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2023.05.30 23:25 ponte95ma "After talking to a co-worker who cycled to work, he decided to try it. He never looked back." (NYT)
Today's twice-weekly "Climate Forward" newsletter from The New York Times featured Tom "Entitled Cyclist" Morash:
https://www.nytimes.com/2023/05/30/climate/entitled-cyclist.html
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https://www.nytimes.com/2023/05/30/climate/entitled-cyclist.html
Full article text below.
Someone to Know: The Entitled Cyclist
He’s trying to show that it really is possible to get out of your car, even in Los Angeles.
- by Manuela Andreoni
Traffic jams might be the worst part of the day to many of you. Today, I want to introduce you to Tom Morash, an Angeleno who got tired of sitting in his car and decided to grab a bike instead.
Now Morash, also known as the Entitled Cyclist, is on a mission to show that biking can be possible, even pleasant, in places that seem to be designed only for cars.
The name is his ironic response to that small group of angry drivers who complain that bikes are taking over the roads. He uses Twitter, Instagram and YouTube to document his daily adventures. I wanted to talk to him because, like many of you, he lives in a city where public transportation is often inadequate.
For a long time, he felt that cars were his only means to get around. His journey away from car dependence is full of lessons.
Morash is a 41-year-old lighting programmer who works in the film and TV industry in Los Angeles, where he has lived for some 16 years. When he first arrived, he used to take his car everywhere, like most Angelenos. But the city’s traffic jams soon crushed any desire to drive.
After talking to a co-worker who cycled to work, he decided to try it. He never looked back. Now he always cycles the 12 miles or so that take him to most of his jobs.
Yes, cycling can be scary, he acknowledges. Drivers cut him off, text at the wheel, exceed the speed limit, open their doors without looking and park in the bike lane. “But I can’t imagine choosing to be in a car,” he said.
Like many cyclists, Morash said he was disappointed that bikes and public transportation are all but forgotten in the federal government’s plan to transition away from fossil fuels.
Morash said it drove him crazy when President Biden posed for a picture sitting in a 9,000-pound electric Hummer. (As my colleague Elena Shao showed, an enormous electric vehicle like that produces more emissions than a small combustion-engine car.)
“We’re just changing one problem for a possibly slightly better problem,” he said.
Instead of encouraging people to buy a different kind of car, he said, cities should build better bike lanes, make public transportation free and establish more bike-sharing services.
Most of all, city planners should be thinking about how to make cycling safer. It’s why he started filming all of his journeys and posting some of his close encounters online. On top of raising awareness, the videos give him a tool to try to hold people accountable for dangerous driving.
Because of careless drivers and inadequate infrastructure, Morash acknowledges, bikes are not a solution for everyone. He and his wife own a small electric car, mostly powered by the solar panels on their roof. She usually takes it to pick up their 7-year-old son from school when Morash is at work. When a child is involved, he says that the calculations around tolerable risks are different.
He filmed it when a pickup truck hit him with its passenger-side mirror and broke his arm seven years ago. He was cycling the 13 miles back home after working a Friday at the Sony Pictures Studio in Culver City. It was 1 a.m., a time he calls “drunk o’clock.” The driver never stopped, and he said the police declined to pursue an investigation, even though he had video.
It took him six weeks to recover. He couldn’t exercise, and he gained around 10 pounds. He had to drive everywhere. “Mentally I was in a bad place,” he said. “It really reminded me of why I bike.”
Still, he recommends that people try, starting with short journeys in areas where they feel safe.
He found that bikes can actually be a lot more efficient than cars. First, cycling often gets Morash to his destination twice as fast as driving on overcrowded roads, especially when using an electric bike. Second, it keeps him fit. He doesn’t need to find the time to exercise beyond biking. Third, he said riding around in a city with beautiful weather feels great.
Drivers may think their cars mean freedom, Morash said. But really, at least in cities like Los Angeles, they spend a lot of time just stuck in gridlock.
“I feel like the bike is the freedom machine,” he said. A car, on the other hand, is like a massive rock. “It really tethers you in a way that you don’t even see sometimes.”
2023.05.30 23:24 yung-nun Job promised me a raise and promotion months ago…
ADVICE PLEASE! I’m at my wits end.
I work at a hobby store, and I love the job. It’s all the nerdy stuff I’m into and a relatively fun job. My manager is a friend I met in the kava community that I am apart of and we have been close friends since I started. That was not the problem though. I started as just a part-timer 6 months ago, but soon was given more hours because of my work ethic. First I was promised full time, which never happened. They raised my hours to 34 a week, I’m assuming to avoid having me as an actual full timer on their payroll with all the extra paperwork and money they have to pay for full timers. At first I was okay with this, as I’ve had several jobs in the past do that, and 34 hours was a good balance for me anyways. Then about three months ago, my manager told me about how the owners were looking at me for a management position as well as a raise, and I needed to start learning and taking on more responsibilities. So I did, I learned how to order product, inventory product, price product, and all of the tasks that my manager now does. I am able to do all these things on my own and help out when there is no manager on the clock. Big mistake.
My manager started calling off all the time because she knew I could do all the work for her while she was gone, but later during the day after I played manager at the store, I would see her at the kava bars we hangout at. Even though, in the morning she claimed she couldn’t work. This happened so much, that it became: she would work three random week days, then take the whole next week off. It was always some sort of excuse, constantly having misfortunes happen in her life. At first I was empathetic, but it got old.
It was like they were using me as a stand in manager even though I was not being paid or recognized as one.
After two of this, I brought up the need for at least a raise. I was told 2-3 weeks. I marked 3 weeks on my calendar, then when we hit the 3 week mark, all of the managers and owners traveled out of state for a conference and left the store for me to run while they were gone for a week and a half.
Today was the first day they have been back, and it was my 6 month review, where my manager broke the news to me that the owners opted to give a company wide raise instead of just me, (I make $12 an hour and as promised at least $14-15 after my raise) which meant instead of raising my pay up a few dollars, they gave everyone a .50 raise as a “cost of living” raise. The manager also made sure to mention she’s not happy with the size of her raise either, even though she is salary and is way more well off than me. I don’t get how she’s getting a raise when she works three days a week if we’re lucky. My promotion wasn’t mentioned because I ended up having to get a second job two days a week to make ends meet, and even though the second job doesn’t effect my schedule here, they are no longer considering me for the promotion.
Idk I just wanted to get some advice? I feel very hurt and used, I worked really hard and kept the store running the past two weeks, just to find out that they used me so everyone on the management team could go to a fun convention, and take as many days off as they want. I want to just walk out but that’s not right either.
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I work at a hobby store, and I love the job. It’s all the nerdy stuff I’m into and a relatively fun job. My manager is a friend I met in the kava community that I am apart of and we have been close friends since I started. That was not the problem though. I started as just a part-timer 6 months ago, but soon was given more hours because of my work ethic. First I was promised full time, which never happened. They raised my hours to 34 a week, I’m assuming to avoid having me as an actual full timer on their payroll with all the extra paperwork and money they have to pay for full timers. At first I was okay with this, as I’ve had several jobs in the past do that, and 34 hours was a good balance for me anyways. Then about three months ago, my manager told me about how the owners were looking at me for a management position as well as a raise, and I needed to start learning and taking on more responsibilities. So I did, I learned how to order product, inventory product, price product, and all of the tasks that my manager now does. I am able to do all these things on my own and help out when there is no manager on the clock. Big mistake.
My manager started calling off all the time because she knew I could do all the work for her while she was gone, but later during the day after I played manager at the store, I would see her at the kava bars we hangout at. Even though, in the morning she claimed she couldn’t work. This happened so much, that it became: she would work three random week days, then take the whole next week off. It was always some sort of excuse, constantly having misfortunes happen in her life. At first I was empathetic, but it got old.
It was like they were using me as a stand in manager even though I was not being paid or recognized as one.
After two of this, I brought up the need for at least a raise. I was told 2-3 weeks. I marked 3 weeks on my calendar, then when we hit the 3 week mark, all of the managers and owners traveled out of state for a conference and left the store for me to run while they were gone for a week and a half.
Today was the first day they have been back, and it was my 6 month review, where my manager broke the news to me that the owners opted to give a company wide raise instead of just me, (I make $12 an hour and as promised at least $14-15 after my raise) which meant instead of raising my pay up a few dollars, they gave everyone a .50 raise as a “cost of living” raise. The manager also made sure to mention she’s not happy with the size of her raise either, even though she is salary and is way more well off than me. I don’t get how she’s getting a raise when she works three days a week if we’re lucky. My promotion wasn’t mentioned because I ended up having to get a second job two days a week to make ends meet, and even though the second job doesn’t effect my schedule here, they are no longer considering me for the promotion.
Idk I just wanted to get some advice? I feel very hurt and used, I worked really hard and kept the store running the past two weeks, just to find out that they used me so everyone on the management team could go to a fun convention, and take as many days off as they want. I want to just walk out but that’s not right either.
2023.05.30 23:22 itsmikeysixx Constipation and flat stool for months
 | I'm not sure if I have IBS or something else but back in February I got sick with a virus that lasted for a couple of days during which I had diarrhea. But for the past three to four months I've been constipated everyday and literally have to strain to the point everything hurts to get a bowel movement out and when it comes out sometimes it's just one little flake or its three or four flat pieces, or pencil / birthday ribbon thin, (like the photo) sometimes there's mucus. I've also had to struggle with even getting out soft stool or diarrhea out and fart like crazy at times. There were a couple times where I couldn't get anything out and had to go to the hospital. The last time they did a CT and said my rectum looked a bit inflamed but nothing too serious and basically just said to go back to my GI and to take laxatives which at this point aren't doing anything. I had a colonoscopy scheduled today but had to reschedule because of a family emergency so now I won't be seen till the end of July but I'm just worried and not quite sure what's going on which I guess is why I'm posting, so I can can get it off my mind. Any advice or input is greatly appreciated. Sorry for such the long post. Thanks. submitted by itsmikeysixx to poop [link] [comments] |
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2023.05.30 23:10 BrassKnucks121 WTS - Microtech Combat Troodon Hellhound BH
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Good Afternoon Swap - Looking to sell my Microtech Combat Troodon. This one is the bounty hunter edition with a hellhound blade Apocalyptic standard. Comes with all the Microtech stuff. I am the second owner and the date is 02/2023. I just got this guy today and I am not a fan. The OG owner said he never carried or used it just opened and closed it. I myself have opened and closed it a few times. I don’t see any marks on the scales or the blade other then Microtech making it looked distressed. SV $800 TV $850.
Only trades I would be interested in are shiros and I will throw down money for the right one.
https://imgur.com/a/bUthkcz
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Good Afternoon Swap - Looking to sell my Microtech Combat Troodon. This one is the bounty hunter edition with a hellhound blade Apocalyptic standard. Comes with all the Microtech stuff. I am the second owner and the date is 02/2023. I just got this guy today and I am not a fan. The OG owner said he never carried or used it just opened and closed it. I myself have opened and closed it a few times. I don’t see any marks on the scales or the blade other then Microtech making it looked distressed. SV $800 TV $850.
Only trades I would be interested in are shiros and I will throw down money for the right one.
https://imgur.com/a/bUthkcz
2023.05.30 23:10 RedsModerator Game Thread: Reds @ Red Sox - Tue, May 30 @ 07:10 PM EDT
Reds @ Red Sox - Tue, May 30
Game Status: Pre-Game - First Pitch is scheduled for 07:10 PM EDT
Links & Info
- Current conditions at Fenway Park: 63°F - Clear - Wind 9 mph, R To L
- TV: Reds: Bally Sports Ohio, Red Sox: NESN
- Radio: Reds: WLW 700, Red Sox: WCCM 1490 AM (SP) (es), WAMG 890 AM (SP) (es), WEEI 93.7
- MLB Gameday
- Statcast Game Preview
| NLC Rank | Team | W | L | GB (E#) | WC Rank | WC GB (E#) |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | Milwaukee Brewers | 28 | 25 | - (-) | - | - (-) |
| 2 | Pittsburgh Pirates | 26 | 27 | 2.0 (108) | 5 | 1.5 (108) |
| 3 | Cincinnati Reds | 24 | 29 | 4.0 (106) | 7 | 3.5 (106) |
| 4 | Chicago Cubs | 23 | 30 | 5.0 (105) | 10 | 4.5 (105) |
| 5 | St. Louis Cardinals | 24 | 32 | 5.5 (103) | 11 | 5.0 (103) |
| Probable Pitcher (Season Stats) | Report | |
|---|---|---|
| Reds | Ben Lively (2-2, 2.65 ERA, 17.0 IP) | No report posted. |
| Red Sox | Brayan Bello (3-2, 4.08 ERA, 35.1 IP) | No report posted. |
| Reds Lineup vs. Bello | AVG | OPS | AB | HR | RBI | K |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 Friedl - CF | .333 | 1.666 | 3 | 1 | 1 | 0 |
| 2 McLain - SS | - | - | - | - | - | - |
| 3 India - 2B | .000 | .333 | 2 | 0 | 0 | 1 |
| 4 Fraley - DH | 1.000 | 2.000 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
| 5 Stephenson, T - C | - | - | - | - | - | - |
| 6 Steer - 1B | - | - | - | - | - | - |
| 7 Senzel - 3B | .000 | .000 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 1 |
| 8 Benson - LF | - | - | - | - | - | - |
| 9 Fairchild - RF | 1.000 | 3.000 | 1 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
| 10 Lively - P | - | - | - | - | - | - |
| Red Sox Lineup vs. Lively | AVG | OPS | AB | HR | RBI | K |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 Tapia, R - RF | - | - | - | - | - | - |
| 2 Devers - 3B | - | - | - | - | - | - |
| 3 Turner, J - DH | - | - | - | - | - | - |
| 4 Yoshida - LF | - | - | - | - | - | - |
| 5 Duran, Ja - CF | - | - | - | - | - | - |
| 6 Casas - 1B | - | - | - | - | - | - |
| 7 Hernández, K - SS | - | - | - | - | - | - |
| 8 Valdez, E - 2B | - | - | - | - | - | - |
| 9 McGuire - C | - | - | - | - | - | - |
| 10 Bello - P | - | - | - | - | - | - |
Division Scoreboard
MIL @ TOR 07:07 PM EDTKC @ STL 07:45 PM EDT
TB @ CHC 08:05 PM EDT
PIT @ SF 09:45 PM EDT
Posted: 05/30/2023 05:10:01 PM EDT
2023.05.30 23:08 irons4404 I'll admit, I'm in my feels. But FUCK the SEC, fuck AA, and fuck Dewey, Screwem, and How
I've been hodling my X,XXX shares for a cpl years at least now, protested at Shitadel, and I will continue to HODL.
So I got my court-ordered legal notice about AMC stockholder litigation in the mail today, blah blah. "Sure, go ahead and write a letter ya smooth brained, diamond handed, retawd". The letter has to be received by fucking tomorrow by Dewey, Screwem, and How. Fuck you. Fuck the SEC, fuck the hedgies, fuck PFOF, fuck price manipulation, fuck YOU.
Make no misunderstanding, this bastard is getting his tendies. I could've made a year's salary in that June run up. Do you know the bills I could've paid off, which would have made life easier now? My shit is at a deep loss and I don't care until I'm getting at least a G a share. I'm not giving up. I'm stubborn to a fault, especially when I know I'm right. I may end up on some stupid-ass, Netflix documentary about all of this, because I'm an idiot. I dont give a shit.
TL;DR Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. You're cool. And fuck you in the face with a cyphilis encrusted baseball bat.
/EndRant
Edit: I obviously haven't been following any DD or news. I have alerts set on my TV account and work other tickers when I am able to trade.
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So I got my court-ordered legal notice about AMC stockholder litigation in the mail today, blah blah. "Sure, go ahead and write a letter ya smooth brained, diamond handed, retawd". The letter has to be received by fucking tomorrow by Dewey, Screwem, and How. Fuck you. Fuck the SEC, fuck the hedgies, fuck PFOF, fuck price manipulation, fuck YOU.
Make no misunderstanding, this bastard is getting his tendies. I could've made a year's salary in that June run up. Do you know the bills I could've paid off, which would have made life easier now? My shit is at a deep loss and I don't care until I'm getting at least a G a share. I'm not giving up. I'm stubborn to a fault, especially when I know I'm right. I may end up on some stupid-ass, Netflix documentary about all of this, because I'm an idiot. I dont give a shit.
TL;DR Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. You're cool. And fuck you in the face with a cyphilis encrusted baseball bat.
/EndRant
Edit: I obviously haven't been following any DD or news. I have alerts set on my TV account and work other tickers when I am able to trade.
2023.05.30 23:05 OsGameThreads Game Thread: Guardians @ Orioles - Tue, May 30 @ 07:05 PM EDT
Guardians @ Orioles - Tue, May 30
Game Status: Pre-Game - First Pitch is scheduled for 07:05 PM EDT
Links & Info
- Current conditions at Oriole Park at Camden Yards: 75°F - Partly Cloudy - Wind 9 mph, In From RF
- TV: Guardians: Bally Sports Great Lakes, Orioles: MASN
- Radio: Guardians: Guardians Radio Network, WMMS 100.7, WTAM 1100, Orioles: 98 Rock FM/HD2 97.9, WBAL NewsRadio AM/FM
- MLB Gameday
- Statcast Game Preview
| ALE Rank | Team | W | L | GB (E#) | WC Rank | WC GB (E#) |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | Tampa Bay Rays | 39 | 17 | - (-) | - | - (-) |
| 2 | Baltimore Orioles | 34 | 20 | 4.0 (104) | 1 | +2.5 (-) |
| 3 | New York Yankees | 33 | 23 | 6.0 (101) | 2 | +0.5 (-) |
| 4 | Boston Red Sox | 28 | 25 | 9.5 (99) | 4 | 3.0 (107) |
| 5 | Toronto Blue Jays | 28 | 26 | 10.0 (98) | 7 | 3.5 (106) |
| Probable Pitcher (Season Stats) | Report | |
|---|---|---|
| Guardians | Cal Quantrill (2-3, 4.75 ERA, 55.0 IP) | No report posted. |
| Orioles | Kyle Gibson (6-3, 3.82 ERA, 66.0 IP) | No report posted. |
| Guardians Lineup vs. Gibson | AVG | OPS | AB | HR | RBI | K |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 Kwan - LF | - | - | - | - | - | - |
| 2 Rosario, A - SS | 1.000 | 2.500 | 2 | 0 | 1 | 0 |
| 3 Ramírez, Jo - 3B | .364 | .984 | 33 | 1 | 6 | 5 |
| 4 Naylor, J - 1B | .000 | .000 | 2 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
| 5 Bell - DH | - | - | - | - | - | - |
| 6 Gimenez - 2B | - | - | - | - | - | - |
| 7 Brennan - RF | - | - | - | - | - | - |
| 8 Zunino - C | .167 | .433 | 18 | 0 | 2 | 4 |
| 9 Straw - CF | .231 | .462 | 13 | 0 | 0 | 3 |
| 10 Quantrill - P | - | - | - | - | - | - |
Division Scoreboard
MIL @ TOR 07:07 PM EDTCIN @ BOS 07:10 PM EDT
TB @ CHC 08:05 PM EDT
NYY @ SEA 09:40 PM EDT
Posted: 05/30/2023 05:05:00 PM EDT
2023.05.30 23:04 Ready-Cow-9794 my(22f) now ex bf(22m) hasn't prepared for my bday when ive reminded him for over a year.
I love going to the Renaissance festival and dressing up. Last year my ex bf, W, and I went together, a few weeks beforehand I told him to get a costume together. He didn't. He didn't even look. So I had to go to goodwill the day before and find something to make into a costume for him. Which he complained about the entire time he wore it day of. Naturally I was pissed that he didn't prepare and then complained that he was uncomfortable at what I had thrown together and made last minute. Since last Renaissance festival (May) I've been periodically reminding him to get a costume together. He always has some kind of excuse as to why he can't get one. I'm not asking him to spend crazy amounts of money. I've already bought most of his outfit. He just needs to get shoes and pants! For the past few months (starting around January) I have been hounding him about getting a costume together. He still hasn't. This is the last straw to me because he knows how important the Renaissance festival is to me. Especially because we go for my birthday and it's the only thing i want to do. For his birthday I booked a few nights stay in a cute town AND paid extra for a Suite room with a jacuzzi. Last year for my bday I asked him to book a hotel so we could go to Ren Faire for two days instead of one. Because of his lack of having a costume, we missed out on going for two days. Because I was making his costume. Not only that but he books the shittiest hotel in an unsafe area. AND I needed to go to Walmart when we were at the hotel and he refused to go with me and stayed at the hotel and watched TV. I was kinda scared but I'm tougher than he is anyway so I held my own.
On top of a bunch of other things he's done to piss me off . Like ejaculating inside me without consent, when ive already had to take excessive amounts of plan b because of him. To the point where my voice has been deeper and I have more facial hair resembling a man's beard. I've also noticed that I'd been more enraged in the past couple months while the plan b ( synthetic testosterone) wears off. I've experienced sexual violence and had to have a procedure done because of it, and have diagnosed PTSD from it. He knows this. He also brought his feral cat who attacked him back inside his house. I am fed up and done. I'm ready to ghost his ass. Typing all this out I realize how much of a loser he is even more so than I already knew. And this isnt even the half of it!!! I've tried breaking up with him countless times before and he won't let me go. He comes back a week or so later and says things like "I need you please don't give up on me" and "you're just going to throw everything we had away?" And "I love you why is that so hard for you to understand". Every. Time. Gag. SMH. We officially broke up around February? But because he won't let me go we agreed to just be friends.
So. About a month ago, I started really getting angry at him about this. He still didn't order anything. About a week ago I gave him two options: get a costume and go with me or we're done. He still barely looked. After a couple days of thinking I messaged him "You know what? No. You're not going. You had a YEAR do get this done. You have shown that you don't take my feelings or wants seriously. Fuck you. I've done so much for you and you can't even do this one small thing that I've GIVEN YOU A YEAR TO GET TOGETHER. You dont value me enough to do it. Otherwise you would've done it. On top of everything else you've done? Wtaf." Silence. I asked for my stuff back and got it back today. But not surprisingly after I got my stuff back he says "The pants I ordered came in today, returning them now. Would of had a costume before Wednesday but you don't want me to go because I didn't have one in your selected time frame, still would of had one in time and had the days off and was going to pay, I'm not choosing to not be at your birthday, you said im not going and thats okay."
He never said he didn't want to dress up or not go to the Ren Faire. He keeps saying he's fine with dressing up and wants to go. But doesn't make the effort to. And somehow he keeps trying to turn this around and make me the asshole bc to him "as long as he has a costume the day we go why does it matter when he gets it". As I've told him, he didn't even try to look until I said get a costume or we're done. Not only that. But I told him I was going with friends instead and suddenly he didn't want to go. Then he wanted to go again. Then he didn't.
TLDR: I love to dress up for the Renaissance festival for my bday, told bf to get a costume or we're done after over a year of telling him to get one. And he still hasn't. I go to Ren Faire in 3 days as of now.
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On top of a bunch of other things he's done to piss me off . Like ejaculating inside me without consent, when ive already had to take excessive amounts of plan b because of him. To the point where my voice has been deeper and I have more facial hair resembling a man's beard. I've also noticed that I'd been more enraged in the past couple months while the plan b ( synthetic testosterone) wears off. I've experienced sexual violence and had to have a procedure done because of it, and have diagnosed PTSD from it. He knows this. He also brought his feral cat who attacked him back inside his house. I am fed up and done. I'm ready to ghost his ass. Typing all this out I realize how much of a loser he is even more so than I already knew. And this isnt even the half of it!!! I've tried breaking up with him countless times before and he won't let me go. He comes back a week or so later and says things like "I need you please don't give up on me" and "you're just going to throw everything we had away?" And "I love you why is that so hard for you to understand". Every. Time. Gag. SMH. We officially broke up around February? But because he won't let me go we agreed to just be friends.
So. About a month ago, I started really getting angry at him about this. He still didn't order anything. About a week ago I gave him two options: get a costume and go with me or we're done. He still barely looked. After a couple days of thinking I messaged him "You know what? No. You're not going. You had a YEAR do get this done. You have shown that you don't take my feelings or wants seriously. Fuck you. I've done so much for you and you can't even do this one small thing that I've GIVEN YOU A YEAR TO GET TOGETHER. You dont value me enough to do it. Otherwise you would've done it. On top of everything else you've done? Wtaf." Silence. I asked for my stuff back and got it back today. But not surprisingly after I got my stuff back he says "The pants I ordered came in today, returning them now. Would of had a costume before Wednesday but you don't want me to go because I didn't have one in your selected time frame, still would of had one in time and had the days off and was going to pay, I'm not choosing to not be at your birthday, you said im not going and thats okay."
He never said he didn't want to dress up or not go to the Ren Faire. He keeps saying he's fine with dressing up and wants to go. But doesn't make the effort to. And somehow he keeps trying to turn this around and make me the asshole bc to him "as long as he has a costume the day we go why does it matter when he gets it". As I've told him, he didn't even try to look until I said get a costume or we're done. Not only that. But I told him I was going with friends instead and suddenly he didn't want to go. Then he wanted to go again. Then he didn't.
TLDR: I love to dress up for the Renaissance festival for my bday, told bf to get a costume or we're done after over a year of telling him to get one. And he still hasn't. I go to Ren Faire in 3 days as of now.
2023.05.30 23:03 signupforthesignups Potty training win!
My son is 3.5 ASD I. Although he is out of diapers during the day, he still goes to the restroom on a schedule and only rarely tells us he needs to toilet, perhaps once every 2 weeks. Last Friday, he told his preschool teacher he needed to pee. Today he told the teacher he needed to use the toilet so he didn’t pee on his shoes (he had a bizarre toileting accident early last week where he made it to the bathroom but refused to pull down his pants and instead peed his pants and wet his shoes). This morning our cat threw up and he said “it’s ok (cat), it’s just an accident.” We have other toileting issues, but I am so proud of him and want to share with those who understand.
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2023.05.30 23:03 NappingIsLife00 M32 Seeking a genuine connection and cozy chats
The older I get, the more I realize it is harder to make friends irl than it was on my early 20s. While I do have friends and family irl, it's not always easy to talk with our busy schedules and that's a bummer. I figured there are others going through something similar, or simply needing a friend and using reddit would be a great way to find someone to talk to on a consist basis.
I enjoy reading, writing, cooking, baseball, football, golf, video games, cozy nights, exploring outside with my dog, Star Wars, documentaries and TV series.
If you're needing a friend, someone to listen, a person to vent to, silly or serious conversations etc., hopefully we can connect and have a genuine friendship!
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I enjoy reading, writing, cooking, baseball, football, golf, video games, cozy nights, exploring outside with my dog, Star Wars, documentaries and TV series.
If you're needing a friend, someone to listen, a person to vent to, silly or serious conversations etc., hopefully we can connect and have a genuine friendship!
2023.05.30 23:03 monkeysolo69420 I’m sick of living with my family.
I don’t hate my family. They’re not bad people, and my parents were pretty good parents for the most part, but they are all the worst communicators I’ve ever met. I don’t think I’ve ever seen them enter a personal conflict within the house where it didn’t go straight to yelling. No calmly explaining what the other person did wrong, just 0 to 10 without thinking about it.
My mom doesn’t do this to me as much anymore because I think she knows she crossed a line a few times, but she still does this with my dad. She just takes it personally if you make a mistake or say the wrong thing. Growing up I felt like sometimes I couldn’t talk to her because I would say something to piss her off without meaning to and she would get unreasonably mad at me like I had said something to deliberately offend her even though I was a 12 year old and didn’t know how to communicate. This has caused me great anxiety as an adult and I think it’s prevented me from forming relationships with women because I’m afraid I’m going to say something to offend them.
My dad is more predictable. When he gets mad, it’s easy to see why, but it’s always over stupid little shit that he can’t control. I feel bad for him, because he almost certainly has some undiagnosed anxiety disorder. I’ve wondered sometimes if he has Asperger’s or something, but it’s hard to sympathize when he gets testy over the dumbest shit. Today he got all pissy with me because I didn’t answer the phone because I was taking out the garbage. He was in the other room that also has a phone in it, so idk why he couldn’t answer it his damn self but apparently it’s my job to answer the phone for him even though I have a job and he’s never had a steady source of income for as long as I can remember. Sorry if answering the phone on my lunch break isn’t my top priority.
My sister is generally cooler, and we were actually talking about being room mates and getting a place together, but the other day she went off on me for no reason. She doesn’t do this often, but she’s done it before, and it reminded me a little too much of my mom. She was watching a tv show and I walked in and said “haven’t you seen this before?” She said no, to which I said “I feel like I remember you watching this exact episode.” We went back and forth a few times, with no escalation. I wasn’t accusing her of anything, I wasn’t demanding that she watch something else, I just asked her if she’d seen it before and disagreed when she said no. Then out of nowhere, she turns the tv off and says “fine I won’t watch it if it bothers you,” and storms put of the room in a huff before I can even say anything.
I was probably being annoying, and maybe she wanted to watch the show without being bothered, but she could have said that without taking offense and storming out of the room. I was fuming about it for the rest of the night and the entire day after. I’ve tried to look at it through her point of view, but the more I think about it the more I think I wasn’t in the wrong and she’s just being unreasonable. No one in this house knows how to just ask “hey could you not?” It always goes straight to a yelling match or passively aggressively storming out so they don’t have to be in an argument where they might be proven wrong.
Maybe I have Asperger’s too? I think a common experience with people on the spectrum is they say things that they don’t realize is offensive, but I only ever have had this problem with my mom and sister. I hope I can work this out because I’d be left without a plan to move out and I need to get away but I don’t know if I can live with someone with such deficient communication skills. Mine aren’t great either, but who can blame me when everyone gets mad whenever there’s a conflict? I don’t know how I can get out of this. I’m almost 30 and barely make enough to move out. This apartment is too small for 4 people and I’m sick of living here. Sorry for the novel but this has been getting worse with time.
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My mom doesn’t do this to me as much anymore because I think she knows she crossed a line a few times, but she still does this with my dad. She just takes it personally if you make a mistake or say the wrong thing. Growing up I felt like sometimes I couldn’t talk to her because I would say something to piss her off without meaning to and she would get unreasonably mad at me like I had said something to deliberately offend her even though I was a 12 year old and didn’t know how to communicate. This has caused me great anxiety as an adult and I think it’s prevented me from forming relationships with women because I’m afraid I’m going to say something to offend them.
My dad is more predictable. When he gets mad, it’s easy to see why, but it’s always over stupid little shit that he can’t control. I feel bad for him, because he almost certainly has some undiagnosed anxiety disorder. I’ve wondered sometimes if he has Asperger’s or something, but it’s hard to sympathize when he gets testy over the dumbest shit. Today he got all pissy with me because I didn’t answer the phone because I was taking out the garbage. He was in the other room that also has a phone in it, so idk why he couldn’t answer it his damn self but apparently it’s my job to answer the phone for him even though I have a job and he’s never had a steady source of income for as long as I can remember. Sorry if answering the phone on my lunch break isn’t my top priority.
My sister is generally cooler, and we were actually talking about being room mates and getting a place together, but the other day she went off on me for no reason. She doesn’t do this often, but she’s done it before, and it reminded me a little too much of my mom. She was watching a tv show and I walked in and said “haven’t you seen this before?” She said no, to which I said “I feel like I remember you watching this exact episode.” We went back and forth a few times, with no escalation. I wasn’t accusing her of anything, I wasn’t demanding that she watch something else, I just asked her if she’d seen it before and disagreed when she said no. Then out of nowhere, she turns the tv off and says “fine I won’t watch it if it bothers you,” and storms put of the room in a huff before I can even say anything.
I was probably being annoying, and maybe she wanted to watch the show without being bothered, but she could have said that without taking offense and storming out of the room. I was fuming about it for the rest of the night and the entire day after. I’ve tried to look at it through her point of view, but the more I think about it the more I think I wasn’t in the wrong and she’s just being unreasonable. No one in this house knows how to just ask “hey could you not?” It always goes straight to a yelling match or passively aggressively storming out so they don’t have to be in an argument where they might be proven wrong.
Maybe I have Asperger’s too? I think a common experience with people on the spectrum is they say things that they don’t realize is offensive, but I only ever have had this problem with my mom and sister. I hope I can work this out because I’d be left without a plan to move out and I need to get away but I don’t know if I can live with someone with such deficient communication skills. Mine aren’t great either, but who can blame me when everyone gets mad whenever there’s a conflict? I don’t know how I can get out of this. I’m almost 30 and barely make enough to move out. This apartment is too small for 4 people and I’m sick of living here. Sorry for the novel but this has been getting worse with time.
2023.05.30 22:56 ferocious_puppy Eulogy for my Father
My father passed away last month at the age of 60. Although he had a number of illnesses, with one being from a young age, his death was unexpected. This is incredibly hard to come to terms with as I expect anyone on this subreddit would appreciate. Reading posts of some people on here who have lost loved ones at a young age or in terrible circumstances puts my loss in perspective but its still no less raw or devastating. I read a eulogy at my fathers funeral which I'm going to add below. It's long and most people won't read it but I just want to tell as many people as possible how amazing my father was. I have omitted any names from the eulogy and replaced with NAME. I will say though my dads name was Mark and I hope anyone who reads this sees how incredible he was.
Thank you all for coming.
My Dad was the person I looked up to the most, especially the older I got where I grew to appreciate the incredible man he was and how he lived his life. He had things very hard from a young age with multiple conditions, but he never let that define him. He appreciated the good things in his life, and not once did I ever hear him dwell on the bad that happened to him, his attitude was always to enjoy what he could surrounded by the people he loved for as long as he could no matter what was thrown his way. My dad possessed many qualities which include being kind, thoughtful, funny, loving and he is the strongest person mentally I’ve ever met and I’m proud and fortunate that he was my dad. The challenge to show those qualities became harder especially in the last few years but he never stopped living and being the man he always was, laughing, joking, and enjoying himself around his family.
His sense of humour was witty and dark, and he loved to wind people up, especially my mum. Even in his final hours he had his sense of humour. He was lying in bed that morning and he had a remote to move the bed into different positions. My mum heard him call her, so she went in and the remote was on the floor. My dad said sorry NAME can you pick it up, so she did. 10 minutes later she heard my dad call her again, so she went back in, the remote was on the floor again this time my dad had a grin on his face, my mum picked it up and gave it to him and warned him not to drop it again. He did of course drop it again and my mum saw a big smile on his face like he always had as she came back in. She knew he was winding her up and was smiling as well and I’m sure my dad thought about doing it again, but he knew one more time and it would be wrapped around his neck.
Two of my oldest memories I have of my dad are of stories he liked to tell because he found them funny to talk about over the years and I know he would like me to mention them. I don’t know whether it’s a coincidence they both involve alcohol, but he was a SURNAME so of course he enjoyed a drink.
The first is when I was around 5 and my dad and I were watching tv and he was enjoying a glass of whiskey. He went out to go to the bathroom and I seized my opportunity, grabbed the whiskey, and had a swig. My Dad came back into the room with me screaming it burns it burns pointing at the glass. My dad knew what needed to be done and rushed into action grabbing a can of lager and having me drink some to get rid of the whiskey taste. It did work to be fair and when I was older, I hated whiskey and enjoyed lager, which explains a lot.
The second story I want to share is another from when I was young. My dad would always go out drinking with his brothers NAME and NAME on boxing day. It was usually a nice casual drink and a chance for them to spend time together. However, on this occasion my dad got very drunk. So drunk his brothers had to carry him home which was an incredible feat by itself as he was not a small man. What was even more impressive is they managed to get him home but avoid my mum. They achieved this by leaving him sitting by the bins outside and knocking the door and running off. I don’t blame them, and I think it was a very smart move. However, what they didn’t expect was my dad to get up and manage to fall inside the bin. That was the sight that greeted my mum.
My dad was a great father to me and my sister NAME. He was limited physically in some of the things he could do with us but he more than made up for it in other ways and he was always there for us when we needed him. The only thing my father got wrong when NAME and I were growing up in my opinion is he should have been a bit harsher on NAME. She was always terrorizing me, and I was always calm and never did anything to instigate things, but she couldn’t be stopped. I think my father showed a bit of favouritism there.
At Christmas and other occasions, he enjoyed having everyone around and eating, drinking, playing games and having fun. Trivial pursuit was something he always wanted to play, probably because he would often win. He would always play as the blue counter, his favourite colour and if my nan was there which she usually was she would go on his team as she knew he would get everything right and she could sit back and sip her dissarano. I’m sorry nan but I really don’t think your going to win many games in future.
A memory of Christmas that sticks out is when we were playing a golf game on the Nintendo wii and it was my dads go. He was very competitive and put a lot of effort into his swing as he had to make up for the fact, he was playing sitting down. On this occasion he tried a bit too hard and also forgot to tighten the strap causing the wii remote to go flying off his wrist and straight into the tv destroying the screen. I will never forget the look on his face, a combination of shock and disbelief.
My dad also enjoyed playing real golf, many times with me and his son in law NAME but always with his mum. He caught the golf bug later in life but would play almost every week, sometimes twice a week for the part of the year they could use a buggy on the course. His father also used to go with them to drive the buggy and the sight of it all on the course was terrifying for others playing. A typical sight would be his father with his sunglasses on no matter the weather, driving the buggy with my dad in front and my nan sitting at the back trying to hold on as his father drove way to fast hitting every bump he could find and just about staying upright. He would then drop them off next to their drive which had gone maybe 50 yards at most, which considering their limitations wasn’t bad. They would play their shots with his father laughing hysterically and taunting them from the buggy as their balls went another 50 yards. To just be on the golf course playing with the pain my father was in and the limitations he had was an inspiration to me. He didn’t care what anyone else thought as he was doing what he enjoyed.
There are many more memories I could talk about and many more things he enjoyed doing but we’ll be here hours if I go into everything, and nobody wants that including me. NAME will go into more of my dad’s hobbies and life later, but I hope what the memories I’ve talked about show is how my dad loved being around his family and always lived life to the fullest. I wish we had more years with him, but I can say with confidence that he was happy and content that he had an excellent life.
There are a few milestones I want to talk about that I know would be important to my dad.
My Mum and Dad met working in a bakery. The day he got married to my mum I know he would have felt so lucky to have found someone he loved and could spend his life with or as my nan put it when preparing for today, he married the best tart in the bakery. They were always there for each other, and I know my dad would have very much appreciated the emotional support she gave him especially the last few years. It wasn’t easy for her either dealing with my dad’s illness but I’m so proud of my mum and dad for how they dealt with everything. Susan and I could not have wished for better parents.
The day my sister NAME and I were both born but especially me were big moments for my dad and changed his life forever, hopefully for the better but maybe not always. Also, important moments were when his Grandchildren NAME and NAME were born who may not know how lucky they are to have had my dad around for the time they did but they will when they are older as they look back to Grampys example and guidance.
My dad was so happy that NAME and I had both found what he had with my mum. For NAME it was NAME and for me it was NAME. NAME and I have chosen the easier option of having dogs rather than children which my dad, despite saying he never wanted a dog around or had any interest in them ended up loving having both NAME and NAME around. He would play with them despite it being hard for him and enjoyed taunting them with toys and chews and they would taunt him back by leaving things just out of reach for him.
The day my sister NAME and NAME got married was an emotional and wonderful day for my dad. Getting to walk his daughter down the aisle was a happy and proud moment for him. we didn’t know if he’d be able to do it beforehand, but he wasn’t going to miss the chance, so he got through it as he always did. My dad was not known for speaking in large crowds or being confident at it, in fact it was the opposite. However, the speech he gave at NAME wedding was incredible, funny, emotional, and memorable. He spoke from the heart without anything prepared and I am so proud he not only got through it but delivered an unforgettable speech.
There was never any pressure put on me or NAME. The only thing he wanted for us was to be happy and if we were happy that was ok for him.
I want to finish by sharing what some of his closest family wanted me to say on their behalf. This is their words read out by me.
His Wife NAME says, Mark was the love of my life, my soulmate with so many happy years together. Those years were rich with happy memories with our family. No more pain and suffering now my darling, rest now. My everlasting love always.
His daughter NAME says, I could not have asked for a better dad. You were always supportive and patient in everything I did. Your Grandchildren NAME and NAME will remember you as wise and funny, you always took an interest in what they liked. I will miss you incredibly, but you will forever be in my heart.
His Mother NAME says, Words cannot say how much I will miss you. I get comfort that you are not in any pain now. Sleep my darling until we are together again.
His brother NAME says, I will love and miss you always, brother.
His Brother NAME says, Dear Brother I will start by saying at least you are now at peace and pain free. You will be deeply missed by us all, after all you were the diplomatic one of the family. Mark was the most patient and calm member of us all and nothing was any bother for him to do. Love you Mark God bless you and thank you for being my brother, Love NAME.
His Son in law NAME says, thank you for welcoming me into your family with nothing but love and kindness. We shared a love for formula 1 and I’ll think of you whenever I’m watching a race.
His Niece NAME says, Uncle Mark was always kind and caring to me and you could tell how much he loved his family. Whenever I visited and complained about something he always found a way to spin it in a positive light and give me a new perspective. My last memory is of him in his chair putting his jumper on which got stuck after his arms were through. He made me jump because I thought he was headless and gave us all a good laugh. I feel lucky to have had him as an uncle.
Finally, for me he was my hero. I owe him everything. I couldn’t have wished for a better man to look up to and learn from. My respect for how he lived his life despite the challenges he faced is immeasurable. He never complained, never worried, never gave up, he lived his life to the maximum he could, doing the things he enjoyed around the people he loved right until the very end.
Dad I’m going to miss you beyond words and its going to be hard, but I will draw from what you taught me and live my life the best I can. It is said that a person is never truly gone as long as they are still talked about. Well, the impact You had on those around you means stories of you will be passed down for generations. The memories I have of you will stay in my head and the love and respect I have for you will remain in my heart forever.
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Thank you all for coming.
My Dad was the person I looked up to the most, especially the older I got where I grew to appreciate the incredible man he was and how he lived his life. He had things very hard from a young age with multiple conditions, but he never let that define him. He appreciated the good things in his life, and not once did I ever hear him dwell on the bad that happened to him, his attitude was always to enjoy what he could surrounded by the people he loved for as long as he could no matter what was thrown his way. My dad possessed many qualities which include being kind, thoughtful, funny, loving and he is the strongest person mentally I’ve ever met and I’m proud and fortunate that he was my dad. The challenge to show those qualities became harder especially in the last few years but he never stopped living and being the man he always was, laughing, joking, and enjoying himself around his family.
His sense of humour was witty and dark, and he loved to wind people up, especially my mum. Even in his final hours he had his sense of humour. He was lying in bed that morning and he had a remote to move the bed into different positions. My mum heard him call her, so she went in and the remote was on the floor. My dad said sorry NAME can you pick it up, so she did. 10 minutes later she heard my dad call her again, so she went back in, the remote was on the floor again this time my dad had a grin on his face, my mum picked it up and gave it to him and warned him not to drop it again. He did of course drop it again and my mum saw a big smile on his face like he always had as she came back in. She knew he was winding her up and was smiling as well and I’m sure my dad thought about doing it again, but he knew one more time and it would be wrapped around his neck.
Two of my oldest memories I have of my dad are of stories he liked to tell because he found them funny to talk about over the years and I know he would like me to mention them. I don’t know whether it’s a coincidence they both involve alcohol, but he was a SURNAME so of course he enjoyed a drink.
The first is when I was around 5 and my dad and I were watching tv and he was enjoying a glass of whiskey. He went out to go to the bathroom and I seized my opportunity, grabbed the whiskey, and had a swig. My Dad came back into the room with me screaming it burns it burns pointing at the glass. My dad knew what needed to be done and rushed into action grabbing a can of lager and having me drink some to get rid of the whiskey taste. It did work to be fair and when I was older, I hated whiskey and enjoyed lager, which explains a lot.
The second story I want to share is another from when I was young. My dad would always go out drinking with his brothers NAME and NAME on boxing day. It was usually a nice casual drink and a chance for them to spend time together. However, on this occasion my dad got very drunk. So drunk his brothers had to carry him home which was an incredible feat by itself as he was not a small man. What was even more impressive is they managed to get him home but avoid my mum. They achieved this by leaving him sitting by the bins outside and knocking the door and running off. I don’t blame them, and I think it was a very smart move. However, what they didn’t expect was my dad to get up and manage to fall inside the bin. That was the sight that greeted my mum.
My dad was a great father to me and my sister NAME. He was limited physically in some of the things he could do with us but he more than made up for it in other ways and he was always there for us when we needed him. The only thing my father got wrong when NAME and I were growing up in my opinion is he should have been a bit harsher on NAME. She was always terrorizing me, and I was always calm and never did anything to instigate things, but she couldn’t be stopped. I think my father showed a bit of favouritism there.
At Christmas and other occasions, he enjoyed having everyone around and eating, drinking, playing games and having fun. Trivial pursuit was something he always wanted to play, probably because he would often win. He would always play as the blue counter, his favourite colour and if my nan was there which she usually was she would go on his team as she knew he would get everything right and she could sit back and sip her dissarano. I’m sorry nan but I really don’t think your going to win many games in future.
A memory of Christmas that sticks out is when we were playing a golf game on the Nintendo wii and it was my dads go. He was very competitive and put a lot of effort into his swing as he had to make up for the fact, he was playing sitting down. On this occasion he tried a bit too hard and also forgot to tighten the strap causing the wii remote to go flying off his wrist and straight into the tv destroying the screen. I will never forget the look on his face, a combination of shock and disbelief.
My dad also enjoyed playing real golf, many times with me and his son in law NAME but always with his mum. He caught the golf bug later in life but would play almost every week, sometimes twice a week for the part of the year they could use a buggy on the course. His father also used to go with them to drive the buggy and the sight of it all on the course was terrifying for others playing. A typical sight would be his father with his sunglasses on no matter the weather, driving the buggy with my dad in front and my nan sitting at the back trying to hold on as his father drove way to fast hitting every bump he could find and just about staying upright. He would then drop them off next to their drive which had gone maybe 50 yards at most, which considering their limitations wasn’t bad. They would play their shots with his father laughing hysterically and taunting them from the buggy as their balls went another 50 yards. To just be on the golf course playing with the pain my father was in and the limitations he had was an inspiration to me. He didn’t care what anyone else thought as he was doing what he enjoyed.
There are many more memories I could talk about and many more things he enjoyed doing but we’ll be here hours if I go into everything, and nobody wants that including me. NAME will go into more of my dad’s hobbies and life later, but I hope what the memories I’ve talked about show is how my dad loved being around his family and always lived life to the fullest. I wish we had more years with him, but I can say with confidence that he was happy and content that he had an excellent life.
There are a few milestones I want to talk about that I know would be important to my dad.
My Mum and Dad met working in a bakery. The day he got married to my mum I know he would have felt so lucky to have found someone he loved and could spend his life with or as my nan put it when preparing for today, he married the best tart in the bakery. They were always there for each other, and I know my dad would have very much appreciated the emotional support she gave him especially the last few years. It wasn’t easy for her either dealing with my dad’s illness but I’m so proud of my mum and dad for how they dealt with everything. Susan and I could not have wished for better parents.
The day my sister NAME and I were both born but especially me were big moments for my dad and changed his life forever, hopefully for the better but maybe not always. Also, important moments were when his Grandchildren NAME and NAME were born who may not know how lucky they are to have had my dad around for the time they did but they will when they are older as they look back to Grampys example and guidance.
My dad was so happy that NAME and I had both found what he had with my mum. For NAME it was NAME and for me it was NAME. NAME and I have chosen the easier option of having dogs rather than children which my dad, despite saying he never wanted a dog around or had any interest in them ended up loving having both NAME and NAME around. He would play with them despite it being hard for him and enjoyed taunting them with toys and chews and they would taunt him back by leaving things just out of reach for him.
The day my sister NAME and NAME got married was an emotional and wonderful day for my dad. Getting to walk his daughter down the aisle was a happy and proud moment for him. we didn’t know if he’d be able to do it beforehand, but he wasn’t going to miss the chance, so he got through it as he always did. My dad was not known for speaking in large crowds or being confident at it, in fact it was the opposite. However, the speech he gave at NAME wedding was incredible, funny, emotional, and memorable. He spoke from the heart without anything prepared and I am so proud he not only got through it but delivered an unforgettable speech.
There was never any pressure put on me or NAME. The only thing he wanted for us was to be happy and if we were happy that was ok for him.
I want to finish by sharing what some of his closest family wanted me to say on their behalf. This is their words read out by me.
His Wife NAME says, Mark was the love of my life, my soulmate with so many happy years together. Those years were rich with happy memories with our family. No more pain and suffering now my darling, rest now. My everlasting love always.
His daughter NAME says, I could not have asked for a better dad. You were always supportive and patient in everything I did. Your Grandchildren NAME and NAME will remember you as wise and funny, you always took an interest in what they liked. I will miss you incredibly, but you will forever be in my heart.
His Mother NAME says, Words cannot say how much I will miss you. I get comfort that you are not in any pain now. Sleep my darling until we are together again.
His brother NAME says, I will love and miss you always, brother.
His Brother NAME says, Dear Brother I will start by saying at least you are now at peace and pain free. You will be deeply missed by us all, after all you were the diplomatic one of the family. Mark was the most patient and calm member of us all and nothing was any bother for him to do. Love you Mark God bless you and thank you for being my brother, Love NAME.
His Son in law NAME says, thank you for welcoming me into your family with nothing but love and kindness. We shared a love for formula 1 and I’ll think of you whenever I’m watching a race.
His Niece NAME says, Uncle Mark was always kind and caring to me and you could tell how much he loved his family. Whenever I visited and complained about something he always found a way to spin it in a positive light and give me a new perspective. My last memory is of him in his chair putting his jumper on which got stuck after his arms were through. He made me jump because I thought he was headless and gave us all a good laugh. I feel lucky to have had him as an uncle.
Finally, for me he was my hero. I owe him everything. I couldn’t have wished for a better man to look up to and learn from. My respect for how he lived his life despite the challenges he faced is immeasurable. He never complained, never worried, never gave up, he lived his life to the maximum he could, doing the things he enjoyed around the people he loved right until the very end.
Dad I’m going to miss you beyond words and its going to be hard, but I will draw from what you taught me and live my life the best I can. It is said that a person is never truly gone as long as they are still talked about. Well, the impact You had on those around you means stories of you will be passed down for generations. The memories I have of you will stay in my head and the love and respect I have for you will remain in my heart forever.
2023.05.30 22:55 ferocious_puppy Eulogy for my Father
My father passed away last month at the age of 60. Although he had a number of illnesses, with one being from a young age, his death was unexpected. This is incredibly hard to come to terms with as I expect anyone on this subreddit would appreciate. Reading posts of some people on here who have lost loved ones at a young age or in terrible circumstances puts my loss in perspective but its still no less raw or devastating. I read a eulogy at my fathers funeral which I'm going to add below. It's long and most people won't read it but I just want to tell as many people as possible how amazing my father was. I have omitted any names from the eulogy and replaced with NAME. I will say though my dads name was Mark and I hope anyone who reads this sees how incredible he was.
Thank you all for coming.
My Dad was the person I looked up to the most, especially the older I got where I grew to appreciate the incredible man he was and how he lived his life. He had things very hard from a young age with multiple conditions, but he never let that define him. He appreciated the good things in his life, and not once did I ever hear him dwell on the bad that happened to him, his attitude was always to enjoy what he could surrounded by the people he loved for as long as he could no matter what was thrown his way. My dad possessed many qualities which include being kind, thoughtful, funny, loving and he is the strongest person mentally I’ve ever met and I’m proud and fortunate that he was my dad. The challenge to show those qualities became harder especially in the last few years but he never stopped living and being the man he always was, laughing, joking, and enjoying himself around his family.
His sense of humour was witty and dark, and he loved to wind people up, especially my mum. Even in his final hours he had his sense of humour. He was lying in bed that morning and he had a remote to move the bed into different positions. My mum heard him call her, so she went in and the remote was on the floor. My dad said sorry NAME can you pick it up, so she did. 10 minutes later she heard my dad call her again, so she went back in, the remote was on the floor again this time my dad had a grin on his face, my mum picked it up and gave it to him and warned him not to drop it again. He did of course drop it again and my mum saw a big smile on his face like he always had as she came back in. She knew he was winding her up and was smiling as well and I’m sure my dad thought about doing it again, but he knew one more time and it would be wrapped around his neck.
Two of my oldest memories I have of my dad are of stories he liked to tell because he found them funny to talk about over the years and I know he would like me to mention them. I don’t know whether it’s a coincidence they both involve alcohol, but he was a SURNAME so of course he enjoyed a drink.
The first is when I was around 5 and my dad and I were watching tv and he was enjoying a glass of whiskey. He went out to go to the bathroom and I seized my opportunity, grabbed the whiskey, and had a swig. My Dad came back into the room with me screaming it burns it burns pointing at the glass. My dad knew what needed to be done and rushed into action grabbing a can of lager and having me drink some to get rid of the whiskey taste. It did work to be fair and when I was older, I hated whiskey and enjoyed lager, which explains a lot.
The second story I want to share is another from when I was young. My dad would always go out drinking with his brothers NAME and NAME on boxing day. It was usually a nice casual drink and a chance for them to spend time together. However, on this occasion my dad got very drunk. So drunk his brothers had to carry him home which was an incredible feat by itself as he was not a small man. What was even more impressive is they managed to get him home but avoid my mum. They achieved this by leaving him sitting by the bins outside and knocking the door and running off. I don’t blame them, and I think it was a very smart move. However, what they didn’t expect was my dad to get up and manage to fall inside the bin. That was the sight that greeted my mum.
My dad was a great father to me and my sister NAME. He was limited physically in some of the things he could do with us but he more than made up for it in other ways and he was always there for us when we needed him. The only thing my father got wrong when NAME and I were growing up in my opinion is he should have been a bit harsher on NAME. She was always terrorizing me, and I was always calm and never did anything to instigate things, but she couldn’t be stopped. I think my father showed a bit of favouritism there.
At Christmas and other occasions, he enjoyed having everyone around and eating, drinking, playing games and having fun. Trivial pursuit was something he always wanted to play, probably because he would often win. He would always play as the blue counter, his favourite colour and if my nan was there which she usually was she would go on his team as she knew he would get everything right and she could sit back and sip her dissarano. I’m sorry nan but I really don’t think your going to win many games in future.
A memory of Christmas that sticks out is when we were playing a golf game on the Nintendo wii and it was my dads go. He was very competitive and put a lot of effort into his swing as he had to make up for the fact, he was playing sitting down. On this occasion he tried a bit too hard and also forgot to tighten the strap causing the wii remote to go flying off his wrist and straight into the tv destroying the screen. I will never forget the look on his face, a combination of shock and disbelief.
My dad also enjoyed playing real golf, many times with me and his son in law NAME but always with his mum. He caught the golf bug later in life but would play almost every week, sometimes twice a week for the part of the year they could use a buggy on the course. His father also used to go with them to drive the buggy and the sight of it all on the course was terrifying for others playing. A typical sight would be his father with his sunglasses on no matter the weather, driving the buggy with my dad in front and my nan sitting at the back trying to hold on as his father drove way to fast hitting every bump he could find and just about staying upright. He would then drop them off next to their drive which had gone maybe 50 yards at most, which considering their limitations wasn’t bad. They would play their shots with his father laughing hysterically and taunting them from the buggy as their balls went another 50 yards. To just be on the golf course playing with the pain my father was in and the limitations he had was an inspiration to me. He didn’t care what anyone else thought as he was doing what he enjoyed.
There are many more memories I could talk about and many more things he enjoyed doing but we’ll be here hours if I go into everything, and nobody wants that including me. NAME will go into more of my dad’s hobbies and life later, but I hope what the memories I’ve talked about show is how my dad loved being around his family and always lived life to the fullest. I wish we had more years with him, but I can say with confidence that he was happy and content that he had an excellent life.
There are a few milestones I want to talk about that I know would be important to my dad.
My Mum and Dad met working in a bakery. The day he got married to my mum I know he would have felt so lucky to have found someone he loved and could spend his life with or as my nan put it when preparing for today, he married the best tart in the bakery. They were always there for each other, and I know my dad would have very much appreciated the emotional support she gave him especially the last few years. It wasn’t easy for her either dealing with my dad’s illness but I’m so proud of my mum and dad for how they dealt with everything. Susan and I could not have wished for better parents.
The day my sister NAME and I were both born but especially me were big moments for my dad and changed his life forever, hopefully for the better but maybe not always. Also, important moments were when his Grandchildren NAME and NAME were born who may not know how lucky they are to have had my dad around for the time they did but they will when they are older as they look back to Grampys example and guidance.
My dad was so happy that NAME and I had both found what he had with my mum. For NAME it was NAME and for me it was NAME. NAME and I have chosen the easier option of having dogs rather than children which my dad, despite saying he never wanted a dog around or had any interest in them ended up loving having both NAME and NAME around. He would play with them despite it being hard for him and enjoyed taunting them with toys and chews and they would taunt him back by leaving things just out of reach for him.
The day my sister NAME and NAME got married was an emotional and wonderful day for my dad. Getting to walk his daughter down the aisle was a happy and proud moment for him. we didn’t know if he’d be able to do it beforehand, but he wasn’t going to miss the chance, so he got through it as he always did. My dad was not known for speaking in large crowds or being confident at it, in fact it was the opposite. However, the speech he gave at NAME wedding was incredible, funny, emotional, and memorable. He spoke from the heart without anything prepared and I am so proud he not only got through it but delivered an unforgettable speech.
There was never any pressure put on me or NAME. The only thing he wanted for us was to be happy and if we were happy that was ok for him.
I want to finish by sharing what some of his closest family wanted me to say on their behalf. This is their words read out by me.
His Wife NAME says, Mark was the love of my life, my soulmate with so many happy years together. Those years were rich with happy memories with our family. No more pain and suffering now my darling, rest now. My everlasting love always.
His daughter NAME says, I could not have asked for a better dad. You were always supportive and patient in everything I did. Your Grandchildren NAME and NAME will remember you as wise and funny, you always took an interest in what they liked. I will miss you incredibly, but you will forever be in my heart.
His Mother NAME says, Words cannot say how much I will miss you. I get comfort that you are not in any pain now. Sleep my darling until we are together again.
His brother NAME says, I will love and miss you always, brother.
His Brother NAME says, Dear Brother I will start by saying at least you are now at peace and pain free. You will be deeply missed by us all, after all you were the diplomatic one of the family. Mark was the most patient and calm member of us all and nothing was any bother for him to do. Love you Mark God bless you and thank you for being my brother, Love NAME.
His Son in law NAME says, thank you for welcoming me into your family with nothing but love and kindness. We shared a love for formula 1 and I’ll think of you whenever I’m watching a race.
His Niece NAME says, Uncle Mark was always kind and caring to me and you could tell how much he loved his family. Whenever I visited and complained about something he always found a way to spin it in a positive light and give me a new perspective. My last memory is of him in his chair putting his jumper on which got stuck after his arms were through. He made me jump because I thought he was headless and gave us all a good laugh. I feel lucky to have had him as an uncle.
Finally, for me he was my hero. I owe him everything. I couldn’t have wished for a better man to look up to and learn from. My respect for how he lived his life despite the challenges he faced is immeasurable. He never complained, never worried, never gave up, he lived his life to the maximum he could, doing the things he enjoyed around the people he loved right until the very end.
Dad I’m going to miss you beyond words and its going to be hard, but I will draw from what you taught me and live my life the best I can. It is said that a person is never truly gone as long as they are still talked about. Well, the impact You had on those around you means stories of you will be passed down for generations. The memories I have of you will stay in my head and the love and respect I have for you will remain in my heart forever.
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Thank you all for coming.
My Dad was the person I looked up to the most, especially the older I got where I grew to appreciate the incredible man he was and how he lived his life. He had things very hard from a young age with multiple conditions, but he never let that define him. He appreciated the good things in his life, and not once did I ever hear him dwell on the bad that happened to him, his attitude was always to enjoy what he could surrounded by the people he loved for as long as he could no matter what was thrown his way. My dad possessed many qualities which include being kind, thoughtful, funny, loving and he is the strongest person mentally I’ve ever met and I’m proud and fortunate that he was my dad. The challenge to show those qualities became harder especially in the last few years but he never stopped living and being the man he always was, laughing, joking, and enjoying himself around his family.
His sense of humour was witty and dark, and he loved to wind people up, especially my mum. Even in his final hours he had his sense of humour. He was lying in bed that morning and he had a remote to move the bed into different positions. My mum heard him call her, so she went in and the remote was on the floor. My dad said sorry NAME can you pick it up, so she did. 10 minutes later she heard my dad call her again, so she went back in, the remote was on the floor again this time my dad had a grin on his face, my mum picked it up and gave it to him and warned him not to drop it again. He did of course drop it again and my mum saw a big smile on his face like he always had as she came back in. She knew he was winding her up and was smiling as well and I’m sure my dad thought about doing it again, but he knew one more time and it would be wrapped around his neck.
Two of my oldest memories I have of my dad are of stories he liked to tell because he found them funny to talk about over the years and I know he would like me to mention them. I don’t know whether it’s a coincidence they both involve alcohol, but he was a SURNAME so of course he enjoyed a drink.
The first is when I was around 5 and my dad and I were watching tv and he was enjoying a glass of whiskey. He went out to go to the bathroom and I seized my opportunity, grabbed the whiskey, and had a swig. My Dad came back into the room with me screaming it burns it burns pointing at the glass. My dad knew what needed to be done and rushed into action grabbing a can of lager and having me drink some to get rid of the whiskey taste. It did work to be fair and when I was older, I hated whiskey and enjoyed lager, which explains a lot.
The second story I want to share is another from when I was young. My dad would always go out drinking with his brothers NAME and NAME on boxing day. It was usually a nice casual drink and a chance for them to spend time together. However, on this occasion my dad got very drunk. So drunk his brothers had to carry him home which was an incredible feat by itself as he was not a small man. What was even more impressive is they managed to get him home but avoid my mum. They achieved this by leaving him sitting by the bins outside and knocking the door and running off. I don’t blame them, and I think it was a very smart move. However, what they didn’t expect was my dad to get up and manage to fall inside the bin. That was the sight that greeted my mum.
My dad was a great father to me and my sister NAME. He was limited physically in some of the things he could do with us but he more than made up for it in other ways and he was always there for us when we needed him. The only thing my father got wrong when NAME and I were growing up in my opinion is he should have been a bit harsher on NAME. She was always terrorizing me, and I was always calm and never did anything to instigate things, but she couldn’t be stopped. I think my father showed a bit of favouritism there.
At Christmas and other occasions, he enjoyed having everyone around and eating, drinking, playing games and having fun. Trivial pursuit was something he always wanted to play, probably because he would often win. He would always play as the blue counter, his favourite colour and if my nan was there which she usually was she would go on his team as she knew he would get everything right and she could sit back and sip her dissarano. I’m sorry nan but I really don’t think your going to win many games in future.
A memory of Christmas that sticks out is when we were playing a golf game on the Nintendo wii and it was my dads go. He was very competitive and put a lot of effort into his swing as he had to make up for the fact, he was playing sitting down. On this occasion he tried a bit too hard and also forgot to tighten the strap causing the wii remote to go flying off his wrist and straight into the tv destroying the screen. I will never forget the look on his face, a combination of shock and disbelief.
My dad also enjoyed playing real golf, many times with me and his son in law NAME but always with his mum. He caught the golf bug later in life but would play almost every week, sometimes twice a week for the part of the year they could use a buggy on the course. His father also used to go with them to drive the buggy and the sight of it all on the course was terrifying for others playing. A typical sight would be his father with his sunglasses on no matter the weather, driving the buggy with my dad in front and my nan sitting at the back trying to hold on as his father drove way to fast hitting every bump he could find and just about staying upright. He would then drop them off next to their drive which had gone maybe 50 yards at most, which considering their limitations wasn’t bad. They would play their shots with his father laughing hysterically and taunting them from the buggy as their balls went another 50 yards. To just be on the golf course playing with the pain my father was in and the limitations he had was an inspiration to me. He didn’t care what anyone else thought as he was doing what he enjoyed.
There are many more memories I could talk about and many more things he enjoyed doing but we’ll be here hours if I go into everything, and nobody wants that including me. NAME will go into more of my dad’s hobbies and life later, but I hope what the memories I’ve talked about show is how my dad loved being around his family and always lived life to the fullest. I wish we had more years with him, but I can say with confidence that he was happy and content that he had an excellent life.
There are a few milestones I want to talk about that I know would be important to my dad.
My Mum and Dad met working in a bakery. The day he got married to my mum I know he would have felt so lucky to have found someone he loved and could spend his life with or as my nan put it when preparing for today, he married the best tart in the bakery. They were always there for each other, and I know my dad would have very much appreciated the emotional support she gave him especially the last few years. It wasn’t easy for her either dealing with my dad’s illness but I’m so proud of my mum and dad for how they dealt with everything. Susan and I could not have wished for better parents.
The day my sister NAME and I were both born but especially me were big moments for my dad and changed his life forever, hopefully for the better but maybe not always. Also, important moments were when his Grandchildren NAME and NAME were born who may not know how lucky they are to have had my dad around for the time they did but they will when they are older as they look back to Grampys example and guidance.
My dad was so happy that NAME and I had both found what he had with my mum. For NAME it was NAME and for me it was NAME. NAME and I have chosen the easier option of having dogs rather than children which my dad, despite saying he never wanted a dog around or had any interest in them ended up loving having both NAME and NAME around. He would play with them despite it being hard for him and enjoyed taunting them with toys and chews and they would taunt him back by leaving things just out of reach for him.
The day my sister NAME and NAME got married was an emotional and wonderful day for my dad. Getting to walk his daughter down the aisle was a happy and proud moment for him. we didn’t know if he’d be able to do it beforehand, but he wasn’t going to miss the chance, so he got through it as he always did. My dad was not known for speaking in large crowds or being confident at it, in fact it was the opposite. However, the speech he gave at NAME wedding was incredible, funny, emotional, and memorable. He spoke from the heart without anything prepared and I am so proud he not only got through it but delivered an unforgettable speech.
There was never any pressure put on me or NAME. The only thing he wanted for us was to be happy and if we were happy that was ok for him.
I want to finish by sharing what some of his closest family wanted me to say on their behalf. This is their words read out by me.
His Wife NAME says, Mark was the love of my life, my soulmate with so many happy years together. Those years were rich with happy memories with our family. No more pain and suffering now my darling, rest now. My everlasting love always.
His daughter NAME says, I could not have asked for a better dad. You were always supportive and patient in everything I did. Your Grandchildren NAME and NAME will remember you as wise and funny, you always took an interest in what they liked. I will miss you incredibly, but you will forever be in my heart.
His Mother NAME says, Words cannot say how much I will miss you. I get comfort that you are not in any pain now. Sleep my darling until we are together again.
His brother NAME says, I will love and miss you always, brother.
His Brother NAME says, Dear Brother I will start by saying at least you are now at peace and pain free. You will be deeply missed by us all, after all you were the diplomatic one of the family. Mark was the most patient and calm member of us all and nothing was any bother for him to do. Love you Mark God bless you and thank you for being my brother, Love NAME.
His Son in law NAME says, thank you for welcoming me into your family with nothing but love and kindness. We shared a love for formula 1 and I’ll think of you whenever I’m watching a race.
His Niece NAME says, Uncle Mark was always kind and caring to me and you could tell how much he loved his family. Whenever I visited and complained about something he always found a way to spin it in a positive light and give me a new perspective. My last memory is of him in his chair putting his jumper on which got stuck after his arms were through. He made me jump because I thought he was headless and gave us all a good laugh. I feel lucky to have had him as an uncle.
Finally, for me he was my hero. I owe him everything. I couldn’t have wished for a better man to look up to and learn from. My respect for how he lived his life despite the challenges he faced is immeasurable. He never complained, never worried, never gave up, he lived his life to the maximum he could, doing the things he enjoyed around the people he loved right until the very end.
Dad I’m going to miss you beyond words and its going to be hard, but I will draw from what you taught me and live my life the best I can. It is said that a person is never truly gone as long as they are still talked about. Well, the impact You had on those around you means stories of you will be passed down for generations. The memories I have of you will stay in my head and the love and respect I have for you will remain in my heart forever.
2023.05.30 22:53 remainh1dden So hungry but lump in throat prevents me from eating
This is me venting!!! I'm so hungry, my stomach is forever rumbling but the sensation of the food being stuck in my throat, is preventing me from eating and enjoying foods. I fear the more I eat, food is pilling up and is getting lodged in my throat. I've been trying to eat little and take my time. Today I even had tomato soup for lunch and chocolate cake; which was so nice but had to throw it away due to the texture and fearing even more :( .
I'm on day 6, and distractions do not help, that includes listening to music, watching TV and being in the company of others. I also feel like my breathing has changed, and that I'm not breathing "right" and at night I fear the absolute worst. It doesn't help that my health anxiety has increased since May.
I've been doing research since the symptoms started and understanding it more. Whilst looking for treatment and remedies. I also did further research into "food impaction" which made me scared if I have that instead. But I guess if I'm being realistic, I wouldn't be able to talk, (right?), I would be drooling (right?), I would be throwing up (right?). I can talk just fine and I haven't been sick. Since the incident I've been able to swallow food/drinks just fine, (I think) and IF I had food impaction, would any of this be possible? ((I'm trying to justify my symptoms with logic))
I've looked at other Reddit posts for insight and remedies that have helped them and I will be sure to try a few tricks. I've started to write down what I eat in a diary. But, I just want this cycle to end, and with my health anxiety I fear it makes everything worse. I'm trying not to worry nor think about it, but like I stated, distractions don't shift my mind and make me feel the sensation even more :(
My cousin has acid reflux (not sure if she's been diagnosed or tested), anyway, she says she gets it "really bad", and when she feels something in her throat, she drinks cold milk . I tried that, thinking it'll help me too but it doesn't. I guess the haunt begins to find out what works well for me and what triggers it.
I first got the symptoms after eating my dinner last week. I thought I swallowed some pieces of food without chewing properly, which made me start to cough and mimic choking. I quickly drank lots of water to "wash it down" but still felt like food WAS stuck and at the back of my throat so, I continued drinking more water and attempted to make myself throw up to try and "catch it" to no avail. Since then, I've felt like food has been stuck and lodge in my throat. That night, I even had lemon and ginger thinking it'll will soothe the issue but NOPE, still here.
Nurse prescribed me with acid reflux medicine today that will be available for pick up tomorrow. Nurse didn't even refer me to an ENT specialist and said to take the medicine, as ENT have very long waiting lists. In the meanwhile, she suggested I take gaviscon at bedtime.
OK! So, where do I go from here? I have no choice but to wait to take the medicine to see if it works and try eliminating certain foods. For the sake of my anxiety, I think I need endoscopy and barium swallow test done so I'm aware IF anything is causing obstruction something can be done instead of living in the fear of the unknown.
I'm also not overweight, and do not smoke or consume alcohol. My diet is pretty poor but I'm willing to make the changes for the sake of my health.
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I'm on day 6, and distractions do not help, that includes listening to music, watching TV and being in the company of others. I also feel like my breathing has changed, and that I'm not breathing "right" and at night I fear the absolute worst. It doesn't help that my health anxiety has increased since May.
I've been doing research since the symptoms started and understanding it more. Whilst looking for treatment and remedies. I also did further research into "food impaction" which made me scared if I have that instead. But I guess if I'm being realistic, I wouldn't be able to talk, (right?), I would be drooling (right?), I would be throwing up (right?). I can talk just fine and I haven't been sick. Since the incident I've been able to swallow food/drinks just fine, (I think) and IF I had food impaction, would any of this be possible? ((I'm trying to justify my symptoms with logic))
I've looked at other Reddit posts for insight and remedies that have helped them and I will be sure to try a few tricks. I've started to write down what I eat in a diary. But, I just want this cycle to end, and with my health anxiety I fear it makes everything worse. I'm trying not to worry nor think about it, but like I stated, distractions don't shift my mind and make me feel the sensation even more :(
My cousin has acid reflux (not sure if she's been diagnosed or tested), anyway, she says she gets it "really bad", and when she feels something in her throat, she drinks cold milk . I tried that, thinking it'll help me too but it doesn't. I guess the haunt begins to find out what works well for me and what triggers it.
I first got the symptoms after eating my dinner last week. I thought I swallowed some pieces of food without chewing properly, which made me start to cough and mimic choking. I quickly drank lots of water to "wash it down" but still felt like food WAS stuck and at the back of my throat so, I continued drinking more water and attempted to make myself throw up to try and "catch it" to no avail. Since then, I've felt like food has been stuck and lodge in my throat. That night, I even had lemon and ginger thinking it'll will soothe the issue but NOPE, still here.
Nurse prescribed me with acid reflux medicine today that will be available for pick up tomorrow. Nurse didn't even refer me to an ENT specialist and said to take the medicine, as ENT have very long waiting lists. In the meanwhile, she suggested I take gaviscon at bedtime.
OK! So, where do I go from here? I have no choice but to wait to take the medicine to see if it works and try eliminating certain foods. For the sake of my anxiety, I think I need endoscopy and barium swallow test done so I'm aware IF anything is causing obstruction something can be done instead of living in the fear of the unknown.
I'm also not overweight, and do not smoke or consume alcohol. My diet is pretty poor but I'm willing to make the changes for the sake of my health.
2023.05.30 22:52 remainh1dden So hungry but lump in throat prevents me from eating
This is me venting!!! I'm so hungry, my stomach is forever rumbling but the sensation of the food being stuck in my throat, is preventing me from eating and enjoying foods. I fear the more I eat, food is pilling up and is getting lodged in my throat. I've been trying to eat little and take my time. Today I even had tomato soup for lunch and chocolate cake; which was so nice but had to throw it away due to the texture and fearing even more :( .
I'm on day 6, and distractions do not help, that includes listening to music, watching TV and being in the company of others. I also feel like my breathing has changed, and that I'm not breathing "right" and at night I fear the absolute worst. It doesn't help that my health anxiety has increased since May.
I've been doing research since the symptoms started and understanding it more. Whilst looking for treatment and remedies. I also did further research into "food impaction" which made me scared if I have that instead. But I guess if I'm being realistic, I wouldn't be able to talk, (right?), I would be drooling (right?), I would be throwing up (right?). I can talk just fine and I haven't been sick. Since the incident I've been able to swallow food/drinks just fine, (I think) and IF I had food impaction, would any of this be possible? ((I'm trying to justify my symptoms with logic))
I've looked at other Reddit posts for insight and remedies that have helped them and I will be sure to try a few tricks. I've started to write down what I eat in a diary. But, I just want this cycle to end, and with my health anxiety I fear it makes everything worse. I'm trying not to worry nor think about it, but like I stated, distractions don't shift my mind and make me feel the sensation even more :(
My cousin has acid reflux (not sure if she's been diagnosed or tested), anyway, she says she gets it "really bad", and when she feels something in her throat, she drinks cold milk . I tried that, thinking it'll help me too but it doesn't. I guess the haunt begins to find out what works well for me and what triggers it.
I first got the symptoms after eating my dinner last week. I thought I swallowed some pieces of food without chewing properly, which made me start to cough and mimic choking. I quickly drank lots of water to "wash it down" but still felt like food WAS stuck and at the back of my throat so, I continued drinking more water and attempted to make myself throw up to try and "catch it" to no avail. Since then, I've felt like food has been stuck and lodge in my throat. That night, I even had lemon and ginger thinking it'll will soothe the issue but NOPE, still here.
Nurse prescribed me with acid reflux medicine today that will be available for pick up tomorrow. Nurse didn't even refer me to an ENT specialist and said to take the medicine, as ENT have very long waiting lists. In the meanwhile, she suggested I take gaviscon at bedtime.
OK! So, where do I go from here? I have no choice but to wait to take the medicine to see if it works and try eliminating certain foods. For the sake of my anxiety, I think I need endoscopy and barium swallow test done so I'm aware IF anything is causing obstruction something can be done instead of living in the fear of the unknown.
I'm also not overweight, and do not smoke or consume alcohol. My diet is pretty poor but I'm willing to make the changes for the sake of my health.
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I'm on day 6, and distractions do not help, that includes listening to music, watching TV and being in the company of others. I also feel like my breathing has changed, and that I'm not breathing "right" and at night I fear the absolute worst. It doesn't help that my health anxiety has increased since May.
I've been doing research since the symptoms started and understanding it more. Whilst looking for treatment and remedies. I also did further research into "food impaction" which made me scared if I have that instead. But I guess if I'm being realistic, I wouldn't be able to talk, (right?), I would be drooling (right?), I would be throwing up (right?). I can talk just fine and I haven't been sick. Since the incident I've been able to swallow food/drinks just fine, (I think) and IF I had food impaction, would any of this be possible? ((I'm trying to justify my symptoms with logic))
I've looked at other Reddit posts for insight and remedies that have helped them and I will be sure to try a few tricks. I've started to write down what I eat in a diary. But, I just want this cycle to end, and with my health anxiety I fear it makes everything worse. I'm trying not to worry nor think about it, but like I stated, distractions don't shift my mind and make me feel the sensation even more :(
My cousin has acid reflux (not sure if she's been diagnosed or tested), anyway, she says she gets it "really bad", and when she feels something in her throat, she drinks cold milk . I tried that, thinking it'll help me too but it doesn't. I guess the haunt begins to find out what works well for me and what triggers it.
I first got the symptoms after eating my dinner last week. I thought I swallowed some pieces of food without chewing properly, which made me start to cough and mimic choking. I quickly drank lots of water to "wash it down" but still felt like food WAS stuck and at the back of my throat so, I continued drinking more water and attempted to make myself throw up to try and "catch it" to no avail. Since then, I've felt like food has been stuck and lodge in my throat. That night, I even had lemon and ginger thinking it'll will soothe the issue but NOPE, still here.
Nurse prescribed me with acid reflux medicine today that will be available for pick up tomorrow. Nurse didn't even refer me to an ENT specialist and said to take the medicine, as ENT have very long waiting lists. In the meanwhile, she suggested I take gaviscon at bedtime.
OK! So, where do I go from here? I have no choice but to wait to take the medicine to see if it works and try eliminating certain foods. For the sake of my anxiety, I think I need endoscopy and barium swallow test done so I'm aware IF anything is causing obstruction something can be done instead of living in the fear of the unknown.
I'm also not overweight, and do not smoke or consume alcohol. My diet is pretty poor but I'm willing to make the changes for the sake of my health.
2023.05.30 22:52 pinkbunny431 Botox minimum payments: normal or was I scammed by injector??
I needed to touch up my Botox lip flip and scheduled an appointment online, which required a $100 deposit that goes towards the appointment. Once I arrived, the NP says that the lip flip will be $60 for 15 units of Dysport (equivalent to 5 units of Botox), and she asks if I want to get anything else done while I'm there. I declined since she did my 11s and frontalis in late March and it's still pretty frozen.
When I tell her that I don't need anything else done, she says that she charges a minimum of $150 for each appointment and says that I can either come back for the lip flip when I need to get other work done too OR I can just pay $150 up front for the lip flip. She also says that she can hold my $100 deposit until I come back next time.
At this point, I'm annoyed because she didn't state ANYWHERE on her website or confirmation email that there was a $150 minimum and I felt like I've wasted my time going there. I politely ask her if she can just refund me the $100 until I am ready to get everything else touched up together (11s, frontalis, lip flip). She refuses because then she will lose money for booking this appt. Then I ask if she can do the $60 lip flip and subtract it from my deposit since she already has my $100 sitting there. She says no and repeats that she has to charge at least $150 per appointment. I told her that I had really liked her work last time and that the reason I had come in today was because I'm completing my graduate program next week and wanted to have the lip flip done prior to the ceremony.
She reluctantly agrees to do the Botox but her demeanor changes and is cold to me. She usually holds a mirror up and shows me where she will inject and gives me a little vibrating tool to distract from the pain. However, this time, she did neither. She just wiped the area, injected, and that was it. Then she jokes to the receptionist right in front of me "Poor college students, we've all been there."
This condescending comment was shocking to me because 1) she is blatantly calling me poor when she has no knowledge of my financial situation, 2) I'm in graduate school yet she was speaking as if I'm a young 20 something living with parents, 3) it seemed like an extremely passive aggressive response to what I felt was a reasonable request
I went home and called my other aesthetician's office and asked if they charge a minimum for Botox appointments, and they said only for new patients but not returning ones. So that leads me to ask, was I scammed or should I have expected this situation??
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When I tell her that I don't need anything else done, she says that she charges a minimum of $150 for each appointment and says that I can either come back for the lip flip when I need to get other work done too OR I can just pay $150 up front for the lip flip. She also says that she can hold my $100 deposit until I come back next time.
At this point, I'm annoyed because she didn't state ANYWHERE on her website or confirmation email that there was a $150 minimum and I felt like I've wasted my time going there. I politely ask her if she can just refund me the $100 until I am ready to get everything else touched up together (11s, frontalis, lip flip). She refuses because then she will lose money for booking this appt. Then I ask if she can do the $60 lip flip and subtract it from my deposit since she already has my $100 sitting there. She says no and repeats that she has to charge at least $150 per appointment. I told her that I had really liked her work last time and that the reason I had come in today was because I'm completing my graduate program next week and wanted to have the lip flip done prior to the ceremony.
She reluctantly agrees to do the Botox but her demeanor changes and is cold to me. She usually holds a mirror up and shows me where she will inject and gives me a little vibrating tool to distract from the pain. However, this time, she did neither. She just wiped the area, injected, and that was it. Then she jokes to the receptionist right in front of me "Poor college students, we've all been there."
This condescending comment was shocking to me because 1) she is blatantly calling me poor when she has no knowledge of my financial situation, 2) I'm in graduate school yet she was speaking as if I'm a young 20 something living with parents, 3) it seemed like an extremely passive aggressive response to what I felt was a reasonable request
I went home and called my other aesthetician's office and asked if they charge a minimum for Botox appointments, and they said only for new patients but not returning ones. So that leads me to ask, was I scammed or should I have expected this situation??
2023.05.30 22:52 arclightZRO Looking for a small foundry in Washington State
Myself and a few others have been talking about making 3d printed items for lost pla and lost wax casting. This one came up today https://www.yourprops.com/Original-Klingon-Bloodwine-Mug-original-movie-prop-Star-Trek-The-Next-Generation-TV-1987-YP800930.html
Anyone here from Washington that is interested in casting single items for nerdy people?
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Anyone here from Washington that is interested in casting single items for nerdy people?
2023.05.30 22:51 Archives-H I volunteered for an expedition to get off death row. I never should have entered the Sea of Green.
Before I begin my story I must maintain that my sentence to death was a wrong and vile thing to do. I maintain that I am not a killer. I did not kill the schoolchildren the authorities decided to hang me for.
My sentence to death, I must maintain, is a huge misunderstanding. There must be forces out there against me, who conspired to put me in prison for this very experiment, this accursed expedition.
I am not deranged. I am not insane.
The man in the odd multicolored sweater paid me a visit a week before my scheduled execution date. “You are the former schoolteacher Chet Adami?” he asked, polite, offering me a plastic cup of coffee.
I nodded, taking a sip. “I didn’t kill those kids,” I reiterated, for about the thousandth time. “Are you the uh, priest guy? That comes before-”
He shook his head and waved away the guards. “My name is Canopy Hydrangea,” he introduced, extending a hand. I shook it. “I understand you may not be guilty, despite what the state believes.”
I nodded. “Finally, someone who-”
He cut me off. “I’m not interested in your story. Whether you die or not is of no consequence to the people I represent,” he continued. “But I am here to offer you a deal. There’s a place the people I represent need exploring, and I need volunteers.”
He produced a sheet of paper and a pen. “This agreement,” he clasped it into my hands, “has you join a team of expendable, uh, volunteers such as yourself on this expedition. You get in, get the things we need, and get out- and you’re free for life.”
This was better than dying in prison.
I asked him what place this was that I’d be sent to. He told me I had to sign the form first. “I’ll do it, then,” I cheered, signing the document.
He smiled and patted me on the shoulder. “We’ll even give you a whole new identity,” he offered. And with that, he seized the document away from me and left the building.
Within hours I was blindfolded, sedated, and transported. When I awoke I was strapped to a bed in a helicopter, with four others beside me, all beginning to wake up.
The man who’d offered me the deal was there too, sucking on a lollipop while rearranging documents and photographs.
These images, I assumed, was the place they wanted us to explore. They were mostly all aerial photos, a sea of endless green and the occasional bird. And yet, there was more- images of impossible landscapes, dreamlike beings.
“Ah, you guys are awake!” he clapped once, and walked over.
The next few moments were a flash as he re-injected us with some sort of blue, wriggling substance. It was cold, and I swear it pulsed inside my arm.
Then we had landed, and the group was quickly taken inside a compound. We were freed and sat down in some sort of meeting room. More people were inside.
A blue haired lady joined the man.
“Welcome, volunteers,” he announced, pointing to a projector. “You are all, save for one, prisoners on death row,” he reminded. “This offer today is simple- you enter the forest, travel to an outpost we have recently lost contact with,” he turned on the projector, displayed a bright red cylinder labeled ‘SYSTEM RECORDER-A32’, “and recover this data module.”
The woman spoke next. “Easy, right?” she counted us. “We’ll provide maps,” she gestured to tablets. “But this forest is different.”
They proceeded to explain the reason they need ‘volunteers’ for the assignment then.
We were on an island somewhere in the Java Sea. The island had a massive forest in the center, one that at first glance seemed as normal as ever. This changed when an international mining company sent in a team of geologists to determine if there was anything of note beyond the forest.
This team never returned.
Nor did a second team, armed with weapons. Or an environmentalist group that ventured in to document new species. So then the organization our recruiters had come from entered the forest.
We were on the outskirts of the forest, at a place they were calling Ake Base.
Over the past month, they had begun to map the forest and determine why so many hadn’t returned. The reason was illogical- the forest was bigger than the island itself.
Drones that ventured in should have come out the other side- yet remained inside the forest, encountering bizarre phenomena and creatures undocumented.
Every so often, the forest would slope downwards, revealing a new layer with new and distinct ecosystems.
“Recently though,” Canopy concluded, “we’ve lost contact with several outposts in the third layer to eighth layers.” He changed the slide to one of the lost outposts, standing alone amidst a vibrant, alien forest. “You enter the forest, get to your team’s assigned outpost, get back out with the data and you’ll be set for life.”
“Does anyone choose to rescind their agreement?” the woman asked. “It’s either death, or this, and frankly, your chances here aren’t that better.”
There were some who raised their hands. “Hell no!” a man shouted. “I’m goin’ back to life!” The woman had them taken away. We heard gunfire outdoors. No life row for him.
Whoever they were- they were serious about this.
They started to call out names and assign teams.
My team, was small, four of us. There was a mercenary named Leo who kept talking about the food the organization had brought us. He seemed pleasant, charismatic, and I almost forgot he was a criminal.
There was a scientist called Anya who, as she joked, was ‘serving infinite life sentences’ for crimes against humanity. She was given the codes and a booklet of things to watch out for in what they called the ‘Sea of Green’.
Then there was Gail. She was quieter than the three of us, and had an almost eerie vibe to her. She didn’t tell us what she’d done to get here, but she was there nonetheless.
Thankfully, we were given the closest- and safest outpost. A little place in Layer Three, marked by the map as only a few hours walk away.
We set off the next day.
The forest, in the beginning, seemed to almost invite us in. The birds chirped and danced, unafraid of mankind. We even fed them the nuts we’d been given as breakfast rations, which they seemed to enjoy.
About an hour in, things changed. The light from the sun barely pierced the canopy, and at times, we had to utilize our flashlights to see what was in front of us. Leo took the lead, hacking away at the branch and vine in front of us.
The forest was starting to look like a jungle- and yet, as we traversed it never seemed to choose which one it wanted to be.
“Wait!” Anya hissed, as we crossed a stream that seemed oddly familiar. She read from the booklet, then to the map on tablets we’d been given. “We’ve made a circle.”
Leo shook his head. “That’s impossible,” he insisted. “I don’t remember turning.”
“Yeah,” I agreed, catching up from behind.
Anya shared the booklet. “It’s one first phenomena researchers encounter,” she explained. “This place plays tricks on us- we need to follow the stream.”
“But then,” Gail pointed out, “we’d be going in the wrong direction.”
“Trust the book,” Anya concluded. We followed the stream then, and the path started to grow denser, as if the forest hated us for traveling further. But the path was right, and the forest changed as we journeyed.
An hour later the forest had changed. It had sloped downwards a bit, inviting us to the second layer of the maze. The trees seemed higher, and the light was now gone completely.
This was when we started to hear it. Click-click.
“What was that?” I asked, turning. Click-click.
Anya rushed through the book. “It’s not documented.”
Click-click. And then we saw lights in the distance, lights that as we continued walking, were revealed to us as bulbous fruit on the trees that glowed an eerie electric blue.
Click-click. “You sure it’s not in that book?” Leo questioned, switching his machete out for a gun. Click-click.
The clicks were getting louder, each one sending a jolt of uneasy fear down my spine. We moved closer together now, fearing the unknown that were in these- A bush in front of us rustled. Leo aimed his weapon.
A deer- no, something like a deer popped out, gently squawking. It was… wrong in every sense, but it seemed more occupied in chewing a flower than us.
The small creature had the antlers of a deer, yes, but it also had the face of an old man. Not to mention six fists full of thumbs at the end of its legs. It inspected a glowing fruit with it’s odd thumbs.
“Ew,” Gail commented, disgusted. “What the hell is that?”
Anya didn’t have time to look for answers before a black, insectine limp shot out of one of the bulbous fruits and impaled the deer-thing. It screamed an all too human scream and struggled.
We backed away- and by then, the noise was overwhelming. Click-clickClick-clickClick-clickClickclickClickclickClick-clickClick-click. They erupted from every single one of the bulbous fruits, and things began to pour out of them.
The limbs, see, were attached to a head. The a simple sphere that opened into buzzsaws of teeth that grotesquely clicked as they opened. The face-deer only screamed as the clicking creatures devoured it.
“Run!” Leo reminded, shooting as some started to near us. “Run!”
That shook us out, and we ran, terror in our very veins. They seemed more interested in the fallen deer than us- but we still ran until we could no longer.
Actually, it was until I fell off and entered the third layer.
A weight appeared on my chest and I fought it off, thinking I was about to die- but the soft, furry creature atop me jumped off. It wasn’t one of the clicking monsters.
And then I realized the third layer was bright. The trees themselves were glowing now, not the insect fruits of before. And there were a whole host of new, bizarre creatures.
The thing I’d pushed off was some sort of rabbit, covered in glowing blue stripes. If layer two had been a forest of darkness this was it’s very opposite.
In the skies there were ribbons of glowing creatures- thin kites on an unseen wind. The trees were alive with all sorts of furried friends, darting here and there and eating odd colored berries that didn’t seem real.
Anya pointed and spoke, “Look!” It was the outpost, in ruins.
“But what attacked it?” Gail murmured, as we walked over.
We entered through a hole in the wall. The place was oddly peaceful, calming, now home to bioluminescent little ants that dotted the place. Occasionally, one or two of the face-deer would appear, licking the dots up with twin tongues that emerged from it’s too-human face.
“Cute,” Leo joked, picking one up and stroking it. It screamed back at him, chilling and he dropped it. “Never doing that again.”
The place was… too peaceful. And- “what happened to their bodies?” I posited. “If they were attacked- where’s their blood? Their corpses?”
Anya shrugged. “It is odd- perhaps they got devoured.” She gestured to the many oddities around us. “But you’re right, there should be bones, at least.”
This was when we heard the screaming. And all of a sudden every single creature retreated away, disappearing from view, save for the tiny ants inside with us. The screaming was a cacophony of voices, realer than the ones we’d heard from the face-deer.
“I think we need to go,” Leo whispered, holding out the red ‘data module’ in his hands. “Now.”
The screaming got ever closer, and the trees in front of the outpost, beyond a window, started to shake. “I concur.”
We were backing away when we heard the squelching of something loud and heavy. Turning around, we saw the screaming creature we’d heard. It was massive, fleshy, and filled with tiny gaping holes, some filled with eyes, all rising, breathing as one.
I nearly threw up. But that was for a different reason.
The holes were one thing. But the screaming, severed bodies of dozens of people attached the the eye-full monster was another. They screamed and screamed, their bodies unneatly joined and sown into the creature.
It sniffed the air and walked over to the glass, looking in as we hid. “What is it?” I squealed. “What the hell is that?”
The face of a victim in military clothes appeared at the window, screaming, face slowly popping, skin repairing and being digested all at once. Anya flipped through the pages. “They called it a Fleshweave. It absorbs bodies and eats them that way.”
That would explain the lack of bodies we’d seen.
The window shattered- and the thing began to force itself on it, flesh turning to churned cylinders through the window. The bodies, crushed further, screamed some more.
So we ran as the beasts fell into the room with a plop. And despite it’s heavy, gluttonous form it charged forwards, faster than it looked.
Out the outpost we went. I felt a meaty hand hit me and then I fell. It stalked towards me, but a gunshot from Leo burst it’s pus-ridden hand, covered my in grotesque, viscous liquid.
I picked myself up and ran from the screaming thing, up the steep slope and climbing onto the second layer.
I fell again, but Anya caught me, helping me up.
Leo did the same for Gail- but she slipped and fell back into the third layer. The thing approached her, all of it’s pulsing eyes upon her. “Help me!” she bellowed. “Don’t leave me-”
Leo prepared to jump down- but it was too late. The Fleshweave simply picked her up and it opened it’s skin, forging her into her body- er, her top half,- it severed the rest.
“Go!” I snapped, dragging the mercenary to action. The creature behind us lifted itself onto the dark forest and continued to follow.
Gail, merged with the other unfortunate bodies, screamed. I almost stopped in terror from the sound, but flight-or-fight forced me to continue.
Click-click. We found ourselves back in the center of the abode with the insect fruit. And the insects were clearly attracted to the stench of decay the monster emanated. Limbs emerged, and the face-beetles jumped up and swarmed the creatures.
I don't know if the creature was killed by it. I only remember Gail’s face as the insects started to pick her body- and so many others like her- apart.
The way out seemed harder than going in, but we made it. We survived. We reached the outpost and handed our data module to the man who’d offered us the deal. “Impressive,” he congratulated. “You’re the first team back.”
“I want out now,” I panted. “Back to real life.”
He patted me on the shoulder and gave me a sad smile. “According to the world you’ve already died by suicide in your cell,” he informed. “See, there’s a way the people I work for have operated so cleanly for the past few centuries.” He paused and took a step back. “We can’t afford loose ends, see, and you’ve shown us you have the guts to survive Bandai La- er, the Sea of Green.”
I took a step back, panicking. “What do you mean?”
He sighed. “We can’t give you a new life and risk exposing our operation here,” he explained. “And we still need ah, expendable people to lead us to whatever’s in the center of the island.” He handed me a can of soda. “Welcome to your new life. The Company really values your dedication as a treasured employee.”
But I don’t want this. I was promised freedom. And they can’t keep me from exposing them- I’ve typed this up and Anya did something to the tablet so I can receive and post things online.
I’m not sure if this’ll work. But if it is: I’m on an island somewhere in the Java Sea. There’s a forest that goes on forever and I’m being held as some sort of explorer by some Company.
Find me. Before I die.
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My sentence to death, I must maintain, is a huge misunderstanding. There must be forces out there against me, who conspired to put me in prison for this very experiment, this accursed expedition.
I am not deranged. I am not insane.
The man in the odd multicolored sweater paid me a visit a week before my scheduled execution date. “You are the former schoolteacher Chet Adami?” he asked, polite, offering me a plastic cup of coffee.
I nodded, taking a sip. “I didn’t kill those kids,” I reiterated, for about the thousandth time. “Are you the uh, priest guy? That comes before-”
He shook his head and waved away the guards. “My name is Canopy Hydrangea,” he introduced, extending a hand. I shook it. “I understand you may not be guilty, despite what the state believes.”
I nodded. “Finally, someone who-”
He cut me off. “I’m not interested in your story. Whether you die or not is of no consequence to the people I represent,” he continued. “But I am here to offer you a deal. There’s a place the people I represent need exploring, and I need volunteers.”
He produced a sheet of paper and a pen. “This agreement,” he clasped it into my hands, “has you join a team of expendable, uh, volunteers such as yourself on this expedition. You get in, get the things we need, and get out- and you’re free for life.”
This was better than dying in prison.
I asked him what place this was that I’d be sent to. He told me I had to sign the form first. “I’ll do it, then,” I cheered, signing the document.
He smiled and patted me on the shoulder. “We’ll even give you a whole new identity,” he offered. And with that, he seized the document away from me and left the building.
Within hours I was blindfolded, sedated, and transported. When I awoke I was strapped to a bed in a helicopter, with four others beside me, all beginning to wake up.
The man who’d offered me the deal was there too, sucking on a lollipop while rearranging documents and photographs.
These images, I assumed, was the place they wanted us to explore. They were mostly all aerial photos, a sea of endless green and the occasional bird. And yet, there was more- images of impossible landscapes, dreamlike beings.
“Ah, you guys are awake!” he clapped once, and walked over.
The next few moments were a flash as he re-injected us with some sort of blue, wriggling substance. It was cold, and I swear it pulsed inside my arm.
Then we had landed, and the group was quickly taken inside a compound. We were freed and sat down in some sort of meeting room. More people were inside.
A blue haired lady joined the man.
“Welcome, volunteers,” he announced, pointing to a projector. “You are all, save for one, prisoners on death row,” he reminded. “This offer today is simple- you enter the forest, travel to an outpost we have recently lost contact with,” he turned on the projector, displayed a bright red cylinder labeled ‘SYSTEM RECORDER-A32’, “and recover this data module.”
The woman spoke next. “Easy, right?” she counted us. “We’ll provide maps,” she gestured to tablets. “But this forest is different.”
They proceeded to explain the reason they need ‘volunteers’ for the assignment then.
We were on an island somewhere in the Java Sea. The island had a massive forest in the center, one that at first glance seemed as normal as ever. This changed when an international mining company sent in a team of geologists to determine if there was anything of note beyond the forest.
This team never returned.
Nor did a second team, armed with weapons. Or an environmentalist group that ventured in to document new species. So then the organization our recruiters had come from entered the forest.
We were on the outskirts of the forest, at a place they were calling Ake Base.
Over the past month, they had begun to map the forest and determine why so many hadn’t returned. The reason was illogical- the forest was bigger than the island itself.
Drones that ventured in should have come out the other side- yet remained inside the forest, encountering bizarre phenomena and creatures undocumented.
Every so often, the forest would slope downwards, revealing a new layer with new and distinct ecosystems.
“Recently though,” Canopy concluded, “we’ve lost contact with several outposts in the third layer to eighth layers.” He changed the slide to one of the lost outposts, standing alone amidst a vibrant, alien forest. “You enter the forest, get to your team’s assigned outpost, get back out with the data and you’ll be set for life.”
“Does anyone choose to rescind their agreement?” the woman asked. “It’s either death, or this, and frankly, your chances here aren’t that better.”
There were some who raised their hands. “Hell no!” a man shouted. “I’m goin’ back to life!” The woman had them taken away. We heard gunfire outdoors. No life row for him.
Whoever they were- they were serious about this.
They started to call out names and assign teams.
My team, was small, four of us. There was a mercenary named Leo who kept talking about the food the organization had brought us. He seemed pleasant, charismatic, and I almost forgot he was a criminal.
There was a scientist called Anya who, as she joked, was ‘serving infinite life sentences’ for crimes against humanity. She was given the codes and a booklet of things to watch out for in what they called the ‘Sea of Green’.
Then there was Gail. She was quieter than the three of us, and had an almost eerie vibe to her. She didn’t tell us what she’d done to get here, but she was there nonetheless.
Thankfully, we were given the closest- and safest outpost. A little place in Layer Three, marked by the map as only a few hours walk away.
We set off the next day.
The forest, in the beginning, seemed to almost invite us in. The birds chirped and danced, unafraid of mankind. We even fed them the nuts we’d been given as breakfast rations, which they seemed to enjoy.
About an hour in, things changed. The light from the sun barely pierced the canopy, and at times, we had to utilize our flashlights to see what was in front of us. Leo took the lead, hacking away at the branch and vine in front of us.
The forest was starting to look like a jungle- and yet, as we traversed it never seemed to choose which one it wanted to be.
“Wait!” Anya hissed, as we crossed a stream that seemed oddly familiar. She read from the booklet, then to the map on tablets we’d been given. “We’ve made a circle.”
Leo shook his head. “That’s impossible,” he insisted. “I don’t remember turning.”
“Yeah,” I agreed, catching up from behind.
Anya shared the booklet. “It’s one first phenomena researchers encounter,” she explained. “This place plays tricks on us- we need to follow the stream.”
“But then,” Gail pointed out, “we’d be going in the wrong direction.”
“Trust the book,” Anya concluded. We followed the stream then, and the path started to grow denser, as if the forest hated us for traveling further. But the path was right, and the forest changed as we journeyed.
An hour later the forest had changed. It had sloped downwards a bit, inviting us to the second layer of the maze. The trees seemed higher, and the light was now gone completely.
This was when we started to hear it. Click-click.
“What was that?” I asked, turning. Click-click.
Anya rushed through the book. “It’s not documented.”
Click-click. And then we saw lights in the distance, lights that as we continued walking, were revealed to us as bulbous fruit on the trees that glowed an eerie electric blue.
Click-click. “You sure it’s not in that book?” Leo questioned, switching his machete out for a gun. Click-click.
The clicks were getting louder, each one sending a jolt of uneasy fear down my spine. We moved closer together now, fearing the unknown that were in these- A bush in front of us rustled. Leo aimed his weapon.
A deer- no, something like a deer popped out, gently squawking. It was… wrong in every sense, but it seemed more occupied in chewing a flower than us.
The small creature had the antlers of a deer, yes, but it also had the face of an old man. Not to mention six fists full of thumbs at the end of its legs. It inspected a glowing fruit with it’s odd thumbs.
“Ew,” Gail commented, disgusted. “What the hell is that?”
Anya didn’t have time to look for answers before a black, insectine limp shot out of one of the bulbous fruits and impaled the deer-thing. It screamed an all too human scream and struggled.
We backed away- and by then, the noise was overwhelming. Click-clickClick-clickClick-clickClickclickClickclickClick-clickClick-click. They erupted from every single one of the bulbous fruits, and things began to pour out of them.
The limbs, see, were attached to a head. The a simple sphere that opened into buzzsaws of teeth that grotesquely clicked as they opened. The face-deer only screamed as the clicking creatures devoured it.
“Run!” Leo reminded, shooting as some started to near us. “Run!”
That shook us out, and we ran, terror in our very veins. They seemed more interested in the fallen deer than us- but we still ran until we could no longer.
Actually, it was until I fell off and entered the third layer.
A weight appeared on my chest and I fought it off, thinking I was about to die- but the soft, furry creature atop me jumped off. It wasn’t one of the clicking monsters.
And then I realized the third layer was bright. The trees themselves were glowing now, not the insect fruits of before. And there were a whole host of new, bizarre creatures.
The thing I’d pushed off was some sort of rabbit, covered in glowing blue stripes. If layer two had been a forest of darkness this was it’s very opposite.
In the skies there were ribbons of glowing creatures- thin kites on an unseen wind. The trees were alive with all sorts of furried friends, darting here and there and eating odd colored berries that didn’t seem real.
Anya pointed and spoke, “Look!” It was the outpost, in ruins.
“But what attacked it?” Gail murmured, as we walked over.
We entered through a hole in the wall. The place was oddly peaceful, calming, now home to bioluminescent little ants that dotted the place. Occasionally, one or two of the face-deer would appear, licking the dots up with twin tongues that emerged from it’s too-human face.
“Cute,” Leo joked, picking one up and stroking it. It screamed back at him, chilling and he dropped it. “Never doing that again.”
The place was… too peaceful. And- “what happened to their bodies?” I posited. “If they were attacked- where’s their blood? Their corpses?”
Anya shrugged. “It is odd- perhaps they got devoured.” She gestured to the many oddities around us. “But you’re right, there should be bones, at least.”
This was when we heard the screaming. And all of a sudden every single creature retreated away, disappearing from view, save for the tiny ants inside with us. The screaming was a cacophony of voices, realer than the ones we’d heard from the face-deer.
“I think we need to go,” Leo whispered, holding out the red ‘data module’ in his hands. “Now.”
The screaming got ever closer, and the trees in front of the outpost, beyond a window, started to shake. “I concur.”
We were backing away when we heard the squelching of something loud and heavy. Turning around, we saw the screaming creature we’d heard. It was massive, fleshy, and filled with tiny gaping holes, some filled with eyes, all rising, breathing as one.
I nearly threw up. But that was for a different reason.
The holes were one thing. But the screaming, severed bodies of dozens of people attached the the eye-full monster was another. They screamed and screamed, their bodies unneatly joined and sown into the creature.
It sniffed the air and walked over to the glass, looking in as we hid. “What is it?” I squealed. “What the hell is that?”
The face of a victim in military clothes appeared at the window, screaming, face slowly popping, skin repairing and being digested all at once. Anya flipped through the pages. “They called it a Fleshweave. It absorbs bodies and eats them that way.”
That would explain the lack of bodies we’d seen.
The window shattered- and the thing began to force itself on it, flesh turning to churned cylinders through the window. The bodies, crushed further, screamed some more.
So we ran as the beasts fell into the room with a plop. And despite it’s heavy, gluttonous form it charged forwards, faster than it looked.
Out the outpost we went. I felt a meaty hand hit me and then I fell. It stalked towards me, but a gunshot from Leo burst it’s pus-ridden hand, covered my in grotesque, viscous liquid.
I picked myself up and ran from the screaming thing, up the steep slope and climbing onto the second layer.
I fell again, but Anya caught me, helping me up.
Leo did the same for Gail- but she slipped and fell back into the third layer. The thing approached her, all of it’s pulsing eyes upon her. “Help me!” she bellowed. “Don’t leave me-”
Leo prepared to jump down- but it was too late. The Fleshweave simply picked her up and it opened it’s skin, forging her into her body- er, her top half,- it severed the rest.
“Go!” I snapped, dragging the mercenary to action. The creature behind us lifted itself onto the dark forest and continued to follow.
Gail, merged with the other unfortunate bodies, screamed. I almost stopped in terror from the sound, but flight-or-fight forced me to continue.
Click-click. We found ourselves back in the center of the abode with the insect fruit. And the insects were clearly attracted to the stench of decay the monster emanated. Limbs emerged, and the face-beetles jumped up and swarmed the creatures.
I don't know if the creature was killed by it. I only remember Gail’s face as the insects started to pick her body- and so many others like her- apart.
The way out seemed harder than going in, but we made it. We survived. We reached the outpost and handed our data module to the man who’d offered us the deal. “Impressive,” he congratulated. “You’re the first team back.”
“I want out now,” I panted. “Back to real life.”
He patted me on the shoulder and gave me a sad smile. “According to the world you’ve already died by suicide in your cell,” he informed. “See, there’s a way the people I work for have operated so cleanly for the past few centuries.” He paused and took a step back. “We can’t afford loose ends, see, and you’ve shown us you have the guts to survive Bandai La- er, the Sea of Green.”
I took a step back, panicking. “What do you mean?”
He sighed. “We can’t give you a new life and risk exposing our operation here,” he explained. “And we still need ah, expendable people to lead us to whatever’s in the center of the island.” He handed me a can of soda. “Welcome to your new life. The Company really values your dedication as a treasured employee.”
But I don’t want this. I was promised freedom. And they can’t keep me from exposing them- I’ve typed this up and Anya did something to the tablet so I can receive and post things online.
I’m not sure if this’ll work. But if it is: I’m on an island somewhere in the Java Sea. There’s a forest that goes on forever and I’m being held as some sort of explorer by some Company.
Find me. Before I die.
2023.05.30 22:45 Dawndolly Extremely drunk alcoholic mom, keeps me trapped in my room.
Today I woke up around noon, she was chugging beers at the kitchen table, and staring at the wall in silence. That’s a good sign of when I can tell that she’s fully dissociated from reality and the day is going to be hellish. I got some water, went back to my room, and started getting ready for the day.
Since I have been back in my room, she has punched my door, body slammed into it, kicked walls, thrown around furniture, and all while screaming pretty vicious threats against my safety and well being. It’s not always like this, sometimes it’s manageable, but I understand that’s how abusers get people to stay, by leaving breadcrumbs of “normalcy”.
I have nobody to stay with, I don’t have a car, and when she’s standing in front of my bedroom door body slamming it, all I can do is wait until 9pm until she’s sleeping. I have no way out of the house except my window. My mom effectively takes away my entire day from me. This has been going on honestly since my senior year of highschool, almost 7 years ago at this point.
I was a high honor, very responsible student, my entire life. Until senior year of highschool, because my mom began trapping me in my room. I lost any sense of normal, couldn’t do any homework and was sent to a detentionary school because of my sudden “missing attendance”. I was then given a GED and my life has been pretty messed up since then. (I was such a high honor student, that because of my test grades I wasn’t even given a full GED test, I just had to write a small essay, and got 100%)
It’s pretty much the same routine, she is drunk 75-90% of the entire week. She has small moments, or reasons why she won’t be belligerently drunk, and I cling to those moments of “calm”. But honestly I’m not doing well. I can’t do anything on a regular schedule. I couldn’t even keep up a part-time retail job, because I would come home to her blacked out drunk and threatening my life. That would lead to me not sleeping or eating out of fear. And the next day after, or sometimes week, would be even harder because of missing sleep.
I don’t think I will be able to move out anytime soon if I’m being realistic about my savings and credit score. But I really want a normal life. I’ve made a few online friends recently and they’re 3-5 years younger than me, and so much further ahead. Some have graduated college, they live on their own, they have full time federal jobs. I can’t even leave my bedroom when I want. I hope someone on here understands what I go through, I am new here to this subreddit.
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Since I have been back in my room, she has punched my door, body slammed into it, kicked walls, thrown around furniture, and all while screaming pretty vicious threats against my safety and well being. It’s not always like this, sometimes it’s manageable, but I understand that’s how abusers get people to stay, by leaving breadcrumbs of “normalcy”.
I have nobody to stay with, I don’t have a car, and when she’s standing in front of my bedroom door body slamming it, all I can do is wait until 9pm until she’s sleeping. I have no way out of the house except my window. My mom effectively takes away my entire day from me. This has been going on honestly since my senior year of highschool, almost 7 years ago at this point.
I was a high honor, very responsible student, my entire life. Until senior year of highschool, because my mom began trapping me in my room. I lost any sense of normal, couldn’t do any homework and was sent to a detentionary school because of my sudden “missing attendance”. I was then given a GED and my life has been pretty messed up since then. (I was such a high honor student, that because of my test grades I wasn’t even given a full GED test, I just had to write a small essay, and got 100%)
It’s pretty much the same routine, she is drunk 75-90% of the entire week. She has small moments, or reasons why she won’t be belligerently drunk, and I cling to those moments of “calm”. But honestly I’m not doing well. I can’t do anything on a regular schedule. I couldn’t even keep up a part-time retail job, because I would come home to her blacked out drunk and threatening my life. That would lead to me not sleeping or eating out of fear. And the next day after, or sometimes week, would be even harder because of missing sleep.
I don’t think I will be able to move out anytime soon if I’m being realistic about my savings and credit score. But I really want a normal life. I’ve made a few online friends recently and they’re 3-5 years younger than me, and so much further ahead. Some have graduated college, they live on their own, they have full time federal jobs. I can’t even leave my bedroom when I want. I hope someone on here understands what I go through, I am new here to this subreddit.
2023.05.30 22:40 TigersBot Game Thread: Rangers @ Tigers - Tue, May 30 @ 06:40 PM EDT
Rangers @ Tigers - Tue, May 30
Game Status: Pre-Game - First Pitch is scheduled for 06:40 PM EDT
Links & Info
- Current conditions at Comerica Park: 86°F - Clear - Wind 8 mph, In From CF
- TV: Rangers: Bally Sports Southwest, Tigers: Bally Sports Detroit
- Radio: Rangers: KFLC 1270 (es), 105.3 The Fan, Tigers: 97.1 The Ticket
- MLB Gameday
- Statcast Game Preview
| ALC Rank | Team | W | L | GB (E#) | WC Rank | WC GB (E#) |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | Minnesota Twins | 28 | 26 | - (-) | - | - (-) |
| 2 | Detroit Tigers | 25 | 27 | 2.0 (108) | 8 | 5.5 (105) |
| 3 | Cleveland Guardians | 24 | 29 | 3.5 (106) | 9 | 7.0 (103) |
| 4 | Chicago White Sox | 22 | 34 | 7.0 (101) | 10 | 10.5 (98) |
| 5 | Kansas City Royals | 17 | 38 | 11.5 (97) | 11 | 15.0 (94) |
| Probable Pitcher (Season Stats) | Report | |
|---|---|---|
| Rangers | Martin Perez (6-1, 3.83 ERA, 56.1 IP) | No report posted. |
| Tigers | Alex Faedo (1-2, 4.15 ERA, 21.2 IP) | No report posted. |
| Rangers Lineup vs. Faedo | AVG | OPS | AB | HR | RBI | K |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 Semien - 2B | - | - | - | - | - | - |
| 2 Seager - SS | - | - | - | - | - | - |
| 3 Lowe, N - 1B | - | - | - | - | - | - |
| 4 García, Ad - RF | - | - | - | - | - | - |
| 5 Jung - 3B | - | - | - | - | - | - |
| 6 Heim - C | - | - | - | - | - | - |
| 7 Grossman - DH | - | - | - | - | - | - |
| 8 Jankowski - LF | - | - | - | - | - | - |
| 9 Taveras - CF | - | - | - | - | - | - |
| 10 Pérez, M - P | - | - | - | - | - | - |
| Tigers Lineup vs. Pérez, M | AVG | OPS | AB | HR | RBI | K |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1 Short - 2B | .000 | .000 | 0 | 0 | 1 | 0 |
| 2 Báez, J - SS | .333 | .833 | 6 | 0 | 1 | 1 |
| 3 Greene, R - CF | - | - | - | - | - | - |
| 4 Torkelson - 1B | .333 | .666 | 3 | 0 | 0 | 1 |
| 5 Haase - LF | .750 | 2.000 | 4 | 0 | 0 | 0 |
| 6 Schoop, J - 3B | .263 | .760 | 19 | 1 | 5 | 6 |
| 7 Cabrera, M - DH | .429 | 1.190 | 14 | 0 | 3 | 2 |
| 8 Nevin - RF | .500 | 1.500 | 2 | 0 | 0 | 1 |
| 9 Rogers - C | - | - | - | - | - | - |
| 10 Faedo - P | - | - | - | - | - | - |
Division Scoreboard
CLE @ BAL 07:05 PM EDTKC @ STL 07:45 PM EDT
MIN @ HOU 08:10 PM EDT
LAA @ CWS 08:10 PM EDT
Last Updated: 05/30/2023 05:31:15 PM EDT
2023.05.30 22:36 Satomage Weather advisory from wherever.
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