Cash top 2 plays)/7-2 Sat/4-0 Fri/7-5 Sat/4-2 Friday/6-0 Sun/6-5 Sat/3-1 Fri/3-1 Wed/4-2 Tues/2-1 Sun/11-0 Sat/670-645 YTD
My picks/analysis/answering questions is and will remain free- but if youâve been crushing the books with me, would you consider a tip for my time and effort? (and keep wife off back ha!)
As always Tips are NEVER expected but GREATLY appreciated to the newborn diaper fund/medical bills for wife.
Venmo=@ECU03 (LAST 4 DIGITS IF IT ASKS=5029)
PayPal=@superbae
Cashapp=$Alew1980
Great night so far cashed #1 top play, and cashed 3 umpire overs tonight, lost one (Philly game) by 1 run. Now 15-2 on Umpire Overs. Congrats to all those who tailed.
Anyone tailed these tonight and cashed big? Let me know!
Thank you in advance to those who say thanks and tip when they hit.
MLB=8-2 (Cash #1 top play/6-1 Top plays)
NBA=
MLB=7-9 Mon/13-6 Sun/11-9 Sat/13-8 Sat (Cash#1/7 Top) Thurs/(Cash #1)/12-10 Wed (6-5 top)/11-10 Tues (Cash #1)/9-8 Mon/11-12 Sun (Cash #!)/11-11 Sat (Cash top 2)/12-11 Fri (7-4 Top)/4-7 Thurs/11-10 Wed/11-9 Tues (Cash Top 5)/12-5 Mon (7-1 Top)/10-12 Sun/13-8 Sat (7-3 Top)/5-14 Fri/5-4 Thurs/13-8 Wed (Cash top 6 straight/12-10 Tues (Cash #1)/8-8 Mon (6-3 Top)/7-12 Sun (6-4 Top)/13-9 Sat (6-4 Top)/9-9 Fri (5-4 Top)/7-5 Thurs/14-6 Wed (9-2 TOP)/15-8 Sun (9-3 Top plays)/
533-451 YTD/ (283-216 Top plays)
*All plays are standard bets unless adorned with a star. Those adorned with a star are TOP Plays.*Top plays are listed in order of strength.
âď¸ď¸Brewers-130-W
âď¸Orioles-134
âď¸Dodgers-1-115
âď¸Tampa-130-L
âď¸Royals-106-W
âď¸Cubs+115
âď¸Phillies-1-109-W
âď¸Rockies+122
âď¸Yanks-145
âď¸Minnesota/Washington Over 8-120 (See writeup)-W
âď¸Mutts/Guardians Over 9-115 (See writeup)-W
âď¸San Fran/Pitts Over 8-120 (See Writeup)-W
âď¸Chicago/Toronto Over 7-114
Guardians-117-W
Padres-112
Giants-125
Toronto-1-110
Astros-1-140
Nationals+2-130
Rangers/Phils Over 8-115-L (lose by a run)
Yanks/Mariners Over 7.5-115-W
Orioles/Cards Over 8.5-120
Braves/Cubs over 11-115
NBA=1-2 Sun/0-2 Sat/2-0 Fri/0-3 Thurs/2-3 Wed/3-1 Tues (2-0 top plays)/1-3 Mon (1-1 Top)/2-2 Sun/2-3 Sat/1-4 Fri (1-1 Top)/1-2 Thurs/1-1 Wed/3-1 Tues (2-0 Top)/2-2mon (2-0 Top)/2-0 Sun/1-1 Sat(Cash #1 top)/3-0 Fri/3-1 Thurs/2-2 Wed/1-4 Tues/3-3 Mon (Cash #1)/5-3 Sun (4-1 Top)/5-2 Sat (3-0 Top)/4-2 Fri/5-0 Thurs/2-3 Wed/2-4 Tues/3-5 Mon/2-4 Sun/3-3 Sat (Cash top 2)/6-3 Wed/10-5 Tues (4-2 Top)/7-7 Sun (Cash top 2)/5-2 Sat (3-0 Top)/7-2 Mon (5-0 Top)/7-4 Sun (Cash 3/4 Top))/6-3 Sun (Cash 2 top)/6-5 Sat (Cash 3/4 Top)/7-3 Tues (Cash 3/4 Top)/9-4 Wed (Cash 3/4 Top)/7-3 Thurs (Cash 3/4 top)/10-2 Wed/6-2 Mon/7-1 mon/5-2 Wed (Cash 2/3 top plays)/4-1 Mon (cash 3/4 top plays)/796-714 YTD
âď¸Indiana/Boston Over 220.5-115
Boston-9.5-115
NHL=1-0 Mon/1-0 Sat/2-1 Fri (2-0 Top)/2-2 (Cash #1)/0-1 Wed/1-3 Tues (1-1 Top)/0-3-1 Mon/0-2-1 Sun/1-2 Sat/2-1 Fri/1-2 Thurs (Cash #1)/2-1 Wed/1-2 Tues/0-1 Mon/2-1 Sun/1-0 Sat/0-3 Fri/0-1 Thurs/2-1 Wed/2-4 Tues/2-1 Mon/4-2 Sun (2-1 Top)/1-4 Sat (Cash #1)/3-3 Fri (2-1 Top)/4-1 Sun (Cash top 2)/3-0 Sat/4-3 Thurs/5-1 Sun/4-2 Friday (2-1 Top)/6-1 Fri/6-3 Thurs (3-1 Top)/4-2 Wed (2/3 Top)/5-3 Tues (Cash #1)/6-0 SUN/8-4 Sat/2-0 Fri/5-1 Sun (Cash 2/2 Top)/7-4 Sat (Cash 3 Top)/7-4 Thurs (Cash 3/4 Top plays)/4-1 Wed (3-0 Top)/6-3 Tues (Cash top 2 plays)/7-2 Sat/4-0 Fri/7-5 Sat/4-2 Friday/6-0 Sun/6-5 Sat/3-1 Fri/3-1 Wed/4-2 Tues/2-1 Sun/11-0 Sat/670-645 YTD
My picks/analysis/answering questions is and will remain free- but if youâve been crushing the books with me, would you consider a tip for my time and effort? (and keep wife off back ha!)
As always Tips are NEVER expected but GREATLY appreciated to the newborn diaper fund/medical bills for wife.
Venmo=@ECU03 (LAST 4 DIGITS IF IT ASKS=5029)
PayPal=@superbae
Cashapp=$Alew1980
At the worldâs top college of magic and technology, every day brings a new discovery -and a new disaster. The advanced experiments of the college students tend to be both ambitious and apocalyptic, with the end of the world only prevented by a mysterious time loop, and a small handful of students who retain their memories. Surviving the loops was hard enough, but now, in his senior year, Vell Harlan must take charge of them, and deal with the fact that the whole world now knows his secrets. Everyone knows about Vellâs death and resurrection, along with the divine game he is a part of. Now Vell must contend with overly curious scientists and evil billionaires hungry for divine power while the daily doomsday cycle bombards him with terrorists, talking elephants, and the Grim Reaper himself -but if he can endure it all, the Last Goddessâs game promises the ultimate prize: power over life itself. [
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âShould I be worried?â
Why would you be worried?â Kim said. âDean Lichman loves us.â
Dean Lichman had asked the two of them to stop by his office, though his brief message had not said what for. That left Vell to concoct nightmare scenarios in his head.
âHe doesnât love all of us.â
âAlex doesnât count as âusâ,â Kim said. She was a looper in purely a technical sense, mostly due to her own refusal to be a team player. âBesides, sheâs been behaving lately. Sheâs only been an asshole, not an active liability.â
âThat we know of.â
âIf we donât know about it, Dean probably doesnât either,â Kim said. âItâs fine, Vell, he probably just wants to ask us for advice or deal with some problem he has.â
âThatâs not much better,â Vell said. âHow weird would things have to be that the Dean is asking us for help personally?â
âOnly one way to find out,â Kim said. She gestured to the door to the Deanâs office.
Kim entered first, and found it in much the same state as it always was. The desk piled high with paperwork, a small bowl of assorted candies shoved into the corner of the desk, and Dean Lichman behind it, frantically tapping away on a laptop. Vell had not been in this office for several years, and it was vastly different than the last time heâd been here.
âAh, there you are, come in, have a seat,â Dean Lichman said. âUnless youâd rather we have our conversation elsewhere, Vell.â
âWhy would I want that?â
âWell, itâs my understanding you havenât been in this office since my, uh, predecessor,â Dean Lichman said.
âOh, right, the kidnapping,â Vell said. âNo, Iâm good, I donât really get traumatized by things anymore.â
Vell had been killed too many different ways in too many different places to have a functional trauma response. A few days ago heâd gotten his legs chewed off by a vending machine, and still stopped by it to pick up a soda on his way to the office.
âThatâs a very concerning response, Mr. Harlan.â
âYeah. Anyway, what did you need?â
Dean Lichman gestured for the duo to take a seat, and both did so. He folded desiccated hands in front of himself before beginning to speak.
âI would like to ask you two to take a look at an experiment that will be occurring later this week,â Dean Lichman said. âI donât have any reason to believe it poses a threat, but I would like to be assured it is a safe and ethical environment, and, well, you two have a knack for identifying trouble spots.â
âYou could say that,â Kim said. It was more accurate to say that trouble had a way of identifying them -and then leaping at them and ripping their heads off.
âIâd appreciate it if the two of you could simply examine the laboratory and give it your approval, or disapproval, as the case may be,â Dean Lichman said. âThough if youâre too busy, I fully understand.â
âIf you donât think this is dangerous, why are you asking for our help anyway?â
âSimply for my own peace of mind, frankly,â Dean Lichman said. âThe schoolâs policies on animal experimentation are...satisfactory, I suppose, but I do want to take extra precautions when the subject is a creature as smart as an elephant.â
âAn elephant?â
âYes, a resident of a reserve in Thailand,â Dean Lichman said. âAn older elephant by the name of Mae Noi. She has cancer, apparently, and she is submitting to experimental treatment in the hopes it will be useful for younger elephants.â
Kimâs digital face briefly flashed with a facial expression of concerned skepticism.
ââSheâ is submitting to treatment? As in the elephant?â
âYes. Apparently the elephant can talk,â Dean Lichman said. âNo, I donât know how it works, they said it was âmore impressive in personâ.â
âWell now I kind of want to go just to see the talking elephant,â Vell said.
âSame.â
âWell, do try to take a few glances at the experimentâs safety while youâre there,â Dean Lichman said.
âSounds like a plan,â Vell said. âThanks for the heads up.â
âIâll be there too,â Kim said.
âExcellent. Thank you both, and Iâll try not to take up too much of your time,â the Dean said. He then bid them both a polite goodbye and returned to his mountains of paperwork. Vell took a step out of the office and then took a sip from the soda heâd recently retrieved from the evil vending machine.
âSo, what do you think?â
âI think I really do want to see the talking elephant,â Kim said.
âObviously, yeah, we all want to see the talking elephant,â Vell said. âI mean the whole situation. You think the elephant thing is going to be the daily apocalypse for that day?â
âWell, on the one hand, an elephant seems like the kind of thing that would kill us,â Kim said. âBut on the other, I feel like the fact we have advance warning means itâs not going to happen.â
âTrue. The universe probably wouldnât make it that easy for us.â
âYeah, but the elephant thing still feels pretty threatening,â Kim said. âOnly way to find out is to wait a few days, I guess.â
A FEW DAYS LATER âHello you two,â Dean Lichman said. âAnd Hawke.â
âHey,â Hawke said.
âHe also wanted to see the talking elephant,â Kim explained.
âWell, thatâs not a problem, it was an open invitation,â Dean Lichman said.
âThanks. Still, sorry for not saying I was going to show up in advance,â Hawke said. âIt took me a long time to make up my mind whether I was more interested in or afraid of a talking elephant.â
âThey are rather large, arenât they? I suppose that could be intimidating.â
âIâm okay with elephants on their own, itâs the talking part that doesnât sit right with me,â Hawke said. âWhat if the elephant doesnât like me? What if Iâm the first person to ever get insulted by an elephant?â
âYouâre less afraid of getting trampled by an elephant than insulted by one?â
âIâm a little afraid of trampling, but elephants are chill,â Hawke explained. âThey wouldnât attack unless provoked. I kind of feel like one might call me a dipshit unprovoked, though.â
âYou have oddly specifics fears, Mr. Hughes,â Dean Lichman said.
âYeah.â
In spite of those fears, Hawke happily stepped through the door to the zoology lab. It did not take a long time to locate the elephant in the room, as it was a literal elephant. The towering pachyderm was in a makeshift pen in the center of the lab, with an ample supply of food and a strange pedestal in front of her.
âDr. Chanthara,â Dean Lichman said, with a polite wave to one of the researchers in the room. âGood to see you. These are the students I told you about.â
âHm. Nice to meet you,â Dr. Chanthara said. He was, perhaps not unreasonably, skeptical of why three seemingly random students were in charge of a safety inspection. The fact that one of the three was a robot made him even more skeptical.
âHi, nice to meet you too, and, uh, donât mind us,â Vell said. âWe just have an eye for weird things other people might miss.â
âSure. I- wait. Arenât you that kid who got chosen by a god?â
âYeah, thatâs me,â Vell said. âAnd her too, technically.â
Kim shrugged. She didnât care for any extra attention on that point.
âRight,â Chanthara said. He was beginning to see why these students might know their stuff. âI suppose we should start by introducing you to Mae Noi. Say hello, Mae.â
The elephant shifted on her feet and poked her trunk at the wide pedestal in front of her twice.
âHello. Friends,â a synthesized voice droned. Vell stepped a little closer to the pedestal, just enough to see that there were an array of buttons on the side facing Mae Noi.
âOh, itâs kind of like a keyboard,â Vell said. Heâd seen similar things used with dogs, though usually in a much simpler fashion. Mae Noi seemed to have a few dozen buttons at her disposal.
âSmart,â Mae Noi said, with another prod of her trunk.
âWe initially put it into our sanctuary as a bit of a novelty, something elephants could choose to interact with,â Dr. Chanthara explained. âMae Noi took to it a bit better than most. Especially once she found out she could use it to ask for food.â
âFood. Pumpkin. Pumpkin. Pumpkin.â
âNo, Mae, no food until after experiment,â Dr. Chanthara scolded.
âExperiment,â Mae Niko said with a prod. âPumpkin.â
âYes, experiment then pumpkin,â Dr. Chanthara said.
âThatâs not really a talking elephant, is it?â Hawke said.
âItâs more talking than most elephants,â Dr. Chanthara said.
âElephant. Smart,â Mae Niko said. âSmart.â
âYes, uh, right, elephant smart,â Hawke said. He took a step back, to avoid any further offense and any further risk of being insulted by Mae Noi.
âYouâre very impressive, Mae, donât mind him,â Kim said. âHow many words does she know?â
âOur platform back home has around three hundred words, though sheâs still learning some of them,â Dr. Chanthara said. âThe âtravelâ version we put together only has a hundred, just enough to make sure she can get her basic needs met and communicate about the experiment.â
âRight, speaking of, I do believe we should put some time into our reason for being here,â Dean Lichman interjected. âYouâre welcome to stick around afterwards, at Dr. Chanthara and Mae Noiâs discretion, of course, but we should get underway.â
âWe probably should get to business, yeah,â Kim said. She tapped the side of her metal head. âIâm going to scan the lab. Vell, you talk to the elephant and make sure everythingâs above-board.â
âAbov- oh, right,â Vell said. âSorry, not exactly used to being able to ask animals if they agree to animal experimentation.â
âExperiment,â Mae said.
âYeah, experiment,â Vell said, as he turned to Mae. âSo, Mae Noi, this experiment might hurt, do you know that?â
âExperiment. Hurt. Elephant,â Mae Noi prodded. âExperiment. Help. Elephant. Help. Baby.â
âHelp baby?â
âBaby. Baby. Elephant. Sick. Baby. Sick.â
âWeâve explained the nature of her condition to Mae Noi as best we can,â Dr. Chanthara said. âShe has several children, and is concerned they might be similarly affected.â
âHelp. Baby,â Mae Noi said. âExperiment. Help.â
The way Mae Noi frantically tapped the buttons tugged at Vellâs heartstrings, but he choked those emotions down.
âSo you want to do this experiment to help baby, got it,â Vell said. âEven if it hurts you?â
âElephant. Old,â Mae Noi said. âHurt. Okay. Help. Baby.â
âHuh. Well, that does sound like informed consent to me,â Vell said. âPasses ethical muster, at least.â
The campus rules allowed students to be experimented on, with their consent, so Vell saw no reason not to apply the same standard to an elephant.
âYou speak up if you change your mind about the experiment, okay?â
âStop. Stop. Stop,â Mae said, mashing the same button a few times. âYes.â
âYou got it. Iâm going to go help my friends check things out,â Vell said. âGood talking to you, Mae.â
âGood. Talk. Friend,â Mae said. She waved goodbye with her trunk, and Vell waved back. He wandered away from Mae Noiâs pedestal and found Kim and Hawke carefully examining rows of beakers and various other supplies.
âNothing sus yet, boss,â Hawke said.
âNothing caustic, mutagenic, or explosive?â
âWell, something mutagenic, but itâs supposed to be,â Kim said. She had scanners built into her body much like those that had once been in Vellâs glasses, allowing her to analyze the complex chemical formulas at a glance. âTheyâre going for some gene editing similar to what weâve tried to do on human cancer patients. Low success rate, but not harmful. Some adaptations to work on elephants, of course.â
âRun it by any of our chemistry and biology student friends yet?â
âA few,â Kim said. âHavenât gotten anything back yet, though.â
âMaybe run it by Skye, too,â Vell said. âSheâd recognize anything thatâd mutate an animal.â
âShe does love to mutate things,â Kim said.
âBenevolently,â Vell insisted. âJust show her. Iâm going to check for any stray equipment.â
The presence of an unusually large test subject had resulted in the lab being rearranged and reshuffled, so Vell did a quick scan for any misplaced equipment that might pose a threat. He found, to his surprise, a tidy and well-organized environment, with any and all extraneous materials securely locked away. There wasnât so much as a shrink ray out of place. Vell did another loop just to be sure, but returned to his friends empty-handed.
âThis place has less safety hazards than my lab,â Vell said. Hawke stared at him for a while.
âWhy does your lab have safety hazards?â
âI do runecarving, thereâs like, hammers and chisels,â Vell said. âThose can hurt people.â
âMm, true,â Hawke said. âSo you really didnât find anything?â
âNothing,â Vell said. âThis place is secure as Iâve ever seen a lab be.â
âItâs like I said,â Kim began. âWe got an actual warning about it, so obviously nothingâs going to go wrong. Thatâd be too easy.â
âMaybe,â Vell said. âThings can get teleported in, or someone could cast a spell, or something.â
âYeah, but that applies to anywhere, at any time,â Kim said.
âKimâs right,â Hawke said. âI say we go business as usual.â
âI guess,â Vell said. âWe have to branch out a little, at least. Canât keep an eye on one room all day.â
The trio stopped sulking around the outskirts of the lab and returned to Dean Lichman and Dr. Chanthara.
âEverything looks good,â Kim said. âProbably the safest lab Iâve ever seen.â
âIâll choose to take that as a compliment,â Dr. Chanthara said.
âWe have very high safety standards here at the Einstein-Odinson,â Dean Lichman said, defensively. âRelatively speaking. Innovation requires some risk.â
âI understand perfectly. So does Mae.â
âHurt. Okay,â Mae said.
âNot that okay,â Vell said. âNice meeting you, Dr. Chanthara. You too, Mae.â
âWait.â
Mae prodded one of the buttons on her pedestal and then pointed her trunk at the three of them. Hawke looked deeply concerned, but stepped forward alongside Vell and Kim. Mae Noi appraised them with massive brown eyes, and then moved her trunk back towards the pedestal. Vell noticed a distinctive scar on the bridge of her long nose just as Mae Noi pressed another button.
âJoke.â
â...Joke?â
Dr. Chanthara sighed and rolled his eyes.
âJust go along with it,â he said. âShe likes to tell her joke.â
âUh, okay,â Vell said. âLetâs hear it.â
âWhat. Elephant. Favorite. Part. Tree.â
âUmm...I donât know, Mae,â Vell lied. Heâd heard this joke from a kid, once. âWhat part?â
âTrunk,â Mae said. She gave a loud bray of amusement and then slammed her trunk down a few more times to emphasize the punchline. âTrunk. Trunk.â
âOh, ha, I get it,â Kim said, hoping her feigned laugh was convincing. Sheâd never tried to lie to an elephant before. âGood one, Mae.â
Mae Noi shifted from side to side, looking pleased with herself, while the trio took a step back and stopped their feigned laughter.
âDid you give her buttons just to tell that joke with?â
âShe gets upset,â Dr. Chanthara said. âIâm not even sure she understands the pun, she just likes peopleâs reactions.â
âAs long as sheâs having fun,â Hawke said.
âWeâll get out of your hair now,â Vell said. âGood luck with the experiment, feel free to let us know if you need a hand with anything.â
âIâll keep it in mind,â Dr. Chanthara said. Some of his earlier skepticism seemed to have softened, but he did not seem entirely onboard with three strangers mucking about with his experiment. Vell and his friends left before they stretched what little goodwill they had any further. Mae Noi waved her trunk goodbye as the three left the lab and stepped back onto the quad.
âIâm going to try and sneak some classes in,â Hawke said. âLater.â
âIâll check some of our usual hot spots,â Kim said, before she too left. Once again alone, Vell headed to one of his own classes, and called up Samson.
âHey, Samson,â Vell began. âSee anything interesting while we were playing with the elephant?â
âWell, I thought I clocked someone acting suspicious, but it turns out he was only sneaking around to go see his boyfriend,â Samson said. âNothing apocalyptic, but I did get called a homophobe, which is pretty emotionally devastating.â
âIâm sure youâll recover someday,â Vell said. âKeep an eye out. Usually the safer things look, the more dangerous things end up being.â
âWill do,â Samson said, before saying goodbye and hanging up.
***
Vell got increasingly nervous the longer the day went without its daily disaster. He thought about checking in on Mae Noi again, but then recalled Kimâs warning about it being too obvious, but then remembered that nobody had seen anything suspicious anywhere else, but then remember that Mae Noiâs lab had looked perfectly safe-
âVell.â
âHuh?â
âYouâre spiraling,â Kim said.
âIâm not spiraling, Iâm just,â Vell said, with a pause for contemplation. âConsidering multiple options.â
âIn a spiral fashion,â Kim said. âEat the damn french fries. Honestly, whatâs the point of ordering so many if youâre just going to let them get cold?â
âItâs not like theyâre going to go to waste,â Vell said. The same time loop that allowed him to eat massive amounts of french fries without fear of gaining weight also allowed him to avoid food waste. One of the upsides of life in a time loop.
âJust eat, Vell,â Kim said. âYou worry too much about all this shit.â
âIâm in charge, itâs my job to worry about it,â Vell said.
âItâs your job to handle it,â Kim said. âThereâs no point thinking about this shit before it happens, you spend all day thinking about an elephant and then the universe drops, like, a bat with tentacles on your head. Just deal with as it comes, Vell.â
Vell leaned on the table and managed to chomp down on a french fry or two.
âYou know, next year, when Iâm not running the show anymore, Iâm going to call and see if you still think itâs that easy.â
âI sure hope so,â Kim said. âIâm saying all this shit trying to make myself believe it too.â
âOh good, youâre lying to both of us,â Vell said. âThatâs cool.â
âFake it âtil you make it, Vell, thatâs how it goes,â Kim said. âEat your damn french fries.â
Vell rolled his eyes and returned to his fries, which were now starting to cool. Thankfully he would not have to worry about finishing them. A loud crash from across campus interrupted him mid-bite and nearly made Vell choke on his fries. He painfully swallowed the half-chewed food and then looked over his shoulder.
âSon of a bitch, finally,â Vell said. A few years ago heâd found it weird whenever he was relieved about a disaster, but now he was just genuinely glad to get it over with. The waiting was as killer as the apocalypse. He tossed his fries in the trash and headed toward the sound of chaos, with Kim right behind him.
âAlready told everybody?â
âWell, I may or may not have left Alex and Helena out of the loopâŚâ
âKim.â
âTheyâd find out anyway,â Kim said. âI got to use my brain parts to get in touch with them, even over wi-fi that shit feels dirty.â
âJust get in- stop.â
Vell held out his hand. Kim froze in place and did not move. Not intentionally, at least. There was a small amount of unintentional movement. The ground was vibrating.
âAlways love a good earthquake,â Kim said.
âThatâs not a quake,â Vell said. âThatâs...footsteps!â
Vell grabbed Kim and dove out of the way just in time for something to barrel through the walls of the dining hall and stampede across the room. Tables, chairs, and more than a few students were crushed under the feet of a hulking, brown-furred behemoth as it charged. Kim picked herself and Vell up off the floor and tried to trail its progress.
âThatâs a- oh fuck me,â Kim said. âPlease donât say you told me so.â
Vell got his bearings and looked across the room at the titanic form of a woolly mammoth. Though it was definitely recognizable as an archaic mammoth, the ancient creature was also heavily mutated, unnaturally large even by mammoth standards, and with multiple curled, jagged tusks protruding from a slobbering maw.
âWell that could be unrelated,â Vell said. âMammoths can come from a lot of places, cloning accidents, time machinesâŚâ
The mammoth reached a wall, and rather than barreling through, turned around, facing directly towards Vell. A prominent scar covered the bridge of its broad trunk.
âOh, nope, thatâs definitely Mae,â Vell said. The scar was in the same place and at the same angle. Even a clone wouldnât have an identical scar.
Once the revelation had struck, Mae took her turn. Vell found himself staring straight down the barrel of a very angry mammoth coming right at him at Vell-squishing velocity. Luckily heâd been charged at by a lot of creatures over four years of looping.
Vell jumped up and to the side, and latched on to one of the curled tusks, which made for very convenient handlebars. Kim did the same on the opposite side of Mae, and punched her in the head.
âWait, wait, hold off on the violence for a second,â Vell shouted. He tried to wave at Kim to stop, but Mae was thrashing so violently he had to grip the tusks with both hands.
âGood plan,â Kim shouted. âCan you get Mae on board?â
Another set of tables got crushed underfoot. Thankfully the other students were out of trampling range by now, but Mae Noiâs feet were still coated in the blood of earlier victims.
âMaeâs smart, maybe we can calm her down,â Vell said. He then ducked to dodge a swat from Maeâs mutated trunk.
âCall me crazy, Vell, but I think this is more than just a bad mood,â Kim said, as she climbed up Maeâs seven jagged tusks like a ladder.
âWe have to try,â Vell said. The loopers rule against hurting other intelligent life forms had some flexibility for blood-crazed mutants on violent rampages, but they had to at least try to reason first. Vell climbed up on of Maeâs tusks and looked into one of her bloodshot eyes for any sign of recognition. âMae! Itâs Vell, do you remember?â
The only response Vell got was an enraged trumpet, which he didnât think was a âyesâ.
âCome on, bud,â Vell said. âWhatâs an elephantâs favorite part of a tree, right? The trunk?â
The massive brown eye staring at Vell blinked, and he felt a brief glimmer of hope. He then felt a brief glimmer of his lungs being crushed as Mae swung her head and slammed her tusks into the wall, and Vell along with them. Kim punched Mae in the throat and then jumped across the tusks to grab Vell and carry him to safety.
âYou okay, Vell?â
He opened his mouth to respond, and a pint or two of blood came out instead.
âApparently not,â he mumbled. âI might be down a few ribs. And a lung. Or two.â
Kim carried Vell a safe distance from the fight and set him down on the ground, where he promptly spat out another mouthful of blood.
âOkay, uh, you just lie there and try to die peacefully, I guess,â Kim said.
âWay ahead of you.â
***
âWas that last bit as funny as I thought it was?â Vell asked. âI think the blood loss was affecting my sense of humor.â
âIt was kind of hard to appreciate in the moment,â Kim said. âBut as far as dying jokes go, it was pretty good.â
Vell and Kim walked into the lair for their morning meeting and joined the loopers that had already gathered.
âOkay, whatâd I miss while I was dead?â
âWell, after Alex was done getting herself killed,â Samson began.
âYouâre saying that as if itâs something to be ashamed of,â Alex said. âVell also died.â
âYeah, but he got killed trying to do something good. You got killed trying to do something stupid.â
âTrying to eliminate a threat is not stupid,â Alex said.
âWe donât kill intelligent creatures,â Hawke said. âSometimes we punch them into a coma, but we donât kill them.â
âWhen a dog bites, you put it down, I donât see why the same principle doesnât apply to a mammoth thatâs crushed seventy people.â
âThat wasnât Maeâs fault,â Vell said. âShe got mutated, or something. On that note: did you guys figure out what happened to Mae Noi?â
âNothing,â Hawke said. âLooked like Mae smashed up the entire lab, trampled everyone involved in the experiment too. Nothing left to investigate, and nobody left alive to interrogate.â
âTypical,â Vell sighed. âAt least we have an easy out. Dean Lichman was really concerned about the ethics of that whole experiment. We raise some kind of complaint, we could probably get the whole thing shut down.â
âThe problem is getting the complaint,â Hawke said. âThat lab was airtight, Vell.â
âApparently not completely airtight,â Kim said. âI can camp out in the lab and raise an entirely justifiable stink whenever something capable of making a murder-mammoth shows up.â
âAnd what if it happens so suddenly you canât complain about it?â Samson asked. âFor all we know that couldâve been some kind of dimensional rift, or time anomaly, or something. It might not be as simple as somebody just putting in the wrong syringe at the wrong time.â
âHeâs got a point,â Vell said. âWe might want to shut this down before it gets there.â
âSeems like our best option is to plant evidence, then,â Alex said.
Everyone else at the table spent a few seconds brainstorming ways to prove her wrong, and much to their frustration, could not.
âOkay, fine,â Vell said. âBut it needs to be something incidental, not something anyone would get blamed for. We want to cancel the experiment, not get anyone in trouble.â
âI could have a seizure on some sensitive equipment,â Helena offered. âItâll break something and nobody would dare get mad at me.â
âCan you fake a seizure?â
âNo, but Iâm allergic to elephants, so Iâd probably have one anyway the moment I stepped in the lab,â Helena said.
âI donât feel entirely comfortable sending you into anaphylactic shock for a bit,â Vell said.
âOfferâs on the table,â Helena said. âIâll live. Wouldnât have made it through that trip to the zoo otherwise.â
âAnybody have any non-medical emergency suggestions?â
âSeagull in the air vents,â Kim said.
âWill that work?â
âIt happens now and then,â Kim said. âSeagull gets in, and Dean has to close down the whole lab for potential material damage and biohazard risks if they shit in the vents.â
âReally? Weâve never had to deal with anything like that,â Hawke said.
âIt may shock you to learn that sometimes minor, tedious bullshit happens that we have nothing to do with,â Kim said.
âThat is kind of surprising, actually.â
âEnough. Kim, can you grab a seagull?â Vell asked. He shouldered his bookbag, and stuck a hand into the extradimensional pocket that existed within it. âI can probably smuggle it in with my bag.â
âYeah, I can get you a seagull,â Kim said. Since she did not need to sleep, she had to find ways to keep herself entertained at night, seagull-grabbing being among them.
âAlright, weâll go grab one and put it in the bag,â Vell said. âThe rest of you, be ready to meet us when I call.â
***
Roughly three minutes later, Vell put out the call and they reconvened in front of the biology lab.
âYeah, that was much faster than I thought it would be,â Vell said.
âIâm great at grabbinâ birds,â Kim said. Seagulls were among the easier birds to snatch, even. They were suckers for food, and many of them were attracted to her shiny metallic body anyway.
âLetâs just get this over with,â Vell said. âI want this thing out of my bag ASAP.â
Even though the seagull was safely within a pocket dimension, Vell would swear he could still feel the bird thrashing and squawking inside his bag. He tightened his grip on the shoulder strap and led the way towards the zoology lab entrance. He grabbed the handle and held it as he froze for a second.
âVell, whatâs up? Is this bird escaping?â
âNo, the handleâs vibrating,â Vell said. It was shaking the same way a wall near an incredibly loud speaker might. He pressed his ear to the door and listened closely. He opened the door immediately, and let all his friends hear the frantic trumpeting of a panicked elephant.
Inside the lab, Mae Noi was stomping her feet and trumpeting as loud as he long trunk would allow. She swayed from side to side in her pen, bumping against the walls not quite hard enough to damage them, but hard enough that it was clear she was doing it on purpose.
âWhat the heck is happening here?â
âAh, Vell,â Dean Lichman said. He hustled over to Vellâs side and gestured to the entire room. âMaybe you can figure out whatâs going on.â
Mae Noi stopped braying long enough to start mashing her trunk against her pedestal, mashing out the word âBadâ over and over again.
âOur test subject, Mae Noi, has been throwing an absolute fit ever since she got here,â Dean Lichman said. âDr. Chanthara, these are the students I was telling you about earlier.â
While Vell reintroduced himself to Dr. Chanthara, Kim and Hawke stepped up to examine Mae Noi and her enclosure. It was a far cry from the peaceful, orderly scene they had examined on the first loop. They were half an hour earlier this time than before, but Kim found it unlikely that they had been able to calm Mae Noi down, clean everything up, and get back to work in such a short amount of time. They hadnât mentioned any of this panic on the first loop either. They were soon joined in their confusion by Chanthara and Vell.
âWeâve tried everything; food, water, her favorite toys, even videos of her children,â Dr. Chanthara said. âWeâve even offered to call off the experiment, but she wonât listen.â
âShe is an animal,â Alex said. âSometimes they do things arbitrarily.â
âNot Mae,â Dr. Chanthara said. âSome of our sanctuaries residents from traumatic backgrounds can have outbursts, but Mae was injured in the wild. Sheâs never been like this.â
âMaybe some experiment on the island is upsetting her,â Vell said. âA sonic experiment only she can hear, or somethingâŚâ
Vell stopped and thought about it. If there had been such an irritant, it wouldâve been there on the first loop too. Everything always repeated exactly the same, except for-
âCould you, uh, take a step back for a second?â Vell mumbled. âI want to try talking to her.â
âDonât get close,â Chanthara warned him.
âIâm not, Iâm not,â Vell said. He didnât need to get very close to tell a joke.
The massive brown eyes of Mae Noi stayed locked on Vell as he approached, and she continued to mash the âBadâ button on her pedestal.
âI know, I know, bad,â Vell said. âBut, uh, do you want to hear a joke?â
Mae Noi stopped. She locked eyes with Vell for a few seconds, and then cautiously tapped a button on her pedestal.
âJoke.â
âRight, joke,â Vell said. He tried to recall the exact sequence of words Mae had used on the first loop. âWhat elephant favorite part tree?â
Mae didnât blink.
âTrunk,â Vell said.
After a moment of contemplation, Mae Noi let out one final, fervent, trumpet, and then started mashing buttons on her pedestal again.
âBad. Help. Help. Experiment. Bad. Help. Bad. Help.â
âYeah, bad help, one second,â Vell said. He turned away from Mae Noi to look at Dean Lichman. âHey, uh, excuse me, Dean? Hey, uh, if I remember correctly there are some pretty complicated rules on having intelligent animals on campus, yes?â
âWell, yes,â Dean Lichman said. After hearing of some questionable ethical practices involving an octopus back in first year, he had instituted a few clauses into the schoolâs ethical code of conduct regarding intelligent animals like elephants, octopuses, and dolphins. âMaeâs presence here is a bit of an outlier, but there were workaround, given her apparent consent to the experiment.â
âYeah, about that, is she, uh,â Vell began. âIs she registered as a student?â
âYes.â
Vell pursed his lips. It took a few seconds for his friends to catch on.
âYou have got to be fucking kidding me,â Samson snapped. He turned his back on the crowd and leaned against a wall while Hawke put his head in his hands.
âThe first rule of looping,â Alex said quietly. âLoopers are randomly selected-â
She looked up and locked eyes with Mae Noi.
âFrom all registered students.â
I feel like iâve really been thrust into the deep end immediately. I donât really even know where to start but i think context is Import so iâll begin with that:
My family are socially and emotionally âtolerantâ but financially supportive. They more or less refuse to call me my chosen name or refer to me as he but fund my transition and idly allow me to do whatever i need to do. Iâm grateful for what I have but it doesnât help in how alone I feel in pursuing it. I donât have any trans friends medically transitioning at this moment either so thereâs nobody to actually discuss this with in depth besides some offhand complaints i make to certain close cis friends.
Iâm in the UK so Iâm in private care for HRT + surgeries (fucking extortionate) and the onus is completely on me to align every single appointment appropriately with 3 different providers who are all seemingly being as obtuse as possible. I just turned 18 earlier this year and started on T almost immediately, I had 3 appointments with a private gender clinic in another city prior to starting HRT and am expected to see this clinic every 3 months for checkups + prescriptions which is standard enough. My NHS GP however refused shared care and are now refusing to do bloodtests after initially being willing to cooperate on that front. Even then i ended up missing the 3 month window between my first checkup with the gender clinic to have my bloodtest results ready because my NHS GP only does appointments on the day and I have to spend hours in the morning on hold which is annoying at best and exhausting at worst.
As soon as I started T I looked into top surgery surgeons as I want to have that out of the way as soon as possible and ideally Iâd have it done before starting uni in September. Fortunately I did book a date in July so Iâll be able to have a lot of the rudimentary aftercare out of the way before uni as well but the surgeon is on the other side of the country (400 miles away) so Iâm having to fly down.
For my consultation I took an 8 hour train and stayed with a friend who lives in the same city as the practice which was a massive help but i realised it would be a dogshit idea to stick myself in a shitey train for 8 hours after major surgery in the summer heat so i opted for the 1 hour plane trip but that comes with its own issues. I wanted to wait until i had my deed poll done to actually decide to get my ID but again im realising that Iâm probably just going to have to get an ID as soon as possible for the flight and tank it having my deadname etc. It isnât the end of the world but on top of everything else it feels like another massive pain in the arse.
Another issue was my gender clinic didnât inform me they wanted me to have an appointment specifically for a top surgery referral. I understood that theyâd want that if I was going through them to find a surgeon but because I did the research on my own I thought theyâd be happy to just write it. This means that iâm having the referral appointment a week before i travel for surgery which Iâm trying to force to the back of my mind because I know itâs something that i canât control anymore but it just feels like more mounting stress.
There are many more smaller issues such as the the gender clinic where Iâm receiving my HRT being 2 hours away but I think my main problem is just how isolating the experience is. Nobody around me understands how frustrating it is to stitch together all these different appointments in a way that aligns reasonably but at the same time i dont feel like i have any right to complain. Iâm getting treatment at an ideal point while most other young trans people in the UK are being shafted and iâve been out of school/work for a year at this point.
I just donât know what to make of it. Iâm juggling all this shit but I also feel completely stunted and behind people my age but hopefully that issue will resolve itself once Iâm in uni and am at least a bit stealth. I think as well now that Iâm on T and know iâm 2 months away from this surgery Iâve desperately wanted since i was 11 my resolve is starting to wear thin and I just want to live as a normal guy who can go to the gym comfortably or just fucking leave the house without stressing about how my chest is sitting etc.
Thanks for reading, sorry if this comes off as needless whinging. Any advice or anecdotes would be nice to hear at least
I ordered Stronghold for cats specifically to treat ear mites as he is indoor cat with no flea issue. I was told that Stronghold is in fact Revolution under a different name for the UK market. There are several different brands (including generic) that offer selamectin.
My cat was on prescription Selarid before and it eradicated it immediately. I had him on this for only 6 months as he seemed to be cured but unbeknownst to me the colonies were slowly growing back once I took him off the medication
I purchased a topical that was giving him some relief in the meantime.
So I ordered this instead which also had positive reviews on their site but I noticed there are no negative reviews at all.
I thought I would save some money by ordering what seems to be the same medication (selamectin) off petbucket and it did absolutely nothing to eradicate ear mites, reduce ear mites or my cat's scratching.
I then thought maybe the dose was too low since my cat had grown so I gave him a second dose a couple weeks later to amp it up and still no improvement. It was as if I was applying water to his skin. It should be working since the expiration date is still 10/2025.
I then contacted Petbucket and they gave a lame excuse that my cat must be immune to selamectin so as not to offer a refund. That is not the case.
I then contacted Zoetis and they said they cannot help as UK does not have the same efficacy standards as U.S. based products even if they are still under the same company.
I am out money for 2 (6 month supply) boxes of Stronghold that was supposed to take care of my cat for a year with zero recourse.
I noticed the tracking indicated that it was coming from Singapore so I inquired to Zoetis if it might have been a counterfeit but they checked the batch numbers and it checked out as being one of their legitimate products.
Anyone else have any shady or questionable experience with Petbucket?
I've suffered over a year and a half of progress being undone in the wake of this relapse & in my experience both before and after recovery, one of the most vicious and difficult parts of this ED is the inherent gaslight of just how invisible the very nature of this fkn ED.
Now before anyone jumps on me about the rules, I'm not comparing or invalidating other ED's. I'm ranting on my own experiences from my personal perspective on my individual struggles from two opposing ED's. I apologize if any statements come across as inflammatory, I just want to make this clear bc even tho ik no one is likely to give this the time of day I'm only seeking an outlet for my pain, and in case anyone does scroll past this, I want this context so nothing I say risks being received in a damaging way.
I was in a medical magnet program throughout the entirety of high school + summer courses and despite all the classes, units, lessons, and a whole year of school - all focused specifically on health, diet, and nutrition - it took me YEARS and a stroke of blind luck and chance to stumble across something & then later realize not only did non restrictive ED's exist but I myself had one.
I was failed by my education AND my doctors bc even though I was far from healthy and overweight, restriction was the only concern anyone ever had - & likely only as a precaution bc my medication has a known side affect suppressing appetite.
And despite all the results I could pull up with a Google search, I've only ever experienced Binge ED as feeling invisible, dismissed, and invalidated.
I distinctly remember breaking down in frustration over discovering that nothing relating to binge ED would trigger the same content warning/concern pop ups on different platforms that tags and keywords pertaining to restriction & other EDs/mental health struggles are flagged by.
I'd grown so bitter and resentful bc the experiences I had just seem to compound this feeling that my struggle and pain was only ever seen, validated, cared about, etc if it fit some pre-constructed narrative. Like even tho it existed, it wasn't acknowledged or important enough to be on anyone's radar like other issues are. Dealing with an ED sucks, but an ED so seemingly forgotten and dismissed felt like rubbing salt in a wound the world gaslight you about and does it so well you feel like can't even be upset you're being gaslit.
It took me two years to overcome my ED, and I still felt a flicker of resentment when my history in my relationship with food couldn't be avoided bc where before I'd be met with platitudes about body positivity, at a smaller size people would immediately jump to conclusions about the nature of my past struggle with food.
And don't get me started on boundary pushing even after point of recovery. Holidays, celebrations, special occasions. No one tells a recovered alcoholic "oh treat yourself, you can afford it, it's just one glass." And it seems the smaller you are, the more conscious everyone else is about your boundaries with food & more easy it is to disregard your comfort. And like the social awareness of restrictive disorders makes people feel more comfortable in encouraging you to indulge and cross that boundary, especially in cases where you're confronted with someone who weaponizes "body positivity" as a vehicle for their own toxicity.
Being in a smaller body when struggling with a relapse just inflames these sensitivities to an exponential magnitude and I'm now dealing with the vicious whiplash of not just my ED, but the old wounds from before my recovery, the pressures after recovering, and now being met with assumptions trying to seek support and dismissal if I try to get ahead of the assumptions when I just want to reach out and feel seen.
I slipped up some thanks to boundary pushing over the holidays, but it's my medication that tipped me over into a full blown relapse and despite raising concerns with my doctor, seeing my weight increase steadily over time with episodes becoming more and more frequent, my concern has been brushed aside and I've now been left with the devastating impact of facing a year and a half of recovery undone and stuck taking a medication that is triggering my ED and an overall feeling of suffering for things entirely out of my control.
It took years finding what meds worked for me, and unfortunately mine carry a stigma and have a well known side effect of suppressing appetite. There's also a nationwide shortage and each prescription that gets filled feels weaker and weaker. Prior to my recovery, I was quite sedentary and while I've finally gotten to a place where I'm invested in my quality of life and am thriving pursuing a demanding lifestyle that's kept me active and engaged in my day to day, managing my disability requires a higher threshold than my current dose can meet and while my prior dose was most effective and is one I had for years, it's higher than standard and my doctors are reluctant to help me.
So I face having to overcome the stigma my meds carry, trying to build trust with my medical providers to gain back the Healthcare I lost to depression (& losing my Prior insurance/coverage - too $$$), am working gradually towards increasing my dose amidst a shortage where others with my disability are universally reporting weakened-totally ineffective prescription, and because my meds were adjusted (increased for one, decreased proportionally for the other) my doctor dismissed my concerns citing the lowered dose when I stated my new meds trigger my appetite even tho I could have eaten and be full shortly before they take effect.
I can't stop these meds but keeping them makes me feel insatiable and is inflaming binge episodes but it's effect on my appetite is dismissed as a change of dose and if not being able to manage my disability well enough with this lower dose isn't enough to advocate for my meds, raising a weight concern with a medication that is reputed to be an appetite suppressant is going to work against me even more.
The end result has me now at the point of calling out of work on bad days to spare the mental distress of having to tie an apron around my waist and be a constant trigger the entirety of my shift, and feeling like my only options are to choose between managing my disability or my ED -
All because no one takes binge eating seriously and so stubbornly clings onto the societal view of restrictive disorders as the default and if you're small your struggles with eating aren't valid outside those parameters.
I just want to pursue health, happiness, and mental & physical wellness and not let my disability or disorders be a barrier to my pursuit in sustaining quality of life.
I've never felt so powerless, unseen, or alone.
This happend almost 5 years ago, and unfortunately I am only now asking about. I had employer provided health insurance in 2019, but had to be put on medical leave. Because of that I was required to manually pay the company the amount for insurance via money order to upkeep the insurance. Once of the months (May?) I missed the due date by a few days, but they money was taken and after returning to work money continued to be taken from my paycheck.
Months later (October?) I find out that because I was late on that payment, the company/ insurance rolled back the valid coverage date to earlier in may. And a month later I was refunded the money taken put of my checks. Because of that roll back, the dr I was seeing sent me numerous bills of the time from may until that point.
The seperate bills were confusing and I should've questioned them more. But between not being in a good spot mentally and in life, plus the stress of playing phone tag with the billing department and their voicemail and never being able to contact them easily I didn't follow up like I should have.
The following year that office ended up selling the listed debt to a collections company. And now I'm wondering if anything can be done, or if it's been so long there's no point? Im not sure if what happend is standard practice, or if its just something really shady/unfortunate that happened. I was a much younger adult back then with a lot less experience/backbone. I'm trying to tie up loose ends and make a plan to my future that I didn't have before.
I live in Florida and work in florida, but the work headquarters/insurance was based in Idaho at the time if that effects anything?
Looking for some critics of my upcoming med school application. Ill do the numbers first and then the explanation. IP in Ontario + BC.
cGPA OMSAS: 3.44 cGPA School: 3.47
Western: 3.72 Dal: 3.78 uOttawa: 3.40
uSask: 87.55 uManitoba: 3.96 UBC OGPA: 80.22
Hooks: Black, Northern and Rural (for NOSM), Disabled
Education: BA from an Ivy (not that Canada cares :/). Currently doing a course based MSc, completion by June 30th.
MCAT: unwritten but I expect to perform well. Purely on vibes but also I have scored 99% at every standardized test I have taken (ACT, SAT IIs, APs etc.)
Explanation: Basically had the onset of a serious illness (that caused physical disability) at the first part of undergrad. Took a medical leave, got myself sorted and then returned. My pre-LOA GPA is: 3.24 (OMSAS 3.24). post-LOA GPA is 4.01 (OMSAS 3.91). I also technically wasnât a full-time student for some of this time due to that, so I do have to appeal to a bunch of schools for exceptions to the Sep-June FT rules. post-LOA I completed full-time. I plan on appealing to every school for GPA adjustments/considerations regardless of whether or not they have official mechanisms.
ECs: 1000s of hours of research: panel presenter at major conference, multiple pubs, multiple posters (every year of undergrad + summers + 1 year FT)
1000s of hours of clinical care: tech @ doctorâs office for 2 years FT
almost 500 hours at health tech startups
1000s of other misc. stuff that spans: local policy, school stuff (MUN, campus leadership etc.), DEI stuff
LoRs: 3 strong (1 academic, 1 research, 1 work)
A lot of this depends on what my MCAT score breaks down on being, but just wanted some feedback going into the summer. Also, if anyone has done any of the GPA appeals for disability (or other reasons) at any Ontario school, UBC, uManitoba, uSask, or Dal let me know.
Iâm applying widely because cost isnât a big factor unless my MCAT (once I write)+ GPA are out of the accepted range for previously admitted students.
I know that some schools are a reach, but Iâve a friend with a low GPA (3.5ish) + high MCAT (520+) with a MSc with great ECs (but in a different way) that got into all schools she applied to (5 including uoft). So I know itâs doable.
any tips? advice? constructive feedback?
thanks!
Iâm new to the area and just started seeing a local dentist. Yesterday the dentist gave me an estimated amount due after the dental work was completed.
Like I usually do, I said Iâd pay my amount due after getting my EOB, since the EOB states exactly what I owe and is not an estimate. This is typical when you have good insurance through your employer and Iâve never had an issue doing things this way before.
However, this dentist (NEW ENGLAND DENTAL DANBURY) told me that they canât let me leave until I pay âsomethingâ.
After going back and forth I was told by the office staff that they have to call their manager before they can let me leave. I was totally freaked out at this point and just walked the hell out of there after I told them they canât stop me from leaving and to just send me the damn bill.
Today I get a call from their manager, some idiot named Nomi and I tell him how rude and unprofessional the staff was to try and hold me hostage over $120 bucks after the work was already done and I had follow up work to be completed.
He told me that although the process I explained to him was the law and standard in most medical cases under $5000, the guy said his office doesnât have to follow the law âŚ.wtf?!?
Then he started threatening me saying he will call the cops on me, send my information to the âcredit companiesâ and that his office will let my employer know that Iâm stealing because they have my employers info through my insurance (his exact words).
Iâm gonna follow up with the BBB and Deartment of Public Health but Iâm also curious, has anyone had a similar experience with this dental office or in CT in general?
Iâm still in shock over the whole thing and Iâm honestly ready to just go back to driving over an hour each way to my old dentist in Yonkers, NY.
In the meantime, Iâm going to keep checking my insurance online to see when the claim gets processed and make a payment then. Sheesh what a crazy experience.
Fuck New England dental in danbury!