I completed an Itamar home study (my somnologist doesn't believe in lab studies). I had 22 pRDI (35.2 REM/16.1 NREM), 15.4 pAHI 3% (30 REM/9.2 NREM), 8.1 ODI (18 REM/4 NREM), 10 pAHI 4% (doesn't differentiate REM from NREM here). My nadir was 86, but I only spent 2 minutes below 90 (0.5% of total time). I had 42 events of desaturation under 5-10%, 2 events 10-20%. My mean nadir was 90%.
I got a call from my doctor's office, saying she wants to discuss this with me, because they're "very concerning", but from what I gather online, this is not that bad.
I am concerned that this isn't accurate because I had TREMENDOUS difficulty sleeping with this thing. It took me a good three hours of tossing and turning before I fell asleep at 7:30 AM with it with the aid of a sleeping pill. And I could have sworn that I had only slept 1 hour, but my doctor's tech (who tracked the process) said I had actually slept close to 5 hours. I distinctly remember my doctor saying she needed at least 6 hours of sleep to be confident with a sleep study, but now both the tech and my doctor are saying 5 is enough.
Also I felt like my sleep was very, very poor, much more shallow than usual. I did not wake up well-rested at allllll (when, typically, I always do). Could this interfere with the results?
Thank you to everyone in advance!

I am writing this post hoping that it helps at least one person. I would argue that my experience with brain fog and related symptoms has been on the extreme side. I will be brief as I know how difficult it can get to focus on long text.
My symptoms started 5 years ago. I am not sure exactly what the primary cause was, but it was a period with plenty of stressful events. As time progressed more and more symptoms started to show. I will list first the symptoms in chronological order, then I will list the things that I tried to do to solve them. I will keep this short but happy to share more details if questions come up.
1) eczema-like rash on my arms and legs. It was itchy and scaly. 2) bloating and water retention. 3) muscle loss and inability to exercise properly. 4) extreme brain fog and head pressure. 5) congestion most of the day. 6) fatigue almost all day long. 7) panic attack like feeling in my chest. 8) very poor sleep, particularly deep sleep, as measured by smartwatch and multiple sleep studies. 9) very depressed mood, inability to focus, very short temper.
What I did to try and diagnose and resolve the issues: 1) dietary changes like cutting out sugars, carbs, caffeine and processed foods. I tried intermittent fasting and even keto for a long time. Some things helped to a certain degree but nothing was permanent. 2) dietary supplements: the list is too long to share, but the bottom line was nothing worked, except one (i’ll share below). 3) probiotics: these actually made things worse. And when I found out the right diagnosis, its clear why they made things worse. 4) blood works: everything was fine and inline with expectation. 5) Allergy testing: nothing significant really except allergies to rye grass. But I traveled a lot and my symptoms were there regardless of the environment. 6) antidepressants and such: nothing worked effectively. 7) sleep aid: nothing worked effectively. 8) stimulants: they worked to a certain degree, but of course they will! 9) deviated septum surgery: I had a very deviated septum, so i did a surgery and it helped a little with sleep and symptoms improved by 20% but things were far from good. 10) sleep studies: my AHI was 7, my RDI was 12. So it wasnt sleep disturbance but my deep sleep ratio was 7 or 8% of total sleep time, when it should have been at least double or triple that. 11) CPAP: it didnt work and i couldn’t tolerate it. 12) Visited more drs and therapists: neurologists, ENT surgeons, musculoskeletal, mayofacial, allergists… etc. Nothing worked. 13) Allergy medications, nasal rinse and sprays: what I had tried up to this point did not work. All was over the counter medication.
Then coincidently, I came across this post: https://www.insights4print.ceo/my-4-year-long-fatigue-issue-and-how-i-recoverred/
And the following day I had a surgeon ENT consultation. While the dr was trying to sell me to redo my nasal surgery to perfect airflow, I pushed the theory of allergies as the cause of head pressure and mentioned all the medications that I took. He suggested that I try “Levmont 5/10” as it is the newest allergies medication out there. I immediately went out and got it from the pharmacy and bought Bromlain (mentioned in the above blog post) and took one pill before time along with the usual routine of nasal rinse and spray.
I HAD NOT SLEPT THAT WELL IN YEARS!
I was finally onto something, so I started to investigate further.
Long story short, I believe what I have is histamine intolerance. Please refer to a book by Dr. Janice Joneja called “The beginner’s guide to Histamine Intolerance” for more details into this. She also has some podcasts on youtube for a quicker breakdown. The way to confirm this theory is by doing a low histamine diet. I have always felt that my symptoms were correlated with what I consumerd. But I never was able to pinpoint what the culprit was, especially that histamine intolerance is particularly vulnerable to be triggered by foods touted as healthy such as cheese, yogurt, kefir, other fermented foods and probiotics.
I am still taking the antihistamine and bromlain for now, but according to Dr. Joneja long term consumption of antihistamines can cause counter effects, so I am planning to stop that soon. We will see whether the improvements stay after stopping. However, my observation thus far has been that over the past month or so, sticking to/breaking this diet has had the highest correlation to my symptoms and sticking to a low histamine diet has me feeling normal again thank God.

Hallo Community, vorweg kurz zu mir: Ich bin der Ehemann einer wundervollen Frau, mit der wir gemeinsam seit 11 Jahren nach einer Lösung für ihre Blasenentzündung suchten und endlich fanden. Es traten jedoch Folgebeschwerden auf, weshalb ich nun diesen Post verfasse.
Keine Medikation, keine Impfung, keine Hygienemaßnahmen, keine Änderungen unserer Lebensweise halfen gegen die Blasenentzündung. Kein Arzt konnte nachhaltig helfen, im Internet existierten aberhunderte von Ansätzen. Ein Umstand, der einem Menschen den letzten Funken Lebensfreude nimmt. Dann, nach Jahren der Verzweiflung, stießen wir durch Zufall auf eine Lösung.
Zusammengefasst: Sie setzte zunächst die Pille ab, kein Scherz. Alle konservativen Gynäkologen schlagen nun die Hände über dem Kopf zusammen... Die Pille sorgte dafür, dass sie nie ganz feucht werden konnte, nie maximale Lust empfand, die Schleimhäute dünner wurden und dadurch eine Blasenentzündung begünstigten und vieles mehr, was in diversen Wechselwirkungen zu einer Blasenentzündung führte. Ich wusste als Mann nie, was für schreckliche Auswirkungen diese Dinger auf den Körper einer Frau entfalteten. Definitiv eine Bildungslücke!
Nach dem Sex nahm sie zudem D-Mannose, aber diesmal in der RICHTIGEN DOSIS (sie nahm deutlich zu wenig). Nach etlichen Tränen, Beinahetrennungen vor Verzweiflung und diversen Kämpfen endlich die Lösung - und seitdem keine Blasenentzünden mehr! Nochmal: Nach 11 Jahren endlich die Pille abgesetzt UND nach dem Sex D-Mannose in der richtigen Menge genommen, danach nie wieder eine Blasenentzündung gehabt. Wir haben Wochen gebraucht, um diese Erleichterung zu realisieren...
Nun zu dem Problem und Grund für diesen Post:
Andere Beschwerden folgten (Brennen am Scheideneingang / Vulva, nicht in der Blase). Rötungen, wie bei einem Baby-Popo, die nicht weggehen. Den Verlauf, wie oft wir seitdem einen Arzt aufsuchten (sogar zuletzt im Ausland), welche Medikationen verschrieben wurden und wo wir nun stehen, habe ich in einer einfachen Visualisierung zusammengefasst. Während sie also gerade im Nebenzimmer sitzt, verfasse ich auf Reddit gerade diesen Post und hoffe auf sinnvolle Impulse der Community, vielleicht auch durch einen Arzt oder eine Ärztin... Danke.
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Hier der Link zu der Visualisierung:
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1VbP51pRdiJ5d8nxmxeV-b8lrs8tZ-W13/view?usp=sharing
EDIT 1: Harndrang (siehe Beschwerden in der Vidualisierung) ist kein Thema mehr. Wir vermuten ein Überbleibsel der Blasenentzündung. Wir waren bei einem Gynorologen, also einem Urologen und Gynäkologen zugleich.

Something I posted on reddit six years ago. Sorry it's so long.

Danny Deever

They are hangin' Danny Deever, you must mark 'im to 'is place,
For 'e shot a comrade sleepin' -- you must look 'im in the face;
Nine 'undred of 'is county an' the Regiment's disgrace,
While they're hangin' Danny Deever in the mornin'.
^{Rudyard Kipling, “Danny Deever,” Barracks Room Ballads}

Cowardice
It is a rough thing to call a man a coward. Fighting words, even if true. Maybe especially if true - the truer such a thing is, the more likely the coward will panic and attack. There is a good probability that he’s more afraid of his cowardice than he is of you.
So it’s a dicey business, talking about cowardice. But it’s been on my mind lately.
This is one story about Cowardice in three episodes. It stars a man I’m going to call “Danny Deever,” because... well, he’s the star. He was the 7th Cavalry “Regiment's disgrace.” He never shot anyone. But some people wanted to execute him anyway, mostly for not shooting anyone. He is a strange memory to me - infuriating, despicable, shameful. Also oddly helpful to me at a time in my life when I needed to know the true nature of cowardice.
Forward Observing
I had spent my first year in Vietnam as a gypsy artillery Forward Observer, meaning I wasn’t permanently attached to any particular unit. I traveled around shooting artillery for units that had outrun their own artillery, that had lost their FO for one reason or another, that had some need for an artillery specialist. That was me. I had called in the big guns in every kind of terrain Vietnam had. I had seen a lot. I was about 20 years old.
Consequently, after a year in-country when I transferred down to III Corps in the jungles between Saigon and the Cambodian border and joined the 1st Cavalry Division, I expected things would be different, but the last thing I expected to see was something new. Life lesson: there’s always something new.
I was assigned to shoot artillery for a light infantry company in the boonies. They were doing azimuth-and-cloverleaf patrols in and out of the bush and the ruined rubber tree orchards of the Michelin Corporation. We were in flatlands, couldn’t see squat. Good ambush country.
I usually stayed with the Command Post (CP) when we were on company-sized patrols, close to the company’s Commanding Officer (CO), a captain - I was his artillery guy, and by then a 1st Lieutenant. We were patrolling in single file, point platoon first. Pretty soon after I arrived, point ran into some North Vietnamese Army (NVA) troops bopping down a trail. Some firing up ahead of us in the line. I got on my radio and started lining up a battery of howitzers.
As I was busy with that, I saw the damnedest thing. As soon as the firing started, one of the CO’s radio operators (RTO) dropped flat on the ground. I mean, all of us ducked a little when we heard firing, but this guy went spread-eagle face down on the ground - even turned his head sideways to make a lower profile. I thought he’d been hit.
Nope. Nobody else reacted. When the CO called for his radio, the RTO reached behind his back - without lifting his head up - got the handset and threw it in the direction of the CO. The CO caught it in a way that made me think he had previously perfected his skills at catching tossed radio handsets, and proceeded to communicate with Battalion HQ.
I didn’t know WHAT to make of the RTO’s behavior. What the hell? When the firing stopped - no artillery needed - our captain decided to move the CP up to point. He kicked the boot of his spread-eagle RTO, who commenced to run from cover to cover in a crouch, while the rest of us just walked up the trail. When the CO finally told everyone in the CP to stay put for a minute, the RTO hit the ground again - same spread-eagle posture.
At some point the RTO decided the danger was over, and he resumed walking around like a normal person.
I was the newbie in the company - I was meeting a lot of guys. I noticed nobody associated with the RTO we’re calling Danny Deever. People gave him orders, instructed him on which radio freqs were current, checked his ammo and made him take his malaria pills, but he was otherwise pretty much ignored. Took me a while to realize that was because everyone wanted to kill him.
Understandable. I didn’t feel that way (yet) because I simply could not believe that I had seen what I had just seen. It looked like rank cowardice. Couldn’t be. No American soldier was that craven, right? What was he even doing out here in the field?
The Regiment’s Disgrace
Some time later I got the whole story from the CO and the Exec. Deever had failed to qualify for conscientious objector status - he wasn’t opposed to all wars, just the Vietnam War. Not good enough. That left him with the option of mutilating himself or going to Canada. He didn’t want to do either of those things. So he decided to tough it out. Two years in, and all of this unpleasantness would be behind him.
He also decided that he wasn’t gonna die in that stupid war. Evidently he talked too much, because he sorely pissed some people off. The next thing he knew, he was on his way to Vietnam. He learned to be careful in his caution. He never actually ran away, never failed to show up for guard duty or convoy protection or whatever he considered dangerous. They couldn’t get him for malingering (he was there!) or desertion or failure to do his duty. If he was on guard duty, he would always have one eye on the treeline while the rest of his body was behind sandbags. What were they going to prosecute him for? Excessive defilade? Hyper-caution? Taking cover in an over-eager fashion?
Even so, you cannot cross the Powers-That-Be without consequence. He was sent to an infantry platoon in the field. Took him a while to get oriented - he was the RTO for a squad - but then he came up with a solution. Take cover. He was NOT willing to get wounded or killed for this vile little war. Or for God and Country. Or even for us.
That last part is what nearly got him killed. The first time he splayed himself out, he nearly got kicked to death by his squad. He survived that, but he was a marked man. His fellow soldiers were incoherently furious with him. I mean, plenty of them had peace signs on their helmets. Some wore beads and peace medallions. They were all eager to get back Stateside and join the Peace Movement because, because... well, y’know, that’s where all the cool girls were... also peace. Sounded good, right? Theoretically.
But not here. Not now. This war wasn’t about the geopolitical challenge of Communism. Wasn’t about Democracy versus Tyranny. Wasn’t about Mom and apple pie. It was about US and THEM, and who is going to die first. Deever wasn’t willing to fight for us, and that was unforgivable. What was this craven bastard even doing up here at the tip of the spear? He was gonna get himself killed - no room here for guys who won’t fight.
Which was the point, I guess. Our CO, a Nisei captain with a Special Forces battle patch, explained it to me. “They sent him up here to die. They know me, and they sent him here anyway. They expect me to let him be killed. No.” Then he said something in Japanese (I’m guessing). I gave him a quizzical look. “Dishonor,” he said quietly. Then louder, “DISHONOR!” First time I ever heard him raise his voice. Then he calmed down. “I will not let them kill him under my command.”
Ah. Yes sir. Got it. Won’t bring it up again.
So Deever came up from the maneuver platoons into the company CP as the Captain’s RTO. There he stayed until he rotated out. He never stopped hitting the dirt at the slightest hint of danger. Did his two years, didn’t pop his eardrums, didn’t go to Canada, didn’t go to jail, did what he had to do, and nothing more.
He made me furious too, every damned time he splayed himself out on the ground. Was contemptible. It was personal. If he wouldn’t fight for us, what was he even doing here? I assume he wondered the same thing. I am a peaceable man, and I wanted to kill him.
Still do, a little bit - just by remembering all this stuff. I wonder how he is now? I wonder if he found something he’d fight for? I hate to say it, but I bet he did. Damn it. Just saying that makes me mad, again. He’d fight for that - whatever it is - but there he was, among us, and he wouldn’t fight for us. Fuck him.
Still, seems almost brave, what he did, standing up to all that contempt and anger. It’s confusing. Even now.
Shotgun - "Shoot 'im 'fore he runs now..."
Strange to think of American soldiers running away. Not a new thing, though. Here’s an excerpt from Stephen Crane’s The Red Badge of Courage about a time when the nature of war favored the soldier who knew when to fight and when to run away:

“The tall private waved his hand. ‘Well’, said he profoundly, ‘I've thought it might get too hot for Jim Conklin in some of them scrimmages, and if a whole lot of boys started and run, why, I s'pose I'd start and run. And if I once started to run, I'd run like the devil, and no mistake. But if everybody was a-standing and a-fighting, why, I'd stand and fight. By jiminey, I would. I'll bet on it.”

Makes sense, no? Run too late, and you’re a dead man or a prisoner. Run too soon, and you’re a coward. Hard to grok that the difference between courage and cowardice could be a matter of timing. Even so, the idea of American soldiers running away was alien, impossible. Not us.
The American boys in Vietnam were raised - like me - on the idea that American soldiers don’t run. They never ran in any of those old black and white movies, or TV shows. It was an item of faith with us, I guess, sort of unquestioned really. The North Vietnamese and VC might run. The South Vietnamese ARVNs and RF/PF might run. But not us. No way. Not sure who decided that.
Of course, there was nowhere to run to, so I suppose that kind of reinforced our determination. We really had no choice. Stand and defend the firebase. Hold your company position. No other options. Where you gonna go? Out into the jungle? Alone? Bad idea, foreigner. You don’t blend.
Our air-mobile infantry (well, cavalry actually) battalion had a “Recon Platoon.” I put it in quotes, because I’m not sure this was even authorized. The guys in the Recon Platoon were all technically assigned to the regular maneuver companies. They had been selected by our Battalion Commander, a Lieutenant Colonel, for their military skill sets, detached from their companies and formed into the Colonel’s own, pet commando group.
We were all required to wear helmets - statistically most of the fatal wounds in Vietnam were head wounds. But helmets were little noisemakers too, so reconnaissance units were excused from the Division order. The Colonel excused his boys, too.
They got special weapons, submachine guns with collapsible stocks, AR-15's and some kind of burp-gun. They had shotguns. They had all kinds of nifty gear and knives. They were better than the rest of us, and they acted like it.
Okay. I didn’t know any of these guys, but maybe they were special-special forces. I didn’t care. I only saw them a couple of times. We certainly could’ve used some of those weapons - point teams were always jonesin’ for a shotgun - but fine. We’ll just grunt it out. Let the cowboys be cowboys.
The last time I (or anyone else) saw the battalion Recon Platoon was when we were tearing down a firebase. The artillery had left, and the engineers were flattening everything and salvaging what could be salvaged. They’d helicopter out in the evening, and our company would man what they had left of the firebase perimeter positions, mostly to keep the local villagers from looting the remains and stealing the engineers’ heavy equipment.
The engineers had knocked holes in the concertina wire and tanglefoot - the berm was mostly intact, but torn open in spots. Not really defensible. We were clearly located by all the daytime activity. The North Vietnamese knew exactly where we were. They had attacked this firebase with a regimental-sized unit earlier in the summer. Didn’t work, but they had scouted out the territory. We were pretty exposed.
Not to worry. The Colonel sent us his super-soldiers. They flew in and headed for the treeline. They were supposed to do daytime patrols into the immediate jungle, then at dusk break up into four Listening Posts (LPs) just inside treeline. We didn’t see them at all, after they came in. Our CP was in contact with them by radio - hourly whispered sitrep requests from their Platoon Leader or Platoon Sergeant to LP1 or 2 or 3 or 4, which were answered by a squelch, nothing more.
About the third night of this, we were getting close to finished. The engineers were going to wind up the wire tomorrow, and lift out their heavy machinery. Tomorrow night we could head for the bush and go back into stealth mode.
About midnight, there was shooting and explosions in the treeline. The next thing the perimeter knew there were figures coming through what was left of the wire shouting “Americans! Friendlies in the wire!! Don’t shoot!!”
Sure enough, here came the Recon Platoon. Running flat out. Minus their bush hats. Minus their weapons. Minus their packs. Some of them minus their boots and shirts. All of them yelling to beat the band and bound for the safety of the berm.
Turns out we should’ve shot them. Here’s the deal: For the last three nights we had no LPs at all. They were having a picnic out there, all gathered together literally shotgunning dope and having a good old time. Then a North Vietnamese recon unit had crashed the party, and our heroes had booked it for the wire. Didn’t even stop to chat.
That was the story that was winkled out of them overnight inside the wire. By morning, we had all heard it. The Colonel had instructed that at first light, the Recon Platoon would be required to “borrow” weapons from our company, then go out and see if they could recover their equipment. By “borrow” the Colonel meant that each man had to go to individual soldiers from our company and ask to borrow his weapon.
Most of our guys turned them down. I’ve never experienced that kind of unit cohesion. There was always a lot of hippie talk in our ranks - Hope Uncle Sam isn’t too fond of this pack and rifle, ‘cause if I need to get out of somewhere fast, I’m not carrying anything extra! I didn’t get drafted to be some kind of hero!
Yeah, no. Draftees, enlistees, professionals - we were all of one mind. Utter contempt for the Recon Platoon. The guys who were willing to lend them weapons were not much kinder. “Don’t you lose that one, too! Bring ‘er back to me. Y’all seem to be careless people.”
They left the wire half-armed. And guess what? They found all of their stuff, right where they left it. Weapons, packs, grenades, ammo, porn, shotgun-bong, rolling papers - ALL of it. Turns out the NVA weren’t expecting them to be there. The NVA patrol ran just as hard the other way.
By the time they got back in the wire, the Colonel had helicoptered in. They were disbanded on the spot. They gave us our weapons back, put all of their weapons in a cargo net, and boarded a gaggle of choppers, weaponless, missionless, useless cowards, headed back to the rear area for assignment somewhere that did not require courage or faithfulness.
I have to say, it was hard to watch them. I even felt sorry for them. Not our grunts. Those guys had left them without protection, then they ran away. It was an unimaginable betrayal. The grunts watched with steely eyes. Nobody even wanted those nifty weapons. They were tainted, I guess. I thought so too.
Deever was one of the guys who lent out his rifle to them. The CP RTOs were sitting on sandbags watching the Recon Platoon file onto helicopters. One of the CP Sergeants said [paraphrasing], “Deever, you gave them your rifle. Not like you were using it, but howcome? Is it because those guys are on your side? They didn’t want to fight either.”
Danny didn’t take offense. He looked thoughtful as he watched the helicopters leave. “No. Not my people. They said they would protect us. Then they dropped their weapons and ran. They would’ve left us high and dry. Fuck those guys.”
The CP people looked surprised, but nobody said anything. Some of them nodded.
Backward Observing
All this Vietnam stuff stuck with me when I got home. I struggled to make it less important and make the career and family I had acquired more important. I was not succeeding very well. I staggered through school, got a degree and a dream job in a beautiful part of Colorado.
I couldn’t make the job matter, couldn’t seem to do the easy work that I was assigned. I was just augering in for about a year. Finally, I couldn’t stand myself any more. Thirteen years after Vietnam, I decided that I was a worthless piece of shit doing more harm than good for the people who were depending on me. Time to go.
So one morning, I stayed home from work. I had already gotten a handgun. It was time.
And I couldn’t do it. Hands and arms wouldn’t work. I was floored. I couldn’t believe it. I had no alternative course of action, this was my last resort. Turns out I had no resort. I just sat there, numb and dismayed until my wife came home and transported me up the nearest VA Psych Ward. I sleepwalked through it as they processed me in, took all my stuff, gave me blue pajamas, plastic slippers and a garishly-striped bathrobe.
I was utterly defeated. I had expected to be dead by now. I think I was trying to get dead in spite of my traitor arms and hands. Wasn’t working.
The voice in my head - my voice - was furious and unforgiving. You killed ALL of those people, people you didn’t even KNOW, people who probably didn’t even deserve to die! YOU killed them! And now there is only ONE person on the planet that you KNOW deserves to DIE! And you CAN’T kill him? What kind of mewling coward does that MAKE you? How could you NOT be ABLE to do that one, last, simple chore?
And so on. Relentless. I had no answers. But I kept thinking of a dead NVA I had spent time with in the field. And Danny Deever, for some reason. Maybe he was the only for-sure coward I knew. Maybe - since I was going to force myself to go on living - I was looking for a role model.
I wrestled with my internal harangue for a couple of weeks while I was in-patient. I kept coming back to the idea that even Danny wasn’t a role model for contemptible me. He had - in a manner of speaking - bravely stuck to his guns throughout his military ordeal. He never promised us anything, and he never even pretended he was willing to fight. And he took some risk by doing that. By comparison to me, he was fucking Audie Murphy.
Finally I was imagining that Danny was there in my head, too, listening to all my diatribes. Then he spoke to me. (I know that sounds psycho, but it was a Psych Ward, so gimme some slack here.) I kept seeing Danny sitting on the sandbags as that Recon Platoon dude sidled up to him to give him his rifle back, then beat feet over to the helicopter and go some place where not everyone knew what a puking fake and coward he was. In contrast, Danny was willing to take all we had to dish out. If he wasn’t such a coward, you might even call him brave.
I imagined Danny talking to me. “I’m here inside your head! Far out! And you know that guy who looks just like you who is doing all the yelling in here? That guy is as full of shit as anyone in the Recon Platoon. He’s a coward - he wants you to run away, man. He’s afraid.
“You really think your kids will be better off without you? You think the world will be better? Bullshit. Don’t run. Stay and fight. Fight through the humiliation and contempt. Fight for the people who love you, the people you love. Fight for yourself.”
Took me some time to come around to that way of thinking. It’s a lot easier to tell that kind of thing to someone else than it is to prescribe humiliation and dishonor for yourself. Takes courage.
Huh. Hard for me to admit that, even now. Doesn’t seem like courage, but looking at it from Danny’s point of view... I dunno. I spent a lot of time in the Psych Ward giving the same advice to others. Courage. Don’t give up. Don’t surrender. Don’t run away. Turn and face it. Own it.
I just had to choke down my own medicine. Was certainly harder than prescribing it for someone else. And Danny... Fuck Danny. Sonofabitch turned out to be braver than I thought. Saved me, if you can call this life I’m living worth saving.
You know what? I think it is worth saving. I came here to say that.
Your life too. Listen to Danny Deever, the ratfuck coward. Help comes from unexpected places - any combat vet knows that. Maybe he can help save you, too. Courage.

I am a 20 years old male and was a virgin till one of my friends took me to have sex with a prostitute(lots of girls in my country are not rdy for sex until marriage).
My foreskin is not circumcisied and I mastrubated with my foreskin not pulled since these days. The problem is when I have sex,foreskin is automatically pulled(that's not the problem) and it take so long(about 45 minutes) to cum. I am not controling not to cum.I wish to cum actually when the prostitute start telling me like her vagina become so hot(high temperature hot😄) and asking questions like "Did u take some pills to last long?" I mean I know the average vaginal sex mostly took about 10-15 minutes.
What I worry is when I have a girlfriend and when we have sex,the problem of lasting so long will make her feel pain? Thats what I worry. Guys help me. Should I consult with a doctor to remove my foreskin?

Ok guys. I want to speak with you about cure, subreddit, and especially about cured people. But, at start, we need to mention that our subreddit is one of the darkest side of Reddit. Previously, several months ago i know a little about Reddit. In my region it's not so popular. I discovered about it after found out about pssd. Also i found here pssdhealing, however it's not so happy as many of us expected. I mean, yea, there are positive stories, people cured pssd and so on. It's give motivation don't give up. But, as i mentioned previously, pssd subreddit is still dark side of our little world. Maybe you say problem is people. But it's not people's fault. People don't want to be so miserable, they don't want to be with these problems. Ok, probably it's our asylum. But for every creature there is his own place. This place for us is pssd subreddit. Cause out of this "world", how many people understand us? Or how many people rdy to hear about struggling? Everyone should do their own conclusion about it. We must accept every new member, if he rdy to come here. Because most of us already exist in hell, so for me it's strange to hear that pssd is asylum. It's one part of my speech.
Second part is about cured people and what is problem of pssd. I warn you that is a hard part, so for many people i would recommend not to continue reading the next text. It's my thoughts, my conclusions, you can disagree with it. I have read many cured stories. But for me it's still not enough. It's not enough to persuade me to continue struggling with it over 3,4,5 years and more. I read about exercise, foods, diet, supplements and meds. About hope and about crash. About thousands and one hypothesis. And still it's all just hypothesis. Against what we fight? Toxins? Serotonin? Virus or changed genes? Unfortunately, we must recognise that our problem is not "our" problem. Here we are united by reason and symptoms. But in fact, every person has his personal mechanism of problem. It's not be the secret, that someone got pssd from depression. We can't deny that fact. For someone problem is in hypersensitivity to drugs, especially, who take one or two pills. And of course, someone has got really injured by meds, it's a hardest case and don't include just pssd. These cases have a very little chance to be cured, unfortunately. Someone has psychosomatic problem. I mean when people get pssd after several months when stopped taking antidepressants. It's not fault of drugs, it's fault of stress and psychological problems. Recently we had an example, when man got ED after found our subReddit. Cause in subReddit or AD? No, cause in mind of this young man. So, next about "cured" people. Where are they? It's very funny when people say that cured man or woman doesn't come here again after cured. And one more funny, when one man said that he heard from another man who know about 30 "cured" persons. Probably it sounds something naive, isn't? I don't want to ruin people's hope, but want to do something clear about all this fantastic stories. I do not remember about how many, but about 800 recorded cases Healy has? For 20-30 years? I don't say about amounts of pssd cases, i would like to say how little we know about cured stories here. Probably it's because people usually are not cured with time, supplements,meds, etc. And unfortunately this is a realistic truth. The longest period I found was 30 years with pssd. Also there are 10, 15, 20 years. I don't want to be toxic and i never was him. But this problem did it with me. It's just my thoughts and my view of perspective future.

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Hi Folks,
Wanted to share my story so far. I had responded on another thread that my surgery was partially approved by UHC and I had decided to go through with the surgery. My total RDI has always been well into the 30s lower 40s and has been a 20 years of struggling to manage.
We did suspect surgery would be viable since the root cause was likely the result of retrognathia. The latter was confirmed by CBCT. Note that we had attempted to correct the deficiency via a Herbst appliance decades ago but it either didn't do enough or it didn't hold.
Surgery was on Monday and involved an MMA/LeFort1 with a total jaw advancement of 7.5mm, and some fancy jaw rotation changes that went in one ear and out the other; my surgeons specialty is reconstructive so there were elements of plastic surgery thrown in to compensate for the facial changes. This part was NOT covered by insurance so I ended up footing a roughly 11k bill for some uncovered services.
So far I can feel major improvement but there's still too much swelling. All I know is that I can stand up straight against the wall for the first time in probably 30 years.
Here's my initial feedback on recovery. The surgery is brutal, at least mine feels that way, so don't take this decision lightly

1. Recovery is absolutely brutal. My mouth is tightly banded shut so mouth breathing is limited and swelling made nasal breathing tough.
2. I'm claustrophobic so the breathing issues caused me to panic a few times.
3. You'll be drinking fluids through a syringe for 8-10 days. Make sure some of that has caloric value like bone broth otherwise you'll find yourself on your ass from weakness.
4. Drink as much fluid as you can in general. People do end up back in the ER with dehydration. So far I've been ok.
5. Stock up on Vaseline for your lips. They will peel and they will peel badly.
6. Liquid Tylenol is a god send. I prefer the grape over the cherry, cherry gave me heartburn.
7. Make sure they send you home with a pill crusher. I had to take an antacid crushed and dissolved in water because of the aforementioned cherry shite.
8. Ice ice baby.
9. Give it time, this will take a few days just to get over the inflammation. Wednesday I nearly has a breakdown because I didn't think I could manage my jaw being shut for so long. Today was a good day.

Good Evening you crazy people, here it is, and a bit earlier this time, a good hour and a half before midnight, so as always, comments and constructive criticism in the comment are very much appreciated
and now, have at it!
previous first next.
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Taruk:
"What can we do about this Mushty? Is it possible to change to a different FTL lane?" Taruk was pacing back and forth on the bridge, rubbing his hands.
"Well, sure we can change FTL lane, but that will add a significant amount of travel time, but choosing one that takes us closer to Republic controlled space will be safer. Do you want me to plot a course and give an estimate of our new travel time?" Mushty was sitting in her captains chair already plotting several new courses trying to get estimates on travel time, and looking for empty slots in the FTL lanes travel system.
"Don't bother giving me an estimate, choose one that's far safer than our current path and make the shift, Ethan is no way prepared to deal with a full on pirate assault." Taruk was wringing his hands at this point.
"Should i get our old gear out, just to be safe?"
"Once your done with the new course, I don't think it will be a bad idea to at least be prepared, we are still only just a day or so away from the station, what is the likelihood of getting attacked so close to a Republic station."
Ethan:
Suddenly Ethan felt a cold shiver run down his spine. "This can't be good" he thought as he was carrying two chairs and a table towards the cargo bay, a small red and white cross patterned bundle lay atop the table, containing a set of plates, cutlery, glasses and a candlestick, made to look like brass, complete with candles.
Once in the cargo bay he found a nice corner spot and put it all down, but before he started to set up he needed to change, so off the engineering bay once more, last he was there all the fabric was done but nothing had been collected yet.
Upon entering, he saw that both Tifa and Tonfa was standing there admiring the new dress Tonfa had designed.
Ethan cleared his throat, which made the two Loraxian spin on their heels and instantly hide the dress behind their backs.
"Ethan? What are you doing here?"
"I was going to pick up the clothes I had printed for our date, also I have question for Tifa."
"Oh yeah, what might that be?"
Ethan could hear the trepidation in her voice.
"I was wondering if there was some kind of translation system implemented on my data pad that let's me write in my language and it then converts it to what ever language that's the most universal standard?"
"Not that I'm aware of no, but it doesn't sound like it would be to much of a problem to make, maybe... Maybe we could work on it together, you know, like a date... Thing?"
"You know what, that could actually be kind of a fun date thing to do. Hey Tonfa if you aren't to busy in about an hour, could you meet me in the cargo bay? For our date of course."
"Sure Ethan, I'll go get ready right away for our date." she said while glaring at Tifa as walked by on her way out of the room.
"I want to ask you for a favour Tifa, do you still my phone, you know that little data pad looking thing?"
"Yes, I actually put it back together with a little upgrade so that it can connect to the ships network, like our data pads, though the programming language was weird to work with but I made it connect, somehow. I'm still not entirely sure how it works but the bulk on the backside is a data converter that let's your device talk with the ship and share data."
Ethan immediately recognised the passion for the tech and the desire to solve the puzzle that was human coding. As she handed him the phone, that was a bit more clunky than it used to be due to the black lump that now resided on the back of it, she stood next to him swiping away on the screen to show him how she thought it might work.
"That's actually what I wanted you to do, can I transfer data directly to the ship, for example play music or upload schematics?"
"You should be able to do it, it might take some fiddling but it should work."
This was perfect, a romantic candlelit dinner wasn't complete with some tunes to set the mood.
"Thanks Tifa, you're the best, I can hardly wait for our... Date? Yeah, date."
He gave her a sideways hug after the small tutorial of how it might work, then went to get his new clothes,
"I'll be seeing you later." with a pair of finger pistols he was out the door, swiping and tapping away on the phone to try and make connect with network on the ship.
Tifa had made a crude kind of app the looked awfully a lot like commando prompt on a pc, with different codes he could try to type in, after each code he had to wait for the system to execute the code, convert it to something the ship might understand, so instead of just starring at the screen, he changed and went to the mess hall to get something for them to eat and drink.
While in the mess hall, feeling increasingly more frustrated over the damned phone wouldn't properly connect to the damned ship, Ethan had giving up on printing a fancy three course dinner and had conceded to make something that look similar to pasta with meatballs, using the pictograms on the screen, when suddenly the phone pinged, having connected to the ships network, "But of course it works now, it didn't even see what worked, but hey, it works, that calls for cake. Hmm cake, what looks like cake, maybe that tiramisu looking kinda thing, two of each please. Oh and maybe some wine, that would be sooo nice." grinning while tapping away.
Ethan was actually feeling good about this date, when a thought struck him.
"Wait a minute. If Tonfa, and Tifa for that matter, never have been on a date, they don't know about all the clichés, I can be as cheesy as want, say all kinds of corny shit, and get away with it without eyerolls and groans, this is going to be awesome."
Feeling very giddy while setting up Ethan couldn't help put start whistling a tune and second after started vocalising his excitement.
🎶"Ba-da-da, ba-da-da-da-da-da, ba-da-da
Ba-da-da, ba-da-da-da-da-da, ba-da-da
There used to be a graying tower alone on the sea
You became the light on the dark side of me
Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill
But did you know that when it snows
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen?"🎶
Caught in the moment of finally being happy and singing Ethan spun around and sang full blast, eyes closed, and full of passion
🎶"Baby, I compare you to a kiss from a rose... " he froze as he opened his eyes a saw Tonfa starring at him from a short distance across the bay, his breath caught in his throat as he saw just how fantastic she looked in her dress, the short sleeves and v neck, the tight fit all the way down to her hips, showing of her lithe shape, the billowing skirt, stopping just below her knees, the fact she didn't wear any shoes made her seem even more natural.
"How long have you been standing there?? Wait, don't answer." he hurried, as she made to answer his first question. Blushing profusely.
"That's not what I wanted to be the first thing I said to you. I mean, what I want to say is, wow you look gorgeous."
Ethan saw how her ears vibrated, it was so adorable.
"You don't look half bad yourself mister. What was that you where doing before, that high pitched thing?" She was clearly trying to as confident as possible, and it was working.
"That's called whistling, you pout our mouth 'wrike rish and bwow'" Ethan let out four tones each climbing in pitch, before ending with a little tune.
He couldn't help but start laughing when Tonfa tried the same, but her lips just couldn't form that way, no matter how hard she tried and scrounged up her face, all that came out was a lot of air and sputtering.
"I think that with practice you might be able to produce something akin to a whistle."
“Come sit with me, I've tried to make a romantic date, well romantic by human standards, this would be, in my opinion, a very romantic date. This is the place where you so blatantly asked me to... Well you know, you where there, so I thought if we where to give it a go, then why not start here, properly this time." he had said it all with a smile on his lips, but he could still see Tonfas mood change a little bit.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you, I just thought it would be a little funny thing we could have, between the two of us."
"it's okay Ethan, I... It is just not a joking matter, not yet, anyway." she was looking down at her feet, one arm rubbing the other.
“Hey come here." he said softly while slowly embracing her, giving her a consolidating back rub. "I promise I won't joke about it until you say that it's okay, okay?" He looked at her and swore he could see her blush just beneath the short fur on her cheeks.
She gave him a little nod and pushed herself past him towards the table.
"So what's all this then, the food I can tell but talk me through the rest."
Ethan smiled, glad that his little fumble was past them now and joined her at the table
"First off, we have spaghetti and meatballs, sort of, accompanied by a, what I presume is a lovely bottle, of fermented fruit. Then for dessert, we have a nice tiramisu, or the only thing I could find that looked remotely like cake. For added romance, candlelight!" he said with a flourish as he lit them with a small lighter. "And some music."with a push of a button soft jazz started flowing from the announcement speakers that where spread out all over the ship.
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Taruk:
He had been monitoring the entire sector alongside Mushty, when all of a sudden wierd music started coming from the announcement speakers.
"By the stars! What is this? Mushty, are you playing tricks on me again?" she was known to play the odd trick once in a while, but if this was her doing, poor timing. Ever since they left their FTL lane, Taruk had been a nervous wreck. If you got robbed by pirates on an FTL lane, insurance would cover you, but outside, that was on you, and Taruk would take a big hit if this cargo was stolen.
"It is not me old friend, scanning ships system now, hold on... Its an internal source, but the terminal is of unknown origin. Do you think Ethan might have a thing to do with this?"
"Hmm yes, maybe, I'll go ask him. He is still in the cargo bay yes?"
"Yes, he and that Loraxian scientist is... Having dinner? In the cargo bay? Taruk who even are these people?"
"Good people." he said as he walked through the door.
Walking through the ship, listening to the strange music playing, he felt an otherworldly calm fall upon him, like a blanket of serenity was slowly drawn over him making him slow his pace slightly to match the flow of the music.
The doors opened up to a dimly lit cargo bay, Ethan and Tonfa illuminated by three small pillars between them, with a live flame at the very top, both enraptured in the conversation flowing between them.
As he neared the couple, Ethan stood and leaned towards Tonfa, whispering something, then made his way towards Taruk.
"I'm sorry to be interrupting you, but I thought you should be made aware of the current situation." he spoke softly as to not disturb the situation more than necessary.
"What is the current situation Taruk, it can't be good with gear you're wearing, should I prepare for war or something?"
Taruk had completely forgotten that he had donned the equipment that Mushty had found earlier, but was reminded as Ethans eyes wandered from his arms to his legs.
"This is merely a precaution, however, the FTL Lane we were travelling on was no longer as safe, as when we left the station. We are currently in process of switching to a much safer lane, unfortunately that brings us out of controlled FTL lanes and in to unregulated space, meaning, slightly higher risk of... Incidents to occur. We are hoping that due to our short distance to the station that we just left, marauders, thieves and pirates are much less likely to interfere."
"But they do occur? Is there something I should prepare for or what is procedure in case of pirates?"
He hesitated, but eventually answered.
"There will be time later to go through protocol and procedures in case of a hostile encounter with someone less desirable."
"If you say so Taruk, thanks for the update, and you're sure I can go backs to enjoying my date without a care in the world?"
"Yes my friend, go enjoy yourself, I will call if necessary." he walked away from Ethan, once at the door out of the cargo bay he looked back, seeing that his little interruption of their dinner hadn't put any sort of damper on their mood as they where once again deep in conversation he thought to himself.
"Let them have this night in peace."
Tonfa:
Aside from Taruks interruption, this was the most magnificent evening she had ever had, Ethan told so much about himself and asked her in return, about things she loved to talk about, he even agreed to let her do a complete physical test on him, on the one condition she be wearing a complete environmental suit, they had a good chuckle about that.
During dinner Ethan had procured a bottle of some fruit wine that hailed from her peoples home planet, she smiled and asked how he had known where the bottle came from, that it actually meant a lot to her, to which he applied, that a “magician” never revealed his tricks, but she had suspicions that someone had helped him.
“What happens now, that all the food is gone? And the wonderful wine is almost gone.” she eyed the small amount left in Ethans glass.
“Now my lady.” Ethan said just before he bottomed the glass. “Now, we dance.”
he swiped at his little data pad and the rhythm of the music changed, Tonfa closed her eyes and could fell her spirit being lifted by the music, what a powerful tool this music was that Ethan so readily had at his fingertips.
When she opened her eyes again, she felt he stomach turn into knots, as Ethan stood in front of her with a hand stretched towards her.
As she tentatively grabbed, he yanked her to her feet, even though she was quite a bit taller than him, it seemed so effortless, she didn’t know what to do with herself, but that didn’t seem to bother Ethan much, as he simply started leading her away from the table with a little pep in his step, before twirling her around.
Music. Wine. Movement. The world went by so fast, again and again she thought she would fall but there would Ethan be, catching her, spinning her around, she felt her self smiling and giggling. Slowly the music faded and was replaced by something a little slower, out of breath she suddenly tensed when she felt Ethan change his stance and was in an instant much closer to her, one hand on her lower back and holding her in the other, in sync with the rhythm, he started swaying and she quickly follow suit.
Just as the music started slowing down it was suddenly cut short by a high chime, shaken of the trance she was in she felt Ethan rush from her to the table where he pick up his tiny tablet.
Seconds past and he turned towards her, fear in his eyes but he wasn’t looking at her, but beyond her, she turned her head to what ever it was that had grabbed Ethans attention so, and saw a red ring forming on the cargo bays loading ramp.
Fear froze her in to a near catatonic state, only when she felt Ethans hand on the back of her head, him shouting in her face to get down, did she react, she did as he screamed, all bundled up into a small as possible figure.
Ethan placed himself between her and the inevitable hole to come, got down on his knees, body and arms stretched around her as he grabbed the grated floor and braced for impact.
“Take a deep breath, its about to get real cold and quiet in here.”
And then... Silence.

If you didn’t know already it is startling just how many people aren’t getting in recommended daily vitamins and minerals. Many people are deficient in such vitals things as vitamins d, c, and a. Too common are people not getting in a good amount of potassium, magnesium, copper, or zinc... important for either a healthy brain, nervous system functions, or hormone production. Lastly the number of people that don’t get in their omega fatty acids is disappointing with how often we are told to get in thsee highly beneficial macros.This is despite most people either eating enough or too much. Take a second to realize that we live in a world where it is common to be both obese and malnourished at the same time. With this being the case, how do you think people do when they intentionally eat less to lose weight. Depends, cause some people opt to eat healthier foods specifically when they go on a diet so they can enjoy the lower calorie dense, higher protie, and fiber rich foods. In many cases people become confused as to why they feel better on a 500+ calories deficient then when they are eating too much. This is the reason, you stop eating junk that only give you calories and start eat quality foods that give you so much more per gram, obviously you will feel much better very quickly.
I lost most of the weight over 8 months ago, I still eat the same health foods cause I have learned to like them and cook a high variety of things with them. Plus when you feel better eating a healthy food on a diet, imagine how much better you‘ll feel when you eat a larger quantity of the same healthy foods without trying to lose weight? It’s amazing, my capacity to be comfortably productive and active all day every day is off the charts. A year and half ago when I was over 55% body fat I couldn’t hardly deal with any significant effort for more then 30 minutes before feeling sick.
Another thing when people try to lose weight many will go into the gym to pick up the pace and allow them to eat a little more as well. However if they are still eating mostly empty calories they may find that the gym is more suffering then it is worth after the first few weeks. When you increase your work volume for the day at a higher intensity, this is when your deficiencies really impact you, not when you are resting and being as you want all the time. No, it is when you force yourself to consistently move behond your typical comfort level. This is when your low electrolytes, insufficient protien, low omegas, and lacking hormones will impact you and result in feeling worse... trouble recovering, and little to no improvement. “I tried to get stronger, ate plenty of protien. I don’t think I can improve and lose fat at the same time.” Well were you eating enough omegas and zinc cause a deficiency in either one of these will screw you over. The common lack of zinc is one of the reason why whey supplements are so effective, they sneak 20% or more of your RDI into it in order to help make sure you are producing enough growth hormones. There is also why just about every pro athlete uses fish oil pills, omegas are crucial for efficient cell production.Then let’s say you want better result then just good enough to be healthy, maybe you want big muscles, higher endurance, or wanna excel at an activity. In this case the recommended daily intake isn’t enough for many things. The RDI for various nutrients is meant for normal people with normal levels of activity and normal life styles. If you do more then 5 miles of cardio a day, resistance train for more then an hour, and do some form of functional specificity training then you will need more then RDI to get the better result, feel good, and recover fast fully. Everyone knows you need more protien and rest but they don’t eats more vegetables and fruits for more vitamins and mineral which you will also need more of. Again the protien powders are so effective for a reason. It’s not magic, the manufacturer just knows that most people aren’t competent enough to include more of this stuff in their diet so they add it to help you succeed so you will continue to buy their product, so you won’t give up due to lack luster results.
So I take great satisfaction consistently cooking a variety of things with the following foods almost every day. I feel great and recover from 3 or more hours of training each day, no rests. Doesn’t matter my goal, these foods are a must for me.
-oysters(120 grams cooked two-three meals a week in this case. Insanely nutritious I’m so many things even for a sea food, to the point that going 3-4 days without them is inconsequential)
-spinach
-collard greens
-broccoli
-strawberries
-non fat yogurt with live cultures
-oats
-flax seeds
-olives(whole, butter, oil)
-almonds/walnuts
-Whole eggs/egg white(1-2 egg yolks a day and the rest in whites as desired, yolks are good for you and provide a ton of benefits but the as of law of diminishing return hits and the saturated fats increase with each additional gram it just isn’t helping you after the second yolk enough to justify the bad cholesterol cost... moderation).
-black tea/coffee
-whey isolate and casein powder(isolate after energy demanding exercises like 40 minutes or more cardio, casein before sleepy time).
-fish oil pills
-creatine
-sucralose(does it help me? No. Does it hurt me? Not in any proven way as of yet. Does it consistently help prevent me from even thinking about junk food ps to begin with? Very effectively. At this point I don’t need sucralose to not eat junk... I am too far and too happy to give in now, even then why try to fix something that ain’t broke?)
Its likely not much stuff you ain’t heard of before, and yet still so many people don’t even get close to the minimum healthy RDIs, yet here I am exceeding most things by more then double without issue and feeling/doing great for it.

Guys, atm im running a 100k (or try at least). Me against me. Im at km 56, with 6:20h on the clock. Do u have some motivation for me? Goal is to finish under 12h.
So heres how it did go:
I started around 5:30. My support driver called me the day before, he wont come. No problem, i carry my bag myself. I had my mother at km 30 with a bread and butter and drinks to fill up. My 2nd „station“ was my brother at km 45 with a plate of evrything i would need he told me. There was bread with cheese, meat, salad, salty snacks, magnesium pulver, and also some powerbars. Aswell drinks to fill up. I could choose what i wanted. After that, i had my mother again at km 60. But the weather got so nice she was tired of waiting for me and did go for a walk by herself w/o putting some in front door to refill. So far so good. Supermarkets would be on the way, but i forgot my wallet. I could pay with the garmin if they would have nfc thing.
So i got up in the morning, walked with my dog, then come back home and rdy to start. When i started the run i wasnt rly motivated, or lets say i had respect from my plan. I started at 5degrees celsius, with a merino jacket and a windbreaker. the forecast was fog, sun and clouds, but no rain. I live in the mountains, so u should be prepared for rain aswell. in my backpag was 2 Bananas. 3 latches. 3 Powerbars. and some small stuff like a creme, tissues, headphones etc
After km7 i recognized i forgot my snacks, and wallet. Turning around wasnt a thing, cuz of the lack of motivation. The fog didnt appeared so it got quite fast too warm for me. My first drop was at my moms house. Ok, carry the jacket into the running backpack. (5Liters) I didnt found a real rythm to run and it was too warm. After 1h i did eat the first banana. (no breakfast, im used to it up to half marathon without. After 2nd hour 1 latch. At 25km i put in my headphones and eat 2nd banana and first powerbar gel. At km 30 my thigh and my left knee said hello the first time. So far so good. I kept carry on with 5km run, 3-500m fast walk. I was well in my time plan. When i arrived my brothers house i was rly happy with the menu i could choose from, but also told him i still have like no motivation at all to kept running. i changed shoes from altra rivera to altra torin 5, that i deponated at his location. But i wanted to break my actual record of 50k. He said, dont worry call me anytime and i bring u home. But i refused to and kept on running towards back home. I felt quite good, the eating and also the salt pill he gave me helpd my thighs. he drove like 4km with the bike with me, talked a little bit and pushed me to keep goin for at least 55/60k. So i called my mom and the surpise was real. Ok, might happen, keep on going. When i wrote the reddit post i kept like running for 3km and walk 300m. It wasnt flat, i did walk all the uphills to not waste energy there. At km 59 i did go to a random house and asked for some salt, like quartehalf a tea spoon of salt and fresh water. After like 5-7nips of salt water and normal water my stomach said hello mr, i dont like salt water. From there on it wasnt a pleasure anymore, more and more my stomach wanted to give up. After nearly throwing up several times i found a bench to rest. That was at km 66,xx. After resting ~10minutes (yes i sat the fuck down, i will never ever do it again) i wanted to stand up but legs said - u sat alrdy down, our jobs done. i tried to walk (it felt like a penguin if u watch them) i was able to run some meters but from there on it was over. I fighted to fill up 70km and my gf picked me up then.
What i will change next time?
No salt water for sure. More magnesium and salt pills. A 2nd full menu at km 60 and something at around 80.
the surface was like 68km road, 500m grass and rest crushed rock/ side verge.
What did my trainig looked like? 3 weeks of 10-15km runs at that slow pace 6:30-6:45. Im used for easy runs at around 5:15. Im not lying, i dont recommend that distance with that amount of training, short runs. But i knew i was able to do so becuz i have a strong mind, what pain in legs affects. I will definitely try again february i think, when roads are free of snow. Sorry, english isnt my main language, if u find mistakes, keep em ;).
Thank u for all the positve feedback and i will come back with a 100k, i promise. Quick facts: Distance 70k Total time 8h25min Average heart rate 150. (my max is 205, anaerobic threshold at 179) Avg pace 6:59 Avg cadence 150 (says garmin)

so there i was a florida man with 2 acid tabs and my handy dph pills and a whole day ahead of me, i take one and 1/3 tabs and go to walmart and publix to buy a suspicious amount of dairy products(rdywip), its been like an hour and im trippin balls and i go on with my day until i tell my freind who is also the dealer who sold me the tabs that im tripping over my nuts so he says we should smoke next thing you know i pop half a dph pill pick him up go to some guys trailer in the middle of a sketchy biker gang trailer park and i bust out a bottle of some dxm hbr and my cans of rdy whip and we pour half the bottle in a sprite 4 ltr and sip i took one more dph pill and hit n02 and smoked alot with tabacco in the bong sometimes and omg..... i hit a fresh ready whip can till it was out all in one and the guy next to me that i just met looks at me as i breath out and he says "i feel like if seen you before" and then that just echos and i look at the bottle of sprite and my vision zoomed in to it and like the reflection of the bottle was everywhere and then i moved my head to the right and my vision was frozen on that scene for like a whole minute and i was trippin out and trying to say anything it was intense. i am now officially sober for college see this page in 4 years :/

Albums

Chunk! No, Captain Chunk! - Gone Are The Good Days
Aim High - Local Band Forever -- Missed Last Week
Anthony Green - Live at Studio 4
The Ghost Inside - Rise From The Ashes: Live At The Shrine
VIAL - LOUDMOUTH
Lakes - Start Again
Fight Club - Until The Sun Drowns
Bicurious - (re)constructed
Lantlôs - Wildhund
Creeper - American Noir (EP)
Young Culture - Godspeed (EP)
Lauran Hibbard - Goober (EP)
SoSo - I Wouldn't Call This Success...but It's Close Enough (EP)
The Difference Between - Detach: Envenom (EP)
Sparing - Old Dreams (EP)
The Effens - Eventually (EP)
Wine Moms - Daryl (EP) -- Missed Last Week ( u/monkeyinhat999's band )

Singles

All Time Low (feat. Pale Waves) - PMA
New Found Glory - Backseat
Angels & Airwaves - Losing My Mind
Real Friends - Nervous Wreck (Reimagined) / Storyteller (Reimagined)
PVRIS - Monster
Meet Me @ The Altar - Brighter Days (Are Before Us)
Anti-Flag - That's When I Reach for My Revolver (Bonus Track)
Hot Milk - I Think I Hate Myself
Turnstile - BLACKOUT
Spiritbox - Constance (Acoustic)
The Plot In You - Face Me
Point North - Erase You
A Great Big Pile of Leaves - Hit Reset
Oldsoul - Safety Net
Dave Hause - Sandy Sheets
Cherie Amour - Orlando
LiL Lotus - Rooftop
The Bronx - Mexican Summer
zebrahead - Lay Me to Rest
Mansions - Drivers License (Olivia Rodrigo Cover)
Modern Error - Error Of The World
snow ellet - wine on the carpet
Profiler - Revert
gloo - Swimming In Your Sea
Des Rocs - MMC
The Seafloor Cinema - Tap Tapply / Drip God
Jutes - Broke Boy
Chad Tepper - Hollywood Stars
Normandie - Babylon (Acoustic Version)
Sorry Ghost - Swept Up
UNWELL - Solstice
Sad Park - Nothing Ever
Amyl and The Sniffers - Security
Boy Hero - Do You Recall
Dooms Children - Psyche Hospital Blues
Ergo (feat. Bria) - I'D PUT A HAMBURGER IN A BLENDER FOR YOU <3
Moon Fever - Single All Summer
Zuzu - My Old Life
downcast - britannia mills
snake eyes - happy pills
PALESKIN - IN TWO
Liotta Seoul - Like Me
Sonic Blume - Happy
Sullii - not for now
Goodbye Honolulu - You and Me
Ready For Mars - End Of The Run
Apollo Junction - When We Grow Up
Two Day Coma - I Need a Nurse
Gustaf - Book
Liily - Odds Are It's Blue
Matter Of Mind - Take It Back

Other

Indie/Pop
Billie Eilish - Happier Than Ever (Album)
Bleachers - Take the Sadness Out of Saturday Night (Album)
Prince - Welcome 2 America (Album)
Isaiah Rashad - The House Is Burning (Album)
Logic - Bobby Tarantino III (Album)
The Kid LAROI - F*CK LOVE 3+: OVER YOU (Album)
TORRES - Thirstier (Album)
Los Lobos - Native Sons (Album)
KID BRUNSWICK - XFOREVER (Album)
Newspeak - Turn (Album)
Durand Jones & The Indications - Private Space (Album)
Yola - Stand For Myself (Album)
LUMP - Animal (Album)
Leela James - See Me (Album)
DāM-FunK - Above The Fray (Album)
Alan Vega - After Dark (Album)
SEB - IT'S OKAY, WE'RE DREAMING (EP)
Taylor Swift - the lakes (original version) (Single)
Silk Sonic - Skate (Single)
Third Eye Blind - Box of Bones (Single)
Dermot Kennedy - Better Days (Single)
Angel Olsen - Safety Dance (Men Without Hats Cover) (Single)
The Knocks (feat. Rivers Cuomo & Royal & the Serpent) - Sound the Alarm (Single)
Lifehouse - Dragonflies (Single)
familypet (feat. shinigami) - payphone (Single)
Rosenfeld - Body (Single)
DallasK (feat. Lauv) - Try Again (Single)
PEAKS! - Turin (Single)
Rock
Dee Snider - Leave A Scar (Album)
Paradise Now - We Never Die (Album)
Ingested - The Surreption II (Album)
The Five Hundred - A World on Fire (Album)
Seether - Wasteland - The Purgatory (EP)
Cradle Of Filth - Crawling King Chaos (Single)
Poppy - Flux (Single)
Volbeat - Don't Tread on Me (Metallica Cover) (Single)
Jinjer - Mediator (Single)
The Record Company - Paradise (Single)
The Glorious Sons - Hold Steady (Single)
Danko Jones - Start the Show (Single)
SASAMI - Sorry Entertainer (Single)
Signs of the Swarm (feat. Alex Erian) - Hollow Prison (Single)
Rivers of Nihil - Clean (Single)
Joyous Wolf - Fearless (Single)
Bokassa - Burn It All (P.T.S.D.E.A.D) (Single)
Neptune Rain - Bitter Pill (Single)
Aranda - Compartmentalize (Single)
The Omnific - Scurryfunge (Single)
Luna Bay - Trigger (Reload) (Single)
Ingrown - Hard Time (Single)
The Trews - The Wanderer (Single)
Last Hounds - Bleed (Single)
The Family Rain - Head in a Hornet's Nest (Single)
Words Of Farewell - Born of Sleep (Single)
Chaos Commute - Cancer Cell (Single)
Jerry Cantrell - Atone (Single)

For this post, we're assuming RDI, although I always keep an open mind. Something I've been curious about for a while, and have seen brief mentions of, but never fully discussed, is the possible involvement of alcohol. I'd love to know more about whether we have evidence to answer this question.
In my opinion, IF John and/or Patsy had been drinking, it could answer a few of the questions, and explain things that don't make sense.
So, we know they were at a Christmas party. It's not unreasonable to think they may have had a few to drink, and maybe a few too many.
Perhaps Patsy had a couple to settle her nerves before the party. We know there was a big argument because Jonbenet wouldn't wear the matching outfit that Patsy wanted her to wear, and we know that tensions were running high because Jonbenet wasn't pleased with the lookalike doll that was one of her presents. These are the points from the Ramseys' own story. There could have been any number of other arguments that we don't know about. If Patsy was frazzled, she could have had a swift drink to calm down, and then continued a the party.
Perhaps John had a couple at the party, and then drove home when he shouldn't have? Maybe that's why he stayed in the car, and didn't go into the Stines?
Perhaps John came home, and grabbed a scotch before going to bed?
Perhaps John and/or Patsy were taking medication which shouldn't have mixed with drink? We know from their own story that they both took sleeping pills, and many other things.
If either of them, or both of them, were slightly too drunk, it might explain why they behaved in the way they did, and it might explain the gap that we are all struggling to understand between nice, normal people who have never been in trouble, to suddenly people who cover up a murder?
Alcohol could explain why Patsy could have hit Jonbenet harder than she would have normally done.
One point I find hard is believing John (the nice, mild-mannered, softly spoken person we see in interviews) could be capable of molesting his child, and indeed killing her, especially on Christmas Day/Night, the happiest family time of the year. An interesting point that Straydog77 made a while back when discussing this, is that this could explain the very reason why it did happen then of all times. The festive season, whilst being a wholesome, sacred time for families to be happy together, is also a time of excess; it's time for parties, indulgence, drinking, eating, making merry, and letting your hair down after a long year of working. It's a time to treat yourself, and let yourself indulge in things that you would usually restrain from. For most of us, this might be an extra mince pie, or glass of sherry, or another slice of Yule Log. Perhaps this spirit of indulgence would lead somebody (John) into satisfying his unmet urges, and indulging is molestation to quench his thirst, as a treat to himself, kind of like an additional cigarette at the end of a party. I feel awful writing like this, but don't know how else to say it.
There are so many points about this case that don't make sense, and we can't understand why normal people would behave in certain ways, and this is why we can't fully accept RDI, or have reservations about it. But, if we imagine two drunk parents who aren't in their right minds, suddenly faced with an unconscious child, it becomes easier to imagine why they would make unwise decisions.
Does anyone have any thoughts, examples, evidence?

I have obstruction through my nose that I can never breath through.
My sleep study showed I had 62 RDI’s (arousal’s). My oxygen dropped to 85% because I was suffocating, and because of that my heart rate jacked up from my resting heart rate (which is 35 bc I am a runner, and it jacked up to 87.)
I have not been getting adequate restful sleep for 2 years. No wonder why I feel like shit ALL the time.
No doctor was smart enough to tell me, “uhhhh how’s you’re sleep?”
All they ever told me is that I’m depressed and have anxiety and that I need to see a physiologist. Wanted to make me a walking pharmaceutical company and throw drugs.
I would HIGHLY recommend taking a wholistic approach, where they look at everything.
Hormones, Genetics, Toxins, Allergies, Food Allergies, Diet, Overall lifestyle, and in my case.... Sleep.
Looking back I really was not feeling good for about 2 years, becoming more fatigued. However the fog seriously got bad about 8 months ago.
Take the wholesistic approach, because guess what... if you’re not feeling good, uuuhhh duh you are going to be showing symptoms that make you feel depressed and have anxiety. For me it was the fear of the unknown.
One might have depression and that might be the underlying cause for the fog. However for me I KNEW it was something else and I refused to take a pill.
God bless and I really hope all of you find the cause and move FORWARD in life. Much love. I will keep y’all updated on my progress!

Went to take my (multiple) meds before bed tn to realize I was out of a certain one cuz I had upped the dosage to 3 pills from 2 daily recently and needed to refill sooner than usual. so I went hunting for a few to take till I could get to the pharmacy. Got all excited when I found 2 little pills randomly in an old unmarked pill bottle and gulped em down. Getting rdy for bed later and notice I am feeling wired! Racing heart, kinda anxious and restless.like I shud be doing something- anything but it's 11pm and I'm usually an early to bed person. Thats when I realize that my sons ADHD pills look exactly like my meds only with a diff. Dose Number printed nice and tiny on each little pill. Damn. I took 2 doses of ADHD meds at 11 pm when I do not have ADHD. Shit.

ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC5793336
This study was found by searching Google:

• "cronometer.com" site:https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles

1. Introduction

[In 2016] About 39% of adults in the world are overweight and 13% are obese [1]. The prevalence of obesity among U.S. adults is as high as 36.5%; that is, more than one in three American adults are obese [2].
[…]
In 2014, Americans were estimated to spend US$2.5 billion on weight-loss services [8]. The U.S. weight loss market is projected to grow to US$ 66 billion in 2017 [9].

2. Methods

2.1. Selection of Weight-Loss Diet Plans

[At the end of 2016] Selection of specific diet plans was established by a ranking based on number of reviews [of books] on Amazon.com.

Table S1: Top five most reviewed weight-loss diet books on Amazon.com.
Table 1 Summary of three weight-loss diet plans for meal-plan analysis *.

2.2. Meal-Plan Analysis

Seven single-day menus of each diet were sampled to represent one week of menus on each diet regimen (n = 21 menus, 7 menus/diet). Sample menus were manually entered into the online nutrient tracker CRON-O-Meter (https://cronometer.com). CRON-O-Meter is a web-based nutrition and biometric tracking application which features data on over 60 nutrients and contains more than 7500 foods in its databases [18]. CRON-O-Meter was chosen as a tool for nutrient analysis mainly because of its large food database including the U.S. Department of Agriculture (U.S. DA) National Nutrient Database for Standard Reference. Additional databases included in CRON-O-Meter are the Nutrition Coordinating Center Food and Nutrient Database (NCCDB), ESHA Database, Canadian Nutrient File (CNF) and the Irish Food Composition Database (IFCDB).

3. Results

Table 2 Macronutrient content of three weight-loss diet plans *.
Table 3 Micronutrient content of three weight-loss diet plans compared to Dietary Reference Intake (DRI) values for U.S male adults *.
Table 4 Nutrient density * (per 2000 calories) in three weight-loss diet plans compared to Dietary Reference Intake (DRI) values for U.S male adults.

4. Discussion

• hypocaloric vegan (Eat to Live-Vegan, Aggressive Weight Loss; ETL-VAWL)
• high-animal-protein low-carbohydrate (Fast Metabolism Diet; FMD)
• weight maintenance (Eat, Drink and Be Healthy; EDH)

Commercial weight-loss diet plans vary greatly, not only in energy content but also in macronutrient and micronutrient composition [11,13,14]. In the present analysis, protein content in the vegan diet plan (ETL-VAWL) was about 42% lower than in the other two plans (FMD and EDH), which is worth noting due to the role protein plays in preserving muscle mass. Although there are limited data on the risk of nutrient deficiencies among dieters, select weight-loss diets have been evaluated using self-reported dietary recalls or menu analysis. [This is a shitty method.] Menu analysis is an objective method to investigate nutrient profiles of diet plans and is not subject to recall bias due to reliance on participants’ memory. In our menu analysis, out of twenty micronutrients that were assessed, 2–6 essential micronutrients were below 90% of the recommended intakes (DRIs for U.S. male adults) in the three diets. After micronutrient content was standardized to a 2000-calorie diet …

• vitamin D was substantially lower in all diets (9–28% male DRI of 600IU)
• B12 was low in Eat to Live-Vegan, Aggressive Weight Loss (45% male DRI)
• calcium in Fast Metabolism Diet (81% male DRI)
• calcium in Eat, Drink and Be Healthy (66% DRI)

[…]
Given these differences between female and male DRIs, we performed additional analysis using DRIs for U.S. adult women. Without adjustment for energy intake, the following micronutrients did not meet 90% of the recommended intakes for women:

• ETL-VAWL
  • calcium (78% DRI)
  • E (73% DRI)
  • selenium (65% DRI)
  • vitamin B12 (29% DRI)
  • D (6% DRI)
• FMD
  • E (83% DRI)
  • iron (72% DRI)
  • potassium (71% DRI)
  • calcium (46% DRI)
  • D (5% DRI)
• EDH
  • potassium (89% DRI)
  • calcium (67% DRI)
  • D (28% DRI)

Our data are supportive of micronutrient deficits and questionable dietary quality reported in previous work [11,12,13,14]. Daily menus of four weight-loss diets (Atkins for Life, South Beach, DASH, Best Life) were previously analyzed for 27 micronutrients contents and reported to be consistently low in six micronutrients including vitamin B7 (biotin), D, E, chromium, iodine and molybdenum compared to the minimum Reference Daily Intake (RDI) levels …
[…]
A relevant question that needs to be asked is if people who are dieting can realistically achieve adequate nutrient intakes purely via food? Diet optimization research does not support the feasibility of achieving recommended nutrient levels via food only while following diet plans.
[…]
In order to help people achieve recommended intakes of nutrients, the American Medical Association announced its position of advising “all adults to take at least one multivitamin pill each day” [23] and the 2015 DGAC recommended dietary supplements as useful to fill nutrient gaps in the American diet [20].

5. Conclusions

To our knowledge, this study is the first to analyze seven single-day menus and nutrient density to evaluate micronutrient profiles of commercial diet plans (ETL-VAWL, FMD and EDH) compared to DRIs for U.S. male adults. At a daily energy intake of 2000 kcal, the three diets did not provide recommended intakes (<90% DRI) of at least two micronutrients (vitamin D + calcium or B12) and one micronutrient (vitamin D) was below 600 IU (<30% DRI) across all diet plans. Our data complement and support previously published literature that micronutrient deficits are prevalent in weight-loss diet plans. More research is needed to find an optimal balance between macronutrient and micronutrient content in weight-loss diets in order to reduce risk of micronutrient deficiency among dieters. If not, adding an economically effective way of filling nutrient gaps, such as appropriate dietary supplements, should be considered.

Conflicts of Interest

Matthew G. Engel and J. Thomas Brenna do not have any conflict of interest. Hua J. Kern is an employee of the Nature’s Bounty Co. Susan H. Mitmesser was an employee of the Nature’s Bounty Co. when the work was performed.

Also, MDPI (publisher) was included on Jeffrey Beall's list of predatory open access publishing companies. I was told MDPI it is still on Cabell’s predatory journal blacklist (but I do not have a subscription).