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How do you think the world will end?
2023.05.28 04:08 NicolasCurcio How do you think the world will end?
"How do you think the world will end?"
We're only two drinks deep at a dimly lit dive bar when the man I'm on a date with asks me this.
"That's kind of a weird question, isn't it?" I say.
"I don't know," he responds. "Is it?"
Yes. It fucking is.
"Um, disease?" I propose like it's a question. "Maybe everyone will get very sick."
"Hmm. Maybe," he says, stroking his chin.
"What do you think?" I ask, but only because I'm trying to fill the awkward lull in the conversation.
"Perhaps... there will be fire," he supposes.
"Fire?"
"Yes. Fire. A human's connective tissue will begin to melt at around 200 degrees Fahrenheit," he adds.
Um, what the fuck?
"What are you, a scientist?" I say, hoping he's joking.
"Sure," he responds. "You could say that."
I want to talk about something else, but it's clear he's still thinking about human flesh melting away like hot wax.
"Well... cheers to the end of the world," I say, raising my glass before chugging my drink.
"What else?" he asks, leaning in now like he's getting off on this conversation.
"What else what?" I say.
"The way we all die," he continues. "Disease. Fire. What else?"
Jesus Christ, he won't let this go.
"I don't know, man," I say. "Nuclear war?"
"Yes!" he exclaims, snapping his fingers. "A flash of light. Poof."
I finish the rest of my drink in one gulp.
"Do you want another?" he asks.
"Actually, I should probably go," I say, grabbing my bag and standing up.
"Are you sure?" he asks as if it's a threat.
"Why wouldn't I be sure?" I say.
"Because..." he whispers. "We haven't made our decision yet."
"You're freaking me out," I admit. "I'm going home."
"I'm sorry," he says. "I just... I thought it would be easier if I gave you a choice."
I seriously need to get the fuck out of here.
"Okay. Disease," I finally decide. "Goodnight."
I walk out of the bar and I don't look back. Outside, it's freezing cold as I wait for my Uber, which is taking forever, when my mind goes back to the conversation.
"Decision." He'd called it a decision. But why?
That's when I hear someone coughing. I spin around and see a woman behind me, hacking her lungs out on the sidewalk.
I can't tell if she's homeless or not, but the coincidence is disconcerting. I look back to the bar to find my date, standing at the window, staring at me. He smiles and waves just as my Uber driver pulls up.
The moment I open the door, I'm grateful.
"Thank God. You arrived just in--"
I don't get to finish my thought because my driver suddenly spits blood all over his own windshield.
It paints the glass like red Rorschach ink.
That's when it hits me.
He's sick.
And I think I'm starting to feel it, too.
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We're only two drinks deep at a dimly lit dive bar when the man I'm on a date with asks me this.
"That's kind of a weird question, isn't it?" I say.
"I don't know," he responds. "Is it?"
Yes. It fucking is.
"Um, disease?" I propose like it's a question. "Maybe everyone will get very sick."
"Hmm. Maybe," he says, stroking his chin.
"What do you think?" I ask, but only because I'm trying to fill the awkward lull in the conversation.
"Perhaps... there will be fire," he supposes.
"Fire?"
"Yes. Fire. A human's connective tissue will begin to melt at around 200 degrees Fahrenheit," he adds.
Um, what the fuck?
"What are you, a scientist?" I say, hoping he's joking.
"Sure," he responds. "You could say that."
I want to talk about something else, but it's clear he's still thinking about human flesh melting away like hot wax.
"Well... cheers to the end of the world," I say, raising my glass before chugging my drink.
"What else?" he asks, leaning in now like he's getting off on this conversation.
"What else what?" I say.
"The way we all die," he continues. "Disease. Fire. What else?"
Jesus Christ, he won't let this go.
"I don't know, man," I say. "Nuclear war?"
"Yes!" he exclaims, snapping his fingers. "A flash of light. Poof."
I finish the rest of my drink in one gulp.
"Do you want another?" he asks.
"Actually, I should probably go," I say, grabbing my bag and standing up.
"Are you sure?" he asks as if it's a threat.
"Why wouldn't I be sure?" I say.
"Because..." he whispers. "We haven't made our decision yet."
"You're freaking me out," I admit. "I'm going home."
"I'm sorry," he says. "I just... I thought it would be easier if I gave you a choice."
I seriously need to get the fuck out of here.
"Okay. Disease," I finally decide. "Goodnight."
I walk out of the bar and I don't look back. Outside, it's freezing cold as I wait for my Uber, which is taking forever, when my mind goes back to the conversation.
"Decision." He'd called it a decision. But why?
That's when I hear someone coughing. I spin around and see a woman behind me, hacking her lungs out on the sidewalk.
I can't tell if she's homeless or not, but the coincidence is disconcerting. I look back to the bar to find my date, standing at the window, staring at me. He smiles and waves just as my Uber driver pulls up.
The moment I open the door, I'm grateful.
"Thank God. You arrived just in--"
I don't get to finish my thought because my driver suddenly spits blood all over his own windshield.
It paints the glass like red Rorschach ink.
That's when it hits me.
He's sick.
And I think I'm starting to feel it, too.
2023.05.28 04:04 insomniatica Fibromyalgia pain - need help: return our new mattress? get a topper??
Me: female, side sleeper who sometimes wakes up on her back, 182 lbs, 5'7". I have Fibromyalgia (pain thru my body, fatigue, etc.). The bed we bought in March is better than our old sagging bed, and I now generally sleep through the night without pain, but I'm still in pain in the AM. We have an old memory foam topper, but I think it's too old since when we put it on the bed, I can't sleep the whole night without waking up in pain (worse than without it), my hips drop too low, and I am super hot/sweaty.
Husband: male, mostly back sleeper with some side sleeping, 190ish lbs, 6' tall. The new bed hurts his lower back. He sleeps better with the old topper. I thought back sleepers needed more firmness, so it's strange that the soft topper is helping him!
We: live in the United States, have a Costco membership, and Amazon Prime (if that matters).
Our current bed: In March we bought a Sleepy's Hybrid 14" Plush Mattress from Mattress Firm. (link to the bed - stats are also at the bottom, here). It's not "plush" as advertised. My hip, arms, and shoulder hurt in the morning (occasionally my neck and head, but less often with my new pillow and bed). We can return or replace the bed until July 23. We may exchange for $99 or get a refund, but there'd be a 20% restocking fee and $99 delivery. (return policy) It cost 1,016 with free adjustable base (we've not tried sleeping with it raised).
Topper?: Should we try a topper before returning/exchanging the bed? And if so, does anyone have any suggestions? Cooling memory foam? Latex? (I've never tried latex)
Return? Exchange: If we return or exchange the bed, does anyone have suggestions on beds for pain relief?
THANK YOU EVERYONE!!!!!
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Husband: male, mostly back sleeper with some side sleeping, 190ish lbs, 6' tall. The new bed hurts his lower back. He sleeps better with the old topper. I thought back sleepers needed more firmness, so it's strange that the soft topper is helping him!
We: live in the United States, have a Costco membership, and Amazon Prime (if that matters).
Our current bed: In March we bought a Sleepy's Hybrid 14" Plush Mattress from Mattress Firm. (link to the bed - stats are also at the bottom, here). It's not "plush" as advertised. My hip, arms, and shoulder hurt in the morning (occasionally my neck and head, but less often with my new pillow and bed). We can return or replace the bed until July 23. We may exchange for $99 or get a refund, but there'd be a 20% restocking fee and $99 delivery. (return policy) It cost 1,016 with free adjustable base (we've not tried sleeping with it raised).
Topper?: Should we try a topper before returning/exchanging the bed? And if so, does anyone have any suggestions? Cooling memory foam? Latex? (I've never tried latex)
Return? Exchange: If we return or exchange the bed, does anyone have suggestions on beds for pain relief?
THANK YOU EVERYONE!!!!!
=CURRENT BED STATS=
Bed "Comfort Layer":- 1" Gel Memory Foam
- 1" Soft Comfort Foam
- 2" Medium Air-Flow Foam
- 8" Firm Pocketed Coils with Edge Support
2023.05.28 03:55 heartlandmiami How Long Does Ground Beef Last In The Fridge? Time
 | If you’re a discerning shopper who wants to make the most of your food budget, then learning how long ground beef lasts in the fridge is an essential skill. Ground beef can be an economical and versatile choice for meals, but it runs the risk of spoiling if not stored correctly or consumed quickly enough. Whether you’ve already had dinner plans fall through or you want to get ahead on meal prepping, read on to learn more about properly storing ground beef and identifying when it has gone bad. submitted by heartlandmiami to u/heartlandmiami [link] [comments] Understanding the Basics of Ground Beef StorageWhen it comes to keeping ground beef around long-term in the refrigerator, the key is keeping a consistent temperature at or below 40 degrees Fahrenheit. Make sure your fridge is set between 34-40°F and that you are monitoring its temperature on a regular basis. For optimal storage conditions, store ground beef on the bottom shelf of the fridge away from direct contact with air flow openings. Understanding the Basics of Ground Beef Storage What are the Health Storing Ground Beef in the Fridge?The most important factor to keep in mind when it comes to storing ground beef is food safety. Ground beef can be a breeding ground for bacteria if it isn’t stored at the right temperature or handled properly. To ensure your ground beef doesn’t become dangerous, make sure you are properly wrapping and refrigerating it as soon as you purchase it from the market. Additionally, never leave raw meat out of the fridge for more than two hours. Even if it is hot outside, the risk of food poisoning is too great.How Long is Ground Beef Last In The Fridge?When stored properly in the fridge, ground beef is safe to consume for up to two days. If you’d like to extend its shelf life, consider freezing your ground beef within one day of purchase. Frozen ground beef can last for up to three months. How Long is Ground Beef Last In The Fridge? Tips for Preparing & Cooking with Ground Beef in the RefrigeratorWhen you’re ready to use your ground beef, there are a few tips and tricks to keep in mind. Before preparing any meal with ground beef, be sure to check the color and texture of the meat. If it appears slimy or discolored in any way, throw it away immediately. Additionally, make sure that you’re properly washing all cutting boards and utensils after handling raw meat before using them for other food items. Lastly, always cook your ground beef thoroughly before eating it – never consume undercooked meat.How to Tell When Ground Beef Has Gone Bad In The Fridge?Ground beef will usually start to spoil within two days of being in the fridge, so it is important to keep a close eye on it. If you’re unsure if your ground beef is still safe to eat, use your senses as indicators. Bad meat will give off an unpleasant odor and may also have changed color or texture. Discoloration will generally range from yellowing all the way to grey or green patches. Above all else, when in doubt, throw it out.Alternatives to Refrigerating Ground Beef for Longer Storage TimeIf you need your ground beef to last longer than two days, consider freezing it. Ground beef can be frozen safely for up to three months, making it a great option for meal prepping or stocking up on your favorite protein sources. When freezing ground beef, make sure you are using airtight containers or freezer bags and that the items are fully sealed to avoid any risk of freezer burn. Additionally, check back periodically while the meat is in storage to ensure nothing has gone bad or melted due to an unexpected power outage. Alternatives to Refrigerating Ground Beef for Longer Storage Time FAQ: Ground BeefIs ground beef good after 5 days in fridge?For optimal food safety, it's important to follow proper guidelines when storing and cooking ground beef. Keep ground beef in the refrigerator for 1-2 days and consume leftovers within 4 days. When storing in the freezer, it's good for up to 4 months. When cooking, be sure to reach a minimum internal temperature of 160°F (71°C), measured with a food thermometer. Taking these precautions can ensure your meals are not only delicious, but also safe to eat.Can you cook ground beef after 3 days in fridge?Verify the Expiration Date: Utilize sell-by and expiration dates as indicators for the freshness of your ground beef (7). The sell-by date reveals the length of time a product can remain on display for purchase. You may refrigerate ground beef for up to 2 days after this date without any safety concerns (3, 6).Can you cook ground beef after 5 days?Refrigerated ground beef can be safely consumed up to two days after its labeled date (3, 6). On the other hand, the expiration date, also known as the "best before" date, indicates when the quality and flavor of the product may start to deteriorate. For optimal taste and quality, it is recommended to consume the product prior to its expiration date.Is raw ground beef good after 4 days?Ground beef storage guidelines: Refrigerate for 1-2 days and eat leftovers within 4 days. Freeze for up to 4 months. Safe and practical advice for any kitchen.Can ground beef last 7 days in fridge?The U.S. Department of Agriculture recommends that ground beef should be refrigerated for a maximum of two days from purchase. It's advisable to cook or freeze the beef before the end of this period for best results. Freezing the beef offers a long-term solution and can keep it fresh for months in the freezer.Conclusion: How Long Does Ground Beef Last In The Fridge?Learning how long ground beef lasts in the fridge is an essential part of becoming a savvy shopper. Ground beef can be an economical and versatile choice for meals, but it runs the risk of spoiling if not stored correctly or consumed quickly enough. To keep your ground beef safe and fresh, make sure you are properly wrapping and refrigerating it as soon as you purchase it from the market, monitoring its temperature regularly to keep it at or below 40 degrees Fahrenheit. If you’d like to extend its shelf life, consider freezing your ground beef within one day of purchase. When preparing meals with ground beef, be sure to check the color and texture of the meat before cooking and always cook your ground beef thoroughly until it reaches a minimum internal temperature of 160°F (71°C). Lastly, remember to use your senses as indicators when in doubt about the freshness of your ground beef.#HeartLandMiami #HeartLandMiami #HeartLandMiami |
2023.05.28 03:55 Langmurf So similar... Hot Wheels Toyota Chaser (blue rims) and Inno Nissan R34 (black rims)
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2023.05.28 03:52 Langmurf Nissan R390 - Hot Wheels
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2023.05.28 03:51 Narrow_Muscle9572 [The Lawn Killer] - Part Nine: Death Stalks In The Everglades
The story so far...
The person who owned the makeshift runway greeted us with the sign of the Wren (crossing both wrists and placing the palms on the chest with the fingers together and the thumbs touching each other). What his connection to the Order was a mystery to me, but I didn't ask who he was because my job was to document everything I deemed important so future members could learn from us. After that, he gave us the nicest car he had: A brand new (at the time) black ‘95 Crown Victoria.
In the trunk there were things that every member of the Order might need, including a few things that wouldn't be able to get past customs even with our back channel ways of getting around.
Not two hours after arriving in Florida I saw a gator, a group of children beating a truck with branches, a pipe and a skateboard, the owner of the truck chasing the kids away and one store being robbed.
And that was all before we arrived at our motel.
The motel was south of Miami and it was called Sundowners. Why would they choose this name considering that Florida is known for its elderly and sundowners is a real condition for old people, I have no idea and didn't bother asking.
Like always, the Order made our motel reservation under the name Hill. This was one of the few consistencies members of the Order had while on the road.
The woman who sat behind the registration desk handed us the keys to our room and King asked her if there was a package waiting for us. The woman groaned because that would mean that she would have to get off the stool, but she went to look and found a large envelope. She was clearly annoyed at the minor inconvenience of getting up and gave us a spiteful look when she handed it over. This look was lost on the other hunters and King thanked her before leaving.
After unpacking, getting situated and claiming where we were going to sleep, King opened the envelope and let the contents fall on the bed. The items included a roll of hundred dollar bills, newspaper clippings about the missing people, a map of the area and a folded piece of paper with the name and number of someone in the area who we could get ahold of for any supplies we might need.
King spread the map out on the bed and started to circle the last known locations each of the missing people were seen at.
“So? Learn anything?” I asked after five minutes of watching King and Williams stare at the map in silence.
Williams shook his head. “All of them were headed out to the everglades” he answered, pointing to that part of the map.
“I hate the everglades,” King complained. “If the crocs don't eat you, the mosquitos will.”
Less than two hours later I would discover just how right he was about the mosquitos because after we booked a boat, we went searching. My job was to hold onto the HSD (Handheld supernatural detector) but I never got as much as a beep.
In my opinion all the trees looked the exact same, so it felt like we were going around in circles. This feeling was made worse because none of us spoke when we were out there. I, like the other two more experienced hunters, learned back at the compound that distractions can kill, so instead of talking we kept our eyes open.
By nighttime both Williams and King decided to return to the motel. Since we didn't know what we were dealing with, staying out after dark would be a bad idea.
The next morning we got up extra early so we could search for the whole day. I really didn't like that because at the time I was sixteen and sleeping was one of my favorite activities. While getting supplies for the day I made sure to grab some bug repellant while King and Williams grabbed the snacks.
I was bored out of my mind for most of the day, but in the years since I learned to appreciate the boredom. Boredom doesn't kill and in the Order, no one ever reaches retirement age.
It was about five in the afternoon when something interesting happened; Williams stopped the boat.
“What's going on?” King asked. “See something?”
“I do” Williams answered. “Baby Panda. Do you see it?”
I looked around but couldn’t see anything in the water. “No.”
“It isn't in the water” Williams hinted. “Look again.”
A few moments later I heard King say “oh.”
“What?” I asked.
“You tell us” King laughed.
As much as I tried seeing past the trees that surrounded us, there was nothing else. “All I see are trees.”
King patted my shoulder. “That's okay. We don't see it much either.”
“When's the last time we saw them you wager?” asked Williams.
As King answered he scratched the hair on his neck. “Maybe seven, ten years ago?”
“What?” I asked, irritated. “What is it?”
Williams pointed and I turned my head to look. At first I thought I was looking at a dozen pale white, branchless trees that reached towards the sky like accusing fingers but then realization set in.
“Death Stalks,” King answered.
Lessons from the Orders bestiary came back to me. Death Stalks were not only carnivorous mushrooms that killed all plant life that surrounded them, but they would also bend and impale anything that got too close. After sucking all the fluids from their kill, they would then toss the victim as far as they could. The body would then grow more Death Stalks.
“How do we kill them?” asked Williams, testing me.
“Fire” I answered quickly.
Williams nodded. “Good.”
“Do we have anything?” King asked, looking at the supplies we brought with us, but the only thing that could help us was a bottle of liquor and one wasn't going to do it.
“We have to go back and resupply,” Williams said. “Oh well” he added as he turned the engine over.
When we got back to the dock, King told me and Williams to wait with the boat while he went to the local supplier. I complained about that because the bugs were getting worse as the sun was going down, however when King said if I did it without complaining I would get to pick where we ate, I did as I was ordered.
While waiting for King to return, Williams and I passed the time playing cards. He liked cards so we played some Texas Hold Em. We would bet with pennies so the stakes were never high. Being on the road for as long as I was with these two, I was getting really good at the game.
We were playing for about two hours before King returned. By then I was up about sixty cents and night was quickly approaching.
“It’s almost dark. Should we wait until the morning?” I asked, thinking about the danger of going out after dusk.
“Death Stalks don't move around much” Williams answered with a laugh. “We’ll be fine.”
“That's right,” King agreed as he grabbed something that looked like a gas pump from the trunk. “Come grab the rest, Baby Panda” he ordered as he walked to the boat.
When I got to the car, I saw a canister that read ‘inflamable’ on its side. A smile grew over my face at the sight of it because it reminded me of my time at Miss Luthers.
“What are you smiling about?” Williams asked with a strange smile of his own.
“Hmm?” I asked. “Oh, nothing.”
“No” Williams said. “What was it?”
I smiled again and remembered what Thirty Seven told me the day I used a similar tool in Miss Luther's vivarium. “That flammable and inflammable mean the same thing.”
Williams gave another weird smile, but had the sense not to follow up with any more questions.
“You know what that is?” King asked as I hauled the silver canister over my shoulder with ease.
“A flamethrower” I answered.
“Yeah” King answered, surprised I knew.
“I used one before” I said as I set the thing in the boat.
“Really?” King and Williams asked at the same time.
“When?” Williams asked.
“Years ago. Thirty Seven had me use it at Miss Luthers.”
There was a shared look between King and Williams.
“What?” I asked.
“Who had you use one?” King asked.
“Thirty Seven” I answered. “She wore a jersey with thirty seven on it. Her and One came over and they had me use one.”
“You weren't even in the Order back then” Williams said, amazed.
“He isn't in the Order now,” King added.
“Yeah, that's right,” Williams agreed. “How did you meet two members of Farsight? I only ever met one of them.”
“They were Farsight?”
King and Williams shared another look before bursting out in laughter.
“That's right,” Williams said, getting in the boat to operate the engine. “Now come on. While we still got the sun on our side.”
As Williams operated the boat, getting us closer to the Death Stalks, King was getting the flamethrower ready to use. After he got it set up to his liking, he looked at me and said “Since you already got experience with flamethrowers, do you want to use it?”
“No thanks” I answered. “You can though.”
“Why?” King asked.
I recalled what Thirty Seven said to me that day in the garage. “Because they don't give the best soldiers on the field the flamethrowers.”
Williams' laughter was an explosion and King's face turned red with anger and embarrassment. It wasn't long however before the anger simmered and he too started laughing.
“That was pretty good,” King admitted. “You got me good.”
As we approached the cluster of Death Stalks, Williams slowed the boat down. When we got as close as he dared, he set the anchor.
King stood up in the boat and without warning let loose a stream of fire towards the mushroom stalks.
The Death Stalks did not shrivel up and die instantly like I expected because their skin was thick and hard to set aflame. However once the fire got through that outer layer, the sensitive insides made the whole stalk move around violently. It reminded me of a whip or the inflatable people you see at car lots.
By the time the Death Stalks were gone and would no longer be a problem for the locals, it was dark and we headed back. First to the dock, then to return the boat and then the motel where Williams called Farsight and let them know of a job well done.
When he was done with that call, I ordered us all a pizza.
WAE
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- Lawn Killer
- Lawn Killer: Birth of a Baby Panda
- Lawn Killer: Catching Lunch
- Lawn Killer: The Order Of The Wren
- Lawn Killer: The end of summer
- Lawn Killer: Merry Christmas, Baby Panda
- Lawn Killer - The Island
- Lawn Killer - Leaving the island
The person who owned the makeshift runway greeted us with the sign of the Wren (crossing both wrists and placing the palms on the chest with the fingers together and the thumbs touching each other). What his connection to the Order was a mystery to me, but I didn't ask who he was because my job was to document everything I deemed important so future members could learn from us. After that, he gave us the nicest car he had: A brand new (at the time) black ‘95 Crown Victoria.
In the trunk there were things that every member of the Order might need, including a few things that wouldn't be able to get past customs even with our back channel ways of getting around.
Not two hours after arriving in Florida I saw a gator, a group of children beating a truck with branches, a pipe and a skateboard, the owner of the truck chasing the kids away and one store being robbed.
And that was all before we arrived at our motel.
The motel was south of Miami and it was called Sundowners. Why would they choose this name considering that Florida is known for its elderly and sundowners is a real condition for old people, I have no idea and didn't bother asking.
Like always, the Order made our motel reservation under the name Hill. This was one of the few consistencies members of the Order had while on the road.
The woman who sat behind the registration desk handed us the keys to our room and King asked her if there was a package waiting for us. The woman groaned because that would mean that she would have to get off the stool, but she went to look and found a large envelope. She was clearly annoyed at the minor inconvenience of getting up and gave us a spiteful look when she handed it over. This look was lost on the other hunters and King thanked her before leaving.
After unpacking, getting situated and claiming where we were going to sleep, King opened the envelope and let the contents fall on the bed. The items included a roll of hundred dollar bills, newspaper clippings about the missing people, a map of the area and a folded piece of paper with the name and number of someone in the area who we could get ahold of for any supplies we might need.
King spread the map out on the bed and started to circle the last known locations each of the missing people were seen at.
“So? Learn anything?” I asked after five minutes of watching King and Williams stare at the map in silence.
Williams shook his head. “All of them were headed out to the everglades” he answered, pointing to that part of the map.
“I hate the everglades,” King complained. “If the crocs don't eat you, the mosquitos will.”
Less than two hours later I would discover just how right he was about the mosquitos because after we booked a boat, we went searching. My job was to hold onto the HSD (Handheld supernatural detector) but I never got as much as a beep.
In my opinion all the trees looked the exact same, so it felt like we were going around in circles. This feeling was made worse because none of us spoke when we were out there. I, like the other two more experienced hunters, learned back at the compound that distractions can kill, so instead of talking we kept our eyes open.
By nighttime both Williams and King decided to return to the motel. Since we didn't know what we were dealing with, staying out after dark would be a bad idea.
The next morning we got up extra early so we could search for the whole day. I really didn't like that because at the time I was sixteen and sleeping was one of my favorite activities. While getting supplies for the day I made sure to grab some bug repellant while King and Williams grabbed the snacks.
I was bored out of my mind for most of the day, but in the years since I learned to appreciate the boredom. Boredom doesn't kill and in the Order, no one ever reaches retirement age.
It was about five in the afternoon when something interesting happened; Williams stopped the boat.
“What's going on?” King asked. “See something?”
“I do” Williams answered. “Baby Panda. Do you see it?”
I looked around but couldn’t see anything in the water. “No.”
“It isn't in the water” Williams hinted. “Look again.”
A few moments later I heard King say “oh.”
“What?” I asked.
“You tell us” King laughed.
As much as I tried seeing past the trees that surrounded us, there was nothing else. “All I see are trees.”
King patted my shoulder. “That's okay. We don't see it much either.”
“When's the last time we saw them you wager?” asked Williams.
As King answered he scratched the hair on his neck. “Maybe seven, ten years ago?”
“What?” I asked, irritated. “What is it?”
Williams pointed and I turned my head to look. At first I thought I was looking at a dozen pale white, branchless trees that reached towards the sky like accusing fingers but then realization set in.
“Death Stalks,” King answered.
Lessons from the Orders bestiary came back to me. Death Stalks were not only carnivorous mushrooms that killed all plant life that surrounded them, but they would also bend and impale anything that got too close. After sucking all the fluids from their kill, they would then toss the victim as far as they could. The body would then grow more Death Stalks.
“How do we kill them?” asked Williams, testing me.
“Fire” I answered quickly.
Williams nodded. “Good.”
“Do we have anything?” King asked, looking at the supplies we brought with us, but the only thing that could help us was a bottle of liquor and one wasn't going to do it.
“We have to go back and resupply,” Williams said. “Oh well” he added as he turned the engine over.
When we got back to the dock, King told me and Williams to wait with the boat while he went to the local supplier. I complained about that because the bugs were getting worse as the sun was going down, however when King said if I did it without complaining I would get to pick where we ate, I did as I was ordered.
While waiting for King to return, Williams and I passed the time playing cards. He liked cards so we played some Texas Hold Em. We would bet with pennies so the stakes were never high. Being on the road for as long as I was with these two, I was getting really good at the game.
We were playing for about two hours before King returned. By then I was up about sixty cents and night was quickly approaching.
“It’s almost dark. Should we wait until the morning?” I asked, thinking about the danger of going out after dusk.
“Death Stalks don't move around much” Williams answered with a laugh. “We’ll be fine.”
“That's right,” King agreed as he grabbed something that looked like a gas pump from the trunk. “Come grab the rest, Baby Panda” he ordered as he walked to the boat.
When I got to the car, I saw a canister that read ‘inflamable’ on its side. A smile grew over my face at the sight of it because it reminded me of my time at Miss Luthers.
“What are you smiling about?” Williams asked with a strange smile of his own.
“Hmm?” I asked. “Oh, nothing.”
“No” Williams said. “What was it?”
I smiled again and remembered what Thirty Seven told me the day I used a similar tool in Miss Luther's vivarium. “That flammable and inflammable mean the same thing.”
Williams gave another weird smile, but had the sense not to follow up with any more questions.
“You know what that is?” King asked as I hauled the silver canister over my shoulder with ease.
“A flamethrower” I answered.
“Yeah” King answered, surprised I knew.
“I used one before” I said as I set the thing in the boat.
“Really?” King and Williams asked at the same time.
“When?” Williams asked.
“Years ago. Thirty Seven had me use it at Miss Luthers.”
There was a shared look between King and Williams.
“What?” I asked.
“Who had you use one?” King asked.
“Thirty Seven” I answered. “She wore a jersey with thirty seven on it. Her and One came over and they had me use one.”
“You weren't even in the Order back then” Williams said, amazed.
“He isn't in the Order now,” King added.
“Yeah, that's right,” Williams agreed. “How did you meet two members of Farsight? I only ever met one of them.”
“They were Farsight?”
King and Williams shared another look before bursting out in laughter.
“That's right,” Williams said, getting in the boat to operate the engine. “Now come on. While we still got the sun on our side.”
As Williams operated the boat, getting us closer to the Death Stalks, King was getting the flamethrower ready to use. After he got it set up to his liking, he looked at me and said “Since you already got experience with flamethrowers, do you want to use it?”
“No thanks” I answered. “You can though.”
“Why?” King asked.
I recalled what Thirty Seven said to me that day in the garage. “Because they don't give the best soldiers on the field the flamethrowers.”
Williams' laughter was an explosion and King's face turned red with anger and embarrassment. It wasn't long however before the anger simmered and he too started laughing.
“That was pretty good,” King admitted. “You got me good.”
As we approached the cluster of Death Stalks, Williams slowed the boat down. When we got as close as he dared, he set the anchor.
King stood up in the boat and without warning let loose a stream of fire towards the mushroom stalks.
The Death Stalks did not shrivel up and die instantly like I expected because their skin was thick and hard to set aflame. However once the fire got through that outer layer, the sensitive insides made the whole stalk move around violently. It reminded me of a whip or the inflatable people you see at car lots.
By the time the Death Stalks were gone and would no longer be a problem for the locals, it was dark and we headed back. First to the dock, then to return the boat and then the motel where Williams called Farsight and let them know of a job well done.
When he was done with that call, I ordered us all a pizza.
WAE
2023.05.28 03:46 kayyybelll I have BD1 w/ Psychosis and ECT Changed my life for the better
Hello everyone! So I’ve (24F) read A LOT of stories about ECT before I did it. Most of them were… not great to say the least. I have Bipolar 1 w psychosis. Everyone i saw discussing ECT had BD2, so it really was a leap of faith for me to do ECT. I only found a few articles on google scholar discussing ECT and mania. Even my therapist was skeptical about it, but my psychiatrist who suggested it is the best dr I’ve ever had. He truly cares and would never put me in a situation he didn’t think would help. He’s not a pill mill and sorts through all options. ECT was a last resort after an entire year of mania and psychosis. I had taken so many medications but my psychosis was debilitating and my mania was out of control. I was very reluctant when my psych suggest ECT, but eventually I gave in after a while. I had 12 treatments done. MWF for an entire month. Here is my honest, personal experience with ECT:
What they do is, they put you to sleep and paralyze you so your body doesn’t convulse when you have the seizure. The first session was excruciating and scary. They didn’t know I would wake up so quickly from anesthesia (this isn’t their fault. I just naturally wake up quickly from anesthesia), so I woke up still paralyzed. That was pretty scary, but not as traumatic as you’d think. Once I was no longer paralyzed, it felt like someone took a brick to the side of my face. My jaw hurt so bad (jaw pain is normal. They give you meds for it) and my head was pounding. They gave me some more medication via IV and I felt better almost immediately. Now that they knew how I’d react to everything, they increased all my meds and every session after that was smooth sailing. The nurses are very nice and comforting. I even had a HOT doctor who I swear looked just like mcdreamy from greys and he was super nice too. After every treatment, I took some Tylenol, a muscle relaxer, and a Valium and went to sleep when I got home. My muscles were very sore the day after treatment but the muscle relaxers helped a lot.
It wasn’t until about the 5th session that I started to notice a difference. I stopped feeling so paranoid, I stopped hallucinating, and I was actually at ease. My family said they noticed a major difference in me and like I seemed much calmer and could actually hold a conversation without talking so quickly they couldn’t understand me. By the end of my 12 sessions I felt like a brand new person. I didn’t see my therapist the entire time I was doing ECT because I was just exhausted and I didn’t really have anything to talk about. I saw him about a week after I finished ECT and he was ecstatic at the results. He said it’s like night and day. I’m very grateful that I decided to do ECT despite all the horror stories I read online. I am a month post ECT and living my life like I haven’t in years. I can actually go outside and go out in public without feeling like the trees are watching me or random people in the grocery store are talking about me. I finally have my life back.
So I know there will probably be a few questions regarding what other people say, I’ll answer some. 1. Yes, my memory has been slightly affected but it is not anything significant. I remember my childhood. Even the insignificant details of it. I do have trouble remembering peoples names who I don’t really know. Sometimes I’ll forget what im talking about mid sentence and it’s a bit frustrating. It’s more like brain fog rather than memory loss. If someone reminds me of a specific thing and explains in detail, then I will remember what they are talking about. 2. I have friends with BD2 that ECT did not work for. I am not sure why. 3. It is not as barbaric as it sounds and is nothing like the movies. It’s something you just have to power through and experience. There will not be an immediate result. Like I said, I didn’t notice a difference until around the 5th session. 4. The headaches sucked but I alternated Tylenol max strength and Motrin around the clock for the headaches. They helped a lot. 5. For those with ovaries, your hormones will be affected. I have an IUD so I never have a period, but ECT caused me to have intense period symptoms. The medication they give you to not foam at the mouth will also dry you out EVERYWHERE (if you know what I mean). Drink pedialyte and A LOT of water. I spoke to my OBGYN while I was having ECT done and she said that any time the brain is stimulated it will mess with your hormones. 6. The biggest thing I’ve noticed is my cognitive abilities aren’t as sharp as before. Mostly pertaining to grammar, sentence structure, and ability to put what I want to say into words. It is sometimes frustrating, but it is not enough to make me regret ECT. I WILL be doing ECT maintenance. I am very happy with the results of ECT.
If y’all have anymore questions feel free to ask me :) I’m not sure how fast I’ll reply as I do not use Reddit often, but I promise I will eventually! I hope this helps anyone who is on the fence about ECT and just needs a glimmer of hope after seeing all the war stories people post 🩷
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What they do is, they put you to sleep and paralyze you so your body doesn’t convulse when you have the seizure. The first session was excruciating and scary. They didn’t know I would wake up so quickly from anesthesia (this isn’t their fault. I just naturally wake up quickly from anesthesia), so I woke up still paralyzed. That was pretty scary, but not as traumatic as you’d think. Once I was no longer paralyzed, it felt like someone took a brick to the side of my face. My jaw hurt so bad (jaw pain is normal. They give you meds for it) and my head was pounding. They gave me some more medication via IV and I felt better almost immediately. Now that they knew how I’d react to everything, they increased all my meds and every session after that was smooth sailing. The nurses are very nice and comforting. I even had a HOT doctor who I swear looked just like mcdreamy from greys and he was super nice too. After every treatment, I took some Tylenol, a muscle relaxer, and a Valium and went to sleep when I got home. My muscles were very sore the day after treatment but the muscle relaxers helped a lot.
It wasn’t until about the 5th session that I started to notice a difference. I stopped feeling so paranoid, I stopped hallucinating, and I was actually at ease. My family said they noticed a major difference in me and like I seemed much calmer and could actually hold a conversation without talking so quickly they couldn’t understand me. By the end of my 12 sessions I felt like a brand new person. I didn’t see my therapist the entire time I was doing ECT because I was just exhausted and I didn’t really have anything to talk about. I saw him about a week after I finished ECT and he was ecstatic at the results. He said it’s like night and day. I’m very grateful that I decided to do ECT despite all the horror stories I read online. I am a month post ECT and living my life like I haven’t in years. I can actually go outside and go out in public without feeling like the trees are watching me or random people in the grocery store are talking about me. I finally have my life back.
So I know there will probably be a few questions regarding what other people say, I’ll answer some. 1. Yes, my memory has been slightly affected but it is not anything significant. I remember my childhood. Even the insignificant details of it. I do have trouble remembering peoples names who I don’t really know. Sometimes I’ll forget what im talking about mid sentence and it’s a bit frustrating. It’s more like brain fog rather than memory loss. If someone reminds me of a specific thing and explains in detail, then I will remember what they are talking about. 2. I have friends with BD2 that ECT did not work for. I am not sure why. 3. It is not as barbaric as it sounds and is nothing like the movies. It’s something you just have to power through and experience. There will not be an immediate result. Like I said, I didn’t notice a difference until around the 5th session. 4. The headaches sucked but I alternated Tylenol max strength and Motrin around the clock for the headaches. They helped a lot. 5. For those with ovaries, your hormones will be affected. I have an IUD so I never have a period, but ECT caused me to have intense period symptoms. The medication they give you to not foam at the mouth will also dry you out EVERYWHERE (if you know what I mean). Drink pedialyte and A LOT of water. I spoke to my OBGYN while I was having ECT done and she said that any time the brain is stimulated it will mess with your hormones. 6. The biggest thing I’ve noticed is my cognitive abilities aren’t as sharp as before. Mostly pertaining to grammar, sentence structure, and ability to put what I want to say into words. It is sometimes frustrating, but it is not enough to make me regret ECT. I WILL be doing ECT maintenance. I am very happy with the results of ECT.
If y’all have anymore questions feel free to ask me :) I’m not sure how fast I’ll reply as I do not use Reddit often, but I promise I will eventually! I hope this helps anyone who is on the fence about ECT and just needs a glimmer of hope after seeing all the war stories people post 🩷
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2023.05.28 03:41 bakedasbread_wife [UPDATE] Please share success stories on vaginally delivering your large baby
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My LO is 1 month today! I remembered that I never posted an update on what happened on this subreddit. Here is my birth story! (Copy and pasted from the private subreddit I posted it in) This is a LONG post - I felt that I wanted to include as much as possible. TL;DR at the bottom for those who'd rather skip the novel
TW: I talk about blood
It all started Wednesday 4/26. I was 40+3 and my Dr was going to schedule an induction for Monday 5/1 if I didn't go into labor over the weekend. I was very passionate about letting my body decide when it was time to go into labor, so I was very anxious about a possible induction. I was 2cm dilated, 50% effaced, and baby was -3 station. I was like this from my 38w appointment. It's worth mentioning that I was measuring ahead and my OB expected a big baby.
My fiancé and I did the deed around 5:45pm on Wednesday, in hopes of getting things started, and boy did it work. I went to the bathroom immediately after we were done, and I had bloody discharge for the first time in my entire pregnancy. I was so excited but also trying not to get my hopes up.
We went downstairs and almost immediately I started complaining about achey hips. It seemed to come and go, and wasn't very intense. I couldn't figure out if it was gas, or just hip pain, or something else. It got more and more noticeable very quickly. By 6:45pm I was using a contractions app just for shiggles. I had no idea what contractions were supposed to feel like, but I wasn't getting any tightening in my belly (that I ever noticed anyways). I very quickly started to yell each time I felt this hip pain. It was a squeezing sensation and I couldn't get into any position at all to get comfortable. The app told me to "get ready to go to the hospital soon" after only recording 5 contractions. I was shocked. It kept saying the same thing for a few hours. I was eventually upstairs, in bed, bawling, yelling, and shaking. I was still getting bloody discharge with every pee and I started to worry that it was too much.
At 10:45pm, I finally said let's go to the hospital. My contractions (that I still didn't know were actually contractions) were averaging 3-4 mins apart and 30-40s long. We grabbed our hospital bag and left the house.
The hospital is a 10 min drive, and I had 2 contractions in the car. Once we got to L&D, they checked us into triage to take a look. It's a little after 11pm at this point. A Dr checked my cervix and I was 5cm and 80%. Holy shit was I shocked to hear that. She then told me my water was broken. When the hell did that happen?! I had NO idea, and we all assume that it happened because of the sex. So the guesstimated time stamp for water breaking was 6:00pm. They told us we were being checked into a room. I was still shocked because I was convinced that we'd get there and they'd send us home. But now this was real!!
The problem now was that my contractions died down a LOT. I knew that wasn't good, so we started walking, doing deep squats, and I did a little nipple stimulating. Nothing. I think from the time we checked in, to about 7am, I had less than 10 contractions. I slept on and off from 2 to 5, and woke up with 2 strong contractions in that window.
The night shift Dr came in before she left to do another cervical check, and I was only at 6cm. Day shift Drs and nurses got in at 7, and the Drs began talking about my biggest fear. Pitocin. Now it's worth mentioning that I was dead set on an unmedicated birth. After some talking to, I agreed to pitocin. I got really emotional because I was hooked up to all this stuff, and I really wanted freedom of movement for labor. I was having a really hard time emotionally with the way things were going so far. But I tried to stay positive and think about meeting my baby soon. They started me on 2 with the pitocin and bumped me up by 2 every 30 mins or so. My contractions didn't come back/intensify until I was at 8. They really started to get intense and regular at 12. Baby's heartrate did pretty good with the contractions, but one of the Drs seemed unsure and wanted to place a contraction measuring thing inside my uterus to measure the strength of my contractions. After a while with that in, he decided they were good and strong.
The timeline of my cervical checks is kind of foggy, but I know I went from 5cm to 8cm over the course of 12 hours. The Drs were concerned because of how slowly I was dilating. I don't think it would have been as much of an issue if my water hadn't been broken. They didn't want to let me go over 24hrs with it broken.
They started talking about my next biggest fear. An epidural. I was absolutely against it and wanted to feel everything. But here I was, not progressing, and in shit-tons of pain. I had received advice, from a mama in our community here, to relax into the contractions, and I remembered that and tried SO HARD to do that each time but damn my body wouldn't let me. I was practically convulsing with each contraction and yelling in pain. The Drs encouraged me to get the epidural in hopes of my body relaxing and therefore dilating more. I finally agreed to it, because I started to realize that if I didn't get it, and I still didn't progress, that I'd need it anyways for a cesarean. But if I did get it, it may be my only chance at vaginally birthing my daughter.
The anesthesiologist was awesome and made me feel very safe and comfortable. It was quick and easy (minus me freaking out over the weird electrical tingles and sensations in my leg, which he said was normal). I started to feel relief after about 15 minutes, and I hate to admit how glad I was. My pushy Dr came in, not even 30 mins after the epidural, and said we should do a cesarean now because I wasn't progressing. I got kind of mad and felt like it was unfair. I had JUST gotten the epidural. I told her no and that I wanted to wait to let my body try for a while longer. (At this point, it was only about 11:45am, and I still had about 6 hours until my 24hr mark). She was pissy with me but agreed to let me try longer. Very shortly after that, my nurse came in with another nurse to help move me around in different positions to try to help baby move down.
After trying for a few more hours, I got a cervical check, and I was holding my breath in anticipation. But I had ZERO change. I was devastated.
The time came for the cesarean talk again. I had to agree at this point, because baby girl clearly wasn't going anywhere and I didn't want to risk infection for either of us. They did all their prep, wheeled me down, and here I was in a bright cold room with a lot of people. A different anesthesiologist was taking care of me now and he was also awesome like the previous one! My epidural wasn't working anymore so he gave me a spinal. That worked, so my fiancé was escorted in and they started the process. I just want to say how much I hated the cesarean. I hated the way it felt. The tugging, the pressure, the burning. It was so intense and nauseating.
9:48pm on April 27th, we finally heard our baby girl cry, and we cried. My Dr yelled my name (in a playful/shocked way) and they all talked about how big she was. 9lbs 8oz, 21 inches long! Holy crap lol I was not expecting that! I know I was measuring big, but I was convinced that the measurements were just bigger than she was actually going to be. Turns out those measurements were SMALLER than how big she was lol they cleaned her up, handed her to my fiancé, and we got to meet our baby girl. I was absolutely devastated that I was not able to do the golden hour of skin to skin. I only got to look at her for about 5 minutes before they escorted her and my fiancé to the nursery.
After stitching me back up and wheeling me to recovery, I finally got to hold my baby. She fed and it was an amazing experience. But this time was also the beginning of a lot of pain for me. They had to push on my belly to get my uterus to contract down but wow I hated that. SO painful. They did it every 15 mins for 2 hours. I was able to go back to my room after that, where even more of a nightmare began. I was losing a lot of blood and my uterus wasn't going down like they wanted. 2 Drs came in and said they needed to check inside my vagina for clots. That was pretty painful. They found a lot. Then they found more. And more. They needed to go into my uterus through my vagina to get more. They said this is why my uterus wasn't going down, because I was clotting really bad. They told me it was going to hurt really badly and asked if I wanted anything for the pain before they did it. I said no, and they went ahead with it. Can I just say how traumatized I am from that experience. Wow. I screamed louder than I ever thought possible, and was in the worst amount of pain in my life. I think I traumatized the resident Dr who did the procedure because of the way I was screaming. She had to do it AGAIN too. They found a lot of clots and pieces of placenta. The 2nd time, when they were done, I felt it all spill out of me and it felt like 2 gallons of warm guts. It was like a horror movie. I never want to experience that ever again.
That was pretty much the end of it all besides me staying another day or so in the hospital. I want to say how important I feel it is that I let my expectations go at a certain point. I had the perfect birth in my head, and I did not get to experience that perfect birth. I don't know what it feels like to push my baby out, I didn't get to have my golden hour, I didn't get to have an unmedicated birth. But my baby is here and healthy, and so am I. That's all that truly matters in the end.
Thank you all for being such a great support system on this journey. And thank you for reading, if you did. It was quite therapeutic to type this up.
What a wild ride this was. Pregnancy I would do all over again, but I'm not so sure anymore after my birth experience. My baby girl may be my only child after going through this.
TL;DR: I was in 27 hours of active labor with my water broken, which ended with a cesarean because my 9# 8oz baby girl wasn't moving down (she never went lower than -2 station).
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My LO is 1 month today! I remembered that I never posted an update on what happened on this subreddit. Here is my birth story! (Copy and pasted from the private subreddit I posted it in) This is a LONG post - I felt that I wanted to include as much as possible. TL;DR at the bottom for those who'd rather skip the novel
TW: I talk about blood
It all started Wednesday 4/26. I was 40+3 and my Dr was going to schedule an induction for Monday 5/1 if I didn't go into labor over the weekend. I was very passionate about letting my body decide when it was time to go into labor, so I was very anxious about a possible induction. I was 2cm dilated, 50% effaced, and baby was -3 station. I was like this from my 38w appointment. It's worth mentioning that I was measuring ahead and my OB expected a big baby.
My fiancé and I did the deed around 5:45pm on Wednesday, in hopes of getting things started, and boy did it work. I went to the bathroom immediately after we were done, and I had bloody discharge for the first time in my entire pregnancy. I was so excited but also trying not to get my hopes up.
We went downstairs and almost immediately I started complaining about achey hips. It seemed to come and go, and wasn't very intense. I couldn't figure out if it was gas, or just hip pain, or something else. It got more and more noticeable very quickly. By 6:45pm I was using a contractions app just for shiggles. I had no idea what contractions were supposed to feel like, but I wasn't getting any tightening in my belly (that I ever noticed anyways). I very quickly started to yell each time I felt this hip pain. It was a squeezing sensation and I couldn't get into any position at all to get comfortable. The app told me to "get ready to go to the hospital soon" after only recording 5 contractions. I was shocked. It kept saying the same thing for a few hours. I was eventually upstairs, in bed, bawling, yelling, and shaking. I was still getting bloody discharge with every pee and I started to worry that it was too much.
At 10:45pm, I finally said let's go to the hospital. My contractions (that I still didn't know were actually contractions) were averaging 3-4 mins apart and 30-40s long. We grabbed our hospital bag and left the house.
The hospital is a 10 min drive, and I had 2 contractions in the car. Once we got to L&D, they checked us into triage to take a look. It's a little after 11pm at this point. A Dr checked my cervix and I was 5cm and 80%. Holy shit was I shocked to hear that. She then told me my water was broken. When the hell did that happen?! I had NO idea, and we all assume that it happened because of the sex. So the guesstimated time stamp for water breaking was 6:00pm. They told us we were being checked into a room. I was still shocked because I was convinced that we'd get there and they'd send us home. But now this was real!!
The problem now was that my contractions died down a LOT. I knew that wasn't good, so we started walking, doing deep squats, and I did a little nipple stimulating. Nothing. I think from the time we checked in, to about 7am, I had less than 10 contractions. I slept on and off from 2 to 5, and woke up with 2 strong contractions in that window.
The night shift Dr came in before she left to do another cervical check, and I was only at 6cm. Day shift Drs and nurses got in at 7, and the Drs began talking about my biggest fear. Pitocin. Now it's worth mentioning that I was dead set on an unmedicated birth. After some talking to, I agreed to pitocin. I got really emotional because I was hooked up to all this stuff, and I really wanted freedom of movement for labor. I was having a really hard time emotionally with the way things were going so far. But I tried to stay positive and think about meeting my baby soon. They started me on 2 with the pitocin and bumped me up by 2 every 30 mins or so. My contractions didn't come back/intensify until I was at 8. They really started to get intense and regular at 12. Baby's heartrate did pretty good with the contractions, but one of the Drs seemed unsure and wanted to place a contraction measuring thing inside my uterus to measure the strength of my contractions. After a while with that in, he decided they were good and strong.
The timeline of my cervical checks is kind of foggy, but I know I went from 5cm to 8cm over the course of 12 hours. The Drs were concerned because of how slowly I was dilating. I don't think it would have been as much of an issue if my water hadn't been broken. They didn't want to let me go over 24hrs with it broken.
They started talking about my next biggest fear. An epidural. I was absolutely against it and wanted to feel everything. But here I was, not progressing, and in shit-tons of pain. I had received advice, from a mama in our community here, to relax into the contractions, and I remembered that and tried SO HARD to do that each time but damn my body wouldn't let me. I was practically convulsing with each contraction and yelling in pain. The Drs encouraged me to get the epidural in hopes of my body relaxing and therefore dilating more. I finally agreed to it, because I started to realize that if I didn't get it, and I still didn't progress, that I'd need it anyways for a cesarean. But if I did get it, it may be my only chance at vaginally birthing my daughter.
The anesthesiologist was awesome and made me feel very safe and comfortable. It was quick and easy (minus me freaking out over the weird electrical tingles and sensations in my leg, which he said was normal). I started to feel relief after about 15 minutes, and I hate to admit how glad I was. My pushy Dr came in, not even 30 mins after the epidural, and said we should do a cesarean now because I wasn't progressing. I got kind of mad and felt like it was unfair. I had JUST gotten the epidural. I told her no and that I wanted to wait to let my body try for a while longer. (At this point, it was only about 11:45am, and I still had about 6 hours until my 24hr mark). She was pissy with me but agreed to let me try longer. Very shortly after that, my nurse came in with another nurse to help move me around in different positions to try to help baby move down.
After trying for a few more hours, I got a cervical check, and I was holding my breath in anticipation. But I had ZERO change. I was devastated.
The time came for the cesarean talk again. I had to agree at this point, because baby girl clearly wasn't going anywhere and I didn't want to risk infection for either of us. They did all their prep, wheeled me down, and here I was in a bright cold room with a lot of people. A different anesthesiologist was taking care of me now and he was also awesome like the previous one! My epidural wasn't working anymore so he gave me a spinal. That worked, so my fiancé was escorted in and they started the process. I just want to say how much I hated the cesarean. I hated the way it felt. The tugging, the pressure, the burning. It was so intense and nauseating.
9:48pm on April 27th, we finally heard our baby girl cry, and we cried. My Dr yelled my name (in a playful/shocked way) and they all talked about how big she was. 9lbs 8oz, 21 inches long! Holy crap lol I was not expecting that! I know I was measuring big, but I was convinced that the measurements were just bigger than she was actually going to be. Turns out those measurements were SMALLER than how big she was lol they cleaned her up, handed her to my fiancé, and we got to meet our baby girl. I was absolutely devastated that I was not able to do the golden hour of skin to skin. I only got to look at her for about 5 minutes before they escorted her and my fiancé to the nursery.
After stitching me back up and wheeling me to recovery, I finally got to hold my baby. She fed and it was an amazing experience. But this time was also the beginning of a lot of pain for me. They had to push on my belly to get my uterus to contract down but wow I hated that. SO painful. They did it every 15 mins for 2 hours. I was able to go back to my room after that, where even more of a nightmare began. I was losing a lot of blood and my uterus wasn't going down like they wanted. 2 Drs came in and said they needed to check inside my vagina for clots. That was pretty painful. They found a lot. Then they found more. And more. They needed to go into my uterus through my vagina to get more. They said this is why my uterus wasn't going down, because I was clotting really bad. They told me it was going to hurt really badly and asked if I wanted anything for the pain before they did it. I said no, and they went ahead with it. Can I just say how traumatized I am from that experience. Wow. I screamed louder than I ever thought possible, and was in the worst amount of pain in my life. I think I traumatized the resident Dr who did the procedure because of the way I was screaming. She had to do it AGAIN too. They found a lot of clots and pieces of placenta. The 2nd time, when they were done, I felt it all spill out of me and it felt like 2 gallons of warm guts. It was like a horror movie. I never want to experience that ever again.
That was pretty much the end of it all besides me staying another day or so in the hospital. I want to say how important I feel it is that I let my expectations go at a certain point. I had the perfect birth in my head, and I did not get to experience that perfect birth. I don't know what it feels like to push my baby out, I didn't get to have my golden hour, I didn't get to have an unmedicated birth. But my baby is here and healthy, and so am I. That's all that truly matters in the end.
Thank you all for being such a great support system on this journey. And thank you for reading, if you did. It was quite therapeutic to type this up.
What a wild ride this was. Pregnancy I would do all over again, but I'm not so sure anymore after my birth experience. My baby girl may be my only child after going through this.
TL;DR: I was in 27 hours of active labor with my water broken, which ended with a cesarean because my 9# 8oz baby girl wasn't moving down (she never went lower than -2 station).
2023.05.28 03:36 Langmurf GMC Hummer EV - Hot Wheels : HW Green Speed
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2023.05.28 03:31 Soft-Independence341 Blindsided #2
This is a continuation of my previous post.
last Friday
Her text:I am sry I was abrupt, I have been crying on and off all day.
Me: Yes you were abrupt and I did not deserve that.
Her:I want to talk today or tomorrow(Sat and Sun). You asked me to be vulnerable and I am ready to be.
Me:I can't, we can do next week.
Time is set for Monday to meet.
We meet and she goes on about how upset I made her, I apologized and admitted making a mistake(pls stop the insanity, I get it).I was basically felt like I was scolded and how I do not meet up to her expectations of a bf. I am secure enough to take the blow as I know it takes 2. After an hour there was no vulnerability or admitting any wrong doing. Walk back to out cars and she has a few of my things left at her house.(she thought it was all but there was more). I didn't bring her things bcs I thought this vulnerability talk was a path to reconcile but instead it was self serving and I feel a set up to validate herself .
90 min later a text,"I miss you". WTF, I am fuming with this passive aggressive behavior. I am hurt and you sling mud in my face is what it feels like. I don't answer and I just want it to stop. Next day she calls, I am on the phone so I send it to VM. I am respectable so I call back after my call and she texts she's busy at work and will call me after. I tell her I am busy between 5-730pm. Text at 4:30, I can call you after eight. My reply,"I will be tired then let's talk tomorrow and I want to pick up my stuff Thurs morning?" Her: Ok, but I want to make plans for the weekend to have a serious conversation about us". Me: "we can talk Thurs morning".Her"I need more time to discuss us so do you want to meet or not?" Me: I would like to set up a day to talk, we can figure it out Thurs".
THURS morning I am up at 3am. I can't sleep, anxiety through the roof. WTF, another lashing maybe!!!!! I drive to her house and she comes out sweet as can be. Invites me in for a cup of coffee. Small talk a hug and niceties. I tell her about meeting that I feel it best to wait one week while keeping the lines of communication open, it will give us time to cool down and the dust to settle. She responds with,"let's make it 2 weeks". WTF, "ok as you wish". Her: "what does lines of communication mean?"Me: Small talk to keep ourselves in touch with each other, no serious talk". Her: if we are taking a break then we are taking a break." Who said BREAK????? I am calm and composed as we hug and tell each other we love each. A nice ending to the pleasant meeting. The constant push back ensues.
That eve we speak on the phone for a few and I ask why the change from a week to 2? It will give me more time to think, I was going to say a month. Just Kidding!" Ouch that hurt a little bit. I get off the phone and my anxiety is rising. It is almost to the point I am trembling. I am having a really hard time. My gut says she's setting me up again and how she gets to think more after she asked me to meet. It is a constant push back dealing with her. I call a few friends ,I am almost unhinged with anxiety. Finally I figure it out that I need to listen to this flag. She gets more time to decide my fate in this rs. No ,I need someone who will choose me.
Next morning she calls about something and leaves a message. I awake and call back. We discuss the issue and then I begin with,"about us, I don't think it will work. I need someone who will choose me and be able to communicate with me". Her,"but we hugged yesterday". I love you and always will have a special place in my heart for you". Her," I need someone to treat me right, GOOD BYE!"
So as you can see I am always up against the wall when she doesn't get her way. I can not be a choice, I want to be THE CHOICE. My last ex(FA) raised my anxiety level to new highs. I rationalized the red flags and took too much bs in the interim. MY gut just told me this is not going to end up good and anxiety is your warning system on fire. I see some of her behaviors as trying to control, insecurity, stonewalling and maybe even gaslighting. I have been doing enough work throughout my years to contain myself and not to lash out. I admit my errs but I can not be set up to meet an expectation that hasn't been set. I was blindsided and I told her that was hurtful ,it is a reflection on her more than I.
Today I am missing her, sad the way things ended but unfortunately I didn't start this break up. I was willing to take the necessary steps to correct or at least try to amend the error. I really just want to be left alone and she owes me some money so I can not block her just yet. IF I don't get my money back it was still worth it to walk away with my head on top and not be an option. I took control of my being and I do wish her the best and she can find that guy that treats her the way she expects. If you are the guy reading this I can tell you that the bar will always be set higher each time.She will test you and hold onto it till she explodes and your holding your nut bag saying WTF just happened. I saw a side of a woman I loved dearly become totally unhinged with resentment.2 days before I am a great bf treating her so well. If you know of AT you can recognize where the boundaries are crossed and where they begin and you end. She is a sweet gal when getting her way but that other side scares me now.
I told her about how anxious and the inability to sleep right before seeing her Thursday ,"I was nice to you" was her reply.
Thanks for reading and be true to yourself first.
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last Friday
Her text:I am sry I was abrupt, I have been crying on and off all day.
Me: Yes you were abrupt and I did not deserve that.
Her:I want to talk today or tomorrow(Sat and Sun). You asked me to be vulnerable and I am ready to be.
Me:I can't, we can do next week.
Time is set for Monday to meet.
We meet and she goes on about how upset I made her, I apologized and admitted making a mistake(pls stop the insanity, I get it).I was basically felt like I was scolded and how I do not meet up to her expectations of a bf. I am secure enough to take the blow as I know it takes 2. After an hour there was no vulnerability or admitting any wrong doing. Walk back to out cars and she has a few of my things left at her house.(she thought it was all but there was more). I didn't bring her things bcs I thought this vulnerability talk was a path to reconcile but instead it was self serving and I feel a set up to validate herself .
90 min later a text,"I miss you". WTF, I am fuming with this passive aggressive behavior. I am hurt and you sling mud in my face is what it feels like. I don't answer and I just want it to stop. Next day she calls, I am on the phone so I send it to VM. I am respectable so I call back after my call and she texts she's busy at work and will call me after. I tell her I am busy between 5-730pm. Text at 4:30, I can call you after eight. My reply,"I will be tired then let's talk tomorrow and I want to pick up my stuff Thurs morning?" Her: Ok, but I want to make plans for the weekend to have a serious conversation about us". Me: "we can talk Thurs morning".Her"I need more time to discuss us so do you want to meet or not?" Me: I would like to set up a day to talk, we can figure it out Thurs".
THURS morning I am up at 3am. I can't sleep, anxiety through the roof. WTF, another lashing maybe!!!!! I drive to her house and she comes out sweet as can be. Invites me in for a cup of coffee. Small talk a hug and niceties. I tell her about meeting that I feel it best to wait one week while keeping the lines of communication open, it will give us time to cool down and the dust to settle. She responds with,"let's make it 2 weeks". WTF, "ok as you wish". Her: "what does lines of communication mean?"Me: Small talk to keep ourselves in touch with each other, no serious talk". Her: if we are taking a break then we are taking a break." Who said BREAK????? I am calm and composed as we hug and tell each other we love each. A nice ending to the pleasant meeting. The constant push back ensues.
That eve we speak on the phone for a few and I ask why the change from a week to 2? It will give me more time to think, I was going to say a month. Just Kidding!" Ouch that hurt a little bit. I get off the phone and my anxiety is rising. It is almost to the point I am trembling. I am having a really hard time. My gut says she's setting me up again and how she gets to think more after she asked me to meet. It is a constant push back dealing with her. I call a few friends ,I am almost unhinged with anxiety. Finally I figure it out that I need to listen to this flag. She gets more time to decide my fate in this rs. No ,I need someone who will choose me.
Next morning she calls about something and leaves a message. I awake and call back. We discuss the issue and then I begin with,"about us, I don't think it will work. I need someone who will choose me and be able to communicate with me". Her,"but we hugged yesterday". I love you and always will have a special place in my heart for you". Her," I need someone to treat me right, GOOD BYE!"
So as you can see I am always up against the wall when she doesn't get her way. I can not be a choice, I want to be THE CHOICE. My last ex(FA) raised my anxiety level to new highs. I rationalized the red flags and took too much bs in the interim. MY gut just told me this is not going to end up good and anxiety is your warning system on fire. I see some of her behaviors as trying to control, insecurity, stonewalling and maybe even gaslighting. I have been doing enough work throughout my years to contain myself and not to lash out. I admit my errs but I can not be set up to meet an expectation that hasn't been set. I was blindsided and I told her that was hurtful ,it is a reflection on her more than I.
Today I am missing her, sad the way things ended but unfortunately I didn't start this break up. I was willing to take the necessary steps to correct or at least try to amend the error. I really just want to be left alone and she owes me some money so I can not block her just yet. IF I don't get my money back it was still worth it to walk away with my head on top and not be an option. I took control of my being and I do wish her the best and she can find that guy that treats her the way she expects. If you are the guy reading this I can tell you that the bar will always be set higher each time.She will test you and hold onto it till she explodes and your holding your nut bag saying WTF just happened. I saw a side of a woman I loved dearly become totally unhinged with resentment.2 days before I am a great bf treating her so well. If you know of AT you can recognize where the boundaries are crossed and where they begin and you end. She is a sweet gal when getting her way but that other side scares me now.
I told her about how anxious and the inability to sleep right before seeing her Thursday ,"I was nice to you" was her reply.
Thanks for reading and be true to yourself first.
2023.05.28 03:28 Corg505 2015 Colorado rock crawler is a Hot Wheels Legends Tour finalist.
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2023.05.28 03:27 CptDoritos This ALL white, blind friendly, braille written HotWheels car.
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2023.05.28 03:24 Icy_Bottle_2634 BBQ Grill Planter
 | I turned our old broken gas grill into a pepper garden. I thought this was the right place to post it. It has built in drainage and easy to cover your plants from frost. Bonus ours had wheels so we can move it with us and around to good sunny spots. Biggest point is it's for hot peppers and I find that to be great as I chuckle every time I see them. BBQ hot pepper Planter. submitted by Icy_Bottle_2634 to UrbanGardening [link] [comments] |
2023.05.28 03:21 ddyyllzzyyxx 1996 subaru won’t start after theft
Hey—looking for a quick fix as I’m headed overseas in 5 days and need to get this thing to my buddy’s place by then. The car in question is a 96 outback wagon with a 2.2
So one of our friendly unhoused neighbors here in Seattle drilled out my ignition and went for a (reportedly very short) joy ride. I got it towed back from impound but obviously it won’t start the normal way. I hot wired the starter and got crank, but no engine start.
The keyless entry (I assume also security/immobilizer?) module, which I didn’t realize it had until now as I have no fob, is clicking like a mf. Could it be keeping the fuel pump/relay from working? If so any way to bypass?
I tried turning what’s left of the ignition (basically just the rotary switch that’s on the left hand side of the steering wheel) with a screwdriver, then pushing the button that’s supposed to reset the keyless system. No dice. (Turning the rotary switch doesn’t start the car either, obviously)
Again, not looking for a forever fix. Just need any ol’ way to start it up and drive for 20 minutes…hopefully not impossible, after all some crackhead clearly figured out how to do it lol.
Oh yeah and a push start also didn’t work. But I only tried it at the impound lot when the battery was definitely dead and the car was maybe out of gas (have since added a gallon jic). Could try again but I'm calling that plan Z as it's on a public street.
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So one of our friendly unhoused neighbors here in Seattle drilled out my ignition and went for a (reportedly very short) joy ride. I got it towed back from impound but obviously it won’t start the normal way. I hot wired the starter and got crank, but no engine start.
The keyless entry (I assume also security/immobilizer?) module, which I didn’t realize it had until now as I have no fob, is clicking like a mf. Could it be keeping the fuel pump/relay from working? If so any way to bypass?
I tried turning what’s left of the ignition (basically just the rotary switch that’s on the left hand side of the steering wheel) with a screwdriver, then pushing the button that’s supposed to reset the keyless system. No dice. (Turning the rotary switch doesn’t start the car either, obviously)
Again, not looking for a forever fix. Just need any ol’ way to start it up and drive for 20 minutes…hopefully not impossible, after all some crackhead clearly figured out how to do it lol.
Oh yeah and a push start also didn’t work. But I only tried it at the impound lot when the battery was definitely dead and the car was maybe out of gas (have since added a gallon jic). Could try again but I'm calling that plan Z as it's on a public street.
2023.05.28 03:20 oddnded 26 [M4R] EST US / Anywhere - Finding compatibility in between my internet constantly going out, a saga
TL;DR: Just some tired dude trying to find a half decent connection at best. I'm not out to try and impress anyone. If you have a disdain for games, movies, banter, cars, or humor as a whole just pass me up. Also, if you're a fan of one sided conversations too.
I'm attempting to find new actual friends and possibly a relationship, if it happens. The people I have spoke to over the last several years of my life are either too busy or are different people now. I miss having someone to talk and complain to everyday about whatever + that seemingly care, y'know? At this point I'd take just having people to small talk with lmao
I will say it would probably be ideal if you could relate to like the older online era. I mean, we're talking like peak CoD lobbies, Habbo, and similar shit. Idk, it seemed like back then people were more fun. I've found they're usually less sensitive too
Honestly, I could care less if it's SFW, NSFW, or a mix when it comes to conversations. I'm relatively open minded in general and don't take to getting offended easily for the most part. The only things I ask are for you to be somewhat close to my age, honest, and relatively blunt. I mean, bonus if you can relate to the tired feeling. Well, that or if you can tolerate it at the very least. I don't want to list an absurd amount about myself, because I feel that ruins actual back and forth to a degree, personally
About You: • Non-sensitive and can handle banter, jokes, and memes while also returning
• Somewhat available and able to reply in a decent amount of time
• Has an ability to express interest or converse about hobbies that aren't your own (on average used to people just passing by half of what I say)
• You can be equally boring as myself or worse tbh, as long as there's back and forth. If you're some mass extrovert then I can live vicariously through you in contrast lmao
• It would be cool if you enjoyed sharing music. I'm always looking for new stuff for my playlist
• You enjoy movies
I will say none of these are requirements. They're extremely preferred though tbh
About Me: • I turned twenty-six early this year, and feel awful. Regardless, quarter life crisis is still persisting lol
• I have relatively awful internet. So, games take forever to update, think a day or two depending. Also, at some point I want a sim rig (not an over the top one lmao)
• Tends to enjoy most forms of comedy, wether dark / offensive / dry etc + I agree with the stance of jokes being jokes
• Meme Archivarius and Aficionado
• I've been learning Norwegian for a few months now
• Cold weather / temps wins over hot weather / temps every time
• I have an absurd amount of hobbies; but, obviously frequent some more than others. So, the likelihood we at least share one in common is very high
• May as wells be a bottle of mental health issues, namely severe depression and general anxiety. So, if you struggle with mental health it's no issue. Honestly, would probably be nice if you can either relate or understand
• Sleeping is a struggle + my general sleep schedule is subpar
• Believes Elon Musk will end up creating catgirls, sooner or later
• Replies as quick as I nut
So, aside from all of that, feel free to ask me anything you'd like to know about me. I'm a relatively open book. If you're out to try and steal my identity you'll probably just end up disappointed lmao. Hopefully this finds you well, my dudes. Feel free to send me a chat (´• `")ゝ
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I'm attempting to find new actual friends and possibly a relationship, if it happens. The people I have spoke to over the last several years of my life are either too busy or are different people now. I miss having someone to talk and complain to everyday about whatever + that seemingly care, y'know? At this point I'd take just having people to small talk with lmao
I will say it would probably be ideal if you could relate to like the older online era. I mean, we're talking like peak CoD lobbies, Habbo, and similar shit. Idk, it seemed like back then people were more fun. I've found they're usually less sensitive too
Honestly, I could care less if it's SFW, NSFW, or a mix when it comes to conversations. I'm relatively open minded in general and don't take to getting offended easily for the most part. The only things I ask are for you to be somewhat close to my age, honest, and relatively blunt. I mean, bonus if you can relate to the tired feeling. Well, that or if you can tolerate it at the very least. I don't want to list an absurd amount about myself, because I feel that ruins actual back and forth to a degree, personally
About You: • Non-sensitive and can handle banter, jokes, and memes while also returning
• Somewhat available and able to reply in a decent amount of time
• Has an ability to express interest or converse about hobbies that aren't your own (on average used to people just passing by half of what I say)
• You can be equally boring as myself or worse tbh, as long as there's back and forth. If you're some mass extrovert then I can live vicariously through you in contrast lmao
• It would be cool if you enjoyed sharing music. I'm always looking for new stuff for my playlist
• You enjoy movies
I will say none of these are requirements. They're extremely preferred though tbh
About Me: • I turned twenty-six early this year, and feel awful. Regardless, quarter life crisis is still persisting lol
• I have relatively awful internet. So, games take forever to update, think a day or two depending. Also, at some point I want a sim rig (not an over the top one lmao)
• Tends to enjoy most forms of comedy, wether dark / offensive / dry etc + I agree with the stance of jokes being jokes
• Meme Archivarius and Aficionado
• I've been learning Norwegian for a few months now
• Cold weather / temps wins over hot weather / temps every time
• I have an absurd amount of hobbies; but, obviously frequent some more than others. So, the likelihood we at least share one in common is very high
• May as wells be a bottle of mental health issues, namely severe depression and general anxiety. So, if you struggle with mental health it's no issue. Honestly, would probably be nice if you can either relate or understand
• Sleeping is a struggle + my general sleep schedule is subpar
• Believes Elon Musk will end up creating catgirls, sooner or later
• Replies as quick as I nut
So, aside from all of that, feel free to ask me anything you'd like to know about me. I'm a relatively open book. If you're out to try and steal my identity you'll probably just end up disappointed lmao. Hopefully this finds you well, my dudes. Feel free to send me a chat (´• `")ゝ
2023.05.28 03:18 Fatal_Potatoes Hotwheels has released cars featuring braille text as part of a collaboration with the National Federation of the Blind
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2023.05.28 03:17 oddnded 26 [M4F] US / Anywhere - Finding the mundane n meme enjoyer type companion
TL;DR: Just some tired dude trying to find a half decent connection at best. If you have a disdain for games, movies, banter, cars, or humor as a whole just pass me up. Also, if you're keen on one sided conversations too
I'm attempting to find an actual relationship, if it happens. The people I have spoke to over the last several years of my life are either too busy or are different people now. I miss having someone to talk and complain to everyday about whatever + that seemingly care, y'know? The idea of having a partner that fills that role sounds ideal
I will say it would probably be ideal if you could relate to like the older online era. I mean, we're talking like peak CoD lobbies, Habbo, and similar shit. Idk, it seemed like back then people were more fun. Lol I've found they're usually less sensitive too
Honestly, I could care less if it's SFW, NSFW, or a mix when it comes to conversations. I'm relatively open minded in general and don't take to getting offended easily for the most part. The only things I ask are for you to be somewhat close to my age, honest, and relatively blunt. I mean, bonus if you can relate to the tired feeling. Well, that or if you can tolerate it at the very least. I don't want to list an absurd amount about myself, because I feel that ruins actual back and forth to a degree, personally
About You: • Non-sensitive and can handle banter, jokes, and memes while also returning
• Somewhat available and able to reply in a decent amount of time
• Has an ability to express interest or converse about hobbies that aren't your own (on average used to people just passing by half of what I say)
• You can be equally boring as myself or worse tbh, as long as there's back and forth. If you're some mass extrovert then I can live vicariously through you in contrast lmao
• It would be cool if you enjoyed sharing music. I'm always looking for new stuff for my playlist
• You enjoy movies
I will say none of these are requirements. They're extremely preferred though tbh
About Me: • I turned twenty-six early this year, and feel awful. Regardless, quarter life crisis is still persisting lol
• I have relatively awful internet. So, games take forever to update, think a day or two depending. Also, at some point I want a sim rig (not at over the top one lmao)
• Tends to enjoy most forms of comedy, wether dark / offensive / dry etc + I agree with the stance of jokes being jokes
• Meme Archivarius and Aficionado
• I've been learning Norwegian for a few months now
• Cold weather / temps wins over hot weather / temps every time
• I have an absurd amount of hobbies; but, obviously frequent some more than others. So, the likelihood we at least share one in common is very high
• May as wells be a bottle of mental health issues, namely severe depression and general anxiety. So, if you struggle with mental health it's no issue. Honestly, would probably be nice if you can either relate or understand
• Sleeping is a struggle + my general sleep schedule is subpar
• Believes Elon Musk will end up creating catgirls, sooner or later
• Replies as quick as I nut
So, aside from all of that, feel free to ask me anything you'd like to know about me. I'm a relatively open book. If you're out to try and steal my identity you'll probably just end up disappointed lmao. Hopefully this finds you well, my dudes. Feel free to send me a chat (´• `")ゝ
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I'm attempting to find an actual relationship, if it happens. The people I have spoke to over the last several years of my life are either too busy or are different people now. I miss having someone to talk and complain to everyday about whatever + that seemingly care, y'know? The idea of having a partner that fills that role sounds ideal
I will say it would probably be ideal if you could relate to like the older online era. I mean, we're talking like peak CoD lobbies, Habbo, and similar shit. Idk, it seemed like back then people were more fun. Lol I've found they're usually less sensitive too
Honestly, I could care less if it's SFW, NSFW, or a mix when it comes to conversations. I'm relatively open minded in general and don't take to getting offended easily for the most part. The only things I ask are for you to be somewhat close to my age, honest, and relatively blunt. I mean, bonus if you can relate to the tired feeling. Well, that or if you can tolerate it at the very least. I don't want to list an absurd amount about myself, because I feel that ruins actual back and forth to a degree, personally
About You: • Non-sensitive and can handle banter, jokes, and memes while also returning
• Somewhat available and able to reply in a decent amount of time
• Has an ability to express interest or converse about hobbies that aren't your own (on average used to people just passing by half of what I say)
• You can be equally boring as myself or worse tbh, as long as there's back and forth. If you're some mass extrovert then I can live vicariously through you in contrast lmao
• It would be cool if you enjoyed sharing music. I'm always looking for new stuff for my playlist
• You enjoy movies
I will say none of these are requirements. They're extremely preferred though tbh
About Me: • I turned twenty-six early this year, and feel awful. Regardless, quarter life crisis is still persisting lol
• I have relatively awful internet. So, games take forever to update, think a day or two depending. Also, at some point I want a sim rig (not at over the top one lmao)
• Tends to enjoy most forms of comedy, wether dark / offensive / dry etc + I agree with the stance of jokes being jokes
• Meme Archivarius and Aficionado
• I've been learning Norwegian for a few months now
• Cold weather / temps wins over hot weather / temps every time
• I have an absurd amount of hobbies; but, obviously frequent some more than others. So, the likelihood we at least share one in common is very high
• May as wells be a bottle of mental health issues, namely severe depression and general anxiety. So, if you struggle with mental health it's no issue. Honestly, would probably be nice if you can either relate or understand
• Sleeping is a struggle + my general sleep schedule is subpar
• Believes Elon Musk will end up creating catgirls, sooner or later
• Replies as quick as I nut
So, aside from all of that, feel free to ask me anything you'd like to know about me. I'm a relatively open book. If you're out to try and steal my identity you'll probably just end up disappointed lmao. Hopefully this finds you well, my dudes. Feel free to send me a chat (´• `")ゝ
2023.05.28 03:14 bay30three I earn more than 99% of people, but I probably spend less than 95%. Here's how.
(Long post alert - I posted this on /australia but it got deleted automatically - is this due to insufficient post karma? I only joined Reddit recently, after years of lurking)
I am a 40M suburban dad in Sydney. Dual income, 2 children under 6.
I work in a professional capacity, and while I don't want to reveal my annual income, I'll drop a hint and say I paid 126K in personal income tax last year.
With that sort of income, many will say that just about everything is affordable to me. I am aware there is a cost of living crisis out there, and don't wish to come across as insensitive. However I would l like to share some of my tips on how to live on the cheap.
1) My groceries are cheap
I don't eat meat/fish/eggs/dairy. Yep, full plant based diet since early 2021, for my health/animals and the environment (I've heard all the arguments against veganism so let's not get into it here).
I live on beans/ rice/ vegetables/ fruit/ nuts and seeds. I go through two bags of the 'McKenzie's 12 blend soup mix' per week, at a cost of $4.60 per week. Brown rice I eat costs $19 for 5kg (I usually stock up when they are half price, at $9.50). I consume 200g of rice per day, which is about $2.66 per week when bought on special, $5.32.
My other staples are steamed/sauteed broccoli, cauliflower, green beans, zucchinis, sweet corn, sweet potato, eggplant, kale, and fresh cherry tomatoes, red capsicum, cucumber, lettuce, as well as chia seeds, hemp seeds, roasted cashews and almonds. These aren't expensive items either.
I don't eat the vegan sausages/burger patties or cheese. I eat a whole foods plant based diet.
My snacks are fruit. Usually apples, bananas, kiwifruit, grapes are staples, with occasional berries when they are cheap.
When prices of certain items go up (I remember when broccoli/lettuce/red capsicum became 2-3x their normal price in the last 1-2 years), I don't buy them. I never complained when broccoli was twice as expensive for a while, but simply bought other vegetables.
Just yesterday I noticed that the blackberries and raspberries my children like were $5.50 a punnet, up from their usual $3.50-4.50 a punnet. So I didn't buy them, and bought extra mandarins and pears instead, at $2.50/kg and $3.90 per kg respectively.
Also I don't buy any processed food. No potato crisps (they were $3-4 per bag when I stopped buying them, but I've recently seen them selling for $6.50 a bag), no biscuits, no chocolate, no lollies, no cakes or cookies or anything with refined sugar.
2) I don't buy lunch when I'm at work
I pack my own lunch the previous night, while I'm cooking dinner. Lunch is basically a 2/3 serving of the vegetables/beans/rice I had the night before. as I find bought lunches are unhealthy, and aren't substantial enough to fill me up. My packed lunch probably costs me $3-4 in ingredients.
I used to buy lunch every day, at a cost of $10-12 daily, which meant around $2500 per year on lunch alone. Now it probably costs around $840.
3) I don't drink alcohol
I went through a craft beewine/cheese/cured meat phase for about 10 years, but gave these up not long after I gave up eating meat or other animal products. I've spent 0 cents on these foods in the past 2 years.
When I was a regular drinker, beers at the pub used to be $7.50 for Tooheys/Resches/Carlton Draught and $9.50 for the likes of Balter, Pirate Life, Feral, but I believe they cost up to $12.50. No thanks.
I used to go grocery shopping, spend $120 on groceries, and think nothing of going next door to Liquorland and spending $120 on alcohol. Now I shake my head at the mere thought of it.
4) I don't buy coffee or eat in cafes.
I went through a trendy cafe phase in my 20s and 30s, and thought nothing of paying $24 for a cafe breakfast and $4.50 for a large flat white. Now I make my own coffee at home. I buy green beans at a cost for $12 per kg and roast them myself (I bought a coffee roaster for $950 four years ago which has paid for itself many times over), and use 10g of coffee per cup, which works out to be 12 cents per cup. My soy milk costs $2 per litre, and I use around 150mL per cup of coffee, at a cost of 30c per cup. So my coffee costs around 42 cents to make.
I haven't eaten in a cafe for about 5 years now.
5) I almost never order in, or get takeaway
Not that there are many good plant based meal delivery/takeaway options out there anyway, and I find ordering in/takeaway meals to be expensive, unsatisfying, lacking in substance and not worth the cost. I avoid refined sugar and there is far too much in most takeaway meals for my liking. I eat them begrudgingly, occasionally (when my wife orders them).
The cost of a meal is the cost of material, labour, business insurance, electricity/gas, rent, advertising, accounting + the profits.
The cost of my own meals are the cost of the materials + gas/electricity. Huge difference.
I honestly enjoy my own meals more.
6) My fitness routine is free
I don't go to the gym. I do 100 pushups, 20 pull-ups, and 50 sit-ups every day (without fail). I also run a total of 15-20km weekly, and enter 2 half marathons a year at a cost of around $140 per event. My running shoes cost me around $120-140 every 18-24 months.
7) My entertainment costs very little
I pay $120 per year for a Disney+ subscription, mainly for my children. It has more content than I could watch in my lifetime. We do a Family Movie Night once a week, usually Disney/Pixar animation films.
I also watch stuff on Youtube, and don't pay anything to skip ads or anything.
I have been to the cinema twice in the last 7 years, to see the latest James Bond and Top Gun 2 (I recall paying $27 per ticket at Hoyts). I stopped going to the movies regularly when the cost of a movie ticket hit $20, also around the time streaming services became available for $10 a month.
8) I don't use heating in winter or cooling in summer.
I am rugged in up 4 layers at the moment, as the morning temperature in my living area falls down to 14.5 degrees. I wear a thermal top, a knitted top, a polar fleece jacket and then an Oodie on top.
In summer I don't use the air con. It's singlets and shorts in summer, and when it gets too hot to sleep, it's a fan on timer to switch off after 1 hour, and it works every time.
I live in a townhouse and pay around $200 per quarter for electricity (for a family of 4). My next door neighbour pays $800 per quarter, as he heats/cools his home all the time.
9) I don't spend much money on clothes or shoes
My favourite clothing brand is yd, my socks are from Target and my shoes are $120 Adidas sneakers.
I have clothes and shoes for every weather and every occasion, and don't buy new clothes or shoes unless I'm replacing old ones to be thrown out.
10) I don't spend much money on the latest tech.
My hp laptop cost me $1200 in 2017. Still runs like new, and unlikely to need an upgrade for another 5 years. My phone is a Samsung S20 FE, which I bought 2.5 years ago for $750.
My Galaxy tablet cost me $280 earlier this year. I buy a new one every 5 years on average.
I can't fathom paying $3000 for a 14 inch Macbook, $1500 for an iPad, or $1400 for an iPhone.
My mobile plan is through a cheap provider at $25 per month.
So there you have it, the reasons why I believe I spend less than 90% of people while earning in the top 1%.
I'm not penny pinching or forcing myself to live like a pauper to save money while denying myself the pleasures I want. We go on overseas holidays 2-3 weeks every year, live in a nice spot in Sydney, own two luxury European cars, and own some pretty nice things.
My hobbies are reading, blogging, going out (which means exploring my favourite parts of Sydney, and taking snaps), posting on various internet forums, watching movies at home.
I grew up in a middle income household and being thrifty was instilled in me from a young age. When I was a student I lived liked a student, and when I started earning I didn't really change my spending habits.
Thanks for reading!
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I am a 40M suburban dad in Sydney. Dual income, 2 children under 6.
I work in a professional capacity, and while I don't want to reveal my annual income, I'll drop a hint and say I paid 126K in personal income tax last year.
With that sort of income, many will say that just about everything is affordable to me. I am aware there is a cost of living crisis out there, and don't wish to come across as insensitive. However I would l like to share some of my tips on how to live on the cheap.
1) My groceries are cheap
I don't eat meat/fish/eggs/dairy. Yep, full plant based diet since early 2021, for my health/animals and the environment (I've heard all the arguments against veganism so let's not get into it here).
I live on beans/ rice/ vegetables/ fruit/ nuts and seeds. I go through two bags of the 'McKenzie's 12 blend soup mix' per week, at a cost of $4.60 per week. Brown rice I eat costs $19 for 5kg (I usually stock up when they are half price, at $9.50). I consume 200g of rice per day, which is about $2.66 per week when bought on special, $5.32.
My other staples are steamed/sauteed broccoli, cauliflower, green beans, zucchinis, sweet corn, sweet potato, eggplant, kale, and fresh cherry tomatoes, red capsicum, cucumber, lettuce, as well as chia seeds, hemp seeds, roasted cashews and almonds. These aren't expensive items either.
I don't eat the vegan sausages/burger patties or cheese. I eat a whole foods plant based diet.
My snacks are fruit. Usually apples, bananas, kiwifruit, grapes are staples, with occasional berries when they are cheap.
When prices of certain items go up (I remember when broccoli/lettuce/red capsicum became 2-3x their normal price in the last 1-2 years), I don't buy them. I never complained when broccoli was twice as expensive for a while, but simply bought other vegetables.
Just yesterday I noticed that the blackberries and raspberries my children like were $5.50 a punnet, up from their usual $3.50-4.50 a punnet. So I didn't buy them, and bought extra mandarins and pears instead, at $2.50/kg and $3.90 per kg respectively.
Also I don't buy any processed food. No potato crisps (they were $3-4 per bag when I stopped buying them, but I've recently seen them selling for $6.50 a bag), no biscuits, no chocolate, no lollies, no cakes or cookies or anything with refined sugar.
2) I don't buy lunch when I'm at work
I pack my own lunch the previous night, while I'm cooking dinner. Lunch is basically a 2/3 serving of the vegetables/beans/rice I had the night before. as I find bought lunches are unhealthy, and aren't substantial enough to fill me up. My packed lunch probably costs me $3-4 in ingredients.
I used to buy lunch every day, at a cost of $10-12 daily, which meant around $2500 per year on lunch alone. Now it probably costs around $840.
3) I don't drink alcohol
I went through a craft beewine/cheese/cured meat phase for about 10 years, but gave these up not long after I gave up eating meat or other animal products. I've spent 0 cents on these foods in the past 2 years.
When I was a regular drinker, beers at the pub used to be $7.50 for Tooheys/Resches/Carlton Draught and $9.50 for the likes of Balter, Pirate Life, Feral, but I believe they cost up to $12.50. No thanks.
I used to go grocery shopping, spend $120 on groceries, and think nothing of going next door to Liquorland and spending $120 on alcohol. Now I shake my head at the mere thought of it.
4) I don't buy coffee or eat in cafes.
I went through a trendy cafe phase in my 20s and 30s, and thought nothing of paying $24 for a cafe breakfast and $4.50 for a large flat white. Now I make my own coffee at home. I buy green beans at a cost for $12 per kg and roast them myself (I bought a coffee roaster for $950 four years ago which has paid for itself many times over), and use 10g of coffee per cup, which works out to be 12 cents per cup. My soy milk costs $2 per litre, and I use around 150mL per cup of coffee, at a cost of 30c per cup. So my coffee costs around 42 cents to make.
I haven't eaten in a cafe for about 5 years now.
5) I almost never order in, or get takeaway
Not that there are many good plant based meal delivery/takeaway options out there anyway, and I find ordering in/takeaway meals to be expensive, unsatisfying, lacking in substance and not worth the cost. I avoid refined sugar and there is far too much in most takeaway meals for my liking. I eat them begrudgingly, occasionally (when my wife orders them).
The cost of a meal is the cost of material, labour, business insurance, electricity/gas, rent, advertising, accounting + the profits.
The cost of my own meals are the cost of the materials + gas/electricity. Huge difference.
I honestly enjoy my own meals more.
6) My fitness routine is free
I don't go to the gym. I do 100 pushups, 20 pull-ups, and 50 sit-ups every day (without fail). I also run a total of 15-20km weekly, and enter 2 half marathons a year at a cost of around $140 per event. My running shoes cost me around $120-140 every 18-24 months.
7) My entertainment costs very little
I pay $120 per year for a Disney+ subscription, mainly for my children. It has more content than I could watch in my lifetime. We do a Family Movie Night once a week, usually Disney/Pixar animation films.
I also watch stuff on Youtube, and don't pay anything to skip ads or anything.
I have been to the cinema twice in the last 7 years, to see the latest James Bond and Top Gun 2 (I recall paying $27 per ticket at Hoyts). I stopped going to the movies regularly when the cost of a movie ticket hit $20, also around the time streaming services became available for $10 a month.
8) I don't use heating in winter or cooling in summer.
I am rugged in up 4 layers at the moment, as the morning temperature in my living area falls down to 14.5 degrees. I wear a thermal top, a knitted top, a polar fleece jacket and then an Oodie on top.
In summer I don't use the air con. It's singlets and shorts in summer, and when it gets too hot to sleep, it's a fan on timer to switch off after 1 hour, and it works every time.
I live in a townhouse and pay around $200 per quarter for electricity (for a family of 4). My next door neighbour pays $800 per quarter, as he heats/cools his home all the time.
9) I don't spend much money on clothes or shoes
My favourite clothing brand is yd, my socks are from Target and my shoes are $120 Adidas sneakers.
I have clothes and shoes for every weather and every occasion, and don't buy new clothes or shoes unless I'm replacing old ones to be thrown out.
10) I don't spend much money on the latest tech.
My hp laptop cost me $1200 in 2017. Still runs like new, and unlikely to need an upgrade for another 5 years. My phone is a Samsung S20 FE, which I bought 2.5 years ago for $750.
My Galaxy tablet cost me $280 earlier this year. I buy a new one every 5 years on average.
I can't fathom paying $3000 for a 14 inch Macbook, $1500 for an iPad, or $1400 for an iPhone.
My mobile plan is through a cheap provider at $25 per month.
So there you have it, the reasons why I believe I spend less than 90% of people while earning in the top 1%.
I'm not penny pinching or forcing myself to live like a pauper to save money while denying myself the pleasures I want. We go on overseas holidays 2-3 weeks every year, live in a nice spot in Sydney, own two luxury European cars, and own some pretty nice things.
My hobbies are reading, blogging, going out (which means exploring my favourite parts of Sydney, and taking snaps), posting on various internet forums, watching movies at home.
I grew up in a middle income household and being thrifty was instilled in me from a young age. When I was a student I lived liked a student, and when I started earning I didn't really change my spending habits.
Thanks for reading!
2023.05.28 03:10 ddyyllzzyyxx 1996 wagon won’t start after theft
Hey—looking for a quick fix as I’m headed overseas in 5 days and need to get this thing to my buddy’s place by then. The car in question is a 96 outback wagon with a 2.2
So one of our friendly unhoused neighbors here in Seattle drilled out my ignition and went for a (reportedly very short) joy ride. I got it towed back from impound but obviously it won’t start the normal way. I hot wired the starter and got crank, but no engine start.
The keyless entry (I assume also security/immobilizer?) module, which I didn’t realize it had until now as I have no fob, is clicking like a mf. Could it be keeping the fuel pump/relay from working? If so any way to bypass?
I tried turning what’s left of the ignition (basically just the rotary switch that’s on the left hand side of the steering wheel) with a screwdriver, then pushing the button that’s supposed to reset the keyless system. No dice. (Turning the rotary switch doesn’t start the car either, obviously)
Again, not looking for a forever fix. Just need any ol’ way to start it up and drive for 20 minutes…hopefully not impossible, after all some crackhead clearly figured out how to do it lol.
Oh yeah and a push start also didn’t work. But I only tried it at the impound lot when the battery was definitely dead and the car was maybe out of gas (have since added a gallon jic). Could try again but I'm calling that plan Z as it's on a public street.
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So one of our friendly unhoused neighbors here in Seattle drilled out my ignition and went for a (reportedly very short) joy ride. I got it towed back from impound but obviously it won’t start the normal way. I hot wired the starter and got crank, but no engine start.
The keyless entry (I assume also security/immobilizer?) module, which I didn’t realize it had until now as I have no fob, is clicking like a mf. Could it be keeping the fuel pump/relay from working? If so any way to bypass?
I tried turning what’s left of the ignition (basically just the rotary switch that’s on the left hand side of the steering wheel) with a screwdriver, then pushing the button that’s supposed to reset the keyless system. No dice. (Turning the rotary switch doesn’t start the car either, obviously)
Again, not looking for a forever fix. Just need any ol’ way to start it up and drive for 20 minutes…hopefully not impossible, after all some crackhead clearly figured out how to do it lol.
Oh yeah and a push start also didn’t work. But I only tried it at the impound lot when the battery was definitely dead and the car was maybe out of gas (have since added a gallon jic). Could try again but I'm calling that plan Z as it's on a public street.
2023.05.28 03:02 fryurtaters Had a blast at the legends tour!
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