Hi Guys&Gals
I’ve been recently diagnosed here in the UK, by a Consultant Psychiatrist privately, although they do work within the NHS.
Regardless , I have been asked to initiate a conversation with my GP, in regards to accepting a shared care protocol, post titration.
Letters have been sent to my GP and my diagnosis report has also been sent.
I called the GP today, I was spoken too like I was stupid, there was zero compassion, and they even had the audacity to question my diagnosis , and went so far as to say this “have you seen the recent Panorama documentary about private adhd diagnosis, we will have to check to make sure this is valid” as if I’d gone to see some fly by night back street quack!?
To me that’s a terrible way to treat someone, regardless of there issues. But someone with mental health issues?
I tried to complain but all they did was sent me to the crisis team as they thought I was suicidal? All because the receptionist didn’t understand nor know what a SCP was?
Now, I will be making a formal complaint, and making a massive song and dance about this.
But, for the adhd element, what route do I have? Change GP? Is getting a SCP really that hard?
Any advice or recent experiences you could advise on, I’m so overwhelmed as it is, but now I’m pissed off and I want justice…
But I also want to get on with my life and get medicated!!
I’ve been diagnosed ADHD-C with ASD(borderline) and mild anxiety. I’m on sertraline, and desperately want to get off that crap… but I’m lost as to where to go and what to do?
Any help is greatly appreciated

Hi everyone, I'm currently on a journey of losing weight and boy it's been hard fought. I am a 5'2.5" tall 28 year old female. My highest weight was 341 on November 1st, 2022 and as of today, I was down to 304.
I'm already working to cut my calorie intake down to 1500-1600 calories a day and that helps immensely when I can stick to it (gotta love prednisone munchies). However, I would also like to increase my activity levels. I am largely sedentary and a big part of my problem right now is I am recovering from a traumatic ankle break that occurred 3 months ago. I have been mostly wheelchair bound in that time, though I am finally able to bear weight and I am learning to walk again/build up the strength I lost in that leg while it healed.
While I can walk a bit (very slowly) with my walker, I can't do very much as it is still very difficult.
What are some ways I can build up my activity level? I do my physical therapy (mostly stretches) every day and I walk when I can. I can also use a recumbent bike, albeit very slowly and gently. I'd like to do more. Any and all suggestions are welcome!

Hey all I have rbr750 and have had overall no issues. For a while my one computer has not been able to connect to the Wi-Fi network but can connect to the satellite via Ethernet. I’m trying to diagnose why one device in my household will not connect to it. Other Wi-Fi networks work great with the computer and like I said Ethernet works as well on this network. I turned on the guest network today as well and connected to it. I had a signal for about a minute on the computer before it lost internet completely on that device. Seems to me that it must be an Orbi issue but cannot find a fix that has worked. Any help would be appreciated, thanks all!

I have lost the Mike Yastrzemski HR Kaiju Moment 4 times today because a base runner got picked off. WTF!? 😕😠

I have only met few doctors who were into FIRE. Most doctors are very bad with their money and live payslip to payslip even as consultants.
I also struggle to understand people who take really long to cct. Intercalate, gap years, clinical fellow jobs, changing specialty, doing md/phd, fellowships. I spoke to senior reg today and he came back after doing phd. He said it didn't add much value to getting consultant job in his specialty and phd project not anything groundbreaking. Is he interested in academia not particularly. There are lots of doctors like that. Just do phd for the sake of doin it. That 3 years of lost earning is actually huge when you think about power of compunding.
We already take really long to start earning decent money compared to other professions and delaying it even further for no monetery reason makes no sense to me.
I get it people have different priorities in life. Thats why i wanted to check if anyone shares similar mindset to me.

The war in Sudan is tragic and we, as Sudanese need to unite regardless of tribe, ethnic group, or religion because we want a good life for our people. We need to dismantle the racism in our community. Although we are victims of racism in the Arab world, we still treat refugees from South Sudan, Ethiopia, and Eritrea in the same way. Our community keeps on talking about “Ethiopians are our brothers and sisters” and “we love Eritrea” but then when Ethiopians come to our countries wearing traditional clothing, we make rude comments like “why are you wearing that like a ‘habash’?”
I’ve heard Eritreans tell me about how Eritreans in Sudan have been insulted and robbed by some racist Sudanese people and yelling “f*ck Habash”. It’s disgusting how this is an issue in our community.
The ironic thing is how we constantly complain about racism in Egypt but we treat refugees the same way. Not to mention, we are racist to other tribes as well. We literally lost South Sudan because of the racism and marginalization they faced. And we need to stop sugarcoating and saying “oh it was just Omar Al Bashir” because there are many Sudanese who are racist to South Sudanese as well. I know most of us are against this racism but there is still a significant minority that is causing all of these issues in Sudan.
There are people in the Arab world who call us “A7san Nas” (the best people). How about we actually try to live up to this title by accepting and uniting every tribe in Sudan, accept, welcome, and love every refugee that comes to Sudan regardless of where they’re from, speaking out against anything bad that happens in Sudan regardless of where it is, and respect everyone regardless if they identify as Arab or African (it’s their identity, not yours).
There is a story of Sudanese shopkeepers putting up signs saying “No Egyptians allowed”. Listen, I don’t care what your opinion on Egypt is, racism against Egyptians is not okay either. They’re humans as well and we need to openly condemn what those shopkeepers did.
I understand, as Sudanese people, we are victims of racism in Egypt, Saudi, Lebanon, and the rest of the Arab world, but in no way, shape, or form does this allow us to be racist.
A literal genocide was carried out in Darfur and people in Khartoum just saw that, said “oh no” and moved on with their day-to-day lives. People constantly excuse this behaviour with “Darfur is far away from Khartoum” but this excuse is simply lazy. We could have at least protested against what was happening and spread awareness. We literally have Sudanese Armed Forces and RSF in Yemen rn and we move on with our lives. We see East African refugees in Khartoum treated like garbage and we don’t say anything. The “oh it happened far away” excuse is just lazy.
I’m proud Sudanese. I love my country and my culture. But I can still love my country and still criticize the things that happen in society. Our society is messed up and I know MOST Sudanese are AGAINST this racism in our society, but we are still quiet about it and we need to start talking. We need to silence this loud racist minority, fix our reputation, accept all tribes, refugees, citizens of Sudan, make peace and friendship with our southern neighbour, stop hating on all Egyptians, THEN we can let people call us “A7san Nas”.
Here are some amazing articles talking about this issue (they may have been posted a couple years ago but they are still accurate today):
https://www.aljazeera.com/amp/opinions/2020/8/13/do-black-lives-matter-in-sudan
https://reliefweb.int/report/sudan/sudan-needs-address-racial-tension-build-sustainable-peace
We got to do better.
If you’re Arab or African, Muslim or Christian, Beja, Fur, Zaghawa, Nubian, Rashaida, Falatta, or any other tribe in Sudan, you’re Sudanese, let’s stop this racism and unite. If you are Ethiopian, Eritrean, South Sudanese, Egyptian, Arab or East African, you’re my brother or sister.
Pray for Sudan 🇸🇩❤️

I work at a waterfront pizza/grille spot in Orange County, California. Last night, after 8pm when we were closing up (only myself and two people in the kitchen left), a lovely gentleman comes up to the bar while I'm cleaning.
Him: You have my credit card here. My name is......blah blah.
Me: (checking the designated spot for those) I'm sorry, but I don't have any lost credit cards here.
Him: I just called and "they" said it was here.
Me: (knowing nobody called, it's only me who could answer the phone) Whom did you speak to?
Him: Well not just now. I called 3 weeks ago.
Me: Oook, well we don't keep lost credit cards beyond a week.
Him: That's ridiculous! You knew I wanted it because I called.
Me: And we would then save it, for a week, for you to come pick it up.
Him: I live in Pasadena and had to wait until today when I was going to already be in the area.
Me: Well unfortunately that is well beyond the amount of time we keep lost cards, so if that wasn't communicated to us during the phone call, then we wouldn't have had any way to know you were coming for it.
Him: I already told you I wanted it well over a month ago, and now I drove all the way down from Pasadena for this!
Me: You just told me it was 3 weeks ago you called, and that you were already in the area today.
Him: I want to talk to the owner right now!
Me: He isn't here at this time of night.
Him: Then I want you to call him!
Me: I will not.
Him: Get me your manager!!!
Me: I am my manager.
Him: I'm gonna make sure you don't get away with this horrible customer service, kid! (He might be 50 and I'm 43)
Me: I think I'll be ok.
Him: You shouldn't have this job or any job at all if you refuse to take it seriously! I want you to find my card now!
Me: Sir, you've told me you lost your card however long ago, because your story keeps evolving. You could have cancelled that card and another one would have been mailed and already here by now. I have made it clear that the card was thrown out one week after you left it here. So the only way to "find" it would be to dumpster dive in an unknown landfill at this point, which I'm not in a position to do for you. Apologies.
He heads out the door, turns, comes back in.
Him: Will you validate my parking?
Me: Of course I will. (pops it in the machine, hands it back) The parking kiosks at the exit are not manned after 8pm, just automated. I hope a credit card won't be a problem.
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That's the best word-for-word recollection I can do.

Does anyone have any idea how to help my daughter (20 months) not completely lose her mind at the doctor? She is perfectly happy right up to the point where the nurse or doctor conducts any part of the exam. Then she immediately starts crying/screaming, pushing the doctor or nurse away, and has to be held still to finish the exam.
She particularly has problems with the pulse oximeter. The last time we tried the pulse oximeter she got so upset she threw up. Today the nurse tried having her hold the oximeter and the nurse put it on her finger and basically had my daughter do a reading on the nurse. My daughter was nervous holding the device and pushing the buttons, but she seemed ok. The second we tried to put the sensor on her finger she just lost it. The foot sensor is even worse. She hates her feet being touched or poked at.
I just don't know what to do. She has to go to the doctor, she has to be examined, but I'm afraid these visits to the doctor are going to continue to be a huge issue and she'll be traumatized from it.

Im 1810 and I need a warlock LS build, the simpilier the better, LS is too rage inducing I can't cope.

My father passed away last month at the age of 60. Although he had a number of illnesses, with one being from a young age, his death was unexpected. This is incredibly hard to come to terms with as I expect anyone on this subreddit would appreciate. Reading posts of some people on here who have lost loved ones at a young age or in terrible circumstances puts my loss in perspective but its still no less raw or devastating. I read a eulogy at my fathers funeral which I'm going to add below. It's long and most people won't read it but I just want to tell as many people as possible how amazing my father was. I have omitted any names from the eulogy and replaced with NAME. I will say though my dads name was Mark and I hope anyone who reads this sees how incredible he was.
Thank you all for coming.
My Dad was the person I looked up to the most, especially the older I got where I grew to appreciate the incredible man he was and how he lived his life. He had things very hard from a young age with multiple conditions, but he never let that define him. He appreciated the good things in his life, and not once did I ever hear him dwell on the bad that happened to him, his attitude was always to enjoy what he could surrounded by the people he loved for as long as he could no matter what was thrown his way. My dad possessed many qualities which include being kind, thoughtful, funny, loving and he is the strongest person mentally I’ve ever met and I’m proud and fortunate that he was my dad. The challenge to show those qualities became harder especially in the last few years but he never stopped living and being the man he always was, laughing, joking, and enjoying himself around his family.
His sense of humour was witty and dark, and he loved to wind people up, especially my mum. Even in his final hours he had his sense of humour. He was lying in bed that morning and he had a remote to move the bed into different positions. My mum heard him call her, so she went in and the remote was on the floor. My dad said sorry NAME can you pick it up, so she did. 10 minutes later she heard my dad call her again, so she went back in, the remote was on the floor again this time my dad had a grin on his face, my mum picked it up and gave it to him and warned him not to drop it again. He did of course drop it again and my mum saw a big smile on his face like he always had as she came back in. She knew he was winding her up and was smiling as well and I’m sure my dad thought about doing it again, but he knew one more time and it would be wrapped around his neck.
Two of my oldest memories I have of my dad are of stories he liked to tell because he found them funny to talk about over the years and I know he would like me to mention them. I don’t know whether it’s a coincidence they both involve alcohol, but he was a SURNAME so of course he enjoyed a drink.
The first is when I was around 5 and my dad and I were watching tv and he was enjoying a glass of whiskey. He went out to go to the bathroom and I seized my opportunity, grabbed the whiskey, and had a swig. My Dad came back into the room with me screaming it burns it burns pointing at the glass. My dad knew what needed to be done and rushed into action grabbing a can of lager and having me drink some to get rid of the whiskey taste. It did work to be fair and when I was older, I hated whiskey and enjoyed lager, which explains a lot.
The second story I want to share is another from when I was young. My dad would always go out drinking with his brothers NAME and NAME on boxing day. It was usually a nice casual drink and a chance for them to spend time together. However, on this occasion my dad got very drunk. So drunk his brothers had to carry him home which was an incredible feat by itself as he was not a small man. What was even more impressive is they managed to get him home but avoid my mum. They achieved this by leaving him sitting by the bins outside and knocking the door and running off. I don’t blame them, and I think it was a very smart move. However, what they didn’t expect was my dad to get up and manage to fall inside the bin. That was the sight that greeted my mum.
My dad was a great father to me and my sister NAME. He was limited physically in some of the things he could do with us but he more than made up for it in other ways and he was always there for us when we needed him. The only thing my father got wrong when NAME and I were growing up in my opinion is he should have been a bit harsher on NAME. She was always terrorizing me, and I was always calm and never did anything to instigate things, but she couldn’t be stopped. I think my father showed a bit of favouritism there.
At Christmas and other occasions, he enjoyed having everyone around and eating, drinking, playing games and having fun. Trivial pursuit was something he always wanted to play, probably because he would often win. He would always play as the blue counter, his favourite colour and if my nan was there which she usually was she would go on his team as she knew he would get everything right and she could sit back and sip her dissarano. I’m sorry nan but I really don’t think your going to win many games in future.
A memory of Christmas that sticks out is when we were playing a golf game on the Nintendo wii and it was my dads go. He was very competitive and put a lot of effort into his swing as he had to make up for the fact, he was playing sitting down. On this occasion he tried a bit too hard and also forgot to tighten the strap causing the wii remote to go flying off his wrist and straight into the tv destroying the screen. I will never forget the look on his face, a combination of shock and disbelief.
My dad also enjoyed playing real golf, many times with me and his son in law NAME but always with his mum. He caught the golf bug later in life but would play almost every week, sometimes twice a week for the part of the year they could use a buggy on the course. His father also used to go with them to drive the buggy and the sight of it all on the course was terrifying for others playing. A typical sight would be his father with his sunglasses on no matter the weather, driving the buggy with my dad in front and my nan sitting at the back trying to hold on as his father drove way to fast hitting every bump he could find and just about staying upright. He would then drop them off next to their drive which had gone maybe 50 yards at most, which considering their limitations wasn’t bad. They would play their shots with his father laughing hysterically and taunting them from the buggy as their balls went another 50 yards. To just be on the golf course playing with the pain my father was in and the limitations he had was an inspiration to me. He didn’t care what anyone else thought as he was doing what he enjoyed.
There are many more memories I could talk about and many more things he enjoyed doing but we’ll be here hours if I go into everything, and nobody wants that including me. NAME will go into more of my dad’s hobbies and life later, but I hope what the memories I’ve talked about show is how my dad loved being around his family and always lived life to the fullest. I wish we had more years with him, but I can say with confidence that he was happy and content that he had an excellent life.
There are a few milestones I want to talk about that I know would be important to my dad.
My Mum and Dad met working in a bakery. The day he got married to my mum I know he would have felt so lucky to have found someone he loved and could spend his life with or as my nan put it when preparing for today, he married the best tart in the bakery. They were always there for each other, and I know my dad would have very much appreciated the emotional support she gave him especially the last few years. It wasn’t easy for her either dealing with my dad’s illness but I’m so proud of my mum and dad for how they dealt with everything. Susan and I could not have wished for better parents.
The day my sister NAME and I were both born but especially me were big moments for my dad and changed his life forever, hopefully for the better but maybe not always. Also, important moments were when his Grandchildren NAME and NAME were born who may not know how lucky they are to have had my dad around for the time they did but they will when they are older as they look back to Grampys example and guidance.
My dad was so happy that NAME and I had both found what he had with my mum. For NAME it was NAME and for me it was NAME. NAME and I have chosen the easier option of having dogs rather than children which my dad, despite saying he never wanted a dog around or had any interest in them ended up loving having both NAME and NAME around. He would play with them despite it being hard for him and enjoyed taunting them with toys and chews and they would taunt him back by leaving things just out of reach for him.
The day my sister NAME and NAME got married was an emotional and wonderful day for my dad. Getting to walk his daughter down the aisle was a happy and proud moment for him. we didn’t know if he’d be able to do it beforehand, but he wasn’t going to miss the chance, so he got through it as he always did. My dad was not known for speaking in large crowds or being confident at it, in fact it was the opposite. However, the speech he gave at NAME wedding was incredible, funny, emotional, and memorable. He spoke from the heart without anything prepared and I am so proud he not only got through it but delivered an unforgettable speech.
There was never any pressure put on me or NAME. The only thing he wanted for us was to be happy and if we were happy that was ok for him.
I want to finish by sharing what some of his closest family wanted me to say on their behalf. This is their words read out by me.
His Wife NAME says, Mark was the love of my life, my soulmate with so many happy years together. Those years were rich with happy memories with our family. No more pain and suffering now my darling, rest now. My everlasting love always.
His daughter NAME says, I could not have asked for a better dad. You were always supportive and patient in everything I did. Your Grandchildren NAME and NAME will remember you as wise and funny, you always took an interest in what they liked. I will miss you incredibly, but you will forever be in my heart.
His Mother NAME says, Words cannot say how much I will miss you. I get comfort that you are not in any pain now. Sleep my darling until we are together again.
His brother NAME says, I will love and miss you always, brother.
His Brother NAME says, Dear Brother I will start by saying at least you are now at peace and pain free. You will be deeply missed by us all, after all you were the diplomatic one of the family. Mark was the most patient and calm member of us all and nothing was any bother for him to do. Love you Mark God bless you and thank you for being my brother, Love NAME.
His Son in law NAME says, thank you for welcoming me into your family with nothing but love and kindness. We shared a love for formula 1 and I’ll think of you whenever I’m watching a race.
His Niece NAME says, Uncle Mark was always kind and caring to me and you could tell how much he loved his family. Whenever I visited and complained about something he always found a way to spin it in a positive light and give me a new perspective. My last memory is of him in his chair putting his jumper on which got stuck after his arms were through. He made me jump because I thought he was headless and gave us all a good laugh. I feel lucky to have had him as an uncle.
Finally, for me he was my hero. I owe him everything. I couldn’t have wished for a better man to look up to and learn from. My respect for how he lived his life despite the challenges he faced is immeasurable. He never complained, never worried, never gave up, he lived his life to the maximum he could, doing the things he enjoyed around the people he loved right until the very end.
Dad I’m going to miss you beyond words and its going to be hard, but I will draw from what you taught me and live my life the best I can. It is said that a person is never truly gone as long as they are still talked about. Well, the impact You had on those around you means stories of you will be passed down for generations. The memories I have of you will stay in my head and the love and respect I have for you will remain in my heart forever.

My father passed away last month at the age of 60. Although he had a number of illnesses, with one being from a young age, his death was unexpected. This is incredibly hard to come to terms with as I expect anyone on this subreddit would appreciate. Reading posts of some people on here who have lost loved ones at a young age or in terrible circumstances puts my loss in perspective but its still no less raw or devastating. I read a eulogy at my fathers funeral which I'm going to add below. It's long and most people won't read it but I just want to tell as many people as possible how amazing my father was. I have omitted any names from the eulogy and replaced with NAME. I will say though my dads name was Mark and I hope anyone who reads this sees how incredible he was.
Thank you all for coming.
My Dad was the person I looked up to the most, especially the older I got where I grew to appreciate the incredible man he was and how he lived his life. He had things very hard from a young age with multiple conditions, but he never let that define him. He appreciated the good things in his life, and not once did I ever hear him dwell on the bad that happened to him, his attitude was always to enjoy what he could surrounded by the people he loved for as long as he could no matter what was thrown his way. My dad possessed many qualities which include being kind, thoughtful, funny, loving and he is the strongest person mentally I’ve ever met and I’m proud and fortunate that he was my dad. The challenge to show those qualities became harder especially in the last few years but he never stopped living and being the man he always was, laughing, joking, and enjoying himself around his family.
His sense of humour was witty and dark, and he loved to wind people up, especially my mum. Even in his final hours he had his sense of humour. He was lying in bed that morning and he had a remote to move the bed into different positions. My mum heard him call her, so she went in and the remote was on the floor. My dad said sorry NAME can you pick it up, so she did. 10 minutes later she heard my dad call her again, so she went back in, the remote was on the floor again this time my dad had a grin on his face, my mum picked it up and gave it to him and warned him not to drop it again. He did of course drop it again and my mum saw a big smile on his face like he always had as she came back in. She knew he was winding her up and was smiling as well and I’m sure my dad thought about doing it again, but he knew one more time and it would be wrapped around his neck.
Two of my oldest memories I have of my dad are of stories he liked to tell because he found them funny to talk about over the years and I know he would like me to mention them. I don’t know whether it’s a coincidence they both involve alcohol, but he was a SURNAME so of course he enjoyed a drink.
The first is when I was around 5 and my dad and I were watching tv and he was enjoying a glass of whiskey. He went out to go to the bathroom and I seized my opportunity, grabbed the whiskey, and had a swig. My Dad came back into the room with me screaming it burns it burns pointing at the glass. My dad knew what needed to be done and rushed into action grabbing a can of lager and having me drink some to get rid of the whiskey taste. It did work to be fair and when I was older, I hated whiskey and enjoyed lager, which explains a lot.
The second story I want to share is another from when I was young. My dad would always go out drinking with his brothers NAME and NAME on boxing day. It was usually a nice casual drink and a chance for them to spend time together. However, on this occasion my dad got very drunk. So drunk his brothers had to carry him home which was an incredible feat by itself as he was not a small man. What was even more impressive is they managed to get him home but avoid my mum. They achieved this by leaving him sitting by the bins outside and knocking the door and running off. I don’t blame them, and I think it was a very smart move. However, what they didn’t expect was my dad to get up and manage to fall inside the bin. That was the sight that greeted my mum.
My dad was a great father to me and my sister NAME. He was limited physically in some of the things he could do with us but he more than made up for it in other ways and he was always there for us when we needed him. The only thing my father got wrong when NAME and I were growing up in my opinion is he should have been a bit harsher on NAME. She was always terrorizing me, and I was always calm and never did anything to instigate things, but she couldn’t be stopped. I think my father showed a bit of favouritism there.
At Christmas and other occasions, he enjoyed having everyone around and eating, drinking, playing games and having fun. Trivial pursuit was something he always wanted to play, probably because he would often win. He would always play as the blue counter, his favourite colour and if my nan was there which she usually was she would go on his team as she knew he would get everything right and she could sit back and sip her dissarano. I’m sorry nan but I really don’t think your going to win many games in future.
A memory of Christmas that sticks out is when we were playing a golf game on the Nintendo wii and it was my dads go. He was very competitive and put a lot of effort into his swing as he had to make up for the fact, he was playing sitting down. On this occasion he tried a bit too hard and also forgot to tighten the strap causing the wii remote to go flying off his wrist and straight into the tv destroying the screen. I will never forget the look on his face, a combination of shock and disbelief.
My dad also enjoyed playing real golf, many times with me and his son in law NAME but always with his mum. He caught the golf bug later in life but would play almost every week, sometimes twice a week for the part of the year they could use a buggy on the course. His father also used to go with them to drive the buggy and the sight of it all on the course was terrifying for others playing. A typical sight would be his father with his sunglasses on no matter the weather, driving the buggy with my dad in front and my nan sitting at the back trying to hold on as his father drove way to fast hitting every bump he could find and just about staying upright. He would then drop them off next to their drive which had gone maybe 50 yards at most, which considering their limitations wasn’t bad. They would play their shots with his father laughing hysterically and taunting them from the buggy as their balls went another 50 yards. To just be on the golf course playing with the pain my father was in and the limitations he had was an inspiration to me. He didn’t care what anyone else thought as he was doing what he enjoyed.
There are many more memories I could talk about and many more things he enjoyed doing but we’ll be here hours if I go into everything, and nobody wants that including me. NAME will go into more of my dad’s hobbies and life later, but I hope what the memories I’ve talked about show is how my dad loved being around his family and always lived life to the fullest. I wish we had more years with him, but I can say with confidence that he was happy and content that he had an excellent life.
There are a few milestones I want to talk about that I know would be important to my dad.
My Mum and Dad met working in a bakery. The day he got married to my mum I know he would have felt so lucky to have found someone he loved and could spend his life with or as my nan put it when preparing for today, he married the best tart in the bakery. They were always there for each other, and I know my dad would have very much appreciated the emotional support she gave him especially the last few years. It wasn’t easy for her either dealing with my dad’s illness but I’m so proud of my mum and dad for how they dealt with everything. Susan and I could not have wished for better parents.
The day my sister NAME and I were both born but especially me were big moments for my dad and changed his life forever, hopefully for the better but maybe not always. Also, important moments were when his Grandchildren NAME and NAME were born who may not know how lucky they are to have had my dad around for the time they did but they will when they are older as they look back to Grampys example and guidance.
My dad was so happy that NAME and I had both found what he had with my mum. For NAME it was NAME and for me it was NAME. NAME and I have chosen the easier option of having dogs rather than children which my dad, despite saying he never wanted a dog around or had any interest in them ended up loving having both NAME and NAME around. He would play with them despite it being hard for him and enjoyed taunting them with toys and chews and they would taunt him back by leaving things just out of reach for him.
The day my sister NAME and NAME got married was an emotional and wonderful day for my dad. Getting to walk his daughter down the aisle was a happy and proud moment for him. we didn’t know if he’d be able to do it beforehand, but he wasn’t going to miss the chance, so he got through it as he always did. My dad was not known for speaking in large crowds or being confident at it, in fact it was the opposite. However, the speech he gave at NAME wedding was incredible, funny, emotional, and memorable. He spoke from the heart without anything prepared and I am so proud he not only got through it but delivered an unforgettable speech.
There was never any pressure put on me or NAME. The only thing he wanted for us was to be happy and if we were happy that was ok for him.
I want to finish by sharing what some of his closest family wanted me to say on their behalf. This is their words read out by me.
His Wife NAME says, Mark was the love of my life, my soulmate with so many happy years together. Those years were rich with happy memories with our family. No more pain and suffering now my darling, rest now. My everlasting love always.
His daughter NAME says, I could not have asked for a better dad. You were always supportive and patient in everything I did. Your Grandchildren NAME and NAME will remember you as wise and funny, you always took an interest in what they liked. I will miss you incredibly, but you will forever be in my heart.
His Mother NAME says, Words cannot say how much I will miss you. I get comfort that you are not in any pain now. Sleep my darling until we are together again.
His brother NAME says, I will love and miss you always, brother.
His Brother NAME says, Dear Brother I will start by saying at least you are now at peace and pain free. You will be deeply missed by us all, after all you were the diplomatic one of the family. Mark was the most patient and calm member of us all and nothing was any bother for him to do. Love you Mark God bless you and thank you for being my brother, Love NAME.
His Son in law NAME says, thank you for welcoming me into your family with nothing but love and kindness. We shared a love for formula 1 and I’ll think of you whenever I’m watching a race.
His Niece NAME says, Uncle Mark was always kind and caring to me and you could tell how much he loved his family. Whenever I visited and complained about something he always found a way to spin it in a positive light and give me a new perspective. My last memory is of him in his chair putting his jumper on which got stuck after his arms were through. He made me jump because I thought he was headless and gave us all a good laugh. I feel lucky to have had him as an uncle.
Finally, for me he was my hero. I owe him everything. I couldn’t have wished for a better man to look up to and learn from. My respect for how he lived his life despite the challenges he faced is immeasurable. He never complained, never worried, never gave up, he lived his life to the maximum he could, doing the things he enjoyed around the people he loved right until the very end.
Dad I’m going to miss you beyond words and its going to be hard, but I will draw from what you taught me and live my life the best I can. It is said that a person is never truly gone as long as they are still talked about. Well, the impact You had on those around you means stories of you will be passed down for generations. The memories I have of you will stay in my head and the love and respect I have for you will remain in my heart forever.

First for some background, me and my boyfriend have been dating for about 4 months. Everything has been going great, of course we’ve had a couple of arguments but nothing serious and we’ve resolved them. Around 2 weeks ago something switched, he stopped initiating conversations or answering me (as quickly as he usually did) and was just being very distant. I tried to make plans with him but he would always be busy. We hung out once during these 2 weeks because i kinda forced him (not actually). I tried talking to him about what’s going on. He explained that it wasn’t anything serious but that he simply didn’t have the energy to hangout. The way he was acting was completely different from his usual self. More relevant background: him and me sometimes smoke (🍃), not that often and we keep it under control. When we hung out I tried talking to him cause i thought he was smoking more than he told me about. He kept denying even though i knew he was. I tried to let it go and just enjoy the time we had with each other. I also let him know that i didn’t want to go more than a week without spending time together (or just having a meaningful conversation). So when the next week had passed without me hearing from him i told him we needed to talk. We made plans for the next day but he couldn’t make it so we decided to talk the day after that. He was supposed to come over, but a couple minutes before we were going to meet he asked if we could meet in a park close by. So we met up and he started explaining how he had lost feelings and just didn’t feel like spending time with me or talking to me. He said he hadn’t lost all feelings but that he just didn’t know what had happened. He explained that he feels “empty” and from what i gathered he’s extremely burnt out. He’d been smoking almost everyday and said that it was to the point he couldn’t eat unless he smoked. He said he knew it was unfair of him to make me make the decision if we should breakup or not but that he couldn’t do it. We were both ugly crying and he just kept hugging me. He has never cried in front of me and he was surprised he did, he doesn’t remember the last time he cried. We continued talking and he kept repeating how this couldn’t be the last time we meet and that he doesn’t want to break up. He told me i haven’t done anything wrong at all, that i’m perfect and he genuinely doesn’t know why he feels the way he does. After he got home he texted me saying “You really mean so much to me, i didn’t realize how much until today”. What we decided was basically that both of us were gonna think about everything and talk again some later date.
Now what i need opinions and advice about: I truly do love him despite him apparently not feeling the same. But if he truly doesn’t why was he crying? Why was he saying i’m perfect, beautiful, nice and so forth? Why couldn’t he allow that to be the last time we met? Why did he text me that after he got home? It might be me not wanting to give us up that makes me think it’s just his own problems confusing him. But why would he sit there crying and refusing to let me go if he “lost feelings”? I’ve sorta come to the conclusion that even if its him simply losing feelings or if it has to do with his mental health that i should leave. He wont magically regain those feelings from me just hanging around and i don’t want to be in a relationship where i’m not treated as a girlfriend. And if it has to do with his mental state and smoking problems, then me staying is sort of like me enabling his addiction. I want to help him, his mental health is what’s most important to me. But he doesn’t want my help and he can’t receive it unless he at least tries helping himself. I just really really don’t want to let go and lose him, he’s everything to me. But i don’t want to watch him waste his life away. What should i do?

SilverKappa here. I don’t have it in me to look for a funny image to use for the intro today.
This is the RDA Recap.
INTRO
Jimmy Whispers – “Ice Cream Truck/Stray Dogs”
INVISIBLES
2nd Grade – “Teenage Overpopulation”
Louise Post – “What About”
Kate Miller-Heidke – “The Last Day On Earth”
Juliana Hatfield – “Don’t Bring Me Down”
SET 1
Tina Turner – “We Don’t Need Another Hero”
Dire Straits – “Sultans of Swing”
Neil Cicierega – Guide to the Lord of the Rings
King Gizzard & The Lizard Wizard – “Gila Monster”
SET 2
CHVRCHES - “Graffiti”
Joe Satriani – “Satch Boogie”
AQUA – “Barbie Girl”
Tina Turner – “Acid Queen”
Nouvelle Vague – “The Killing Moon”
SET 3
The Cure – “Why Can’t I Be You?”
Band-Maid - “Sense”
Christopher Lee – “Name Your Poison”
Ruby Haunt - “Foolproof”
WTFIWWY
STORY 1: Multimillionaire's alleged plot to escape from a Florida jail and return to France unravels
STORY 2: A lawyer used ChatGPT and now has to answer for its 'bogus' citations
STORY 3: Black bear takes 60 cupcakes from US bakery, scaring staff
STORY 4: Man arrested for airdropping naked photos to strangers
STORY 5: Pa. man in jail after nearly burning his house down trying to kill spiders
STORY 6: India official drains entire dam to retrieve phone
SET 4
Dominic Noble – The Fellowship of the Ring ~ Lost in Adaptation
Talking Heads – “And She Was”
Sonic Youth - “Incinerate”
Weird Al Yankovic – “Hardware Store”
Lionel Richie – “All Night Long”
SET 5
Magdalen Rose – Why are Millennials Becoming Hobbits?
Tina Turner - “Goldeneye”
The Romantics – “Talking In Your Sleep”
Joel Haver – Trent is way out of line this time.
Yellow Magic Orchestra - “Rydeen”
OUTRO
Nirvana - “Silver”

i turn 22 today. i’m also almost 7 months on T. but i ALSO have giant fucking tumors on my chest and i lost my binder. so i wore an outfit that makes me feel good about my body. but i caught my reflection and my mood plummeted. almost had a meltdown lol. anyways yeah my birthday sucks :3

Myself and a few others have been talking about making 3d printed items for lost pla and lost wax casting. This one came up today https://www.yourprops.com/Original-Klingon-Bloodwine-Mug-original-movie-prop-Star-Trek-The-Next-Generation-TV-1987-YP800930.html
Anyone here from Washington that is interested in casting single items for nerdy people?

Before I begin my story I must maintain that my sentence to death was a wrong and vile thing to do. I maintain that I am not a killer. I did not kill the schoolchildren the authorities decided to hang me for.
My sentence to death, I must maintain, is a huge misunderstanding. There must be forces out there against me, who conspired to put me in prison for this very experiment, this accursed expedition.
I am not deranged. I am not insane.
The man in the odd multicolored sweater paid me a visit a week before my scheduled execution date. “You are the former schoolteacher Chet Adami?” he asked, polite, offering me a plastic cup of coffee.
I nodded, taking a sip. “I didn’t kill those kids,” I reiterated, for about the thousandth time. “Are you the uh, priest guy? That comes before-”
He shook his head and waved away the guards. “My name is Canopy Hydrangea,” he introduced, extending a hand. I shook it. “I understand you may not be guilty, despite what the state believes.”
I nodded. “Finally, someone who-”
He cut me off. “I’m not interested in your story. Whether you die or not is of no consequence to the people I represent,” he continued. “But I am here to offer you a deal. There’s a place the people I represent need exploring, and I need volunteers.”
He produced a sheet of paper and a pen. “This agreement,” he clasped it into my hands, “has you join a team of expendable, uh, volunteers such as yourself on this expedition. You get in, get the things we need, and get out- and you’re free for life.”
This was better than dying in prison.
I asked him what place this was that I’d be sent to. He told me I had to sign the form first. “I’ll do it, then,” I cheered, signing the document.
He smiled and patted me on the shoulder. “We’ll even give you a whole new identity,” he offered. And with that, he seized the document away from me and left the building.
Within hours I was blindfolded, sedated, and transported. When I awoke I was strapped to a bed in a helicopter, with four others beside me, all beginning to wake up.
The man who’d offered me the deal was there too, sucking on a lollipop while rearranging documents and photographs.
These images, I assumed, was the place they wanted us to explore. They were mostly all aerial photos, a sea of endless green and the occasional bird. And yet, there was more- images of impossible landscapes, dreamlike beings.
“Ah, you guys are awake!” he clapped once, and walked over.
The next few moments were a flash as he re-injected us with some sort of blue, wriggling substance. It was cold, and I swear it pulsed inside my arm.
Then we had landed, and the group was quickly taken inside a compound. We were freed and sat down in some sort of meeting room. More people were inside.
A blue haired lady joined the man.
“Welcome, volunteers,” he announced, pointing to a projector. “You are all, save for one, prisoners on death row,” he reminded. “This offer today is simple- you enter the forest, travel to an outpost we have recently lost contact with,” he turned on the projector, displayed a bright red cylinder labeled ‘SYSTEM RECORDER-A32’, “and recover this data module.”
The woman spoke next. “Easy, right?” she counted us. “We’ll provide maps,” she gestured to tablets. “But this forest is different.”
They proceeded to explain the reason they need ‘volunteers’ for the assignment then.
We were on an island somewhere in the Java Sea. The island had a massive forest in the center, one that at first glance seemed as normal as ever. This changed when an international mining company sent in a team of geologists to determine if there was anything of note beyond the forest.
This team never returned.
Nor did a second team, armed with weapons. Or an environmentalist group that ventured in to document new species. So then the organization our recruiters had come from entered the forest.
We were on the outskirts of the forest, at a place they were calling Ake Base.
Over the past month, they had begun to map the forest and determine why so many hadn’t returned. The reason was illogical- the forest was bigger than the island itself.
Drones that ventured in should have come out the other side- yet remained inside the forest, encountering bizarre phenomena and creatures undocumented.
Every so often, the forest would slope downwards, revealing a new layer with new and distinct ecosystems.
“Recently though,” Canopy concluded, “we’ve lost contact with several outposts in the third layer to eighth layers.” He changed the slide to one of the lost outposts, standing alone amidst a vibrant, alien forest. “You enter the forest, get to your team’s assigned outpost, get back out with the data and you’ll be set for life.”
“Does anyone choose to rescind their agreement?” the woman asked. “It’s either death, or this, and frankly, your chances here aren’t that better.”
There were some who raised their hands. “Hell no!” a man shouted. “I’m goin’ back to life!” The woman had them taken away. We heard gunfire outdoors. No life row for him.
Whoever they were- they were serious about this.
They started to call out names and assign teams.
My team, was small, four of us. There was a mercenary named Leo who kept talking about the food the organization had brought us. He seemed pleasant, charismatic, and I almost forgot he was a criminal.
There was a scientist called Anya who, as she joked, was ‘serving infinite life sentences’ for crimes against humanity. She was given the codes and a booklet of things to watch out for in what they called the ‘Sea of Green’.
Then there was Gail. She was quieter than the three of us, and had an almost eerie vibe to her. She didn’t tell us what she’d done to get here, but she was there nonetheless.
Thankfully, we were given the closest- and safest outpost. A little place in Layer Three, marked by the map as only a few hours walk away.
We set off the next day.
The forest, in the beginning, seemed to almost invite us in. The birds chirped and danced, unafraid of mankind. We even fed them the nuts we’d been given as breakfast rations, which they seemed to enjoy.
About an hour in, things changed. The light from the sun barely pierced the canopy, and at times, we had to utilize our flashlights to see what was in front of us. Leo took the lead, hacking away at the branch and vine in front of us.
The forest was starting to look like a jungle- and yet, as we traversed it never seemed to choose which one it wanted to be.
“Wait!” Anya hissed, as we crossed a stream that seemed oddly familiar. She read from the booklet, then to the map on tablets we’d been given. “We’ve made a circle.”
Leo shook his head. “That’s impossible,” he insisted. “I don’t remember turning.”
“Yeah,” I agreed, catching up from behind.
Anya shared the booklet. “It’s one first phenomena researchers encounter,” she explained. “This place plays tricks on us- we need to follow the stream.”
“But then,” Gail pointed out, “we’d be going in the wrong direction.”
“Trust the book,” Anya concluded. We followed the stream then, and the path started to grow denser, as if the forest hated us for traveling further. But the path was right, and the forest changed as we journeyed.
An hour later the forest had changed. It had sloped downwards a bit, inviting us to the second layer of the maze. The trees seemed higher, and the light was now gone completely.
This was when we started to hear it. Click-click.
“What was that?” I asked, turning. Click-click.
Anya rushed through the book. “It’s not documented.”
Click-click. And then we saw lights in the distance, lights that as we continued walking, were revealed to us as bulbous fruit on the trees that glowed an eerie electric blue.
Click-click. “You sure it’s not in that book?” Leo questioned, switching his machete out for a gun. Click-click.
The clicks were getting louder, each one sending a jolt of uneasy fear down my spine. We moved closer together now, fearing the unknown that were in these- A bush in front of us rustled. Leo aimed his weapon.
A deer- no, something like a deer popped out, gently squawking. It was… wrong in every sense, but it seemed more occupied in chewing a flower than us.
The small creature had the antlers of a deer, yes, but it also had the face of an old man. Not to mention six fists full of thumbs at the end of its legs. It inspected a glowing fruit with it’s odd thumbs.
“Ew,” Gail commented, disgusted. “What the hell is that?”
Anya didn’t have time to look for answers before a black, insectine limp shot out of one of the bulbous fruits and impaled the deer-thing. It screamed an all too human scream and struggled.
We backed away- and by then, the noise was overwhelming. Click-clickClick-clickClick-clickClickclickClickclickClick-clickClick-click. They erupted from every single one of the bulbous fruits, and things began to pour out of them.
The limbs, see, were attached to a head. The a simple sphere that opened into buzzsaws of teeth that grotesquely clicked as they opened. The face-deer only screamed as the clicking creatures devoured it.
“Run!” Leo reminded, shooting as some started to near us. “Run!”
That shook us out, and we ran, terror in our very veins. They seemed more interested in the fallen deer than us- but we still ran until we could no longer.
Actually, it was until I fell off and entered the third layer.
A weight appeared on my chest and I fought it off, thinking I was about to die- but the soft, furry creature atop me jumped off. It wasn’t one of the clicking monsters.
And then I realized the third layer was bright. The trees themselves were glowing now, not the insect fruits of before. And there were a whole host of new, bizarre creatures.
The thing I’d pushed off was some sort of rabbit, covered in glowing blue stripes. If layer two had been a forest of darkness this was it’s very opposite.
In the skies there were ribbons of glowing creatures- thin kites on an unseen wind. The trees were alive with all sorts of furried friends, darting here and there and eating odd colored berries that didn’t seem real.
Anya pointed and spoke, “Look!” It was the outpost, in ruins.
“But what attacked it?” Gail murmured, as we walked over.
We entered through a hole in the wall. The place was oddly peaceful, calming, now home to bioluminescent little ants that dotted the place. Occasionally, one or two of the face-deer would appear, licking the dots up with twin tongues that emerged from it’s too-human face.
“Cute,” Leo joked, picking one up and stroking it. It screamed back at him, chilling and he dropped it. “Never doing that again.”
The place was… too peaceful. And- “what happened to their bodies?” I posited. “If they were attacked- where’s their blood? Their corpses?”
Anya shrugged. “It is odd- perhaps they got devoured.” She gestured to the many oddities around us. “But you’re right, there should be bones, at least.”
This was when we heard the screaming. And all of a sudden every single creature retreated away, disappearing from view, save for the tiny ants inside with us. The screaming was a cacophony of voices, realer than the ones we’d heard from the face-deer.
“I think we need to go,” Leo whispered, holding out the red ‘data module’ in his hands. “Now.”
The screaming got ever closer, and the trees in front of the outpost, beyond a window, started to shake. “I concur.”
We were backing away when we heard the squelching of something loud and heavy. Turning around, we saw the screaming creature we’d heard. It was massive, fleshy, and filled with tiny gaping holes, some filled with eyes, all rising, breathing as one.
I nearly threw up. But that was for a different reason.
The holes were one thing. But the screaming, severed bodies of dozens of people attached the the eye-full monster was another. They screamed and screamed, their bodies unneatly joined and sown into the creature.
It sniffed the air and walked over to the glass, looking in as we hid. “What is it?” I squealed. “What the hell is that?”
The face of a victim in military clothes appeared at the window, screaming, face slowly popping, skin repairing and being digested all at once. Anya flipped through the pages. “They called it a Fleshweave. It absorbs bodies and eats them that way.”
That would explain the lack of bodies we’d seen.
The window shattered- and the thing began to force itself on it, flesh turning to churned cylinders through the window. The bodies, crushed further, screamed some more.
So we ran as the beasts fell into the room with a plop. And despite it’s heavy, gluttonous form it charged forwards, faster than it looked.
Out the outpost we went. I felt a meaty hand hit me and then I fell. It stalked towards me, but a gunshot from Leo burst it’s pus-ridden hand, covered my in grotesque, viscous liquid.
I picked myself up and ran from the screaming thing, up the steep slope and climbing onto the second layer.
I fell again, but Anya caught me, helping me up.
Leo did the same for Gail- but she slipped and fell back into the third layer. The thing approached her, all of it’s pulsing eyes upon her. “Help me!” she bellowed. “Don’t leave me-”
Leo prepared to jump down- but it was too late. The Fleshweave simply picked her up and it opened it’s skin, forging her into her body- er, her top half,- it severed the rest.
“Go!” I snapped, dragging the mercenary to action. The creature behind us lifted itself onto the dark forest and continued to follow.
Gail, merged with the other unfortunate bodies, screamed. I almost stopped in terror from the sound, but flight-or-fight forced me to continue.
Click-click. We found ourselves back in the center of the abode with the insect fruit. And the insects were clearly attracted to the stench of decay the monster emanated. Limbs emerged, and the face-beetles jumped up and swarmed the creatures.
I don't know if the creature was killed by it. I only remember Gail’s face as the insects started to pick her body- and so many others like her- apart.
The way out seemed harder than going in, but we made it. We survived. We reached the outpost and handed our data module to the man who’d offered us the deal. “Impressive,” he congratulated. “You’re the first team back.”
“I want out now,” I panted. “Back to real life.”
He patted me on the shoulder and gave me a sad smile. “According to the world you’ve already died by suicide in your cell,” he informed. “See, there’s a way the people I work for have operated so cleanly for the past few centuries.” He paused and took a step back. “We can’t afford loose ends, see, and you’ve shown us you have the guts to survive Bandai La- er, the Sea of Green.”
I took a step back, panicking. “What do you mean?”
He sighed. “We can’t give you a new life and risk exposing our operation here,” he explained. “And we still need ah, expendable people to lead us to whatever’s in the center of the island.” He handed me a can of soda. “Welcome to your new life. The Company really values your dedication as a treasured employee.”
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But I don’t want this. I was promised freedom. And they can’t keep me from exposing them- I’ve typed this up and Anya did something to the tablet so I can receive and post things online.
I’m not sure if this’ll work. But if it is: I’m on an island somewhere in the Java Sea. There’s a forest that goes on forever and I’m being held as some sort of explorer by some Company.
Find me. Before I die.

Hi guys,
Since I posted my conetribution in the LP (Liquidity Pool) today, I received several DMs asking how to do it and what it was about.
I think there was a lot of newcomers lately (welcone all, glad to see you here) and maybe everybody doesn’t take time to read the links. To get almost all what you need for information, you can go and see the pinned links on top of this sub.
But, let me try to explain quickly :
Bitcones or $Cone is a cryptocurrency created last year, given to people who owned a Cone Head Avatar.
As every crypto, its price depends on supply and demand. So at start nobody wanted it and it was very low value, and now that everybody wants it it’s getting higher.
At start, a crypto is not listed on a big exchange like Binance or Coinbase or whatever. The crypto has to prove that it’s trustworthy, not a scam and also that volume of sales is high enough to be good for a big exchange. That’s why for now Bitcones are only listed on Quickswap which is more like a peer to peer exchange (correct me if I’m wrong).
In order to trade the bitcones between us, except if you find a trust trade, we need a liquidity pool. Basically, you give access to X bitcones and the same amount of ETH or MATIC, and the exchange can trade those for you. If someone buys bitcones, there will be more ETH/MATIC, less bitcones, and the price of the remaining bitcones will be higher. Works the opposite way also.
You can see that like buying apples.
Let’s say you buy 1000 apples (bitcones). You give 100 of them and 100$ to a reseller on a market (liquidity pool). He will sell or buy apples for 1$ at start and will be adjusting prices depending on supply and demand. If he only has 5 apples left, for example, he can try to sell those 50$ each, and if he has 350 of them maybe he can sell those for 25 cents. At the end of the day, you can get back the 100 apples and 100 dollars and you receive a cut of all the sales of the day.
What is important to understand, is that the more the people will add liquidity, the less the prices will be driven by « whales » or people who own a lot.
Imagine the reseller has 100 apples, somebody buys 80, there are only 20 left and price will be like 20$ for each. Same in the other way, imagine some big company (whale) sells 200 apples, there are now 300 apples and the price will be 25 cents again. If you have a lot of liquidity, moves are diluted. So if you have now 10.000 apples worth 1$ at start, you don’t care if a whale sells 250 apples as there will now be 10250 and price will be quite the same.
That’s why we all are preaching liquidity providing. And also because the more liquidity there will be and the more this crypto will be taken seriously.
I would like to warn you all about something before I stop this post : there is something called impermanent loss when you provide liquidity. Basically, if the prices are really pumping on one crypto (let’s imagine bitcones) and not on the other one (let’s imagine ETH), you will be able to cash out what’s left in the pool and sometimes it’s less than if you had just kept those the whole time. Sometimes it’s worth the try because the fees cover what you lost, and sometimes not.
Imagine everybody wanted to buy apples that day, the reseller only has 10 apples left and the price for each apple is 20$, he will be able to give you back the 10 apples left instead of 90. Of course, he will give you the price of the sales for the 90 missing (maybe he sold the first for 1$ each then 2$ then 5$ then 10$ and then 15$). He will give you like 1000$ and 10 apples (+ the cuts of the sales of the day), which is worth less than if you had kept your 100 apples now worth 20$ (2000$ in that example, you better have a good cut of the day sales to cover this)
As I tried to explain, it’s both very very important to have a good liquidity and also a bit risky for those providing. So my advice would be to be smart and not put everything inside. I don’t want to scare everyone here and I myself did provide today, but I feel like you need to know all the story before fomoing in.

Tl;dr : use the links on top of the sub to understand all before fomoing, or read this ELI5.

I read about rael estate in Saudia Arabia. I found that Saudi Arabia has introduced investment facilities that encourage both local and foreign investors to participate in the real estate market.
The government has implemented investor-friendly policies, such as allowing full foreign ownership of real estate properties in certain areas and enabling foreigners to invest in specific real estate sectors.
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Good day all,
Earlier today, while playing bedwars with my partner, I disconnected on accident right before the game was over because I alt tabbed to attempt to restart the video i was watching while we were in the hub/lobby.
However, I forgot that when I do this, minecraft decides to drag my mouse back (even if it is on my other monitor) right over that pesky disconnect button, at which point I disconnect from the match, which was technically still ongoing, even though I had lost.
Now, when I try to get back into Hypixel, all it says is disconnected, I tried to look at the hypixel forums, but it appears that I am banned from those too, as it says that my access is denied because hypixel banned my IP.
I would like to get back onto hypixel to play skyblock again/other minigames, but this is a very unfortunate situation.
Thanks in advance!

Today I woke up around noon, she was chugging beers at the kitchen table, and staring at the wall in silence. That’s a good sign of when I can tell that she’s fully dissociated from reality and the day is going to be hellish. I got some water, went back to my room, and started getting ready for the day.
Since I have been back in my room, she has punched my door, body slammed into it, kicked walls, thrown around furniture, and all while screaming pretty vicious threats against my safety and well being. It’s not always like this, sometimes it’s manageable, but I understand that’s how abusers get people to stay, by leaving breadcrumbs of “normalcy”.
I have nobody to stay with, I don’t have a car, and when she’s standing in front of my bedroom door body slamming it, all I can do is wait until 9pm until she’s sleeping. I have no way out of the house except my window. My mom effectively takes away my entire day from me. This has been going on honestly since my senior year of highschool, almost 7 years ago at this point.
I was a high honor, very responsible student, my entire life. Until senior year of highschool, because my mom began trapping me in my room. I lost any sense of normal, couldn’t do any homework and was sent to a detentionary school because of my sudden “missing attendance”. I was then given a GED and my life has been pretty messed up since then. (I was such a high honor student, that because of my test grades I wasn’t even given a full GED test, I just had to write a small essay, and got 100%)
It’s pretty much the same routine, she is drunk 75-90% of the entire week. She has small moments, or reasons why she won’t be belligerently drunk, and I cling to those moments of “calm”. But honestly I’m not doing well. I can’t do anything on a regular schedule. I couldn’t even keep up a part-time retail job, because I would come home to her blacked out drunk and threatening my life. That would lead to me not sleeping or eating out of fear. And the next day after, or sometimes week, would be even harder because of missing sleep.
I don’t think I will be able to move out anytime soon if I’m being realistic about my savings and credit score. But I really want a normal life. I’ve made a few online friends recently and they’re 3-5 years younger than me, and so much further ahead. Some have graduated college, they live on their own, they have full time federal jobs. I can’t even leave my bedroom when I want. I hope someone on here understands what I go through, I am new here to this subreddit.