I have been having the worst year of my life in terms of mental health and this week my ex came to me and appologized for not taking what i said so seriously and not listening which was nice and all but it also made me realize that i in fact have been trying to get help but noone around me seems to actually care and only when it’s too late for them to help they do.
I used to have so many plans and had those exact picture of how my life would be in the future but now i don’t see that at all, i don’t think about the future at all. I’m too busy staying alive right now and to be honest i don’t think i’ll live long enough yo have any of those things. Being sober for just one day is really hard. Weather i smoke weed, take pills or drink, it’s the only things keeping me going at the moment.
I’m talking to a therapist on thursday having that it can help but every other time i’ve gone they’ve kind of bridges what i’m saying off and i’ve ended up feeling worse than ever. Every day this week i’ve wanted to just end it but i made a promise to my ex that i would message her if i’m about to do something and i don’t want to kill myself and give all that guilt to her bcs i know she’ll blame herself especially after that appology. I also thought about messaging her and telling her i need help and see if she can help me sign me into the psychward but i don’t want to be week and first of all call her and secondly have to take time off off work and such and go to the psychward

i dont see the appeal of being alive, like theres so much shit to do and its never worth it, when good things happen they seem trivial compared to the things that inconvenience me, i wish i had the fucking balls to kill myself already but i cant, i hope someday that i will be at my limit and get rid of myself for good, surely humanity would rejoice at the loss of another mentally ill person who pollutes society, if im not going to contribute then it only makes logical sense to kill myself, noone would want to tolerate me in any way, thats why i have no fucking friends, i keep driving away people by acting in ways that other people dont like, and when i do open up, they would get upset or just not care, maybe its my fault for not helping others in the first place, i dont think i ever did anything to deserve sympathy from others, i do suppose thats how it works, sympathy must be earned through sacrifice, but i wouldnt know, ive never worked to better myself or others, and i dont think i ever will, all i do is consume like a pig, the conveyor belt pushes the food into my mouth and i keep shouting for more, it will never be enough to make me happy, and this is why people stop trying, they realize its impossible to make me happy, but i keep screaming until there is noone to listen, now i make a public internet post so i can scream for more, more attention, more sympathy, not knowing that i will never be satisfied, once i realize that my hunger is neverending then maybe i will know whats best for me, ultimately i should realize what is happening, and just fucking kill myself, so i can stop taking what isnt mine, its horrible that i write this shit and post it online so people can point and laugh at me, i really did fall for it, i made the mistake of opening up and letting people know what im thinking, i dont even know what im talking about anymore, im just so fucking lonely and sick and tired and its getting grating, day in and day out, why even bother. i wish i had an active suicide plan so my post would even be worthy of this subreddit, now im just wasting time that could have been spent on someone else who was actually worthy of help, but maybe i dont care, im just so desperate for any sort of attention whatsoever, i want someone to tell me that its ok, i want someone to help me brush my teeth because i dont even have the motivation to do that anymore, im developing cavities because i cant be bothered to take care of myself, it would be easier if my teeth were just pulled out of my mouth so i wouldnt have to worry about them anymore, it would probably help me lose weight since i wouldnt be able to eat as much, and it would be much more difficult to beg for attention when my mouth can barely form words, it seems like hurting me only benefits society, so maybe i should be tortured and executed, but of course i couldnt do it myself, im too much of a coward, other people would have to capture me and inflict pain upon me until i beg for them to let me live, maybe then i would be grateful for having any sort of existence at all
if you cant tell, my therapist couldnt make it this week :3 so now i vomit publicly for free instead of in the golden toilet, but in some ways its better i guess, it is always free to embarrass yourself instead of talking to a trained professional that can give me cool medicines (which also cost money)

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It's been a long time since I had a relationship. I have many feelings I yearn for that I don't even have a plan on compartmentalized or handling properly. I don't know for sure how I'll handle anything, how you'll make me feel.
There is always a yin go the yang and I don't know what it would be or how I'd respond.
You tell yourself you would act a certain way buy you don't know for sure. I always though you'd come back to me and everything would just feel right.
I wish you wanted to be there for me and commut to working.
I don't know what direction I'll even take the next person. It's all figuring it all out again and I think its getting worse.
I don't like the thought of giving you my words and being completely in the dark of who you've become, much less who you even were.
I just know being with you felt right
I just know that i wanted that feeling again and never found it.
Well, I'll just work on myself and try to worry less. As far as I'm concerned I've given you every reason I can to come back if you ever cared.
If not I hope you find it, and if mot that's fine too, i just hope life turns around. .

I am wondering if there is anyone who has experienced something similar and found that it had been caused by the coil. I had the coil fitted 4 years ago and after a painful insertion I had a great 2 1/2 years with it , but 18 months ago I started with irregular bleeding , I began experiencing heart flutters and dizziness,which caused me to excessively worry that I had heart problems( I have had numerous tests and it has been confirmed that my heart is in great shape). This was put down to anxiety. In October last year things escalated rapidly and I could not leave the house, eat or sleep , my period became extremely heavy with intense cramps which resulted in my G.P prescribing sertraline. These have helped slightly but I find I have 2 good weeks the n 2 anxious weeks. 3 weeks ago I requested a coil check because I could not feel the strings. The nurse said that the coil was definitely not there and has booked me in for a scan which I have next week. The more I think about it the more I feel the recent decline in anxiety and depression has been caused by the coil either expelling or moving. And my question is if it has moved and lodged somewhere else could it cause these symptoms ? Has anyone else experienced this? Sorry for the excessively long post .

Hey all,
I've had the honest privilledge of being able to watch and care for a family of stray cats over the past year. The two eldest cats (kittens at the time) showed up in my backyard and as mum wasn't around for them, I started to feed them. at the time I didn't really understand that this would come back to bite me in the future. I was able to befriend and desex one of these two, but the other (Female) has never trusted people and I didn't really push to get her desexed. Mistake number two. She fell pregnant and had kittens about 4-5 months ago. I've still fed these guys, and have been able to socialize the kittens.
My problem is: I'm currently renting in Bankstown, and my apartment has been sold. My partner and I need to move, and we can't take the kittens with us. I have no idea how to help these guys, and I'm worried that my feeding them has made them reliant on us for food. I don't want to take them to a pound, and I did plan to take these guys to be desexed once they were old enough (our vet is saying 5 months?) Does anyone have any ideas as to what I can do for them?

My plan is supposed to be 29.99 (attached). My bills are over $100 every month. Xfinity says it's because the 29.99 was promotion good for one month and then the price tiers up to $75. I asked them how did I get on this plan b/c I never switched, authorized, or would even consider going on a one month promotion for the same services that I already have (hbo + internet). Xfinity said that I got faster speeds with the promotion. I don't care about speed b/c my speeds are always less than half of what the plan is selling. Ex. I'm currently paying for 300Mbs, aver speed as of today 15.2Mbs.
My question: Keeping the same channel lineup (HBO), can I lower my speed to lower my bill?

The new "character" (not a new member) that will be introduced at the upcoming live shows will be.... MAYA-METAL. And the best part of it? She's not real. She will be a hologram.

Section 1. Would that even be possible?

There are things that we know and have seen that support the capability to pull this off.
First off is the tech that Perfume has during their live shows which, while I don't care at all for their music, their performances and the interaction with projections and technology is mindblowingly amazing and nothing short of technical wizardry, or to quote Su-metal in MAYA, "Magic Power". It's not too out there to think that Amuse gives Koba the budget to expand a live show into a multimedia extravaganza, even if it's only these 2 upcoming shows.
Second, Hologram tech has come a long way since that Tupac hologram performance ages ago. This is what it looked like back in 2018. (it's short. Watch the whole thing for a cool as hell effect with a deck of cards). Also, the tech does exist to have a "live" hologram instead of a prerecorded performance being projected... And that was from 5 years ago. Marry that with motion capture now and you can have a dancer backstage controlling the hologram and interacting with the audience. A genius level illusion.... Wait... What was the working title for MAYA again? Oh, that's right... ILLUSION.
Third, we know Koba likes surprising the audience and seriously subverting their expectations. It's seems whatever people think they expect or are completely sure is going to happen, he pulls out something completely unexpected. He knows how to build up that hype and have the audience trying to figure out what the fuck is going on. Right now he's got everyone believing that a new member is about to be announced. That one of the Avengers is being "promoted" to become the new 3rd member. And that's exactly what he wants you to think even though he's left enough breadcrumbs (some blatant ones) to figure out what's really about to happen.

Section 2. What's your really weak evidence supporting this?

So there are things somewhat supporting this wacky as fucking hell theory of mine.
A hologram is, essentially, an illusion. The working title for MAYA was "Illusion". Pulling something off like this would need to be planned well in advance, and would be worthy of having a song based entirely around it, especially if the live performance of it involves having Su and Moa interacting with a hologram.
That image from (I think) the other one gallery or a screenshot from one of the videos where people were asking if it was Momoko or someone when it was clearly some digital amalgamation of Su and Moa. This is the form that I believe MAYA-METAL will be based upon. A Su/Moa hybrid.
The viral aspect. This is a band that broke internationally because they went viral. Putting out a live video of this performance would undoubtedly go viral, especially if it is executed as insanely as I'm imagining it to be. Amuse gives Koba the budget to pull it off and reaps the benefits of the group going viral again.
MAYA-METAL already has a song credit on MAYA for lyrics (this is important). Now how a hologram can get a writing credit (and be such a narcissist to name a song after themselves) is for Koba to explain via L O R E.
In MAYA, again... A song with lyrics written by MAYA-METAL, Su is singing to someone, presumably MAYA-METAL since she's a narcissistic bitch writing songs about herself. Su is singing "to" her stating that she has "magic power" followed by Moa repeating "Say my name" (presumably Live it's Moa and the Hologram, not to be confused by Jem and the Holograms because that's something totally different)
Later Su (or the MAYA-METAL hologram since it is an amalgamation of the duo) says "How would you know the difference between the virtual world and the real world? Maybe what you see with your eyes is all an illusion" which kinda makes sense if you're at a live show and there's a fucking Hologram dancing around and moving on stage with Su and Moa like a real person, when it's all just an illusion. And if you did plan this all out in advance, it makes sense to have the lyrics to acknowledge what is occurring on stage.

Section 3. Will this actually happen?

Probably not. But it'd be fucking cool as hell if it did, wouldn't it?
TL;DR FUCKING HOLOGRAMS MAN, HOLOGRAMS!
TL;DR #2 This is a case for shitpost flair and I would be honored if the mods would deem it is worthy of the ever so rare and elusive shitpost flair.

In the pursuit of personal gain, human greed often blinds us to the broader implications of our actions. We become fixated on acquiring more, driven by a relentless desire to climb the ladder of success, wealth, and status. Exploiting those who are vulnerable and desperate, willing to do anything to improve their lives can lead to consequences that not only impact society at large but also our personal environment. In this story, Robert Nelson is about the experience of the consequences of his greed that will stay with him forever like haunting echoes.
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Naya Redbird, a Native American woman with long, dark hair and bright eyes, stood in her front yard surrounded by a crowd of people. She was holding a bundle of herbs in her hand and talking passionately about their healing properties.
The people were amazed by Naya's knowledge and enthusiasm. They could see the genuine care and passion in her eyes, and they felt hopeful that this herb could be the answer they had been looking for.
"As Native Americans, we have always turned to nature to heal ourselves here, in British Columbia," Naya explained, her voice carrying across the street. "And this herb in particular is a gift from the Earth herself. It can heal anyone and anything."
The passer-bys had stopped in their tracks upon hearing Naya's words. Some of them were sick and in pain, and they looked at her with a mix of hope and skepticism. As Naya continued to speak, more and more people gathered around her. There were those who suffered from joint pain, leg pain, and even a blind person who was looking for a cure. Naya listened intently to each person's story.
One woman in a wheelchair rolled up closer to Naya and asked, "Can this herb really help me? I've been in this chair for years and nothing has worked."
Naya smiled warmly and replied, "Come here, please. But before we begin, what is your name?"
"I'm Elena," the woman replied.
"Nice to meet you, Elena. Now, let me see what I can do," Naya said as she reached for a small herb from her bag.
She spread some dried leaves onto Elena's legs, which had been paralyzed for years. The two women waited in silence as the herb worked its magic, and then suddenly, Elena's legs started to twitch and shake.
A few moments later, Elena stood up from her wheelchair, her eyes wide with amazement. "I can walk!" she exclaimed, tears streaming down her face.
The people who had gathered around them gasped in shock and amazement at the sight before them.
"I can't believe it," one person murmured. "She's been in that wheelchair for years."
Naya smiled at Elena and said, "I'm so glad I could help you. Now go and enjoy your newfound freedom."
Then, a young girl led by her mother approached Naya. The girl was wearing sunglasses and she held a white cane in her hand.
Naya looked at the girl and asked gently, "What is your name, my dear?"
"My name is Sofia," the girl replied with a hint of trepidation in her voice.
Naya smiled reassuringly, "Don't worry, Sofia. I'm here to help you. Now tell me, how long have you been blind?"
"I've been blind for as long as I can remember," Sofia replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
Naya asked the girl to lie down and, reached into her pocket and took out another portion of dried leaves. She then distributed it to the girl’s closed eyes.
"Close your eyes, Sofia, and relax," Naya instructed.
The girl complied, and Naya began to hum a soft tune as she gently massaged the herb paste into Sofia's eyelids. After a few minutes, she whispered a few words in a language that no one in the crowd could understand.
Suddenly, Sofia's eyes snapped open, and she gasped in surprise. For the first time in her life, she could see.
"I can see! I can see!" Sofia cried out, tears streaming down her face.
The crowd around them erupted in cheers and applause, stunned by the miracle they had just witnessed.
Naya hugged Sofia and whispered, "Go and explore the world, my dear. You have a lot to catch up on."
Sofia hugged Naya back and then ran towards her mother, who was crying tears of joy.
The people around them whispered in awe and admiration at Naya's incredible gift of healing. For them, Naya was nothing short of a miracle worker, and they couldn't wait to see what she would do next.
Matt stood in the midst of the bustling crowd, his eyes darting around anxiously. He needed those herbs for his ailing mother, but he had no idea how to get them. After he figured out his next move, he started walking around the house keeping a low profile so as not to arouse suspicion.
Matt waited for a few minutes, making sure that no one was watching him before he carefully made his way around the back of the house.
The garden was well-tended and beautifully decorated with colorful flowers and exotic plants.
The place was a vibrant tapestry of colors and textures, bursting with life and energy. As Matt stepped into the garden, he was greeted by a riot of colors, ranging from the deep blues of the lupines to the bright reds of the Indian paintbrushes. The garden was alive with the sound of buzzing bees and fluttering butterflies, flitting from flower to flower in a dance of pollination.
The garden was meticulously arranged in a circular pattern, with a central fire pit surrounded by a ring of stones. The fire pit was filled with burning coals, sending up spirals of smoke that drifted lazily through the air. The stones around the pit were arranged in a spiral pattern, each one engraved with intricate symbols and patterns.
The plants in the garden were arranged in a series of raised beds, each one bursting with a different array of plants and herbs. Matt could see rows of corn stalks standing tall, their green leaves rustling in the breeze. He could smell the heady aroma of sage and sweetgrass, their fragrances mingling in the air.
In the center of the garden stood a small teepee, its canvas sides painted with intricate designs and symbols. The door of the teepee was open, and Matt could see a fire burning inside, sending up flickering shadows that danced across the walls.
As he walked deeper into the garden, Matt could feel a sense of reverence and respect for the Native American culture that had created this beautiful space. The garden was a tribute to the land, a celebration of nature's beauty, and a reminder of the wisdom and traditions of the people who had called this place home for generations.
As he walked deeper into the garden, Matt felt a sense of peace and tranquility wash over him. He had always been fascinated by Indian culture, and this garden felt like a little slice of paradise.
And the next moment, Robert noticed what he was looking for in the corner of the garden, there was the mysterious dried plant that Naya had been showing to the people in the street. He looked around carefully and he took three bags with him, he stole them and took them home.
As Robert scanned the garden, his eyes locked onto the object of his search: the dried plant shrouded in an aura of mystery, the same one Naya had been showcasing to the curious onlookers in the street. He surveyed his surroundings with keen attention, ensuring that no prying eyes were upon him, before grabbing hold of the three bags. With a quick, furtive movement, he liberated the plant from its spot and tucked it securely into the bags. Satisfied with his acquisition, Robert promptly departed for home and he already knew what he was going to do with them.
Excitedly, got into his car and headed for Seattle the next day. As he settled into his seat, he couldn't help but think about the event he had planned for the upcoming weekend.
Upon arrival in Seattle, Robert immediately set to work on his preparations. He posted an event on Facebook, advertising himself as a powerful healer capable of curing any ailment. He had even booked a large lecture hall at a local community center for the event.
As he typed away at his laptop, he could feel the anticipation building inside of him. "This is going to be incredible," he murmured to himself.
After he arrived, Robert nervously paced the lecture hall, checking and re-checking the setup. Just as he was about to step on stage, a man in the audience approached him.
"Excuse me, sir," the man said. "I couldn't help but notice your advertisement. Can you really heal anything?"
Robert turned to the man with a confident smile. "Absolutely," he said. "I have a gift that can cure any ailment known to man. I even offer a warranty."
The man looked skeptical. "How much do you charge for a healing?" he asked.
Robert thought for a moment before replying, "One healing for 500 dollars."
The man raised an eyebrow. "That's quite steep," he said. "But if you can really heal anything, it'll be worth it."
Robert nodded, feeling a surge of excitement. "Trust me," he said. "You won't be disappointed."
Robert treated a lot of people during the lecture. He used the dried leaves. But oddly, the leaves did not heal the people immediately as they worked with Naya. This made him nervous but he thought the leaves might work later.
Robert stood on the stage, surrounded by a crowd of people who had come to seek his healing powers. He held the mysteriously dried leaves in his hands, ready to work his magic.
He started treating the people, placing his hands on them and rubbing the leaves on their skin. However, he quickly noticed that the leaves didn't seem to have an immediate effect like they did when Naya used them. Robert felt a twinge of nervousness in his gut.
"Is everything okay?" a woman asked him, noticing the hesitation in his movements.
Robert forced a smile. "Yes, everything is fine," he replied. "It might take a little time for the leaves to work their magic."
He continued treating the people, but as time went on, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Finally, one of the people he had treated approached him with a concerned expression.
"I don't feel any different," the person said.
Robert's heart sank. "Just give it some time, madam," he said.
As the event continued, Robert grew increasingly worried. The dried leaves he had so confidently brought with him seemed to have lost their potency. He couldn't help but wonder what had gone wrong.
After the event, Robert was left alone with the dried leaves. He examined them closely, searching for any signs of damage or decay. But to his surprise, the leaves appeared to be perfectly intact.
"What's going on?" he muttered to himself.
But he did not worry for long because the money that he earned was a lot. More than 8000 dollars. He knew he was going to be rich with these magical plants, whatever they were. He checked into a hotel and the next day he made another event on Facebook that he would heal people.
Despite the initial setback, Robert's spirits lifted as he counted the money he had earned from the event. The total amount was more than 8000 dollars, which was far beyond what he had expected.
Robert smiled to himself, feeling a rush of excitement. "This is just the beginning," he thought. "With these magical plants, I'm going to be rich."
He checked into a luxurious hotel, relishing in the feeling of the crisp sheets and soft pillows. As he lay in bed, he pondered his next move. He knew that he had to make the most of this opportunity while he still could.
The next day, he made another event on Facebook, announcing that he would be holding another healing session.
As Robert was preparing for his next healing session, there came loud and angry knocks on his hotel room door. He hesitantly opened it, only to be met with a horde of people in the hallway, all of them looking very agitated and upset.
"What's going on?" Robert asked, his voice shaking with fear.
"You're a fraud!" one of the people in the crowd shouted. "We're all much sicker than we were before!"
The people who had come to confront Robert looked visibly worse than they had the day before. They appeared pale and weak, with dark circles under their eyes. Some of them were coughing and wheezing, while others were holding their stomachs in obvious pain. It was clear that whatever ailments they had been hoping to cure had not only gone untreated but had worsened after the supposed healing session.
Some of them appeared to be in a state of utter misery, with their bodies wracked by pain and suffering. A woman was clutching her stomach and groaning in agony. Others were struggling to breathe, their chests heaving with each labored inhalation. Many had dark, sunken eyes and pale, clammy skin, and some were even trembling with fever. Robert wondered how those people could come to his hotel. Their anger was probably so strong that it gave them enough energy.
It was clear that whatever ailments they had been hoping to cure had not only gone untreated but had worsened to a dangerous degree after the supposed healing session. Their anger was fueled not only by disappointment and a sense of betrayal but also by a growing sense of desperation as they searched for a cure for their afflictions. The sight of them was enough to make Robert's heart sink with guilt and regret.
Robert's heart sank as he realized what was happening. The people from his previous healing session had come to confront him, and they were not happy.
"We want our money back," another person yelled.
"And we want you to stop scamming people," a third person added.
Robert tried to reason with them, explaining that he had done his best to heal them with the magical leaves. But the people were not in a forgiving mood. They barged into his room, causing chaos and destruction.
“My cancer is worse!” a man said coughing.
As Robert watched in horror, the people ransacked his belongings and demanded that he give them back their money. As the people grew increasingly agitated, Robert could sense that things were about to take a turn for the worse. Suddenly, some individuals who were still in a slightly better condition lunged at him, grabbing him by the collar and slamming him against the wall. Others quickly joined in, pummeling him with fists and kicking him when he fell to the ground. Robert tried to shield himself, but the blows kept raining down on him, each one more painful than the last. He could feel the sting of bruises forming on his face and body, and the taste of blood in his mouth. Despite his attempts to fight back, he was outnumbered and overpowered. The beating seemed to go on forever, until finally, the people grabbed their money and fled the scene, leaving Robert battered and broken on the hotel room floor. The experience left him traumatized and deeply shaken, both physically and emotionally.
After rummaging through his drawers, they left him there without his money.
Robert became very disappointed and drove back to his town, Black Rain. There, he went to Naya’s place. She was in her garden, gardening. She was surprised as a stranger was approaching him. Robert looked terribly beaten up. Then Robert asked why the plants did not work. They made people sicker. Naya was first surprised and realized Robert had stolen the plants. And she told Robert that he should not have stolen the plants. The plants were free. The plants had been guarded by a spirit and he puts a curse on the greedy people.
With a heavy heart, Robert left Seattle and drove back to his hometown of Black Rain. He was a broken man, both physically and emotionally, after the disastrous healing session and subsequent beating. He had lost his faith in the magical healing powers of the dried leaves and felt like a fool for ever believing in them.
When he arrived in Black Rain, he knew that he had to seek out Naya for answers. She was the only one who could explain why the leaves had failed him and why they had made the people he had treated even sicker.
As he approached the garden again, he could see Naya in the distance, tending to her plants. The woman looked up when she saw him approaching, surprised to see him in such a state.
"Robert, what happened to you?" she asked, noticing the bruises and cuts on his face.
"It...it didn’t work," Robert muttered, looking down at his feet.
“What?”
Robert finally broke down and told her everything, from stealing the plants to the disastrous healing session and subsequent beating. Naya listened patiently, her face growing increasingly grave. When Robert finished, she took a deep breath and spoke.
"These plants are guarded by a powerful spirit who probably put a curse on the plants that you used."
“I don’t understand…why?”
As Naya was about to reply, a group of men entered the garden and began to carry large bags filled with the dried plants towards the gate, where they loaded them onto a truck.
“These plants are free for everyone and are being donated. You needn’t have stolen them.”
“So the spirit put a curse on it because I stole it?”
“Not exactly. You don’t understand? You did it for greed. I did it for love.”

Shares of Emami were up 7 per cent at Rs 369.45 on the BSE in Wednesday’s intra-day trade after the personal care company announced a buyback plan.
The board of directors of the company is scheduled to meet on Friday, March 24, 2023 to consider a proposal for buyback of fully paid-up equity shares of the company, Emami said in an exchange filing.
The primary objective of a share buyback programme is to arrest the fall in the value of a stock by reducing the supply of the stock, which essentially pushes up the share price through a better price to earnings (P/E) multiple.
Shares of Emami had hit a 52-week low of Rs 340.95 on Monday, March 20, 2023. Meanwhile, in the past three months, the stock was down 16 per cent, as against 4 per cent decline in the S&P BSE Sensex. Further, in past six months, it has slipped 30 per cent, as compared to 1.5 per cent fall in the benchmark index.
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Emami is one of India’s leading fast moving consumer goods (FMCG) Companies engaged in manufacturing & marketing of personal care & healthcare products.
Volume growth continued to remain a cause for concern for Emami although the base is likely to turn favourable going forward, according to analysts.
Slowdown in rural areas, where Emami has a higher presence (~55 per cent rural mix) vis-a-vis some of the other FMCG peers, has affected topline performance in the near term even as rural penetration continues to progress steadily with Project Khoj. Rural recovery and correction in Pain Management & Healthcare coming into the base should improve growth going forward. Margins are also expected to improve as pressure from input cost inflation moderates, analysts at Nirmal Bang Institutional Equities said in December quarter result update.
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He's a bare minimum type of dad but still wants to have rights and be involved despite being awful. I'd let him sign his rights away if he'd agree to it. Maybe someday he will and I won't have to stress about him anymore.
He was a shitty father before she was even born - I remember crying in the bathroom after he yelled at me for wanting a $100 ultrasound when I was 16 weeks pregnant cause I didn't have prenatal care yet and never got to see her or even confirm her heartbeat. I didn't manage to get prenatal care till 26 WEEKS cause medicaid was jerking me around and he wasn't helping me out at all. I was so stressed and terrified... Even worried that my baby wasn't alive inside me at certain points. He didn't seem to give a damn.
When the time came, he got pissed at me for not wanting to get induced early because he wanted extra leave to "be home and spend time with our baby"... After she was born he spent the whole time drinking and watching fuckin anime (I now despise anime), barely even looked at our baby, didn't help out with changing diapers or letting me sleep. God, fuck him. Oh, not gonna forget how I had to clean the house (it was a disaster and I was also sick the first week we were home with a bad cold) by myself to let pest control come (whole other can of worms) and had to clean again for his brother to visit despite all the pain from my vagina feeling like it was gonna fall out of my body from the bad tear I got during childbirth that took forever to heal. He bashed me for fucking SLEEPING while my newborn slept and when I exlained I had to cause she keeps me up late - no help from him - and just general exhaustion from all that my body went through and the mental toll motherhood takes on someone, he told me I need to "be a mother and get her on a good schedule".... A goddamn newborn. What the fuck, man.
I also got yelled at because I wanted to buy a few things for her arrival - he wanted to wait for the baby shower and donations. He wouldn't even let me pick out one thing for our baby. Oh, but he could purchase beer every night and buy guns and smokes! I worked till I was 35 weeks pregnant but I didn't make much and didn't have a car of my own, most of my money went to him after he blew all of what he made. I did that because I wanted the incoming money to be seen as both of ours... But he obviously didn't feel that way cause he financially abused the fuck out of me, told me it was impossible to save money, etc.
The drinking & his general lack of interest in our newborn was ultimately what broke me and made me leave. Actually, it was a huge conglomerate of all the bad treatment I had received, too. It's amazing how I started thinking rationally & my brain seemed totally rewired after I became a mother and I recognized the reality of how shitty he is after I left and had time to think.
A day before I left, I told him I was unhappy (baby was 6 weeks old) and asked if he was going to stop drinking because he had pissed on the floor the night before sometime during the night when I was up late soothing our newly 6 week old. He just said he enjoys drinking and finished the rest of his beers, nothing changed. So the next day, I packed up his car and had him take baby & I to my parents.
I had to get nasty with him to even give me $100 every 2 weeks on his paydays (cause he went 2 weeks without helping out and a week without coming to visit her). Only asking for $100 is very generous; he'd be made to pay 20% of his paycheck if I took him to court.
Today he decided to make things more difficult for me. Gave me a money order that I'll have to cash at the bank. He's aware I'll have to walk there, reactivate my old bank account and wait for a new card to be sent to me. He didn't care to ask if our daughter needed anything before screwing me over where I can't even use the $100 till the card arrives - I couldn't even do it today cause the bank was closed by then.
I've been so fucking nice to him. Was letting him pop in for visits whenever he wanted to (he'd usually come less than twice a week, never more than twice a week) till yesterday when I asked him to pick days he'd want to see her... Any days, however many days he wanted. He chose TWO DAYS a week. Fucker lives 7 minutes away, gets off work at 2pm and has the easiest job ever and his boss is super lenient with him (they're best friends) so it's not like he physically can't make it more often. And when he does visit, it's never longer than 20 minutes. He hasn't bonded with her at all.
He pissed me off today with that deliberately spiteful money order, and all the stuff he put me through that I never got to speak my mind about or receive even a simple apology for came rushing back. Especially since he still drunk texts me about how he jumps through hoops for me and does so much for our family and claims to love me... His ability to remain so delusional is baffling.
I told him to start paying me 20% from now on since he wants to make things difficult for me despite me trying to make things as easy as possible for him.
I'm so hurt and angry. Not only did I give him too many chances to fix our family, to get help to stop drinking, etc. but I was so nice to a pathetic extent. During his visits when he was acting like a miserable asshole, I'd try to make things more pleasant, offer him food, drinks, tv, attempted lighthearted conversation, tried to make playing with our baby more fun for him so maybe he'd attempt bonding with her, but he rejected all of it and continues acting like a dick, tries making my life more difficult.
It also scares me that a few nights ago he tried getting us to come over when he was drunk; he wanted to drive drunk with our baby. I will never feel comfortable sending her off with him. I will fight as hard as possible to not let that happen even if I have to move hours away. He has to prove he's making improvements, at least, but I know he won't.
I'm upset that our daughter has his last name. We never married (we planned to but thankfully didn't) so now I can't even have the same last name as my daughter. He doesn't deserve to have her carry on his last name. But if I can't ever find a way to change it, of course I'll show her reasons to love it. I don't ever want her to feel like part of her is tainted or bad, because she's beautiful and every part of her is loved.
I'm just done being nice to him. He burned a painting/letter I made him for our anniversary and posted it online for our acquaintances to see (how mature) so I clearly pissed him off. Good. It's time for him to start feeling hurt, helpless, betrayed, etc. just like he wanted me to feel. Not going to make sure things are so simple and easy for him anymore.

Chronic Condition Care: Understanding and Managing Chronic Health Conditions in Elderly Patients

As people age, the likelihood of developing chronic health conditions increases. Chronic health conditions persist over many years or even for the rest of an individual’s life. Examples of chronic health conditions include diabetes, hypertension, arthritis, heart disease, and many others. These conditions often require ongoing care and management, which can be incredibly challenging for elderly patients who may also be dealing with other age-related health issues.
In this blog post, we will explore the importance of chronic condition care in eldercare, the challenges faced by elderly patients, and the strategies that can be used to help manage and improve chronic health conditions.

Understanding Chronic Conditions

Chronic conditions are long-term health problems that cannot be cured but can often be managed with appropriate care and treatment. These conditions can impact different body parts, such as the heart, lungs, kidneys, or joints, and can cause various symptoms, including pain, fatigue, difficulty breathing, or mobility limitations. Chronic conditions can also affect mental health, leading to depression, anxiety, or cognitive impairment.
Many chronic conditions are more common in older adults due to age-related changes in the body’s function and structure and lifestyle factors such as diet, exercise, and smoking. Some common chronic conditions that affect the elderly include:

• Diabetes: a condition where the body cannot regulate blood sugar levels properly, leading to high blood sugar and related complications such as nerve damage, kidney disease, and vision loss.
• Hypertension: a condition where blood pressure is consistently high, putting strain on the heart and blood vessels and increasing the risk of heart disease, stroke, and kidney disease.
• Arthritis: a group of conditions that cause inflammation and damage to joints, leading to pain, stiffness, and reduced mobility.
• Heart disease: a group of conditions that affect the heart and blood vessels, including coronary artery disease, heart failure, and arrhythmias, which can cause chest pain, shortness of breath, and other symptoms.

Challenges of Chronic Condition Care in Elderly Patients

Managing chronic conditions in elderly patients can be challenging for several reasons:

1. Elderly patients often have multiple chronic conditions simultaneously, complicating treatment and increasing the risk of adverse reactions or drug interactions.
2. Elderly patients may have other age-related health issues that require attention, such as hearing loss, vision problems, or cognitive impairment, making it challenging to manage chronic conditions effectively.
3. Elderly patients may have limited mobility or transportation options, making accessing healthcare services or following treatment plans harder.

Me and my roommate moved into our first place (a 2 bedroom 1 bath apartment) a little under 6 months ago. The place is quite shit but the bills are cheap, its in a good place in town, and its quite spacious, so we're planning on staying for a while and want to invest into the space. When we moved in plenty of things were left unfinished and dirty. The "cleaning lady" even left her nice swifer mop which we kept. I wanna fix some cosmetic things and some actual issues.
Me and my roommate have decided to no longer include management unless there is a big issue (like how we got our leaking pipes fixed and moldy carpet pulled) But we're tired of not getting any efficient help. They only come if repairs are dire to health and safety. And even then theyre flaky and will take a long time to respond. And when they do come we have to block out our entire days, as maintenance will come hours late and stay for hours even on quick repairs. We also cant be alone with him as he is creepy and inappropriate and this makes it even harder to schedule. We suspect maintenance gets paid hrly and thats why he overstays his welcome and constantly talks abt wanting to do big, days-long, and unneeded upgrades while avoiding actual repairs.
We have already fixed smaller stuff (like putting on switch/outlet covers) but the two cosmetic ones are drawers and doors. Our doors are similar to those in a trailer home where theyre thin. They had a bunch of holes that were patched but now we're left with the infamous door vaginas. Its from where they drew in wood grain with marker and never stained over. God forbid I just want to stain them so bad. The second is a kitchen drawer, or more the lack there of. When we moved in the maintenance man said he was getting one custom made bc of its odd-small size. He offered to cover the hole with a piece of wood, but we declined bc he said the drawer would be done in a couple of weeks. We still dont have a drawer, just a hole. Can I go ahead and cover it? The only other thing is the bathroom vent, it doesn't work. Maintenance brought it up when we first moved in but hasn't since. I would probably have my dad do it bc he is skilled, unlike maintenance who took 4 hours to install a dishwasher (1hr max job) and didn't even put the dust panel on.
Management is lenient (ex: no pets allowed but every tenant has a pet). The landlord has never came, only maintenance. Maintenance man is pretty dumb. It took him two visits to notice our rabbit enclosure that is next to the entrance and half of our living room. So we think he wouldnt even notice or care if we changed things. He also has a huge man crush on my dad and always asks abt him and whenever my father is over he'll ask him for help/advice. I think if I just say my dad did it then he wouldnt even bat an eye. I feel like I've heard in some places if tenants do repairs theyre required some form of compensation, but I dont even care abt that I just want my place to feel like a home without getting into trouble.

Don’t judge me by what I’m about to say but…….
I smoked something I shouldn’t have. My brain was tuned to Demon Radio. I was hearing a demon speak to me all night long and all the next day. Telling me how I have 4 days to live. Then down to one. Then down to as soon I get home. Then I said the wrong things and it said I had 1 hour to kill myself or it’s going to take my family’s souls to hell. By this point I have been convinced this is real and really happening. It used my sisters voice to further manipulate me and I ended up driving my car really fast it said let go of the wheel I said no I’m not dying that way. I pull up to a shell by a couple beers and head towards Walmart. I have negotiated with the demon that knife will do. I chug most of a Budweiser (I don’t drink at all) park my crown vic right outside the welcome doors of Walmart and run inside the nearest sharpest object is a pizza cutter. All while telling myself I have to kill myself to save my family over and over. I rip open the packaging and look for a place where I won’t be bothered. Can’t find one. Stop looking. Running out of time. Sock aisle. Sit. Begin cutting left arm. Quick deep cuts down the street not across. Demon cheering me on. Deeper. Deeper. Faster. People are noticing. Do you need help? Are you ok? I’m fine leave me alone. I get up. Run towards dressing rooms. Run into a man. Arm severely wounded hemorrhaging blood. Bloody pizza cutter in on hand. He freezes. I check every dressing room door. All locked. Fuck. Running out of time. Pools and trails of heavy thick red blood marking everywhere I’ve been. Heads up. Security Guard. Quick walking towards exit now everything’s blurry. Pocket the pizza cutter so I don’t look like a maniac who is trying to hurt more than just himself. Blow past the receipt lady. Car’s right where I left it. Initially walk past the car but knew police would tie me to it if I survive, not only have I faked my family but I’ll have to deal with a dui. Open container, full beer. Get in the car and I throw both away. Drive off deeper into the parking lot. Park all fucked up. My dad calls me. Where are you? He witness a full length day of me talking to the demon he knew I wasn’t right. Walmart. Wyd? Saving you. Lala (my sister) is trying to call you. Ok I’ll call her. Call her. Break down can’t tell what’s real anymore. Phone dies. My conversation with my sister continues via the demon. (It used Lala’s voice) . My sister in my head telling me I fucked up I have to kill myself. Suddenly unconvinced that this is real. Fuck you! My sister would never tell me to kill myself! Look down at arm. Holy fucking shit what did I do. Cops swarm the area. Pizza cutter sits nexts to cigarettes. Cops pulls up. The whole right side of car is a wall. Window don’t go down door won’t open. He goes around . Hey man what’s going on . I’m saving my family. Don’t remember the convo too good but I tell him I’m teaching for a smoke while teaching without hesitation. I thought he’d get mad but I guess he realized I’m more a danger to myself than I am to him. He lets me smoke one. This entire time I’ve been pumping my fist in an effort to bleed out. Hey cop what time is it. 959. I was supposed to die a minute ago. Completely defeated I finished the cig and flick. I make my way out of the car. Frisk. Emts. Ambulance. Get tied down. I start talking shit to the demon. When all of sudden. Another voice soothing at first. Revealed to be the devil himself. “Taken a special interest in me”. Holy shit. Fear over 9000. Going insane in my head. My subconscious continues to disrespect and insult the devil. He beckons me to continue tell me everything. Visions of eternal suffering. I can’t make it stop. Fall asleep they say. When you wake up you will wake up in fire. Holy shit no. Been awake over 30 hours fighting off sedatives. Holy shit no. Get to the hospital. Completely insane. Strap down ripping straps. Eventually accept my fate. Decide to sleep but my subconscious has developed Tourette’s and is constantly insulting the devil. I bet I don’t mean it I can’t make it stop. He says my subconscious is just telling him everything it truly feels. He hangs on every word. Everytime I’m about to fall asleep my subconscious makes our situation worse. The first demon says your already in the deepest shithole you can be in just fall asleep. Holy shit no. Panic. Panic. Panic. More sedatives. Finally asleep. Wake up intermittently while receiving stitches. Ow. Fuck. Ow. “You think that hurts? Just you waiiiiiit”. Sleep. Darkness. Wake up. Hospital. Not on fire. Holy shit why am I here? I’m supposed to be dead. They lied. It wasn’t real. Arm? Stitched. They make their presence known. Holy shit it’s still happening. Why didn’t I die? You have to do it yourself. “Rip out your stitches and you will bleed to death” over and over and over and over . So I start ripping them. Can’t do it. Think of the suffering ahead of me . Find the strength. Rip one or two . Nurses notice. Sedatives & strap down . Wake up new stitches. Being transferred. Demons volume has gone down . Have a nice conversation with the emt about street fighter the entire ride to the psyche ward. Notice my gold bracelet is gone. Bummer. One last echo chamber, “your days are numbered”. Holy shit . Now at the psyche ward. Spent 3 1/2 days there . Each day tuning off of demon radio and coming back to human radio. Psyche ward is a whole other story. Get out family takes me to eat get me new clothes shoes haircut. Says they found a rehab ranch I’ll be spending a year in once my arm heals. Reconvince me of reality and say I was being manipulated. They were never in danger. The demons have tried to get you to kill yourself before but your too strong you’d never do that. Unless it meant you’d save your loved ones. You would do anything to save us. Even the one thing you’d never do. The demons hated you for your strong will. And used against you. We’re here your here. Let’s go get food. It. Wasn’t. Real. A day goes by. Then another. Now today. Got my stitches removed and healing pretty well. I cut really deep and pretty far. Who knew a pizza cutter could do that. Looking forward to the ranch rehab.

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