Keep in mind that I live in a country with a good universal health care system, but in my opinion the administrative part works poorly, and as I think this is taking too long, I have come here to ask for help. Also, they have changed my doctor in the middle of the process, which has slowed everything down. (English is my third language, I'm sorry for my mistakes, or if my expressions are not correct).
28F, 1,61m (5'3''), 57kg (125lbs), I take one pill a month of vitamin D, I don't smoke, I drink very very rarely and I don't do drugs.
I first went to the doctor in mid-January for digestive problems. I have always been prone to diarrhea, but the last few weeks it had been worse than usual. A week later I had blood drawn and gave a stool sample. The blood was fine, but I tested positive for Helicobacter Pylori.
10 days of Pylera medication (120 pills) and 2 gastric protectors per day. I had some discomfort but within normal side effects. I was told that I had to wait a month from the end of the treatment until I was tested again to see if we had killed the bacteria. Two weeks after finishing the treatment I started bleeding every time I went to the bathroom. It wasn't red blood, but it wasn't black either. A dark maroon maybe (?) and with small clots. I called the clinic and they told me that unless it got worse I should wait and that at the test they would do at the end of the one month period they would also do a stool blood test. I bled for a week and a half and by the time the test came back it stopped. Obviously I was negative for blood in stool. Also negative for Helicobacter. But less than a week later I bled intermittently again for a couple of weeks.
Since then I have not bled anymore, but my digestion is bad, different from when I first arrived, but bad. I have the feeling that the medication has spoiled me more than helped.
I have a lot of gas. I have never burped unless it was from drinking a lot of carbonated drinks, but now I am burping a lot every day. My stomach is making noises almost every day. I wake up in the middle of the night with a very sore stomach and when I go to the bathroom it's just to fart, I can sit for half an hour waiting for it to pass. I can't go for a run, a quarter of the times I would go to the gym I cancel because I don't feel well or I do an exercise and I feel dizzy. I don't do abdominal exercises because I feel like everything gets too shaken up. Going out with friends has also reduced. I haven't found an eating pattern that feels bad for me, but I have a very varied diet. It's like until I eat I don't know how I'm going to feel that day.
After many appointments with my family doctor I have finally been given an appointment with the specialist, but it is for a month and a bit from now. June 28th (the appointment request was made on May 1st). I started with this in January, I know I don't need to go to the ER, but I'm tired and I want to get back to normal life without worrying if my stomach will react well that day.
Any help would be appreciated.

So yeah, I wanted to discuss the theories based on the evidence we have so far.
Sightings of Gin's mom:
Gin's sketch of his mom in the doctor's office.
Nankidai's sketch of Gin and his mom.
Based on those two images we can conclude that Gin's mom has shoulder-length black hair. She's over 30 (Gin is 12 and she likely got pregnant with him when she was over 18 years of age), she works and she's been married to Gin's stepfather for 10 years (source: Gin's words).
...So it can't be Miley. Miley's appearance doesn't match the drawings and her personal life is very different as well. Asunaro files state that Miley was hoping to marry the man at her last workplace 3 years prior to the death game.
In terms of appearance Megumi is a closer match. However, Megumi used to go drinking with Keiji after work (less than 10 years before the game) and get jealous when he flirted with other women, which suggests that she was probably single at the time. Also, Gin wished for his mom to live a long and healthy life. And even if Megumi somehow managed to survive the chain execution, she certainly wouldn't be "healthy" at present.
There's also the unnamed Woman from Anzu's episode. She has dark brown hair and a characteristic bun, which Gin's mom also sports. It would be funny if she turned out to be Gin's mom, while Ryuu is the good-for-nothing alcoholic stepfather. But I think these two are way more likely to be pink Hinako's parents.
I think it is most likely that Gin's mom is an unnamed Asunaro employee. The fact that she's "watching over her son" seems to indicate that she's a part of the organization, but she's just not among the women we've encountered so far.
Who do you think is Gin's mom? :)

Hi i wanted to know what will be the best course to chose if you want to prepare for UPSC, RAS , SSC BANK. I took a drop for neet this year and not expecting selection, so i am now starting to shift my focus towards UPSC prep. I am a science student (pcmb).I am thinking of taking BA Bed in college as it will be easy to prepare for upsc with that and also Bed will be secondary option. But my relatives are telling me to take Bsc becuase BA have limited scope and are not treated well in society we living in. And they saying bsc will look good on resumee in upsc also and if you wanna work for private if upsc dont work out. So i am really confused as my parents have left the decision to me what to take ( which is i am thankful of). Please suggest me what to take

A week ago, a family friend sent us a link to a facebook group. The host is a mom of 2 kids (and has a working husband) who sells things like earrings, bracelets, hair accessories, bags, key rings etc on a live stream.
Here are some of the prices: £1.50 for a pair of socks £1.50 for a pair of earrings £3.50 for a furry unicorn pen £0.40 for a hair bobble £1.50 for a necklace £3.50 for a bag £0.75 for a hair clip £1.50 for a spoon with text on it (this is only a small list of the things she sells)
We (mom and me) bought some things and were satisfied until one day my mom gets an ad for an item she bought from the host’s live.
We then download the app that the ad was on, and see a ‘lightning sale’ area and lo and behold all the stuff that she has been selling in the live is there, but significantly cheaper.
These are the prices on the app: £0.94 for 5x pairs of socks £0.17 for a pair of earrings £1.17 for a furry unicorn pen £0.57 for 50x hair bobbles £0.27 for a necklace £1.37 for a bag £0.50 for a pack of 5 hair clips £0.79 for a spoon.
These prices aren’t too different but when you buy in bulk some of the stuff that she sells, it quickly adds up.
In the group there is a woman we’ll call ‘C’. ‘C’ is a BIG contributor to the group and spends £150 at a time on orders. The most recent order makes me feel very bad for her. She bought 115x pairs of socks for £86 from the host. We found the pairs of socks she bought on the ‘lightning sales’ section and they’re there for £0.56 to £0.76 for a pack of 5…
I don’t think ‘C’ knows that she’s being absolutely ripped off. She’s very happy with how “cheap” everything that the host sells is.
The host could easily sell the items for cheaper and still make good profit too. Instead she buys items and then sells them for around 5-8x what she bought them for.
I feel so bad for ‘C’. She’s spent so much money on things she could’ve gotten sooo much cheaper..
The worst thing is that in the lives, the host says things like: “wow this is such a good deal” or “ooh i might keep these for myself” and “more socks for you ‘C’!” She’s also made posts about how she’s been able to afford carpets, sheds and other nice and expensive things out of the money she’s made from the group.
WIBTA for letting ‘C’ know that she could be saving so much money by buying straight from the source?
The only problem i have is that if i let ‘C’ know, the group would probably grind to a halt which would mean no income for the host and her kids from the group. As well as the fact that the host knows our family friend and it might “rock the boat”.
I’m all for people earning money, but i feel like the host is taking advantage of the fact that we don’t know about the app she buys her stock from…
Thanks for reading if you made it this far and any advice would be greatly appreciated!

Hello, I've been following this subreddit for a while, thanks for all the sharing and information. Just now I have received an official offer to move to Oman with a family status local contract from the company I have worked with for 12 years.
I got an offer 2650 ommonth THP (basic plus allowances) plus other benefits such as medical insurance (for me and family) and education for kids (1500 omr per year for each kid).
I am not sure if this is a good offer as this is actually less than what I expected and a bit less than what I got in my previous country of assignment, but we really interesting in moving to Oman as we heard that it is a calm and peaceful Islamic country.
What I want to ask, can I and my family (2 kids) have a good living while still have some saving with that salary? More importantly regarding the education, will the amount provided by the company cover all the education fee? My kids are currently in grade 3 and grade 5. Thanks

I've never posted anything here but lemme vent. so I (22M) have been living with my roommate(Male) for quite sometime now, (I'm straight than a stripper's pole) Almost 2 years I think. he's been a good dude, btw we've never fought or had any misunderstanding whatsoever we've lived like brothers. so fast forward, I am one semester behind and my roommate has just completed the exams, currently searching for an internship then he graduates. tell me why do I learn through a friend that this guy is planning on moving out without even telling me at least nijipange? I don't have enough money to cater for this coming month's rent since we've been splitting the bills. what could be his plan? should I ask him or just assume I know nothing and wait till he drops the "bombshell"? Anyway in life you just expect anything to happen, I'm really desperate to do any kind of job if you have any kindly reach me out I will really appreciate , I am a good photographer too.

Even if you don’t speak the first time, just being with other people who can understand you will help.
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Memory Transcription Subject: Billy Marsh, Dirt
Date [Standardized Human Time]: March 29, 2142
Why the hell couldn’t I get rid of Gillab? I wanted him gone, he was ruining everything, and he is even technically trespassing in my house. I could easily get him removed with a simple nine-one-one call, so why couldn’t I just do it? Is there something else wrong with my head? Another problem I needed to deal with?
I wish I had some alcohol. Something to take my mind off of this. The memories were starting to come back more and more as well, last night was the worst sleep I have had in a while. The night terrors I once kept away with liquor had returned, something that scared Gillab half to death. He said that I was screaming bloody murder in my sleep, but just like every other time I’ve had a night terror, I couldn’t even remember a single detail.
But that didn’t matter now, what did was trying to give a decent first impression. I don’t know why, it’s not like I care, but I found myself wanting to look halfway presentable for the veterans’ meetup. Maybe I didn’t want others to waste their time worrying about me. Yeah, that was it. They shouldn’t need to worry about dirt like me. Still, I promised to ‘go through the motions,’ so here I was.
I didn’t really know how to describe the building, it almost looked like a warehouse. Short and wide, from the outside one would assume it was just another warehouse, but the inside had been turned into a community center. It was probably just another one of the overbuilt buildings that had been repurposed. There were tones of those around as architects and city planners would miscalculate how many of a certain type of building were needed. Many places were repurposed, this was just another.
I stopped at the door and looked over to Gillab. “This isn’t going to do anything. I’m just wasting time here.”
“No, you aren’t. Even if you don’t realize it, you are healing. Even just walking around outside of your house and eating a half-decent meal has helped, I can see that. You aren’t nearly as angry today as you were yesterday. Now go on, while you are doing this I’m going to run some errands for you. You need real food in your house.”
“Don’t bother, I don’t know how to cook.”
“Then we will learn. I don’t know how to cook Human food either. Kirala is the chef of the house.”
I thought to ask who Kirala was, but bit my tongue. I’m not supposed to care. “Whatever, I’m going in now.”
“See you soon Billy.”
I shut the door behind me and took stock of the room around me. It was a waiting area complete with inoffensive paintings and beige seats. At the opposite end of the room was a woman sitting behind a counter, typing away on a computer. Taking a deep breath, I walked up to talk to her.
“Hello, uhm, I’m here for the veterans’ group therapy session.”
“Oh course, that’ll be down that hall. Room number three, it should be on your left.”
I tried to stop bouncing my leg. “Thank you.”
I didn’t wait for a response and started down the hall, feeling a pit grow more and more in my stomach. What if this goes wrong? What if I just cause more problems? What if I ruin more people’s lives? What if I just make it worse?
I stopped in front of the door, my leg bouncing constantly. This was wrong, I shouldn’t be here. I’m unhelpable, I should just leave. Gillab said he was running errands, he wouldn’t even know that I skipped it.
The pit in my stomach began clearing as I turned away, but I couldn’t even take a single step before I stopped.
No, that’s wrong. I made a promise to Gillab, so I have to do this. Not for me, but for him. Even if I’m useless, I should still respect others.
But I could just lie, he wouldn’t know any better.
But what if he finds out?
Getting chewed out later is much easier than going through with this.
Isn’t this supposed to help though?
Do you think I deserve help?
Why… why shouldn’t I?
Because of what I’ve done. Who I've hurt. Who I have killed. The lives I have ruined trying to help them. If I was anything other than dirt, I could have saved so many more and ruined so few. Now stop stalling, and walk-
“Do you need help, sir?”
My heart plummeted and the bouncing immediately started. I turned around nervously, trying to form a single cohesive thought. A man was standing halfway in the doorway.
Don’t bother him, just say that I’m in the wrong spot.
“Uhh… N-”
My voice caught in my throat, almost causing me to cough.
“Y-yes. Is this the v-veterans’ therapy thing?”
Why did I say that?
The man stepped out of the doorway, a small smile now on his face. “Yep, this is it. You must be Billy, right? Charlotte told me that you were going to start showing up. I’m Richard, and yes, my friends call me Dick.”
Richard stuck out his hand. I stared at it for a split second before realizing I needed to shake it. As I did, I realized that it felt wrong. It was too tough to be a normal Human hand, it was almost like metal.
I looked up from the hand. “Y-you’re an amputee too?”
Richard smiled widely. “Sure am. Lost it on Sillis to an Arxur. I can see - feel - that you lost an arm as well.”
“Yeah… I’d prefer n-not to talk about it.”
Richard lost his smile, but not his courtesy. “I understand. I wasn’t able to even look at mine for a long time. Quite a few were just as unfortunate as us, a number of them come to these sessions as well. Would you like to step in? I was only going to leave to grab some refreshments.”
“S-sure. Yeah. I’ll find a seat.”
“Great, I’ll be right back.”
Richard departed for the end of the hall, leaving me standing awkwardly in front of the door. I could feel the pit begin to grow again and my leg started to bounce furiously.
Why did I say yes? Why did I say yes? Why did I say yes? Why did I say yes?
I’m in too deep now to back out, all I can do is go through the motions. It’s just motions. Just another step. One more breath. That’s all I have to do.
I stepped into the room, keeping my head lowered the entire time. There were three other people in the room, chatting idly with one another. Two Humans were chatting together, only briefly pausing to glance at me before starting right back up. The Venlil looked up from his phone and patted the seat next to himself, inviting me to sit next to him.
I sighed internally and made my way over, not wanting to set myself apart as the outcast. The Venlil watched me sit and only started talking when I was settled in. “Hi, I’m Tunek.”
I gave him a short nod, looked away, and realized I was supposed to give my own name. “I-I’m Billy.”
Tunek watched my hand for a moment, before leaning back in his chair. “So, is this your first time being at one of these?”
I nodded quickly. “Yes. I’m only here because of a friend.”
Tunek nodded. “Hey, as long as it gets you here. Just taking the first step is all it takes to start the journey. I stole that from Dick, but don’t tell him I said that.”
I nodded. “Sure.”
Tunek tilted his head in concern and moved to respond, but Richard returned just before he could speak. “Alright, I’m back with the waters and the snacks, why don’t we all grab one before we start?”
Everyone but me left their spot to grab something from the cooler that Richard brought back. The two Humans returned to their seats with some water and a cereal bar each, but Tunek hesitated when he started to return. He took a step, paused when he saw me, and turned back to grab another water and snack bar. He must have been hungry.
I looked down at myself as he walked back. Even if I was hungry, I didn’t deserve something to eat. My suffering was my punishment for what I had done and what I had failed to do. I don’t know why I’m here, I don’t deserve to get better. I’m just dirt, I should just-
“Here you go.”
I looked up to see Tunek handing me a bottle of water and a piece of fruit leather. Tentatively, I reached out and grabbed them. “How’d you know I was hungry?”
Tunek shrugged. “A hunch. It’s a little early for dinner and a bit after lunch and I figured I would be peckish around this time so you might be as well.”
I set the water bottle to the side and peeled open the fruit leather. “Thanks…”
“No problem.”
Richard took a sip of his water as I took my first bite, setting the bottle aside as he began to speak. “Alighty, now that everyone has something to keep them awake, I can start talking. As you might have noticed, we have a new member joining us today. So why don’t we all introduce ourselves? John, do you want to start with a name and a little about yourself?”
The man with short, brown-blonde hair sat up straight. “Sure, I’ll get this started. I’m John, I served the UN for four years before we made first contact, but only served for one after. I’m an only father, but I like to think that my wife is looking down from heaven trying to guide me. However, with how old Rachel is, it feels less like guiding and more strength-giving. Oh, and I hate the taste of lemons. I think that’s about it.”
The mention of lemons caused my stomach to tie itself in a knot. James always hated the taste of lemons. Just another reminder of how useless I am.
The man to the left of John smiled. “I guess it’s my turn. My name is Carter. I served the UN for three years until I was discharged for repeated disorderly conduct. I was in a bad spot for a while, but with the help of Dick here I got out of it. Well, start getting out of it. I still have some… flare-ups, but that’s why I’m here.”
Carter smiled, but it was sad. Tunek let him have his moment of silence, encouraging the veteran to be with his emotions for a moment, before starting his own introduction. “Well, I guess you already know my name, but for the sake of completion, I’ll say it again. I’m Tunek. I served the Venlil Space Force for around one Earth year before first contact, where I served with the UN until the conflict with the Yulpa on Grenelka. I… well… after that I couldn’t serve anymore. Something else… I’ve always wanted to learn how to play an instrument properly, but never had the drive to do it. That’s about it for me. Dick, since you were so kind to leave yourself for last, I think it’s your turn.”
Richard chuckled. “Yeah, I guess it is. Well, like I said earlier, my name is Richard, but don’t be afraid to call me Dick. I come from a military family and have always known the dangers of signing up, but that didn’t stop me. I didn’t realize that the war was affecting me until Milieu. Then and there I knew what needed to be done. Once the war was over, I went straight to work creating this.”
Richard paused for a moment to catch his breath. ”I knew that therapists were going to be swamped and many veterans were going to be left behind, so I took what little experience and knowledge I had with my military family and used it to help as many as I could. So now I meet with tons of veterans throughout the week to help them adjust to civilian life and overcome their internal struggles. I’m glad that you have joined us today and hope that we give a good first impression.”
I wasn’t ready for him to stop talking and scrambled to get my words out. “Y-yeah. So far everyone seems nice.”
“Well, if it’s good for you then it’s good for me. With that all out of the way, why don’t we jump right in? I’m not the type to beat around the bush. Let’s start with a simple recap of the week. How have you all been this last week? Any wins, losses, jumps, or setbacks? Remember, there’s no judgment here. We are all suffering together, but we heal together as well.”
The room was silent for a moment, everyone looking for someone else to start the chain, before Carter spoke up. “I guess I’ll go first, if you’ll let me.”
Richard sat down. “Of course Carter, whenever you are ready.”
Carter nodded and propped himself up on his elbows. “I, uh… I had another meltdown, on Wednesday. It came out of nowhere. Happened in the middle of the supermarket, I thought I was… I managed to make it home in time before it really started, but just barely. I was hardly in my room before I started bawling. I… I feel so alone sometimes. I can be in the middle of the supermarket and feel like I’ve been stranded on an island alone f-for years. I m-miss them so much. Y-you all have made it easier, but sometimes… Sometimes it’s too much.”
John placed a hand on Carter’s back and Richard offered a concerned look. “If you ever feel like that, feel free to call me.”
Carter sniffled and wiped away a forming tear. “I know, I know. You’ve told me before, and I almost did, but I thought that you wouldn’t need me bothering you in the middle of the day.”
“Carter, you know I would drop anything to come to your help. Only me dying could stop me.”
Carter leaned back in his chair and laughed even as he wiped away another tear. “Thank you, Dick, but please don’t go dying. You’re too nice for that.”
Richard smiled. “I don’t plan on it anytime soon, Carter. I still have so many more people to help.”
After a moment of silence, John took the initiative and started his own story. “I had a pretty big win this last week. I finally made it through a whole week without having suicidal thoughts.”
Richard smiled widely. “That's wonderful! I told you that you were making progress.”
“I know, but sometimes I feel like I have no purpose anymore. It’s overwhelming. My daughter is old enough to care for herself, I’m only working a menial labor job, I can’t find any hobbies to enjoy… I feel like nothing.”
“But you aren’t ‘nothing,’ you are you. And there is only one of you. I can’t go out and find another John, or another Carter, or Tunek, or Billy. You are all unique, and losing you would be a tragedy.”
Before I could stop myself, I spoke. “Am I really worth saving?”
Everyone went silent for a moment, caught off guard by my words. After Richard deciphered the sudden question, he gave a response with absolute certainty. “Absolutely. There is nothing in this world that can’t be forgiven or overcome.”
“Are you sure? After the things I’ve done… forget I said anything.”
Richard shook his head. “I can’t do that, Billy. I can’t willingly ignore someone in need.”
“I don’t need help. I’m getting exactly what I deserve for what I have done.”
“And what have you done?”
“I… I don’t want to talk about it.”
Richard sighed. “That’s okay, for now. Eventually, you will have to come to terms with it, but for now, you can just listen if you want to.”
“Yeah. I think I’m just going to listen.”
I leaned back and crossed my arms, letting Tunek speak his mind. “I think I know what you are going through. Not the specifics, but I think I can get a general idea.”
“No, I don’t think you do.”
Tunek was silent for a moment, before looking away from me and speaking. “I was on the Cradle when it fell, and on Sillis when the Arxur raided it, and on Milieu fighting off the Kolshians. I tried to save as many people as I could, but in the end, I could only make their passing less painful. I couldn’t even save my partner. I froze in the moment. I could have saved him. But I was frozen in fear. His death is entirely on my shoulders. I’m still fighting that to this day.”
I stared at Tunek for a second, before turning away and sighing. They didn’t know what I was going through, no one could. They didn’t know my crimes, if they did they would kick me out. Their problems, no matter how real, were nothing compared to mine. They still could be helped, I couldn’t.
Could I? If all these people could heal, why couldn’t I?
Because my crimes are too severe.
I… yeah…

I (25m) was laid off at my internship last month, only started around mid Jan. I live in London (at home with my parents, so thankfully my costs are low) and I graduated University in 2020 having studied Product Design, when I graduated it was the middle of COVID so I had no idea what to do, I had really low confidence after struggling at uni and had no idea what to go into. I stayed home and worked towards passing my drivng license which I eventually did.
I hadnt worked any kind of job at all so after I year I started working at a local caffeteria at a nature reserve centre. it got me some good experince and helped with my confidence but I felt bad that I wasnt doing anthing around my degree, I loved design and making things so I got into UX/UI Design because of my grapic design skills the seemingly high availability of jobs. So I took some courses and made a portfolio, did some work for a friend of mine but couldnt get anywhere until I found a small agency which took me on for an unpaid internship 2 months, which turned to a 3 month paid internship but I was cut off due to the company not being able to get enough work.
Back in the job market but I have no idea what to do, applying like crazy but it feels impossible to get anywhere, do I need to switch paths? go back to studying? Eveyone around me says "just keep applying". I wanted to avoid work that involved writing or speeking since I'm a very visual person.
At this point it feels like the only thing I'm qualified for are low end cafe/retail jobs, and even these have felt impossible to get.

I have been having troubles with extreme period pain ever since I got my first period. It started out with manageable period pain but then started getting worse and worse every time. Eventually when I was 15 I went to the youth clinic and got prescribed birth control pills to be able to avoid the periods and therefore be able to avoid the pain. I was taking the birth control pills everyday but was told to stop taking them for four days if I start bleeding. This way I was able to only get my period about twice a year, but still when I got it, the pain was excruciating, I could not go to school or do any work from home, since it impacted my everyday life I went back to the youth clinic and they referred me to the obgyn I also got prescribed two types of stronger pain killers but neither of them did anything for me.
At the obgyn when I was 16/17 they suggested I put in an IUD while taking birth control pills at the same time to try to stop the bleeding for good. I did this and the IUD hurt so much the following days, no pain killers were helping and it was just the worst period cramps going on for a month straight. After that month I decided I couldn’t take it anymore and asked to get it removed, they kept telling me to keep for a couple weeks more but the pain was so much I really couldn’t. After that I was told that there was nothing else to do, I had tried the options and I had gotten all the prescribed meds I could and since the birth control pills makes me pain free for at least 5 months I should consider myself lucky. I asked then about endometriosis since I had been googling around but I got told that they wouldn’t diagnose that since that would be unnecessary.
I’ve been continuing to take the birth control pills everyday without any breaks and they work fine, until they don’t anymore, I am 19 now. Yesterday I started bleeding and the pain was extreme, I couldn’t sleep all night and yesterday it just kept coming. This night I also kept waking up from the pain and this morning was so bad I was screaming and crying and couldn’t stop because it felt like I was going to die, I felt very faint and I have fainted a couple times before from cramps. It got so bad I looked up the gyn ER and on the website they said to call before you come in. I called them two times and they didn’t answer, I eventually called another number for health advice and they told me to go in anyways. I called the ER another two times but then eventually just went in anyway. When I was there they told me I should consider myself lucky that I only get about two periods a year and they asked what I was expecting from them, that they can’t do anything to help. I didn’t know what I was expecting, at this point I had just gone through the worst cramps in my life for over an hour and I’d do anything for it to not happen again, I got sent home without any check ups and told to get an appointment for the other clinic I have already been on to get evaluated for endometriosis.
I feel so hopeless with getting help, anytime I do I get told that there’s nothing they can do and I’ll just have to live with this pain, but I can’t, it hurts so bad. I can’t describe the pain, putting it on a scale isn’t enough, and knowing there is nothing I can do about it makes me very depressed and ashamed about asking for help. Any suggestions are welcome

Hey
I want someone who'll value family. Who knows through themselves how painful struggles are. Who is mature enough to keep open and value the person's heart and soul or can see it which leads to valuing and learning to respect and is part of seeing the person.
I want someone who is level headed and won't back down and back out cause something didn't play by their rules. If you think life's perfect then you are very wrong. Even those who have it like movies develop mental health issues and anyone who has seen it all can see that these people who live in the movies are very unreasonable and unrealistic. Meaning real life takes work through struggles and tests the determination to express the love an individual holds, outwardly.
I am a person who loves freely and truly believes love has no price. But must be respected and i give you as you give me. If you give me attention I'll give it back. I don't believe in looks but I do believe in attraction. It's not that I don't love you cause you are fat it's cause I love you and don't won't to lose you so we work out. But if you feel irritated cause you have it laying there like unwashed choirs then maybe we need to rethink together why it is important for you to do so.
Not just cause I said so or it's important and obvious but rather what's in you're heart and soul. Why and what's and I am willing to sit there and hold you very tightly but it all falls apart for me when you leave cause you couldn't find me and that's happened alot and happens alot. Hence I don't believe in the movie trope nor the gf bf trope.
You want a fun guy cause your work life demands you act in an orderly manner or you just want to have a guy make you laugh then you go back to the 19th century and marry the jester of the kings Court. I am not that guy. I wear torn shirts, meaning i dont abide by sociectal norms however i keep myself presentable outside cause i am introverted. I care about my hygiene cause it's irritating and I like to keep things good. Even if it is by making myself smell better by taking a bath or having a tidy space. It's the essence of probably stoicism probably. Maybe.
However, I leave everything up for discussion and debate with you. All of this I say is for you to see and judge for yourself. I can assure you no relationship is perfect and we'll have our little things. I will get irritated and you might too. But if you say me myself and I without thinking that I am also a part of you then sorry girl you are all about yourself and none about the person or its that you are about your feelings and not the person.
I am slow and have some issues of my own. I am sorting them out and it leaves a beautiful room full of opportunities to stand back and grow and watch things unfold and learn. I am very keen on sharing that with you. I am very excited each day to see you. Once you do show me true affection and care I'll do whatever I can to let that empower me in my dark days and think about us rather then me. I communicate and I communicate well. I stand my ground and won't shy away from taking it how it is and thinking about it and then coming to you. I want growth like that. Deep rooted. Practical growth.
I love music. I love sharing and loving in general the world is cold, calculated and egoistic and very selfish and mean. I want someone the opposite and grow to becoming what they call twin flames. Soulmates. Care givers and caretakers.

Csm manga spoilers ahead. I just finish reading the first part of csm and I enjoyed how fast things took a turn and how people were getting sent to hell, important characters were dying, new power full devils were showing up, and what was denji killing cool devils turned into denji fighting the most powerful girl in the world and all of her puppets just to stop her from creating a new world and so he could live on, I also enjoyed eureka 7 a lot especially when it all went to space and stuff, I just want a show to watch with lots of raw emotion preferably a romance subplot, tower of god was a good watch for me 86 aswell, just something with a great story with likeable characters action and if possible a romance subplot, not necessary though

I don’t hate you. How could I? I don’t think I ever could, to be honest. With all our history and with all of our memories, I’m incapable of hating you. With all of our words spoken, our letters written, and our million “I love you’s” that we screamed, I couldn’t and wouldn’t ever hate you.

I just hate that I still love you.

It’s hard to even feel my fingers type this. It’s like the bones in my body still don’t want to accept it either. It’s been so many days, yet, I still think of who we used to be. Of who you once were when you were with me. I still dream of you. And when I do, I spend the whole rest of the day wondering where you are and what you’re doing now.
I bet you are telling someone else you love them. And I bet you mean it. That’s the saddest part. Is that you really truly mean it.

But, you meant it when you said it to me too.

Don’t worry, I’m not going to try to win you back. Or try to smash thoughts of me into your head. I’m not going to come up with some devious plan to fly to where you are. I’m done with pretending there will ever be a “you and me” because I know there never will be again.
I just hate that you are still wired in my brain. I hate that I write about you all the time. I hate that when you tell me about her, I get jealous. I hate that I have to walk by the place we had our first kiss almost everyday. And I hate that I hate it.
I wish I could feel like a normal human being. Don’t normal people move on faster? Do they move on for good? Do they forget the past? I bet they don’t dream about their past lover. But maybe, that’s because they didn’t have a normal love.

What we had wasn’t normal. It was crazy. It was an addictive, over the top, I can’t live without you, type of love.

I try to convince myself sometimes that I don’t love you. I guess it’s true in some way. I’m not in love with you anymore. I don’t love who you are now, because I barely know you.

But, I do know that I still love the you who loved me.

And I love the you who treated me like gold. And I love the you who cried when you left me.
I don’t hate you for leaving. I don’t hold a grudge on you. I don’t hate that you’re with someone else. I just know that I’ll always carry love for the person you once were. And the person who never would’ve let me go.
Thank you for making me always feel safe. Thank you for loving me through so many years. And thank you for letting me love you so hard, that I could never ever hate you. And thank you for loving me so damn hard, so I could always love the guy you used to be.

This is going to be long, sorry about that.
Hi, so I, a male (27), I have to put the reality that I have a bulged disc and have to to rest for 2 months while I get back to normal; with the assistance of physical therapist, medicine, and rest/ stretches. I have told my family but well they said “you still have to pull your weight” but that pain is an 11/10 after a while. I’m doing better now as I’m able to stand and walk longer; sitting takes its toll still. But they really don’t like me to rest. My mom (F, 52) advocates to go against PT advice and well she did that and now she has a calcified herniated disc due to her stubbornness; she didn’t want to listen to her own PT’s advice.
So my family takes these stray pregnant cat into the apartment. We noticed she has a flea collar and looked clean; but she could have been out there for months or weeks. And well the stray actually gave birth that same day. So that great right? Well on the 3rd day of having her; we were Looking for 2 kittens that ran around and we found them. However, my mom hears the dog howling downstairs and is like “if you go down there, bring him up, my poor dog is losing it”. The dog is a chihuahua / Yorkie mix that clearly has separation anxiety. So I go down there, take a break while they are upstairs and raise my legs cause pain started coming. I bring the dog back up because well she said “they’ve brought the dogs up and it’s went well”. So I bring the dog up, struggling, but I do it (I’m using a cane). We had a gate that would keep the stray in a room. As I get there, my sister (F, 25) is next to the gate. My mom says “let him down”, to which I do. The stray hears that and my sister to slow to react, being next to the gate allows the cat to shove the gate and goes for my dog. I jump into action and try holding the cat down with my arm cause well, it’s my dog; had him since a puppy for crying out loud. And I saw her stance, we own cats (for years), stray was getting ready to jump and attack my dog, so I had to jump. But remember I have a bulged disc on my right side. So I jump and she leaves me with 4 bites; deep hole in my wrist and forearm and a bunch of scratches. I mean seeing that on my body, I’ve never been so enraged. The damage was insane and that happened like 12:45-1pm. But I got up; hurting up my progress for my disc and my arm beat with holes; both on my right side, mind you. My sister and mother tell me told me to leave and didn’t thank me for preventing another attack on my dog. I went downstairs trying to calm down. My mom tried to remedy it to gain sympathy and I’m like “kick the stray out or once the babies are good, kick her out”. I felt like reprimanding the stray for how she left my body and hurt my dog. I was trying to calm down and my mother decided to blast music and I’m like “can you turn it off for a few minutes? I’m trying to calm down”. She respond with “No I want some noise, some music”. I responded with “or call animal control cause I’m going up there for quietness, it was that loud. She’s like “no and says I’ll call the police on you if you go up there”. I’m like “call them, I just took a photo of my arm and it’s time stamped before you call them because she is a stray”. I go there and just drop on the bed but my sister and mom were telling me to leave. It doesn’t stop bleeding so I call my GF (F 25) because she has had cats and dogs and saved strays too. And she also agree that if she attacked once. She agrees I did the right thing to protect my dogs and I confided in her in how I wanted to reprimand the cat because my family told me to the leave the room and didn’t help me calm down. My GF advised that I got to the ER after I told her the situation to get my rabies shot. So I went, as I’m there my bulged disc starts hurting like crazy. I try using multiple chairs to elevate my legs to reduce the pain but pain is like 8/10. I had to do scans for an x-ray and my arm I notice is still squirting and oozing and entry bite wounds are black, my wrist is swollen to the point gravity hurts it; I honestly felt like crying; back is now 8/10 in pain and wrist 9/10. The radiologist made me do poses that were uncomfortable and hurt like crazy. They do a bl$&d analysis and are like “we think we’re gonna give you antibiotics and re-administer some vaccines cause that stray looks like it had something in its bites, as determined from the entry wounds. The swelling was also another worrisome thing about it, so they gave 3 Tylenols, tetanus shot, rabies shot, and 4 antibiotics for each wound. They were painful and I had gone through so much pain for the day, I could barely walk home at this point and felt like my right arm and leg were gonna fall off my body. At this time I realized my family didn’t even offer to help me. When I got home I needed to raise my legs for a few minutes and didn’t want to be in their vicinity. As I’m still letting that help me, my sister is like “Hi, scoot over, my drink is here” and I’m like “There is an empty sofa over there?” And she says “is it even that bad?” referring to my right wrist and forearm injury from the stray. I’m like “no shit, if I got 8-9 shots, now give me a minute, I’ll move soon”. She’s like “well I want to sit here”. I’m like “how about you check on the stray you sided with while I protected our dog? And stop being a d@$&head” And she makes the excuse “she stopped or was gonna stop!” And she said “you didn’t have to stop her”. I’m like “I did something you both weren’t going to do or were to slow to do and I needed to protect our dog” and her response is “who’s gonna protect her?”. My mom smiling and laughing and I’m like “I protect our dog and not even a thank you, Screw it”. And I continued with “yall didn’t really care if I was okay not even to help”. Luckily my GF was on the phone hearing everything and as I’m talking her to make me feel less alone, my mom blasts the music on purpose so I couldn’t hear her or her me but I had earphones with a mic. We concluded that it was best to Alienate myself from my family. AITA for trying to remove the cats?
Update 1: So it’s been a week since I wrote this. We tried to have someone from a none-profit organization to collect the kittens cause the living environment that my family has them in includes housing them in a location that can be taken at anytime. Feeding them from 3-6 hours, not picking up the feces or fecal matter. We tried talking to them the day before about surrendering the cats. So I wouldn’t have to call animal control and go straight to a caring resource. My family threatened to destroy my property and things, including kicking me out to an unstable apartment or throwing my stuff out, if I didn’t return the cats. I ended up crying in the middle of a train station with my GF and made a compromise to keep my stuff until I move it to storage (like my family wanted) and live with my family once I returned the cats. So I comprised and brought the cats back.
Update 2: it’s been 2 weeks and now my family wants me to leave, even though they have the cats. And that I need to go but I don’t have anywhere to officially go. Do you have any words for my situation?

Greetings!
We would like to continue with energy work.
In todays session, we are desirous of speaking about the vertical dimension of your body or that which would be understood as the anaerobic or 'without oxygen.'
Firstly, we ask the rhetorical: Why did the Monks and Yogi's live in the mountains?
We of J believe the monks and yogi's lived in the mountains to live in crisp, oxygen depleted air. We also believe they lived in mountains due to how prana moves through mountainous environments.
The closest low-land air ever comes to being crisp would be in your harsh winters where temperatures are below freezing.
Within an environment that has a severe lack of oxygen, breathing is something you do entirely manually to keep yourself from constantly fainting or tripping, each breath in-fact is a trip through the anaerobic system. Monks spend years learning how to not space out in a most literal sense lest they die of carbon dioxide poisoning.
Each breath, however small or large, supplies the monk with aerobic potential which he utilizes to keep himself awake and aware of what is happening in the world - this builds a positive charge.
To be willing to partake in the world of the living, requires typically more positive energy than negative, which many may understand as work ethic in your culture.
Breathing exercises for working monks revolved around washing dishes, cleaning and tidying, praying and a variety of other physical labors that went from as intensive as running around everywhere and chopping trees, to as relaxing as learning how to see different colours or floating in the air (levitation).
With aerobic potential or positive charge, we of J think anything as fantastical as your movie and cartoon depictions of super-powers is possible. However, harnessing aerobic breathing is very difficult because in the low-lands, oxygen is usually so abundant that one does not realize how each breath vitalizes the body and in which areas.
Anaerobic Potential:
However, we of J believe there is an entirely different side to the body that does not rely on oxygen at all. We also believe many confuse this energy system as the array of pains and pleasures they feel going through life, such as breaking an arm, going through a break up, fulfillment or even profound states of satori.
We of J believe that much of human experience in-fact is centered around the anaerobic side of your mind/body.
When oxygen is not required, things that would make you look as alike a superhero with oxygen would then seem childish when done without oxygen.
We of J believe that most spiritual work asks one to focus on anaerobic contractions of focus and in bolstering the strength of this muscle, one can navigate your planet with great freedom.
The anaerobic system works within deeper structures of the central nervous system, it is hard to feel but without being unconscious, yet if one can experience this nervous system entirely with will power alone through dedicated meditative practice, that same entity will be able to traverse the empty space not only within themselves but the Universe itself.
For many, the anaerobic nervous system and its corresponding contractions are 'autonomic.' Meditators train for many years but usually in good environmental conditions, to gain mastery over the centers of the body that do not require oxygen to manipulate. In doing so, it becomes possible to create whichever hormone one so desires merely by stimulating the gland directly.
In yoga, beginners must learn a set of muscular contractions, learning all these muscular contractions would take some many years, but students of yoga plan on living hundreds of years so they usually do not mind.
The first muscular contraction is to liberate or free sexual energy which is the pelvic floor lift which we explained a few sessions back. This lift prepares the anaerobic system for blood-flow.
The final muscular contraction is to find the Dao in thinking hard and softly to move consciousness into hyperspace, this works the entire throat chakra which humans would understand as the default mode network.
All the contractions in the middle are what entities would term their life story or most vivid experiences of life, which settle automatically between the lower and upper spine.
In mastering all anaerobic contractions to generate higher experience, the Yogi may undergo death and rebirth to continue his training in a newer, fitter body that can handle large quantities of life-force.
In doing these exercises for hundreds of years more, one realizes that all is Thought, and balancing thinking and energy (relaxation) is the aim of the Simulation.
The Dao of Thinking:
Thinking is a balancing act, humans swing in a variety of different ways, but it is always a back and forth of the left and right hemisphere. To find the Dao or Middle, is to find the point where one is both thinking in a relaxed form and in a tense form such that one feels a sense of rising or lifting.
This is done correctly when one feels their head vibrating or 'tensing.'
As one familiarizes themselves with this contraction, a sense of yawning may come over you, it is important to not waste the energy, so it is better to hold the yawn in and use it for something more profound.
One will then contract all their thinking potential at the same time, which you may have done at a young age when you had a deep sense of doom come over you or felt profoundly excited and time started moving very slowly.
By contracting thinking potential all at once but with the anaerobic system, we can effect the pineal gland piezoelectrically and begin to sync with the magnetic environment around us.
Drugs and the Anaerobic Nervous System:
We of J believe this nervous-system is very hard to feel in your world due to environmental issues which include wifi among other things.
Boomers, as your world terms them, are quite familiar with this nervous-system and very much struggle using your technology because it was simply not necessary to think so deeply about life such that it required dexterous hands and a quick left and right hemisphere.
Losing feeling of this nervous-system completely causes suicidal thoughts and depression we believe, gaining feeling of this nervous-system awakens you to pains that you have equally been ignoring.
We of J hope that the drugs of your world may soon help the common man or woman make contact with their inner world.
For those who are very interested in this nervous system, we of J are currently working with our instrument such that he may explain how you can awaken it with will-power predominantly.
If you have any questions about the 'anaerobic nervous system' as we are calling it, please do ask.

I’ve been invited to move out with some friends as they’re looking for a nicer place and need help paying for it. I have no financial issues and make more than they do but my main concern are my parents.
I want to move out so i can feel more independent and also just feel a bit more free somewhere. My parents would say I’m just doing it so i can hang out with friends 24/7 and that I should save money if i decide to go back to school or get a place all for myself. Truth be told i dont like living at home and feel stuck there, i have everything i want with no challenge and feel like im going through the motions of going to work then home to eat and lounge all day. Im just stumped on what i should say to them or if its a good idea, all i know is that i feel stuck where i am right now and feel like i haven’t learned anything for being independent.

In a lot of ways I'm having a very poly, very relationship anarchy version of the cliche "I'm in love with my best friend, help!" situation. I hope you read on though, because while I think the prototypical advice for this is "just tell them how you feel!", I think that advice is at the very least not clear cut in this situation. Or maybe I'm too close to it and that's exactly what I should do! Therein lies the problem.
In short, I'm in a situation where I have a proper serious crush on my best friend / semi-platonic life partner* (more on our relationship later); we've already proven to be really compatible people, and I think there's a real possibility that exploring kink and more romantic-style intimacy would be very positive, and it's something I'm curious about (to put it in more RA terms). That being said, I really love where our semi-platonic relationship has landed -- it's comfortable, it's unusual in a cool way, and I would be so happy to just have a version of what we have now for the rest of our lives. Part of my nerves for the "just tell them how you feel!" thing comes from that last part: I truly would be so happy with our relationship the way it is for the rest of our lives. If I knew that telling them how I feel compromises that, I just wouldn't. If I knew it just wouldn't work out between us, I just wouldn't. I've felt this way about them for a long time and really not struggled with the feelings, but I'm worried I might regret not asking just in case that's a relationship we could explore.
If you stop reading now the above is the core of my problem, but there's some extra context that does add color to it that I'll provide here below. For one, we both summarize our relationship to other people as (depending on how well they know poly / RA terms) either "besties / best friends" or "semi-platonic life partners". The most accurate summary I can give that isn't 10 paragraphs is essentially: emotionally sensual, somewhat physically intimate platonic life partners. We're very comfortable cuddling and being naked around each other, we do some non-sexual kink exploration together (like shibari), we are extremely emotionally close, and we're just two degenerate queers who like play and the outdoors and many other shared interests. We switch off between Riley and Jonesy energy (if you know Letterkenny; two hockey bro types that are always up to silly shenanigans) to art hoes and everything in-between. It's a special relationship already.
They are also in a romantic relationship with a good friend of mine (29M), and the three of us consider ourselves to be a thruple / polycule, just with one platonic member (me). They're very happy in that relationship and get their romantic needs met well in it. We all love each other a lot and generally are excited about a future together (all 3 of us). There's even been discussion of having children together (as in having, y'know, not just raising).
So it's tricky: I love where we're at. Our thruple is weird and cool and very very comfortable. The other two members have their needs met very well in this structure. So far our positioning as a group is that we're all open to a 4th member so that I also have romantic needs met, so it's got long term space for whatever. There's a wonderful thing here that I don't want to compromise, but that chance that a romantic relationship with my bestie would work is something I keep coming back to. Plus I feel like I'm keeping a secret from them, which I hate -- we don't really do that with anything else. It doesn't get in the way of my romantic relationships--I have a very lovely romantic relationship that's building with someone outside of this thruple--and like I said I'd be so happy to leave it as is if that's the best version of our relationship.
So uh, that's a little rambly. Thanks for reading to the end. Any advice or insight would be appreciated!

Hello!
I'm a small time streamer and mostly just stream for fun. I used to just stream on twitch, but i've decided i'd like to try dual streaming on youtube also as twitch isnt very good at promoting smaller channels. Past week or two i havent really had any new people come into my streams
I've done lots or stuff like writing a bio, added a link to my youtube on twitch and visa versa, made a shedule, one of my friends is a mod for me, and i've set up some auto block features in my chat so i dont get bombarded and pestered by people trying to sell me banners and what not. Also in the process of making my own banner
I just have a few questions, atm the mic i use it connected to my headset for the xbox, will this pick up when i'm using streamlabs? I've also purchased a webcam which again will be connected to the xbox so same question? I have set it up on my laptop already so it should get the source from my xbox as long as i remember to remote sign in on the laptop
Is there like a mobile app similar to the stream manager for twitch? While using the basic version of streamlabs would there be a way for me to see my twitch chat in there at the same time as youtube?
Does stream labs automaticallynsave my streams or will i have to set it up somehow?
Sorry for all the questions, i wont be able to live stream on youtube just yet anyway as i've had to wait 24 hours after requesting it, and i know these questions may seem basic/silly, i just wanna feel as prepared as i can for the first time i use it so i dont feel too overwhlemed
Thanks so much in advance!

i live in the Philippines where rabies is freakin ENDEMIC, especially the province im living in. So everytime people get bit or scratch including healthy dogs & cats they will always get an anti rabies vaccine shot from public & private vaccination centers because of how serious Rabies here.
Anyway back to the real topic, I got scratched today May 21, 2024 around 5:30 PM (Philippine time) by my dog (he always stay inside the house but his rabies shots lapsed so of course I need to be sure for my own health) because he was so excited to see me. I washed my arm to check if i got abrasion/s… low and behold a kinda deep dot of abrasion STUNG when I sprayed alcohol. Me and my mom went to our nearest bite center, it was private. The nursed asked me on what happened and stuff and I answered all the basic stuff like “When was your last vaccine shots?” “Did this happened after 3 months?”. The nurse sprayed at the abrasions and it did confirmed sting.
annnndddd that is how I got my rabies boosters, and I have another good 3 months of protection to bites and scratches.