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The worst kinds of monsters are the ones that you don’t recognize at first. For some folks, monsters are closer than they may think - shrouded in the darkness, waiting for the opportunity to strike. For a lucky few, they are protected from monsters by their loved ones, and allowed to grow and succeed.
Such was the case with Diana and Adam, a couple from Buckhannon, West Virginia. They weren’t exactly the spitting image of love - they argued sometimes, worked opposite shifts, and didn’t go out on dates that often. But, they were married, and that’s a lot farther than most couples make it. Diana was the social butterfly of the pair - dozens of friends, good relationships with people all around town, and a reputation for always carrying a sincere smile on her face and a helping hand for anyone who needed it.
At first glance, you would think that she was the one who grew up there, not Adam, but that wasn’t the case. After all, they were living in Adam’s childhood home, gifted to them by his parents as a wedding gift (and excuse to move to Florida). Adam was somewhat of a recluse - he had fine social skills, but worked the graveyard shift and never left the house much other than that. People would sometimes shoot the two glances when they were rarely sighted together - the old saying “opposites attract” might be true after all.
While they were indeed opposites, and they didn’t show it often, they did love each other, and protected each other from the monsters of the world. Not that there were many to defend from in their sleepy little town - there hadn’t been anything more than petty crime since the early 1960s.
They had been living in their home for around three years, and for Diana, it was just starting to feel like a home. When they first moved in, the place had a somber atmosphere. There was no light from street lamps peeking in through the blinds, eager to dance on her velvety skin on dark nights. There were no honks of cars outside, or faint music from a party in the distance. The environment was entirely different from the city she was raised in - and it took her a while to not hate it. After making friends with people around Buckhannon, though, her relationship with the place began to heal - she wasn’t suddenly head over heels for it, but she understood it as a staging area for the true meaning of home - the people she surrounded herself with.
Adam was accustomed to the place immediately, having lived there for years, and didn’t exactly enjoy the constant slew of company that Diana had parading through their halls. After all, he was dead tired, come sunup, and just wanted peace and quiet when he got home. He would often disregard visitors in his living room, offering a simple nod and slight smile as he climbed the old creaky stairs to go to bed. This didn’t exactly paint him nor the couple well - why was Diana married to this antisocial oddity who didn’t even seem to want people in his house at all?
While their lifestyles didn’t exactly line up, they still tried to take each other’s needs into consideration. Diana would usually go over to others’ houses if she wasn’t working and wanted to spend time with friends. If she did have company over, she tried to keep the volume to a minimum, which isn’t exactly difficult with simple conversation and coffee. Conversely, Adam would carefully traverse the house at night to ready himself for work (as much as it allowed for, with its aged floorboards). He loved her enough to let her sleep, and she loved him enough to do the same.
It was on a rare night where Adam didn’t have work that the couple got to go to bed together. The crisp autumn night let them leave the windows open to be awoken by the sounds of the birds outside. They shared a rare kiss, and rolled onto opposite sides of the bed to hopefully get a full night of sleep - they didn’t have anything to do tomorrow, after all. Diana’s eyelids shuttered open to a mostly dark room, only pierced by a rare spot of light shining through the open window. Weird, she thought - rarely did the moonlight penetrate the treeline, although it may have been easier now, with the browned leaves crumpling off of the maple trees. Despite this oddity, everything else appeared normal - it was still dead silent, save for the distant crickets chirping in the woods. What had awoken her?
She tried to sit up, if nothing else to retrieve a glass of water. However, she could not. Her eyes widened as her heart began to race - she didn’t know what was happening, but she didn’t like it. The only part of her that could move were her emerald eyes, darting across the room and looking for anything that might be causing this, or anything she could use to snap herself out of it.
And then, it stepped into the light. Upon seeing it, she wanted to scream, loud enough to reduce every window in the house to sand. But she could not - her lungs seemed to be one of the only organs that worked, as she kept breathing, despite the fact that she didn’t want to risk making noise. Her heart also worked, evidently - it was beating so fast that she thought it might give out.
Standing in front of her was a man - or what looked like one. It was around seven feet tall, and had mostly human features, apart from a few things that were strictly impossible for any living person to have. Its right arm was completely gone. The right half of its face was that of an expressionless young man - the right, simply a rim of burnt flesh and muscle surrounding a skull. Its feet were missing their skin completely, although they were intact enough for it to stand.
This was it, she thought. I’m going to die here, in this bed, and my husband is going to find me when he wakes up. She didn’t have a choice but to wait for the ghoul to approach her and rip her to shreds, or do who knows what else. But as the seconds turned into minutes (or at least felt like them), the being stayed still. Its expression remained neutral - no murderous glee, anger, or even sadness. It didn’t seem to want to harm her - or at least she hoped. Suddenly, the window slammed shut, and she blinked for the first time since she woke up. The figure was gone, and the window was indeed sealed, rendering the room completely silent. Her husband stirred next to her, and peered over at her as she sat there, hyperventilating, having finally regained control of her motor functions. Rather than offering comfort, though, he simply rolled back over. He had stayed up all of last night and day so they could go to bed together, and nothing was going to stop him from resting, not even his clearly distraught wife.
Even though she wanted to, she didn’t mention it over breakfast the next day. She was afraid of many things. She was scared that Adam wouldn’t believe her, and would ridicule her or take the experience as yet another jab towards his childhood home. She was afraid she was losing her mind, and didn’t want to think about it. She just had to pray that it wouldn’t happen again, and spent her day looking over her shoulder.
An accident at the factory the next evening abruptly granted Adam the night off, and they spent it watching an old romantic comedy in the living room. Diana wasn’t feeling very romantic, however - every single crack of a twig from what was probably just deer outside nearly sent her into a panic attack. Whatever that thing was, she didn’t want to see it again. She even prayed for the first time in years, simply to request that whatever foul spirit haunted her nightmares be banished. She drifted off to sleep with this as a slight comfort.
All comfort shattered immediately when she woke up in the darkness again. The being spared no time to hide in the shadows this time - Diana immediately saw it, staring out the window. It turned its head towards her, and she internally grimaced - its face was just as unsettling a sight as it was the previous night. This time, though, something about it was different - it had actual emotion on what remained of its face, even if just slightly. She saw a dull sadness, perhaps with a taste of bitterness, but she couldn’t see quite that much detail. All she knew was that whatever it was, it looked like it was hurting.
It suddenly raised its arm, and she felt a wave of cold air pass over her. She blinked, but it didn’t disappear. It stood, almost as if it was waiting for her to move towards it. To her surprise, she could - she cautiously lifted her torso up in the bed and moved the covers off of her legs, never taking her eyes off of it. Once she was out of bed, they stood and looked at each other, as if in a game of cat and mouse for who would move first. Ultimately, Diana won that competition, and the being turned and walked towards the bedroom’s door frame. It stopped mere feet from it, and turned its head back towards her, waiting for her. Everything inside of her, from her past experiences to basic survival instinct, was screaming at her not to follow it. But she somehow knew that it wasn’t going to harm her. She didn’t necessarily feel safe around it, but something compelled her to follow it.
So she did. She followed it down the stairs, and down another set into the boiler room. It led her towards a corner of the basement, and then turned around. She began looking around the room, searching for what this thing may have led her to. She tried to speak, but found herself unable to. The light coming through the window slightly shifted, and she saw a handle on the wall that matched the color of the paint surrounding it. It was a crawl space door, partially blocked by boxes and paint cans, but just barely visible. The being motioned for her to open it.
She had already made a stupid decision by following it down here, she reasoned - why should she enter a dark, dank crawlspace? This brief moment of logic and reason was quickly overridden by another voice within her head - hers still, but bearing different reasoning. “If it wanted to kill me, wouldn’t it have done so already?” she thought, and this was enough to get her to move the boxes, shift the paint cans aside, and try the door handle. It didn’t budge at first, as it was apparently sealed. After a few more violent tugs and the severing of the rubber seal surrounding the door, it violently swung open. Immediately, a foul smell permeated through the cold air, and she immediately began profusely gagging. It was a smell more horrible than anything she had ever had the misfortune of experiencing - worse than sewage, or spoiled food. It was the smell of rot.
The being was unfazed by this, and again motioned for her to go through the door, with a point from a finger that was barely attached to its decaying hand. Despite the fact that she had moments before been rolling on the ground, trying not to vomit, she again felt compelled to listen to the figure. She made her way through the tight tunnel, scraping her knees against the oddly brown-stained concrete, until she found herself in a room big enough that she could stand up. She fumbled around for a light switch, and didn’t find one. Regardless, the single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling flicked on, and when the room lit up, she couldn’t hold back the sickness anymore. She vomited all over the floor before collapsing against the wall, sobbing. She was still unable to speak or scream - despite her best efforts.
Inside the room were no less than twenty corpses, all stacked in a heap in the corner. Some were almost skeletal, while some appeared fresh. Lining the walls were dozens of instruments of torture, some foreign, some disturbingly familiar. She could not believe what she was seeing - a cell of death hiding beneath her home for who knows how long. The light flickered, and the being appeared in the center of the room. In the light, she could see more of its hideous features - a slit throat, missing fingers, missing teeth from the protruding skull. It calmly walked towards her as she sobbed, preparing to join the pile. But it did not touch her. It stood over her as she opened her eyes again, and extended its decomposing hand to her.
She was baffled, to say the least. Why did this thing bring her down here? Was it the one responsible for this? If not, then who did this? Questions raced through her overwhelmed mind as she raised her head to look at it once again. As they looked at each other, she suddenly understood, and all of the questions were answered. She took its hand, and rose to her feet. It looked at her for a few more seconds, and the light flickered again. It was gone.
The next morning, Diana made breakfast in the kitchen, shaking with anticipation for when her husband would awaken. She did not get an ounce of sleep after what had happened - she spent the night cleaning her vomit from the floor and sealing the door with superglue. She was so lost in thought, thinking about what had happened, that when a hand was placed on her shoulder, she nearly jumped out of her skin. Adam spun her around and pinned her against the stove. He firmly asked what she was doing in the basement last night.
How did he know? Diana wasn’t sure, but she quickly lied about going downstairs to change the temperature on the thermostat. His grip on her shoulders eased up a bit, and she exhaled in relief - before he raised his voice. She looked at him, shocked, as he yelled at her to never go down there without him again. He turned and left the kitchen and the house, slamming the front door as he left.
The next few weeks were uneasy. Diana walked on eggshells around Adam, who refused to even look at her. She didn’t know if he had anything to do with what she found, but she did not want to believe it. Even so, his family had owned the house since it was built - who else could it have been? She tried not to think about it, and didn’t even see friends anymore, in fear that she would accidentally reveal her secret. Even on nights where he was off work, they did not sleep together - she took the spare bedroom and locked the door. She didn’t get good sleep - but she slept through the night.
One night, she woke up in the pitch black once again. The being needed no introduction, standing by her bedside and waiting for her to awaken. It began walking towards the door again, and she followed without hesitation this time - whatever it had to show her, she was ready to see it. She found herself in the basement once again, as it simply stood there and looked at her. She couldn’t say anything to it, which was fine - she didn’t have anything to say.
Suddenly, the door to the basement flew open, the lights flicked on, and Adam flew down the stairs, angrier than she had ever seen him. As she tried to back up against the wall, he grabbed her arm and began screaming at her. As he yelled in her face, she had a choice to make, and she chose to push him away. He stumbled backwards to the edge of the shadows of the basement’s darkest corners, and in that instant, a rotting hand grabbed him and violently yanked him into the darkness. The lights cut out, as shrieks and squeals echoed from the corner. Just as suddenly as they started, though, they stopped. She stood there, completely emotionless, in the pitch dark.
The basement was entirely silent, as was the outside world - the crickets were quiet, there was no wind, and the radiator had stopped humming. The moonlight seeping into the room illuminated only the floor, where a pool of crimson blood slowly grew larger. Out of the shadows stepped the being, its wet, skinned feet slapping against the concrete. It did not move towards her - it just stared.
Then, out of the one eye it still had, it began to cry. It did not make noise, but teardrops rolled down its cheeks, and the sound of them falling off of its face and into the puddle of blood became the only noise in the room. At that moment, she finally understood.
The light flicked back on, and it disappeared. She looked into the corner where her husband was dragged, and found nothing. She ascended the stairs, still in her nightgown and slippers, and opened the front door, shutting it behind her as she left.

•Species: Dog • Age: 1.5 years • Sex/Neuter status: female, spayed • Breed: GSD mix • Body weight: 75lbs • History: healthy • Clinical signs: Picked my dog up from a 3 week board and train on 05/25. She was very tired Sunday and just assumed it was from being boarded. Yesterday she had some diarrhea and was sleeping a lot. Today she is still sleeping a lot and also isolating herself to my closet. She will play with me but not as energetic as usual. Normally a very high energy dog, now just lays around and seems depressed. Has not yet had a bowel movement today so unsure if diarrhea is ongoing. • Duration: 3 days • Your general location: central Texas
Should I be concerned or give her more time to recover from being away? Could she be missing having dog friends to play with every day? TIA!

My psoriasis triggered for the first time on my scalp and genital area after taking the covid vaccine. And slowly started getting small patches on my stomach, elbows and legs which are not severe. Only my scalp and genital areas are severe. I didnot want to take the modern medicine route due to the side effects and focussed on lifestyle improvement and diet changes. To begin with my diet was not really bad even before developing psoriasis - it was mostly home cooked food with occasional eating of processed or outside food. I have never smoked or consumed alcohol in my life. Coming to lifestyle, I was always a stressed out person with an inactive lifestyle. So, I started fixing my lifestyle by starting yoga, meditation and pranayama. I take early morning sun for 20 to 30 min everyday. And also, completely cut out processed food, and added lot of nutritional food into my diet. My diet was mostly plant based, eggs and minimal dairy product. This lifestyle and diet changes might have helped with not augmenting the disease severity and also reduced the itchiness to a great extent, but didnt really help with the reduction of the existing patches - they are still red, bumpy and keep flaking.
I saw improvement during winter months December and January and it retriggered in Feb and stays for the whole year. This pattern repeated 2 years in a row.
The severity of the disease and the new patches come whenever I sleep late and donot complete my sleep cycle. I have no issues with sleeping, but on days when I have no choice but to stay up late due to work, i see my psoriasis getting worse. The feel fatigued and tired the whole day even after having a good night sleep.
I have got my blood test done as well. The reports were absolutely normal and my vitamin D & B12 are also on healthy levels. I saw small issue with slightly high iron levels(198.5 µg/dL, should be <170 for females), but the doctor said its not an issue since my haemoglobin levels were good and on higher side. I even got my hormones tested, because before my periods my psoriasis gets angrier. My estrogen, progestrone, testosterone ,morning cortisol are all on good levels. My periods are regular as well.
I take B12, Omega 3 supplements twice a week because my diet doesnt include them. I also took TUDCA with milk thistle for 15 days as suggested by Dr. Eric berg on youtube.
I do not have any gut issues like constipation or diarrhea, and to nullify it I went to an ayurvedic doctor to get my gut cleansed. It did not help with the psoriasis.
I recently started lifting weights and running until I sweat like hell and started putting ice pack on the patches. And i noticed the small patches on my body getting less inflamed. I felt the running helped in reducing the inflamation in the body. So I continued running, strength training and applied ice pack daily. I saw changes only for 3 to 4 days and now again the patches are inflamed like before.
I am really not understanding what are my triggers and why does my psoriasis look like its reducing when i start anything new and even after continuing that routine it again comes back. They say psoriasis is a gut issue or a lifestyle disorder. I have worked on maintaining both of them and still dont find any relief. I know there are people with more severe cases of psoriasis than mine. But for me its more than a skin disease. It makes me feel fatigued, lack of concentration all the time and affects my daily life.
Please can somebody help me with what else can I do to get rid of it naturally. Im able to control it from not getting severe but I really want to get rid of it. Anyone who cured their psoriasis naturally, what else did you do?

My 8yo neutered Lab (65lbs) has had digestive issues for a while. Occasional vomiting and diarrhea, but the worst is his bad gas. Like hair-curling, oh-my-god-im-going-to-puke bad gas. About a year and a half ago we switched him to Purina Pro Plan Sensitive Skin and Stomach- the salmon recipe and it really helped. My vet also recommended a probiotic, (we use Purina FortiFlor) and we use that occasionally whenever he eats something he isn't supposed to (like horse poop) and starts to have bad gas again.
However, he suddenly stopped eating the salmon recipe. He'll eat the same food in the oat recipe, but that food has been really hard to get ahold of lately. I'm thinking of switching his food to another brand. I see other brands have salmon and rice recipes, and other brands have healthy digestion recipes? I want to keep him on a dry kibble. Any suggestion?

I'm 26f and suffer with a lot of mental and physical health disorders. I'm autistic, and through that I have issues with sensory overload. I live in a hostel in a major city smack bang in the centre of the busiest part of one of the major cities of the UK
I'm not asking for help. I simply want empathy because I'm pretty disgusted with myself.
Ever since I was a baby Ive been restrictive in what I eat. My mum said before I could speak in full sentences I'd cry every night claiming my stomach hurt. She tried to get me to eat as I was hurting due to hunger. I just wouldnt. I'm a very naive broken down person who can't bare conflict, but I cannot eat most foods. I can't swallow it. The first 3x I tried bacon I vomited it up due to how repulsed I was. I have never bought bacon but it's a food I consider "tolerable".
When I was 17 I went 16 days living on milk and no food. To me, a roast dinner which is a staple of an UK Sunday dinner, is as repulsive to me as dog shit. I literally vomited on someone's plate once after being asked to put the last remaining gravy smothered food in the bin.
I have had people offended. I've had people, even my best friend who is my ex boyfriend, say that I deserve to starve if I'm unwilling to compromise. I kinda agree in a way. But I AM hungry. I want to be able to eat normal. I literally eat bread, cereal, sweets and that's it. Pizza sometimes. I literally eat bread and butter 6 days a week. I have foods I don't like but don't find repulsive. I can eat some stir frys. Some soups. It's difficult but I can usually keep it down. Sauces and meats and stews seem to make me ill the most
I have never ate a roast dinner. I've never had curry. I've never had Indian or Chinese food. I had my first burger aged 20 holding my then by boyfriends hand. Even if the food smells or looks nice, I feel my throat tighten. Most foods smell bad to me anyway. I can't wash dishes without freaking out in terror when I touch the food or sauces. I'm an adult though so I can force myself to do it as long as I have a bag to vomit into ready.
My social worker gave me a food bank voucher. I've been to 2 different food banks previously and I decided it was bad that I should take food that others clearly need. Because not one item in the bag I got the 1st place or 2nd place were safe to me. Like canned pineapple, curry pot noodles, ready meals etc.
I know I sound like a choosy beggar. I know... I am one. But I've decided to just deal with the hunger till I'm paid. I have diabetic neuropathy so can't walk for long anyway. And it's wrong to take food others need more that I won't even eat.
The referral is above my microwave.
I have 14 days till I get my benefits. I'm skint because I was placed in a hotel and then this hostel so the taxi fare between all these places ate it up. I can't walk 8 miles, I can't even walk 1/4 of that nvm with all my belongings. Plus money to go to my grandads funeral. I used to be addicted to painkillers so I needed money to go to my appointment to get my buvidel injection.
I know I look spoilt.
I don't have anyone. My social worker blanks my calls and texts for months at a time. I have barely any family. I asked my mum for £2 for a loaf of bread after getting a hypo from lack of food and she said "lol, no". My mum abandoned me at 15 so I genuinely suspect she wouldn't grieve at all if I died.
I took a load of sleeping tablets couple hours ago. I just woke up groggy. I'm tempted to take all 40 or 50 of my psychiatric medication.
I'm tired of being autistic, a failure at life. I'm tired of self harming to cope with my frustration over how overloaded I am sensory wise

I consume plenty of caffeine via tea, GFuel, caffeine pills, etc. with no issues. Whether black or with dairy alternatives, even whole-bean coffee makes my stomach really upset, gives me diarrhea, and makes me sick/tired similar to mild food poisoning. While I do have issues with GERD, this seems to go beyond acidity. I also don't have this reaction to other acidic or spicy foods. I do get a similar reaction to dairy, but this persists even without dairy in my coffee.

Hi all, I just need to share with someone about how I feel. (Not Diagnosed for H.pylori but my experience suspecting)
For the last 6-8 months I noticed my stomach has felt tight, a lot of pressure under my ribs it feels like I've eaten 20 massive meals in one go even if all I manage to eat is a yoghurt or a protein bar. Dealing wit constant nausea, dizziness and feeling light headed in major waves. Ive been suffering with nausea since I was 16 and im 22 now.
Started off with bloating and then the sudden and constant burping started, thought it was reflux or indigestion as my partner suffered from chronic reflux.
I got assessed, doctor assumed it was stomach ulcer and gave me tablets go treat it, said it could be H.pylori but because of my age it's "isn't likely" sent me to get blood tests and ultrasounds done.
The antibiotics didn't help, they provided a little. It of relief but it felt worse after the treatment. Ultra sound showed nothing and the blood test that were ordered they didn't even bother to test for it despite it being requested.
Getting worse now, wake up and first thing in the morning im nauseas, throwing up nearly everyday, constant fatigue, muscle weakness, i can't eat my heart constantly palpatates, I can't walk in a straight line some days I get such bad vertigo. Last few days is constant headaches, sometimes I can't keep water down, I can't focus, I get so sick I can't go to work or I have to go home and its horrendous.
I'm so scared I'm going to lose my job because I've been so chronically sick these last few weeks and months because it's been so debilitating.
Took myself to the hospital the other day because the nausea and headaches and vertigo and the tension in my stomach was so bad my ribs hurt, I felt like I couldn't breathe my heart was racing. I hate going to the hospital but I was so desperate I needed help.
The doctor who was assigned to me didn't even bother trying to help me. I felt so weak I was falling in and out of conciousness I felt like I was going to vomit or fai nt in the bed.
Didn't feel my stomach, didn't do any tests, described all my symptoms and just kept dismissing me saying it was because I have stress and that it's "just reflux" he said to me and I quote: " it could he H.pylori, but it sounds like you just have reflux, because it's been constant for to long we can't help you. I'm to busy"
Gave me reflux medication and kicked me out. I cried in the car on the way home.
Had to go home tonight from work because I felt so sick I thought I was going to pass out, Been having fevers and chills, sweating, headaches.
I've always struggled with gaining weight, mainly due to living with a severe mental health disorder and partly due to my parents relationship with food when I was growing up has formed very terrible and potentionally life threatening habits.
I'm losing so much weight I'm nervous that if I don't grt treated soon not only will it get worse but im going to end up in a ward with feeding tubed down my throat.
I've dropped so much weight that I'm now sitting at 46kg, dropping 5kg overnight, (22yrs, Male, 173cm in height)
I broke down and cried again today, the sickness is getting so much, it's destroying my life it's ruining my work, it's causing me so much anxiety and even more stress.
I can't eat, I have no desire to, the thought of eating stresses, it makes me feel sick. Nothing is appetising and I judt Don't feel hungry anymore.
I feel lost, I dont know what to do. The doctor I see flies interstate once a month (I see them cause I need certain medication) and every other doctor in my city is either not taking new patients or the waiting times to see a doctor as a new patient are around 2 months.
I can't keep living like this it's hell. It's hell being told it's just anxiety and stress, it's hell being told "it could be cancerous, but i really think it's just reflux" I'm tired of feeling guilty and stressed about being so sick I have to miss work or go home early and then spend more money and even more stress trying to organise a medical certificate for work.
I've probably spent around $350+ in medical certificates for work just because of this bacterial infection. Not including the constant repeats and refills for nausea tablets because doctors only every give me a maximum of 10 tablets at a time and some days are so bad I need 2-3 just to get some relief from the constant nausea and dizziness.

Just want to preface this by saying I am trying to get to my actual GP to start tests, but its a constant round of the dreaded 8am call ins to maybe get an appointment. I'd rather get an idea what I could be up against, what to do in the mean time etc.
Hi all, 36F, UK, working for NEPTS (patient facing so kinda need this sorted so I can keep working!) I have, for the last two to three months, had a constant battle with D&V. I have had history of H Pylori attacks, and always know when they start as the burps are VILE! However, more recently, Ive just had a lot of burps (no horrible taste), then into the diarrhea, usually taking immodium to help stop it (and often 4-6 tablets). a short time later, it then becomes vomiting, to the point I have nothing left to bring up but still trying to. That is an immediate 48 hours off work, often an extra day or two to be fully clear, few days later, bodily functions return, I eat simple and bland, then it all starts again. I can't break it.
I am also now at the point that I dont know if the nausea I feel is because I'm hungry, or because the thought of food is too much.
I am going through a high stress period so know thats probably not helping either (mums going through chemo, work is transitioning in the next year etc) but the fact I have to keep going off work with this is only adding to it as I can't work and earn money, which stresses me out even more.
Is there any more medication I can take? what are nausea safe foods? Thinking a diet of water crackers is all I have left! What more can I do to break this cycle?
I spoke to a pharmacist today, who has referred me back to the gp, as he feels I should have a camera down my throat to see whats happening and rule out anything further, but in all reality, what am I facing?
Thanks for any advice that can be provided!

Does anyone else get super tired? Since i had a surgery am struggling with pain and vomittings. Docs are hopeful it will improve as had paralytic illeus after surgery but just feel exausted.

Just wanted to share my story here as I still digest it and everything that happened in case it resonates with anyone else’s story!
This February, at 34 weeks pregnant, I started feeling sick to my stomach with a fever, vomiting/dry heaving, and body aches. I didn’t have an appetite to eat solid foods, but was managing to get down drinks and smoothies. I was so tired all I did was sleep all day between getting sick to the point I had my husband bringing me drinks. My blood pressure was normal, but thinking back I had high blood pressure through my pregnancy so it was weird that it was normal/lower at the time.
The next morning I had stopped vomiting but now my over 103 fever had stopped going down with Tylenol and I started having extreme pain in my upper back and shoulder. I called my OB office at 8am and told the nurses desk my concerns and asked if I should go to the ER. She consulted a doctor and called me back but I felt so horrible I had my husband answer and they told me to just keep staying hydrated and taking Tylenol and try to see my PCP that day. My PCP is virtual so I didn’t get an appointment in person that day and stayed in bed. By 9pm my whole back was in pain and I couldn’t get comfortable to even just lay in bed so we decided it was time to head to the ER.
After lots of antibiotics and labs, my lactate level was now creeping up above 5 (it eventually made it up to almost 7!!) so they knew I was septic. I tested negative for RSV, flu and COVID, but they never tested for strep which I ended up having. In addition to that, I started going into labor like my body knew something horrible was happening. They decided to put me completely under for an emergency c section so I was rolled off to the OR. The last thing I remembered was the anesthesia kicking in and falling asleep.
Fast forward to ~10 days later when I started to wake up on a ventilator in the MICU. Apparently they tried to extubate me after my c section but my blood pressure wouldn’t stay up so the call was made to intubate and send to MICU. In that time, both of my lungs collapsed and filled with fluids both inside and out. By the time I woke up, one of the chest tubes I had was removed already but I still had a tube in my right side. Part of my heart had started failing so I had cardiomyopathy as well as being tachycardic with ECMO on stand by.
During that time I also had something happen with one of the lines in my arm so I also woke up with a massive wound on one of my arms that will definitely leave a big scar. I was sent home after 21 days total, 15 on the ventilator, and with a PICC line in my arm for anitbiotics and having to use a walker from all of the muscle loss I had.
Somehow, baby Boy was spared from the strep I ended up having, pneumonia, and sepsis and spent 26 days in the NICU just getting strong and ready for me to be strong enough for him to come home.
I’m so grateful for the medical teams that took such great care of my baby and I. Now it’s just cardiologist follow ups, CT scans, therapy, and lots of digesting still what we went through. I still have a long road ahead of me, but I hope that’s the hardest thing I’ll face for a long time.

I have been on zepbound since January and have had no issues since starting 5mg (in feb). due to the shortages, I was off the medication for a week. I took my shot on Thursday morning and from friday until today i’ve had horrible diarrhea, nausea, vomiting, gas bubbles, and burps. NOTHING is working. i’ve tried taking anti diarrhea medication every time I have a loose stool and it still isn’t going away. i feel fatigued and shakey. I don’t know what to do. i’m TERRIFIED to take another shot on thursday after this experience. any suggestions would be really helpful. i am also on my period (started yesterday) so im super miserable and am losing blood as well as dehydrated.

Species: cat Age: 8 Sex/Spayed: female/spayed Breed: tabby Body weight: 12 lbs History: previous obesity (her highest weight was 16.5 lbs) got her down to 12 lbs within the last year Clinical signs: vomiting (green/foamy), lethargic, walking funny, arched back, not being her self, tired, not using the bathroom, not eating. Duration: 2 days Location: indoor cat, Massachusetts
8 year old female cat suddenly vomiting green foam substance and not finishing food. No prior signs of illnesses or diagnosis. Diet consisted of Optim Plus weight control dry food and she drank regularly from the water fountain. Brought her in to the vet and they recommended blood work. Didn’t get a call back until the next day (her health declined even more) the vet said her kidneys are failing and recommended brining her to get her kidneys flushed for 48 hours. Upon arriving another vet said that due to her high values, euthanasia was recommended and the best option.
Please note that there are no toxic plants in the household and no anti freeze. This came to a complete shock and am left with guilt and questions on how/why this happened and so suddenly. Any information would be appreciated as I felt I dodged not get enough from the vet. I’m also confused why no further tests were done, such as a urine sample or X-rays. The conclusion was jumped to kidney failure and euthanasia. Below are her bloodwork results. I included what was in bold on the paperwork.
Urea Nitrogen 239 Creatine 17.4 BUN 14 Phosphorus 16.0 Calcium 7.8 Magnesium 2.8 Sodium 153 Potassium 9.2 NA/L ratio 17 Triglycerides 213 CPK 816 Lymphocytes 15 Eosinophils 13 Absolute Eosinophils 1157 T4 0.6

I pray that everyone who experiences panic attacks can overcome them. I’ve never had one and don’t know anyone who has, but from what I have heard and researched, they are horrible.
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Memory Transcription Subject: Billy Marsh, Something
Date [Standardized Human Time]: April 1, 2142
I woke up on my own today. Gillab wasn’t here to pull the sheets off of me and get me to move. I had to do that myself, something that seemed impossible. Without Gillab here, the blanket covering my body felt like a two-ton weight. Even moving my head felt impossible.
It didn’t help that my head was constantly filled with that same internal battle. Do I deserve anything besides suffering, or is this exactly the punishment I should get for failing my comrades?
Every time one side began to make sense, I thought of some piece of evidence for the other, and the internal brawl would begin again. Without Gillab here to serve as a distraction, it was all I could do to try and sleep as much as possible. Unconsciousness was the only time I wasn’t in mental turmoil.
I don’t know how long I laid like that, rotting with only my thoughts to keep me company, until I finally had enough. I couldn’t live with the thoughts in my head, I needed something to distract me. My first instinct was to start drinking, but with what Gillab did that was out of the question.
I paced around my house, moving as much as I could to try and distract myself. Anytime I tried to sit down I would only end up bouncing my leg and shifting poses every ten seconds. I took constant glances at the clock, watching every single minute pass by.
10:43
10:44
10:45
10:46
With a start, I turned my attention to the sink full of dishes. I was going to leave them for Gillab, just to annoy him, but my need for a distraction was so strong I didn’t care. I descended upon the plates like a starving animal. I took as long as I could with each plate as I could, even after the plates were surely clean I just kept scrubbing. I scrubbed and scrubbed, trying to keep any mental activity occupied with the work. Once the plates were done I started on the cups, and once those were done I started on the cutlery.
I stacked the final dishes onto the drying rack and stepped back. I glanced at the clock, seeing how much time I managed to pass.
11:16
I took a deep inhale and started to pace back and forth.
11:17
My mind began racing again, the momentary release I had from doing the dishes wearing off in a mere minute.
11:18
I couldn’t sit still. As soon as I did, I began thinking. Every time I thought, I just went back to arguing with myself.
11:19
I could feel my breathing pick up and my chest started to feel tight.
The walls began closing in on me.
I could feel my face becoming wet with sweat.
I had to sit down, but every time I sat down it got worse, but I couldn’t keep moving.
11:20
Danger. I was in danger. Something was coming. An Arxur. An Arxur was coming for me. I needed protection. A gun, a bat, something!
The kitchen, there are knives in the kitchen.
I sprinted to the kitchen, almost knocking over a lamp on my way. I frantically yanked out drawers, searching for a knife I could use. I managed to find a steak knife, clutching to it as my life depended on it.
I stomped back to the chair and sat down.
11:21
I tried to swallow my nerves and stop the bouncing in my leg, but I couldn’t. My breathing was picking up more and more and my heartbeat was becoming deafening. I was going to die. I’m dying. Finally.
11:22
A knock on my door caused me to jump. The knife clattered to the floor as a voice called out. “Billy? I’m back. I’m coming in.”
My breathing picked up and I could feel nausea warping my stomach. I abandoned the knife and tried to cover my mouth.
Gillab set something down in the kitchen. “I went to the store again, picked up some more- Hey! You cleaned the dishes! I thought you were going to-”
His voice hitched as he turned just in time to watch me vomit on the floor.
“W-Woah! B-Billy are you okay?”
Gillab rushed towards me.
I flung my hands out, trying to force him away. “Stay back, d-don’t come close!”
Gillab froze in his tracks. “What’s wrong? Are you sick?”
“I’m- I’m gonna- I’m- I’m dying. I-I’m going to die.”
I stood up from my seat. “I’ve got to go, I’ve got to leave.”
Gillab moved in my way, body blocking me from the door. “Billy, I think you are having a panic attack. Look at me, focus on me. Try and take some deep breaths and sit down.”
I took a few steps back trying to stare at Gillab as I backed towards the seat. “W-water. I need water.”
“I can get that. Please stay there, I’ll be right back.”
I tried taking deep breaths as Gillab filled one of the freshly cleaned cups with water. I could feel my heartbeat slowing, but it wasn’t enough. I still couldn’t stop moving, my eyes darted around the room, and I was still sweating.
My leg wouldn’t stop bouncing, even as I accepted the cup from Gillab. I wasn’t sure I was thirsty, but drinking it scratched an itch I didn’t know I had. He looked around nervously, trying to figure out what he should do next. With a realization, he dug into his pockets and pulled out a pad, typing away quickly as I continued to bounce my leg.
“Uhm, okay, uh… Quiet place.”
Gillab looked up from his pad, taking a half-step towards me before stopping. “Okay, check. U-uhm, Billy, do you need anything else?”
I curled forward, almost dropping the glass onto the floor. “I want to go home. I just want it all to end. I want to go back home.”
Gillab bit his lip in worry and looked back to the pad for guidance. “Okay, uh, T-try and stay in the present. L-look for an object to focus on to r-root yourself to the present. Okay, uhm, Billy, can you focus on that glass in your hand? J-just stare at it. A-and make sure to keep a steady breathing rate.”
Desperate for the feeling of impending doom to end, I did as I was told. Slow, careful breaths while I looked at the still-damp glass in my hand. I watched a single drop of water run down the side and onto my hand. I turned the glass in my palm, trying to take in every detail while Gillab searched for more tips.
“O-okay, repeat a simple, physically tiring task such as raising an arm-”
Gillab froze and looked up before frantically correcting himself. “Leg! T-try raising and lowering your leg repeatedly.”
I started doing as I was told, kicking slowly into the air before lowering with an exhale and turning the glass in my hand. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, I could feel my panicked mind calm down. The perceived dangers faded away, letting me realize what had just happened. I had another panic attack.
11:37
I set the glass to the side and covered my face, trying to hide my tears. I had another, after all this time, I had another. I thought I was through with these. Of course, one came back, right as I began believing I had a chance of making it out.
“Billy, are you feeling better?”
“No. I’m not. I’m worse.”
Gillab was silent for a moment. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“No. I want this to end. I-I need something to drink. I need alcohol.”
“No Billy, you can’t do that.”
“It’s the only way. I-I only don’t have them when I’m drinking.”
“It’s only a temporary solution. In the end, it will only make it worse.”
“That’s what everyone says, but they are all wrong! It’s the only way I’ve tried that worked. It makes me numb and I can’t panic when I’m numb. Even if it’s temporary, I can just keep doing it over and over.”
“You are killing yourself with that! There’s another way! A permanent way. Come to terms with your demons, talk with someone, someone you trust. Get it off of your chest, confront the trauma, and beat it. You are a soldier, right? You are meant to fight. Fight this, and win.”
I stuttered over my own tongue, a flurry of emotions causing my body and mind to freeze. “I’m… I’m… I want to be better.”
I tumbled out of my seat and hugged Gillab tightly. “I want to heal!”
Gillab hugged me back, collapsing to the ground to be level with me. “That’s perfect Billy. That’s all you need. Everything from here on is going to be better.”
“It will?”
“It will.”
I let myself be held, trying to avoid getting snot and tears stuck onto Gillab. For the first time since Sillis, I felt hope. I don’t know how long I stayed like that, clinging onto Gilab like a child, but I managed to finally pull myself away. I could see the spot where I buried my face into Gillab, a large glob of snot ruining his shirt.
“S-sorry…”
Gillab looked down. “Don’t be. It’s just a shirt. I’d give away every shirt I had if it meant that you would be better. Now, we shouldn’t let this pass us by.”
“I-I know, but I’m so tired Gillab. A-and there is a puddle of vomit to clean up.”
Gillab looked to the side. “Ah, there is. Well, we can wait till tomorrow to start, but we are starting tomorrow.”
“That works, I just need rest. I’ve been sleeping, but I haven’t been resting.”
“That’s okay Billy, I’ll be here when you get up.”

While many people enjoy smoked salmon, it's important to understand whether it's safe for dogs. Here’s a comprehensive guide on feeding smoked salmon to dogs, including key precautions and tips for keeping your furry friend safe and healthy.
Is Smoked Salmon Safe for Dogs? Generally, smoked salmon can be safe for dogs in small amounts, but there are several important considerations to keep in mind:

• Salt Content: Smoked salmon is often high in salt, which can harm dogs, leading to sodium ion poisoning with symptoms like vomiting, diarrhea, and increased thirst. Only give your dog low-salt versions and in small quantities.
• Seasonings and Spices: Many smoked salmon varieties are seasoned with ingredients that are toxic to dogs, such as garlic and onion. Always ensure the smoked salmon is plain and free from harmful additives.
• Bones: Although the bones in smoked salmon are small, they can splinter and cause choking or intestinal blockages. Always remove any bones before giving smoked salmon to your dog.
• Serving Size: Moderation is crucial. Large portions of rich, fatty fish like smoked salmon can lead to digestive upset or even pancreatitis in dogs.
• Preparation Method: The safest form of smoked salmon for dogs is homemade, unseasoned, and unsalted. If you're preparing smoked salmon at home and want to share it with your dog, ensure it's free from harmful ingredients.
• Allergies and Sensitivities: After introducing smoked salmon to your dog's diet, monitor for any signs of food allergies or sensitivities.

Potential Benefits of Smoked Salmon for Dogs Despite the precautions, smoked salmon can offer benefits when fed correctly:

• Omega-3 Fatty Acids: These are great for your dog’s skin, coat, and joint health due to their anti-inflammatory properties.
• Protein: High-quality protein in smoked salmon supports muscle development and overall health.
• Variety in Diet: Introducing new foods can enrich your dog's diet and prevent food boredom.

Safe Ways to Share Smoked Salmon with Your Dog If you choose to feed your dog smoked salmon, follow these guidelines to ensure safety:

• Choose Plain Smoked Salmon: Opt for plain, unseasoned, and unsalted varieties.
• Remove Bones: Ensure all bones are removed to prevent any risk of choking or blockage.
• Control Portion Size: Treat smoked salmon as a rare treat, not a regular meal component.
• Consider Your Dog’s Health: Factor in your dog’s overall health, age, and specific dietary needs or restrictions.
• Monitor for Allergic Reactions: Watch for any adverse reactions after feeding smoked salmon, such as itching or digestive upset.

Conclusion While smoked salmon can be a tasty treat for dogs when given in moderation and prepared properly, it's essential to approach it with caution due to its potential risks. Always prioritize your dog's health and safety, and when in doubt, consult your vet to ensure it’s suitable for your pet.
By understanding and adhering to these guidelines, you can safely share some smoked salmon with your dog, ensuring they enjoy it without any health complications.

Ive been doing Carnivore for 4 months and ive had both diarrhea and constipation. Nothing bad. On sunday i cheated and ate pizza made on sourdoughbread and oliveoil. I had kebab, mushrooms, ham and tomato sauce on my pizza. After i ate it i was completely destroyed! No energy, bloated and tired. I did eat watermelons later on the day On monday the day after i got sick, lots lots lots of diarrhea, fever, headache, pain in stomach and lowerback.
Can all this be because of what i eat or did i get infected with something else? Today (tuesday) i still have lots of diarrhea, stiff in the neck but no fever. My back and stomach still hurts.

Ok so i was EBF and my baby had real bad reflux i got sick and supplimented with similac 360 and her symptoms got worse
I cut dairy and had to supplement with alimentum and she got even worse (in pain while spitting up same amount of gas when she was EBF and on similac) mucusy poops etc
Im dairy free and now trying nutramigen. Her symptoms are now diarrhea (greenish now) and vomiting, like a shit ton of spit up (no pain) like almost seams like shes vomiting ounces and ahes doing it 4xs after a feed. Even with breastmilk (i eat soy) shes not as gassy and shes not crying when she spits up. But it pours out of her nose with makes her uncomfortable and its been 3 weeks and she still has blood In stool. Doc doesn’t seem concerned. But ik my baby and how shes pooping and spitting up Isnt normal to me at all! Should i stop the nutramigen? If i cant eat soy ill have to Stop BF 😩 anyone been through this or have advice?

\Edit to the title: After some time to think, I do not believe our breeder intentionally sold us a sick kitten. Though he was most likely already sick when we picked him up, it was not noticeable to us or the breeder until his symptoms began.\**
Hi everyone (apologies for the long post, but I feel like the details are needed),
I want to start off by saying that our breeder is a reputable breeder: registered with both TICA and CFA, has produced multiple healthy litters, provides health proof of kitten and parents, pedigree papers, etc. However, we have a feeling he was ill when we picked him up from our breeder. I would like to give them the benefit of doubt and say that maybe his condition wasn't noticeable at the time.
As of now, they are offering to replace our kitten (as written in our contract) with one of his litter siblings OR a retired breeder with a refund of our kitten price. This isn't necessarily about the money, as we did spend around $5k in vet bills this week to try to save him, but more about how I don't think we can accept another kitten from the same litter (for fear of them being sick), as well as being unable to trust our breeder again.
Timeline Breakdown:
Day 1: We pick up our kitten in the morning, go over paperwork and all the works for his care. He seemed happy, energetic, just usual kitten behavior. As we're driving home, we notice that his legs are dirty and he smelled (like diarrhea). When we were at our breeders he did have food on his face so we thought initially he had stepped in his food. He gets home and is energetic, excited to be home, etc. Day one is all good.
Day 2: He seems healthy and eats his food well, drinks water as usual, nothing out of the ordinary. His stomach is a bit on the rounder side, but no issues or concerns. We had already made an appointment to get him checked at our vet (who we have been with for our last pet) for the following week.
Day 3: He eats and drinks water in the morning, is energetic, nothing unusual. I leave for work in the morning and in the afternoon my mom (who was watching him), tells us that he had diarrhea. We were feeding him the same food that our breeder sent us home with, and starting to introduce him to some raw food per their recommendation (they were already introduced to raw before we picked him up). The brand was different, so we thought maybe his stomach was upset by the new addition. He eats dinner as usual, plays, goes to the restroom fine (solid poop).
Day 4: He ends up having diarrhea again around midnight, we decide that we should remove/stop the introduction to the raw food from his diet for now. Whole day goes by fine, he eats his food normally, has regular solid poop and pee. At this point, we were a bit concerned so we decide that the next morning we should bring him to the vet incase.
Day 5: He has diarrhea again and vomits in the morning, does not eat. Immediately took him to our vet and on the way there, he vomits again. We get him checked in and they said they'll update us with how he is. I give all the details about how we got him less than a week ago, paperwork, etc. We receive a call from our vet who tells us that he is severely underweight and dehydrated, and asks about our breeder and tells us there is a high chance he was sick before he came home. They tell us that he needs to be placed on an IV drip and overnight stay, his abdomen is swollen and that they are running tests to find the cause.
We notified our breeder what was happening to ask if any of the other kittens were experiencing the same thing, they tell us one of his litter mates is also having the same symptoms and to keep them updated.
Day 6: Received a call from our vet that his intestines were extremely swollen and he is not getting better, he has intussusception and needs emergency surgery. They had already called around a found a surgeon who was able to perform the surgery immediately. We transport him to the vet and he undergoes the surgery. He needs to stay overnight for them to monitor him.
Day 7: Received a call around midnight that he is now anemic and needs an emergency blood transfusion. We transport him to an ER who has a donor and proceed with the transfusion. He stays the entire day at the hospital and they said he would be discharged the following day.
Day 8: He is discharged from the hospital in the morning, they go over instructions for medication for post surgery and say to bring him back if anything happens. They did note that his eye was a bit swollen, possibly from a complication from being under anesthesia and to just keep an eye on it. He goes home, seems a little bit out of it but more lively and eats a bit of wet food. He has some gabapentin but after 6 hours it seems like it's been too long for it not to wear off and he hasn't eaten his dinner yet. We bring him back to the ER around 10 and they run some tests on him. His blood count moves from 30 to 26 from the time he was discharged to the time we bring him back. Doctor notes that one of his pupils is bigger than the other and that he may have neurological issues post surgery, and that we should continue monitoring. They give him more fluids and he is discharged around midnight.
Day 9: We monitor him for the next 6 hours since discharge, around 6am he vomits again and my sister rushes him to the vet. He vomits on his way there as well as in the exam room, vets tell her they'll keep him and monitor his vitals. 6 hours later he now has pneumonia, and his chances of survival and a good quality of life are slim. We make the decision to euthanize him. We saw him for maybe 1 minute and knew he was in a lot of pain and do not want to put him through more trauma, he vomits while we say goodbye.
Notes:

• We were in contact with our breeder the entire time, they also agreed euthanasia was the best choice at the end
• We picked him up on Sunday (and let him go on the following Monday) and had seen him two weeks prior, he was healthy at the time (or seemed so)
• He had been neutered 3 days before pick-up with his litter, breeder said that there might have been a possibility that he had an infection from the procedure (hence his sister being sick as well)
• Their vet said they'd never heard of this happening, however, the vets who saw him said they have seen this in kittens and puppies before
• Contract states that breeder does not pay for vet fees incurred. We did have breeder activated insurance upon pick up, so the cost was lessened significantly, as the total without insurance would have been over $20k
• I understand we could have surrendered him upon his first vet visit, but we loved him and were willing to spend all that it took to save him
• I did read a couple posts regarding intussusception in kittens as well as Maine Coons, but nothing to show that this is specific to the breed
• Every vet that saw him seemed very surprised we got him less than a week ago, as well as the fact that we got him from a breeder and that he was a pure bred Maine Coon

Advice I need:
I understand that maybe a week isn't too long with a pet, but we are devastated and heartbroken. We had to put down our dog (14 yrs) last month, and watching our new kitten go through so much pain is extremely traumatizing (both for him and us).
In our contract, it says that upon proof of death or illness (which you would surrender the kitten back to the breeder), the kitten will be replaced for free. I understand that this has never happened to our breeder before and that maybe this just happened to our kitten, but with his litter mate getting sick and every vet saying that he was most likely sick prior to us getting him (as they all knew we had him for only a couple days from the first visit to him passing), I do not think we would be able to accept another cat from our breeder, as I feel that our trust is completely broken as I can't stop thinking about the possibility he was sick before we brought him home. We have not spoken to the breeder about this yet (they did already bring it up and told us to take our time with the decision), and I would like to wait until the end of the week to have more time to process everything.
I would like to know the best way to approach the breeder regarding this? Thank you all in advance.
*Edit:

• None of the vets found a cause for intussusception at the end, parasites/worms were ruled out (as he had also gotten vaccinated prior) and they checked for that as well

In the beginning of the year I had a colonoscopy that sent my entire system into chaos. After months of testing, ER visits, being really sick, etc. the best conclusion I got was IBS and GERD. How can something so painful not have a clear cause? I can’t tell you how horrible it is when no one can figure out what’s wrong with you but you are in so much pain. I hate that it feels like I have to go and I can’t! I hate that I’m usually constipated but get diarrhea too and that I’m tired all the time. I know there’s others like me and it sucks so much. I looked into the FODMAP diet and it’s so overwhelming a lot of times medications significantly improves my symptoms but I have flares too like right now and it’s horrible.

It's been 48hrs after I got food poisoning, vomiting and diarrhea and stomach cramps. I'm still experiencing bloating even when eating bland foods like bread, applesauce, chicken noodle, etc. I don't have much of an appetite but of course need to eat. When I pass stool it's green and still diarrhea. It's been that way for maybe a week now even before the food poisoning, I thought it was because of eating seaweed, but idk. Is this normal to feel this off, or could this be IBS, gastritis, or an infection?

Hi,
19M - diagnosed w/ erosive gastritis through endoscopy. On omeprazole 40mg & I’ve been getting better, but this week ive been sick twice & have had bad upper abdominal discomfort for no reason, nothing like this has ever happened and my anxiety is off the scale,

• upper abdominal discomfort
• foul smelling stool
• nausea(which i get usually)
• vomiting(very rarely)
• diarrhea(rarely too)

Just really worried as I have the worlds worst anxiety and I’ve convinced myself I have gastroparesis, any advice?
Thank you

Hi, I got diagnosed back in January first of this year. Im 19, and lost like 40 pounds from being undiagnosed for so long. At first, honestly I had a mental breakdown of sorts over this but slowly got the hang of it, even getting a physical job which helps keep my sugars in check. My A1C was 6 a couple weeks ago, which I know is good but god am I just realizing how mentally tolling this all is and it's brought me out of my confident state. Its just a bunch of little things that pile up. Going out with friends and having to worry about sugars constantly, my boss getting mad at me for checking my sugars, constantly feeling tired and struggling to put on weight, accidentally shoving the needle in my muscle, being kept up at night ect. I really really try to be confident with this especially since my family helps me out so much but Ive been so sad recently, it's just isolating especially when Ive yet to meet another T1 much less around my age. I feel like my body has been tarnished from it, and like im a fake version of myself. Its hard to even walk into my room because it doesnt feel like mine anymore. Ive become so shut in from it, because no one really gets it, sorta makes me wanna cry. Ive slowly told more friends about my diagnosis but I feel ashamed when doing so. Usually every month I have a couple days where I feel sad like this so I guess today is just one of them, I don't want to be whiny especially when people have it worse. I cant ignore the good its done me either though, it's definitely made me more ambitious and spontaneous, more mature overall I guess (not to mention a healthier diet).
Sorry for the word vomit but all in all its just so much, I wish we could all get a break or a grace period or something. Maybe I just need some time. I have major respect for people who have had this for a while!

So I’m finally pregnant. After one ectopic and 2 chemical miscarriages. I’m currently just over 5 months pregnant and have been so tired and vomiting throughout. Recently I asked my doctor for flexible work from home arrangements, but was denied then put on PiP (performance improvement plan). My manager and I never had a good relationship, we’ve always said she doesn’t know how to manage people because from the start she never gave my the guidance or the training as a new employee, she also sends harsh emails but avoids having a conversation with you.
Anyways, I’m under a lot of stress because my performance suffered as a result of taking so much leave dealing with pregnancy symptoms. HR is not helping obviously, their job is to defend my manager. My performance issue was discussed before I was able to communicate I’m pregnant so I can’t really do much in regards to the law and discrimination and not confident that I can fully beat the PIP as it’s already had for me to keep fluids down and deal with so much headaches and body pains (unfortunately I’m one of those that suffers throughout not just first trimester) so I may lose maternity leave benefits if they decide to let me go. My doctor has told me that my vitamins level are all fine and the symptoms just happen to some people.
I do really want to leave, but my husband and I are not in the financial place for me to be out of work. He can’t sufficiently provide for the both of us as we just got a mortgage and I’m still paying off the wedding loan. He’s already working 12 hours a day.
I’m so stressed. I get anxiety about attending work. I haven’t been eating because I lose my appetite when I’m under a lot stress. I spent the whole of yesterday unable to eat and couldn’t get any sleep last night. I’m worried about the wellbeing of unborn child if I can’t get my mental health in order and the only way I see out is leaving.
Anyone have any ideas for what I can do to make money while I’m pregnant even if it’s just $2000AUS a month so I can quit before it’s too late.