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2018.04.07 21:36 TelaTheSpy Volkswagen in the Bay Area
A place for Volkswagen owners in the Bay Area
2023.06.03 23:07 Comptivity Is this worth the price even with 6 owners?
2023.06.03 23:05 zerogravitybambi ISO mechanic to use provided part
The gas pocket is broken on my 2012 Honda Civic. I’ve sourced the correct part. Just need a mechanic (or maybe auto body shop?) to do the labor.
TYIA for suggestions.
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2023.06.03 22:48 ProblemSubject Is oral flea medicine for cats safe?
Species: Cat
Age: approximately 6 (rescue)
Sex/Neuter status: Female, spayed
Breed: Maine Coon mix (based on vet's guess)
Body Weight: 12lbs
History: Only was ill once in 2021 with a light respiratory cold, fixed by the vet and is up to date on shots
Clinical signs: Fleas galore! poor itchy girl :(
Duration: about 2 weeks, one week since I applied topical treatment
General Location: Oklahoma, US
This might be a silly question, but i had to ask. For some background info, I have a cat who I've only used topical treatments but it's been hit or miss and she really hates it. I want to use oral medication but unfortunately i grew up with a parent who was very against modern medicine and once told me that my aunts dog passed away because she used oral flea meds, but i don't think that's true. I'm an adult now and even though I've tried looking into the safety of oral flea meds it can be hard to differentiate real evidence from promotional advertising. I would of course use the one meant for cats and follow dosing instructions, but i just can't get my moms voice out of my head and it makes me hesitant to use it for my cat. TLDR: My mom made me scared of over the counter oral flea meds and I've looked into it but am still hesitant because of anxiety. Is it truly safe if i follow the proper instructions? Is it safer to get oral meds prescribed by a vet? Should I just stick to topical and switch it out if it doesn't work? Any help would be greatly appreciated, thank you for all yall do veterinary folks!
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2023.06.03 22:36 billyandteddy cat with urinary crystals
Species: cat Age: 6 or 7 Sex/Neuter status: F spayed Breed: domestic shorthair cat Body weight: 11lb History: Like a year or so ago I took my cat, Evee, to the emergency vet because she was having trouble peeing. They found she had crystals and blockage. They helped her clear the blockage so she could pee again and then said she should be on a prescription urinary diet for the rest of her life and have check ins with a regular vet to make sure she doesn't have blockage again. Ever since then she's been having pee problems. She doesn't crouch to pee and doesn't really pee in the litterbox. I took her to the regular vet about a month later and said she looked healthy and it was probably just behavioral and to try different litter boxes to see if that helped her. I tried different litterboxes and litters and Evee still had the pee problems. After a few months I took Evee to another vet, they found lots of crystals in her urine. The vet switched her from purina pro plan ur to hills science urinary diet and did xray and didn't find anything. She was prescribed amytipyine and I didn't see much improvement, she just was more tired and less jumpy. Her pee still looks like has crystals in it-- if she pees on the floor and I don't wipe it up right away, when it dries, its really sparkly in the light. I know Evee doesn't drink as much water compared to my other cat, I've tried different things to encourage her, more water bowls, a water fountain, she just doesn't seem to like drinking a lot of water. Clinical signs: doesn't crouch to pee and doesn't really pee in the litterbox, pees next to it Duration: 1yr+ Your general location: USA
What can I do to help my cat? Should I take her to a different vet?
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2023.06.03 22:08 Cheesecake_Admirable LOL i have 8 political points a day
2023.06.03 21:58 multilinear2 Finding an FJ with a clean frame
I've started my hunt for a manual FJ with little to no rust on the frame. I actually don't care too much about the condition of the body or interior as long as no-one smoked in it. Sadly, almost no-one posts frame pictures so you have to go one-by-one contacting sellers for photos.
So, I'm wondering where folks here found their FJs? I'm in Vermont, so my chances of finding something locally are basically zero. I'm quite willing to pay to bring something in so was looking at sites that will ship a car in for a fee, so you can test-drive, but I can't find any FJs on Carvana or Vroom, and only a few on Carmax, none manual.
When I look at sites like truecar and kellybluebook I find lots of options out in Nevada, Arizona, and California, all likely to have clean frames... but my wife and/or I would have to fly out there to take a look at it as I can't imaging buying a car site-unseen, it just seems way too easy to get ripped off. That's an option, but I'm not sold on that plan just yet, as it's a bit of a hassle. I'm vacillating between doing that, or folding and just getting an auto through carmax to save on hassle.
Is there any chance that there's some option out there that I'm missing? Another company sort of like Carmax that has some FJs in their inventory? Where else should I be looking? For Tacomas some years back I found an amazing little dealership in VA that specializes in clean Tacomas with no rust. They sell them for what they are worth (high) but you know what you'll get and I was really happy with that. Is there some equivalent for FJs?
Thoughts? Apologies if this is an oft-asked question and I just couldn't find the old posts.
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2023.06.03 21:58 POSVETT A Sick Skunk Part 2
Harper managed to get an urgent appointment with Avon Lake Animal Clinic on Wednesday. She was prescribed two antibiotics and some home remedies. Diagnosis was infection of the liver and pancreas. Source is unknown.
She also had a fever of 102.5F (normal body temperature is considered to be 97-98F). The blood work showed high concentration of mature white blood cells; supposedly a telltale of the infection. Eyes, mouth, coat, nails looked good according to the vet.
After a few doses of antibiotics, Harper has started to behave normally. She started eating her normal solid food; she was force-fed liquefied egg salad mixed with several supplements. She is still under a close observation for now.
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2023.06.03 21:49 Violetteotome Old Dog Acting Oddly
Species: Dog
Age: 14
Sex/Neuter status: Female, spayed
Breed: Kooikerhondje
Body weight: About 26 pounds
History: Our dog began to have cluster grand mal seizures in later January. She had her first seizure on 1/20/23 in the evening and then two the following day. Since then, she has not had any seizures and we have diligently given her meds. We have a strong suspicion that she had a blood clot in her brain that resulted in the seizures because she does not a have tumor, no liver problems, is getting older, etc. She is an old dog now and has arthritis which is mitigated by some daily medication and is very manageable. She is nearly entirely deaf and her vision is worsening. On the whole, she is a happy and gentle/non-violent dog but has always had an anxious disposition.
Clinical signs: In the last hour she began trembling, just shaking like a leaf. She would stand but her back would be arched, and it would be as though she was rounding in on herself. Her ears feel very cold. She has stopped shaking, but has been hiding in her normal "hiding" spot that she goes to when it's thundering or when she is uncomfortable/unwell and wants to be alone or somewhere safequieter. As I write this, she has now stopped shaking and has left her hiding spot, but I'm not sure why she does this. There is no thunder or rain going on and nothing else is out of the ordinary. Overall, in general, she is shaking on and off, staring into the distance and is just generally acting off.
Duration: Last hour
Your general location: Connecticut
Links to test results, vet reports, X-rays etc.: None on hand. When she had her seizure in January though, all her bloodwork and other results came back normal.
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2023.06.03 21:47 buon_sangue First FET failed — devastated
The title says it all. Our beautiful, perfectly graded, euploid embryo didn’t even implant. My bHCG was <2 and my clinic confirmed negative for pregnancy.
I’m heartbroken. I just keep oscillating between numbness and complete devastation. I tried not to get my hopes up but I really thought it might work.
We have completely unexplained infertility — every.single.test has come back completely normal. Lining was well over 11mm. Transfer itself went perfectly. I’m 31 and healthy. I don’t even have a health condition to blame or a reason why it failed. But obviously something is wrong, otherwise I wouldn’t have dozens and dozens of negative tests and four failed IUIs and now this.
We thankfully have 4 more euploid embryos to try, and we’re going to try again once we get the green light. But infertility has totally robbed me of my ability to believe that good things might ever actually happen.
I have a great support system and I do believe that I’m going to be okay, it won’t always hurt this badly, but for now, I just want to quit. I can’t take this pain anymore, after so much trial and so much failure.
My husband and I are taking good care of each other today, we’re going to go out for sushi and drinks and watch my favorite movie tonight. I have an appointment with my RE on Wednesday where we’ll go over next steps. I’m going to do some research and will probably post here soliciting help on what questions to ask about tests, treatments, success rates, expectations, etc.
I feel betrayed by my body and incapable of motherhood. It’s fucking awful. I’m so sorry to everyone who has to feel this way. We want to be parents so badly and we don’t deserve this.
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2023.06.03 21:34 The_Ice_Queen1 Hi there - any idea what this can be on my Foster dog's lip? https://imgur.com/a/H1puXJT
https://imgur.com/a/H1puXJT Species: Dog
Age: 4 yrs old
Sex/Neuter status: Female, not spayed. (She gave birth about 13 weeks ago and the animal rescue organization has to wait until her milk ducts get smaller.).
Breed: Lab/Pit Mix.
Body weight: 63 lbs (though losing baby weight.).
History: Sweet Molly used to live in a trailer and was surrendered to the shelter when she was pregnant. She gave birth to five healthy, happy, thriving puppies a few months back, all of whom were adopted. Now it's her turn!
Clinical signs: N/A
Duration: Just seen - maybe 10 mins ago.
Your general location: Gaithersburg, MD.
Links to test results, X-rays, vet reports etc: N/A
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2023.06.03 21:34 CartoonistPurple8554 Seasonal allergies?
•Species: Dog
•Age: 9
•Sex/Neuter status: female, neutered
•Breed: Pomeranian X Bichion friese
•Body weight: 5.5KG
•History: recently diagnosed with grade 2 heart murmur, history with losing fur (she lost all her fur on her back when my mum passed away, it is slowly growing back but not well), have done investigations for allergies and the vets think it’s seasonal allergies.
•Clinical signs: itching, rubbing her skin all the time
•Duration: gets real bad during the spring/summer
•location: UK
Hi!! First, thank you to anyone that takes the time to read this post!
My dog has always had some type of seasonal issue from around 3 years old, but it seems to be increasing every year!
Around May/June she will start intensely itching again, her ears, her side, her shoulders, anywhere she can reach. I usually bathe her once a week in a soothing dog shampoo during the spring/summer months to help with this but it doesn’t seem to help much.
This year it has come back with a vengeance again, the vets only ever suggest giving her human Piriton, I tried it once for a week or two and it didn’t help. I’m not really comfortable giving it to her again.
Are there any supplements, shampoos, routines or anything I could be doing to ease this for her?
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2023.06.03 21:23 girl_from_the_crypt Stuck on earth and looking for a job: I'm being recruited by a cult
It’s nice not to be alone. I’ve been staying at Nettie Peterson’s house, tending to her garden in her stead while she's at work. I just sit there reading in the sun, to be honest. When she came back from the larvae today, she was in a surprisingly peaceful mood. Not exactly happy or content, but satisfied. I made us some tea and we settled in to soak up the flowery scents and sweet air. I took the time to tell her in detail about meeting Kit Sutton in the grotto, relaying the other woman’s message. It got a genuinely warm smile out of her; a sad one, but a smile nonetheless.
“Your server texted me earlier to apologize for… well, basically outing me and baring a private secret to my closest friend of five years,” she informed me. “Now that I think about it, I have no idea when or how that boy got my number… Oh, but he was sweet. I told him we were cool.” She took a long sip of her tea.
"Don't forgive him for my sake. If that's what's happening here."
"It's not."
"You really aren't mad anymore? I would be."
"I guess I'm just a very forgiving person." She gave me a sidelong grin and a shrug.
"Nettie, how'd your breeders die? I don't know if this is okay to ask. I hope it is."
"Uh." My savior human took a deep breath. "That, um… it's okay. Just unexpected. It was a car accident. That's all there is to it. I was at summer camp when it happened. Some college kid got drunk, sat down in his car and made me an orphan. I was thirteen… My auntie took care of me afterwards. You know, Elijah's mom. She tried, but it wasn't the same. She was too much for me sometimes, pretty often, if I'm being honest. My mother was so,
so different. Both my parents were. My dad had made it into money, so they were never really worried about my future or what I wanted to do with my life. They said I'd always have their support. I guess that made me kinda sheltered but… I don't know. I had a nice childhood, sue me."
She sighed. "Anyways, my aunt was really demanding when it came to school and stuff. I was always a good student but my grades dropped after my parents' crash, and it never got better. So she was picking fights over that all the time. I did recover over my last year, but no thanks to her, I'll have you know."
"And do you miss them?"
"Of course I do. Who wouldn't?"
I shrugged.
Nettie leaned forward, catching my eyes. "Don't you miss your parents? Or was that different where you're from?"
"Breeders aren't like that at home." I paused. "Weren't. They protected their offspring for the first couple years of their life, but afterwards, everyone went their own way. And it was never more than that, just protection and a supply of nutrients. You wouldn't find any breeders kissing or cuddling their young like people do here."
"Oh. That's kinda sad."
"It's it? I never thought about it. Although sometimes I figure infancy in this dimension would have been a pleasant experience. It's nice being held. I wouldn't have minded it, had I known that feeling sooner." I raised my head to smile at her. "Then again, you've given me a lot in that regard."
Nettie reached out to squeeze my hand. "Baby girl." She said nothing else for a while. "So, what's this about Eli having to get his car fixed?"
"One of the windows got smashed in." I held her gently searching gaze. "Nothing was taken."
"Baby girl."
"Hm?"
"
Baby. Girl."
I groaned. "A folder. With an interrogation transcript from one of the murder cultists. Mary Markov gave it to me."
"And you didn't want to tell me this why?"
I pursed my lips.
Nettie Peterson crossed her arms, raising a brow at me. "I came clean about dating the fishwoman, so you really owe it to me to keep me informed on any magical stalkers you got."
"I don't know that I'd call them a stalker."
"What would you call them?"
"Jewel." My hand absently began tracing lines on my stomach. "That's their name, apparently."
"The creep who hit on you and then disemboweled you?"
"I don't know that they disemboweled me."
"They had to stuff your guts back in at the clinic," my savior human reminded me.
"Stop bringing that up, please."
I feel so weak whenever I think about them. Totally helpless. I took a deep, cleansing breath before settling against the backrest of my chair, grounding myself. Then I unpacked.
I'm turning into a regular unreliable narrator with my storytelling for this blog, aren't I. As you may or may not have guessed, there is another reason for me staying over at Nettie's the last couple days. Maybe she sensed it somehow—she claims to have mother's intuition, and even though she's not technically my parent, I believe her. Or perhaps Elijah Carter shared his suspicions with her. Either way, it's true. I seem to have acquired a stalker. I can't hold down a job but at least I've got that going for me. Let me stay over at the beginning.
The day after Eli and I had talked to Kit in the grotto—referring to her as Princess Chandra still doesn't feel right—I was driving out for gas. The whole time while I was filling up my car, I had this feeling that I was being watched. It was beyond uncomfortable, and I kept glancing into the rearview mirror during the drive back. I thought I could hear the roar of a motorcycle, but whenever I tried to focus on the sound or started looking for the source, it seemed to be escaping me. I double-checked whether I'd locked my door that night. In fact, I triple-checked. I was on edge. It was an eerie, uncanny sensation, like bugs crawling beneath my skin. I made dinner, then tried to sit still as I ate it in front of my television.
I ended up calling Elijah. We didn't talk about anything important, but he was glad to stay on the phone with me while I washed up and got ready for bed. It might have been his pleasing dark baritone or the weary relaxation that always swings along when he speaks, but something about his voice helped me unwind. I ended up falling asleep while still on the call. I was faintly aware of him saying my name and then chuckling and hanging up when he received a snore in response.
I have always enjoyed the transition into the sleeping state. My eyelids growing heavier, the world losing focus, my mind drifting off… It's such a soothing, peaceful process. I've found that I dislike dreaming, though. You never know what you get. I've had all sorts of rattling dreams, ranging anywhere from nightmarish and homesick to sexually confusing. But this one truly took the cake, as they say.
It started with me walking through an unfamiliar neighborhood that looked like an abstraction of my own. It was far too shiny and colorful, and not in an aesthetically pleasing way. I was not really walking either—my feet were heavy as lead, my bare skin unprotected from the harsh breeze assaulting my body. I kept staggering forward, aimless and confused, wishing for shelter but unsure of where to find it. My head was reeling from the hunger and desperation, and there was not a soul in sight to help. I started knocking on random doors, but nobody opened. House by house, I was getting increasingly frustrated. The knocks turned into incessant pounding, the sound mingling with my crying. The tears blurring my vision made it even harder to press on. Before long, I was weeping intensely, my steps becoming more frantic as I continued heading from door to door.
Why was nobody answering me? I could hear people talking in hushed voices behind the walls, I could see their silhouettes flitting to and fro in the windows. Anger began to bubble up inside me, heating up my chest and constricting my throat. My fist became more forceful as it clashed with the surface of each door, until I started to throw my whole body against them. My sobs turned into howls of fury, I was beginning to yell obscenities and outlandish threats before finally, my body started to turn. This wasn’t the silent transition I was used to, however.
I could feel my skin
rip open as it gave way for my tentacles to spring free. Normally, it’s like these extra appendages simply melt out of my body. It’s not painful, and I don’t even really pay attention to the sensation most of the time. But this, this was pure agony. I broke down in the middle of the street, wailing like a creature of myth. How could a dream give me this kind of anguish? I suppose I knew deep down that I was dreaming, and I willed myself to wake up, to emerge from this state…
That’s when a thought crossed my mind. Was this really a dream?
It didn’t seem like one. It felt way too real and structured, almost coming off as scripted. Like an experience that someone had thought up and planned out for me, vaguely meaningful, maybe in an attempt to prove some kind of point, maybe just to terrorize me. The realization had my blood run cold, and that little part of my conscience that was aware of this not being real went wild. What in the world was happening to me? Who was doing this to me, and
just how? And yet, a spark of fight lit up within me over it all. I had to tear myself out of this trance by any means necessary.
For a moment, I managed to push aside the pain and uncertainty, trying to
focus. I pushed against the heaviness of sleep, through the fog of my clouded mind. Apparently, that was enough. The surreal, unnaturally bright world around me grew dark and I could once more make out the familiar shadowy outlines of my bedroom. I was in the present, back in the actual, physical realm of the waking.
The first thing I noticed was that my eyes were
burning. There was a demanding pressure around my brows and lids, and my heart sank when I realized it was fingers peeling them open. My nightlight provided a soft blue sheen that came to rest on a chair that had been pushed up from my bedside, and furthermore, on the figure that occupied it. Their arms were extended, their hands resting on both sides of my face as they forced my eyes open. In the gentle cerulean glow, I recognized the shimmering vast irises of the cultist.
A deep, almost primal fear took hold of me. This was worse than the not-dream, a thousand times worse. The cold that seeped into my bones at the mere sight of them sent shivers running up and down my spine, trickling through my body like electric shocks.
I instantly started thrashing, or I would have liked to; except not a single muscle in my body would respond to the frantic outcries of my frenzied mind. My eyeballs had gone as dry as sandpaper, the painful sting penetrating my vision and setting my senses ablaze, paired with an accompanying feeling of nausea. And yet, I couldn’t help but remain transfixed on that horrid stare piercing into mine. My lips parted a mere fracture of an inch, just enough for me to take in a ragged, wheezing breath that I’d meant to give way to a shout. Not a single sound left my parched throat, though. Still, the cultist appeared to notice that I was awake.
With a sigh, they withdrew, releasing my eyes for me to blink furiously. The moment they averted their gaze, I covered my face with my hands, aggravated tears wetting my trembling palms. “You piece of shit,” I pressed out the second I regained my voice. “You fucking piece of shit…” I found myself unable to form any clear thoughts. My heart was thundering in my chest, my ears were ringing—I was a horrified, shaking mess.
“I didn’t think you’d wake up.” There was genuine astonishment in their tone. “Proper shame, too, I was just getting started.”
“What the fuck,” I breathed, still shielding my face. “How the hell did you get in here? Why… just… just why—what even was that?”
“What, you think doors keep me out? What a very human notion.”
I was slowly beginning to recover my wits, reason restoring to her throne. I squeezed my eyes shut, opening my mouth as my fangs came out. “You’re not getting out of here alive.”
“Calm down, okay? I was just having some fun. I was going to let you wake up, alright?” their disembodied voice came from my bedside. “I’m here to talk, is all.”
I vaguely turned my head in their direction. I knew I shouldn’t even bother, I should rip the bastard’s throat out now that I had the chance. There was something there, though; something in their words intrigued me. Besides, they could have easily killed me in my sleep, so why didn’t they? There was something they were after. I figured I would have to tell Mary Markov about this, and the more information I’d be able to give her, the better. “This feels like a fever dream,” I muttered.
“Doesn’t it?” Jewel asked giddily. “I get that a lot.”
“Speak then, leech. What is going on here?”
“I came to—Oh, will you open your eyes already? I’m not gonna try anything else, I promise. Cross my heart and hope to die.”
“Don’t you dare mock me.” I tried to mask the tremor in my voice. “Either you talk now or I swear I’ll skin you.”
“Okay, well. I’m here on behalf of the Collective. You have one week to report to the warehouse. We’ll have someone waiting there to welcome you. Simply put, you’ll join our cause. But you know, you can sleep on it or whatever. Take your time. I’m sure you’ll make the right decision soon, especially since there’s only the one option, really.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Part of me considered the possibility of all of this merely being part of another, bigger dream, but sadly, everything seemed to point against it. “What if I don’t?”
“Then we
will come after you and probably the rest of your little found family, too,” Jewel explained nonchalantly.
“You’re awfully sure I’d let you.”
“Yes, yes, you grow big, sharp teeth and tentacles, I get it. You’re a menace. To three to four people. But if you’re up against half a dozen, all armed and unintimidated by your admittedly glorious and utterly terrifying appearance, I imagine things would be different.”
I wanted to offer some sort of confident riposte, but I simply couldn’t. A tiny voice inside my head actually agreed. “So what
is your cause? Or are you aiming to recruit me based on fear alone?”
“Oh, not at all—I was just getting there. We want to, in essence, end all things.”
A brief silence settled upon us. I dropped my hands to lock eyes with Jewel, this time without any hypnotic side effects. They were beaming at me, my nightlight adding an unearthly quality to their bright, dimpling smile.
“What?”
Jewel’s grin grew wider. “Oh, you heard me, baby. We want to… we
will bring about the apocalypse. It’s not going to be easy, and it’s not going to be fast. It’d be a boon if we had another being such as yourself at our side for it.”
“Another?”
Impossibly, the corners of the cultist’s mouth curled even further, their eyes shining with mirth. They tossed their pale blond hair, responding only with a huff of laughter.
“You,” I whispered. “You too.” I swallowed, reaching up to massage my throbbing temples. “Why do you want this world to end? You aren’t native to it, right? But do you really hate it that much?”
“Oh, it’s not that I hate it. I just don’t care for it all that much. Okay, listen, it’s not gonna be a
real apocalypse. It’s just gonna look like it for a moment. And sure, the humans may or may not survive—they probably won’t, not gonna lie—but it’ll be for the greater good, and the two of us are gonna make it for sure.”
I frowned. “What?”
“You keep saying that.”
“Yes, because you aren’t making any sense. I don’t get what you’re trying to tell me.”
Jewel sighed. “Well, I can’t give you
everything. Just… just trust me. You’ll
want to be on our side, you’re gonna want to help us. Again, you literally have no other choice, so… yeah.”
“You know, I’ve been asked to go on a murderous rampage by someone far more attractive before, and I still said no.”
“Oh, you won’t be doing any of the killing. Not much, at any rate.”
“That’s a great comfort to me,” I said, without much sarcasm at all.
Jewel tilted their head at me. “I gotta admit, I
do not get you. I kinda wish I did, though. Anyways, I guess I’ll leave you to it, then. Goodnight.”
“So you’ll head right out now? Just like that?”
They twinkled at me. “Want me to stay?”
“Oh, Lord, no.”
“Yeah, well, if you wanna fight now, I gotta disappoint you. I’m not feeling up to it.”
I wanted to tell them that it was not their decision to make, that I wouldn’t let them leave, but somehow, I thought better of it. Quelling the anger raging inside of me, I strained to keep my tone calm. “What was your home like? What kind of a dimension are you from?”
The question seemed to catch them off guard. “Please don’t ask me things like that.”
“Why?”
“You… just stop.” Their voice had suddenly become brittle and quiet. I’d rattled them. A warm feeling of glorious triumph surged through me like a wave.
“Do you remember what they called you back there? I don’t. Maybe we didn’t even have names, I really don’t know anymore.” I shrugged.
Jewel rose to their feet a little too quickly. Their eyes were shining with moisture, and before they could wipe them dry, a single tear rolled down their cheek. To my complete astonishment, it hardened the second it dropped off their chin, forming a tiny, sparkling yellow stone. They caught it with practiced precision, hastily stuffing it into the pocket of their jeans. “‘Scuse me, I, uh… I gotta go. See you soon.” Without losing another word, they headed out into the living room, and after another moment, I heard the front door slam. The noise of a motorcycle engine revving was carried in on the breeze through my open window a minute later.
I stayed seated upright in my bed, staring blankly at the wall across from me.
Thus ended my retelling of events to Nettie Peterson, taking us back into the garden. She regarded me with wide eyes, her jaw slackened. She then shook her head, letting out a string of incoherent murmurs as she sank back into her seat. “I don’t believe this,” she breathed. “What… what are you gonna do about this? You’re not seriously gonna go along with what that psycho wants from you, right? Have you told the agency yet?”
“No,” I admitted. “And I haven’t been to the warehouse either. My week is not up yet, so that’s probably okay… I really don’t know what to do, though.”
“Well, that’s an easy one. You call this Markov-lady, have her raid the warehouse and arrest every last one of those freaks she can find!”
“But they won’t leave it at that. They’ll come after me. And you, too.”
“Don’t worry about me. I can hold my own.n” lg
“I’m not saying you can’t, but—”
“No buts. I’ll be fine. Both of us will be. And I hope you know I won’t have you going back to your apartment after this. You’re staying here with me, where it’s safe.” Her eyes looked almost golden in the light of the setting sun. “Let's go back inside. It’s time I showed you where I hide my guns.”
I pursed my lips. “Gun-s? As in plural?”
“Oh, absolutely.” She took me by the hand, pulling me to my feet with a melodic hum falling from her lips.
I know I have a lot going on in my life right now, but Lord, am I grateful that this woman’s in it.
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2023.06.03 21:20 throwaway-78285 Struggling with burnout-induced depression, implemented a bunch of healthy habits, but still heavily traumatized by work. What should I do?
Hi all! I'm an entrepreneur, and after a couple of years of burnout, my condition has significantly worsened two months ago, and I've been diagnosed with moderate to severe clinical depression. I've been having an indescribable feeling of sorrow, anxiety, apathy, helplessness and emptiness; in the first week of the whole episode, it was even hard to get out of my bed. For the past two months, whenever worked (or even just thinking about work), I would experience immense anxiety, fear and (sometimes) anger, as well as physical symptoms, such as massive headache, body tremors, and faster heart beats (and one time, almost hyperventilating). As a result, I've not been productive at work and in every sense of the word, dreaded it.
I've been taking some time off work, been in therapy and implemented new habits (living healthier, through exercise, diets, sleep, meditation), but recovery has not been linear (some days are better, some days are worse), and the anxiety and fear around work remains. The trauma around anything remotely related to work is real -- I still can't open/reply email, or think of anything/anyone around work at all -- all of these give me tremendous fear and anxiety. I've been totally offline for the better part of the last couple of weeks, but got an urgent update that a commercial deal we had been working on had fallen through, and it may have dire business consequences. It's hugely upsetting because I had hoped that the company (my business partner and the rest of the team) should be able to take care of these things without me, and it doesn't seem to be that way. Things at work are obviously worse now, and I won't be able to go back to work peacefully.
Right now, I'm just feeling a whole range of emotions -- sadness, anxiety, fear, helplessness, emptiness, anger and resentment. Maybe it's the depression speaking, but I've been thinking -- I've dedicated so much of my time, effort and personal resources into the company, and it seems that no one in the team (including my business partner) was as committed as me. At this moment, I want to prioritize healing, and even then, I'm not able to fully relax and recover. A part of me want to just abandon everything and focus on healing, but I'm too sad and anxious to even do anything remotely related to work.
Apologies for the long post, but I've been feeling so sad and lonely, and advice of what you would do, would be hugely appreciated!
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2023.06.03 21:09 throwaway-78285 Struggling with burnout-induced depression and heavily traumatized by work. What should I do?
Hi all! I've actually posted here before, but there has been a couple of updates, and now using a throwaway account and I've been feeling a lot worse these couple of days, so would appreciate any advice! Basically, I'm an entrepreneur, and after a couple of years of burnout, my condition has significantly worsened two months ago, and I've been diagnosed with moderate to severe clinical depression. I've been having an indescribable feeling of sorrow, anxiety, apathy, helplessness and emptiness; in the first week of the whole episode, it was even hard to get out of my bed. For the past two months, whenever worked (or even just thinking about work), I would experience immense anxiety, fear and (sometimes) anger, as well as physical symptoms, such as massive headache, body tremors, and faster heart beats (and one time, almost hyperventilating). As a result, I've not been productive at work and in every sense of the word, dreaded it. I've been taking some time off work, been in therapy and implemented new habits (living healthier, through exercise, diets, sleep, meditation), but recovery has not been linear (some days are better, some days are worse), and the anxiety and fear around work remains. The trauma around anything remotely related to work is real -- I still can't open/reply email, or think of anything/anyone around work at all -- all of these give me tremendous fear and anxiety. I've been totally offline for the better part of the last couple of weeks, but got an urgent update that a commercial deal we had been working on had fallen through, and it may have dire business consequences. It's hugely upsetting because I had hoped that the company (my business partner and the rest of the team) should be able to take care of these things without me, and it doesn't seem to be that way. Things at work are obviously worse now, and I won't be able to go back to work peacefully. Right now, I'm just feeling a whole range of emotions -- sadness, anxiety, fear, helplessness, emptiness, anger and resentment. Maybe it's the depression speaking, but I've been thinking -- I've dedicated so much of my time, effort and personal resources into the company, and it seems that no one in the team (including my business partner) was as committed as me. At this moment, I want to prioritize healing, and even then, I'm not able to fully relax and recover. A part of me want to just abandon everything and focus on healing, but I'm too sad and anxious to even do anything remotely related to work. Apologies for the long post, but I've been feeling so sad and lonely, and advice of what you would do, would be hugely appreciated!
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2023.06.03 21:05 Familiar-Tax4162 Malcolm Holmes glitch?
When I was around level 4 Malcolm approached me as I left the bison Steve hotel in Primm, I let him get away so I reloaded the auto save when I came out of the hotel but that time he never approached which I thought odd. Now I’m level 16 and he still never came. Any chance we know where his spawn point would’ve been and if there’s a body I can find? Or would it be gone by now and I’m SOL.
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2023.06.03 21:05 strangetimes198 Rear ended by a tractor trailer in Connecticut
Dear Legal Advice My car was rear ended on the highway by a tractor trailer in Connecticut. I don't want to go into specifics in case this becomes a court case as to how the accident occurred other than that I was rear ended. The car maybe/maybe not be repairable. What I am hearing from my own insurance company is really alarming. They say that most tractor trailers are owned by small companies and their insurance companies are a pain to deal with. Due my insurance, I will only get the difference between what I owe and what my car is deemed to be worth. If I owe more than what it is worth then I won't get any money for a destroyed car. They also told me that while they should pay for my rental car it may be a fight to get them to even do that. How is this possible? I was rear ended on the highway. The other driver drove off but eventually decided to pull over. One of the first responders said that there are cameras all along the highway that may have caught everything. The state trooper said that it was the tractor trailer's fault at the scene. I missed 2 days of work on doctor's orders which means that I am out over $400 plus a trip to a walk in clinic for $150 plus prescription muscle relaxants. My shoulder on my right side still hurts and I have trouble lifting a 5 pound bag on that side of my body. My insurance company is telling me that they will pay me up to a certain point but what about the person at fault and their insurance company? This whole thing sounds wrong to me. I could use input from others especially if you have legal experience in these matters. Thank you in advance.
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2023.06.03 20:59 BongWatcher Could someone interpret these biopsy results from my Endoscopy?
22 M / 5'11 / 170 lbs Recently diagnosed with schleroderma back in February after suffering from Raynaud's for about 7 years. The past year Ive been having frequent episodes of diahrrea ranging from 4 times a week to sometimes none, currently taking Omeprazole and Nifedipine. Did an Endoscopy in May and I just got the biopsy results back today and I have no idea what they mean, I have to wait a while before for an appointment with my doctor, could anyone put my mind at ease and tell me what these results mean, I don't think they look very good: Material submitted for examination: Multiple biopsy samples of the duodenal mucosa. 2 biopsy samples of the antrum-gastric angle mucosa. 2 biopsy samples of the gastric body mucosa. Clinical information (as reported in the request): Indication for endoscopic examination: scleroderma with intestinal manifestations (diarrhea). Endoscopic findings: cardiac incompetence; hyperemic gastroduodenitis. DIAGNOSIS Duodenal mucosa samples with a normal villous-to-crypt ratio (n.v. = 3/1) and CD3-positive intraepithelial lymphocytic infiltrate, equal to 5/100 enterocytes (n.v. <25/100) (1). Antrum gastric mucosa samples and the oxyntic-antral transition area with hyperplasia of the foveolae, angiectasias, and minimal lymphomonocytic inflammation of the lamina propria (2). Gastric body mucosa samples with minimal lymphomonocytic inflammation of the lamina propria (3). No bacteria morphologically compatible with Helicobacter pylori were histologically documented (modified Giemsa staining).
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2023.06.03 20:58 BongWatcher Could someone interpret these biopsy results from my Endoscopy?
22 M / 5'11 / 170 lbs
Recently diagnosed with schleroderma back in February after suffering from Raynaud's for about 7 years. The past year Ive been having frequent episodes of diahrrea ranging from 4 times a week to sometimes none, currently taking Omeprazole and Nifedipine. Did an Endoscopy in May and I just got biopsy results back today and I have no idea what they mean, I have to wait a while before for an appointment with my doctor, could anyone put my mind at ease and tell me what these results mean, I don't think they look very good:
Material submitted for examination:
- Multiple biopsy samples of the duodenal mucosa.
- 2 biopsy samples of the antrum-gastric angle mucosa.
- 2 biopsy samples of the gastric body mucosa.
Clinical information (as reported in the request):
- Indication for endoscopic examination: scleroderma with intestinal manifestations (diarrhea).
- Endoscopic findings: cardiac incompetence; hyperemic gastroduodenitis.
DIAGNOSIS Duodenal mucosa samples with a normal villous-to-crypt ratio (n.v. = 3/1) and CD3-positive intraepithelial lymphocytic infiltrate, equal to 5/100 enterocytes (n.v. <25/100) (1).
Antrum gastric mucosa samples and the oxyntic-antral transition area with hyperplasia of the foveolae, angiectasias, and minimal lymphomonocytic inflammation of the lamina propria (2).
Gastric body mucosa samples with minimal lymphomonocytic inflammation of the lamina propria (3).
No bacteria morphologically compatible with Helicobacter pylori were histologically documented (modified Giemsa staining).
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2023.06.03 20:57 No_Citron_4998 Repeated pleural effusion but diagnostic tests show nothing. Lost about next steps...
Species: Dog Age: 2 Years, 3 Months Sex/Neuter status: Male, Neutered Breed: Morkie Body weight: 9.6 lbs (June 3, 2023) History: - Allergic to chicken.
Clinical signs: - Coughing and wheezing that caused me to take him to the vet. - The vet performed x-rays that showed fluid around his chest cavity. - I have since taken him to complete an ultrasound, an echo, a CT and various fluid analyses which haven't led to anything conclusive. - So far, in about 40ish days, the vets have removed approximately 1L of thoracic fluid.
Duration: The coughing and wheezing in his breath started approximately April 15,2023.
Your general location: Ontario, Canada
Links to test results, vet reports, X-rays etc: General History:
https://imgur.com/a/piEQq29 Bloodwork:
https://imgur.com/a/plHrQSu Urine Analysis:
https://imgur.com/a/Jc4iOHi Fluid Analysis:
https://imgur.com/a/yGKmTyu X-Rays:
https://imgur.com/a/zKDriib CT Images/Video:
https://imgur.com/a/0NgjYZH Echo Report:
https://imgur.com/a/tKwyNE0 Ultrasound Report: Report states that everything is normal. CT Report: Report states that everything is normal.
Current Status: - The vet has said that his cytology is most consistent with a low protein transudate but there is no structural or functional cause at this point. All we can do is drain the fluid to provide relief. - The fluid keeps coming back relatively quickly and I have no idea what else I should be doing. - I am thinking about contacting my regular vet to see if I can start him on a high protein, low fat diet. I have been reading a lot about PLE and thought I might try this instead.
I am hoping for some advice and some direction on what to do next.
Thank you!
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