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2023.05.29 17:45 Try2buyhome-TA Critique my budget plan
Long time lurker - first time posting. Using a TA bc sharing money #s on my main makes me spooked.
I (23F) and my husband (25M) got married about 8 months ago. Both of us are very money conscious and one of the first things we did after combining finances was formulate a plan to attack all of our debt (at highest, totaled $38k and covered our 2 cars and student loans). So far we have paid off $23k - the remaining is $10k (all principle) in federal student loans, and ~$5k on his car loan (should be gone by September).
Being much closer to the end of our debt payoff plan has gotten us to start thinking about the next step of buying a home and starting a family. Looking around our area (which is set due to both of our jobs and my family being located here), I'm estimating we will need $60k in liquid cash to cover a 10% down payment, closing costs, and moving in expenses (aiming for a $350k-$450k home). We need at least 3 years to pull that in on our current salaries. Meanwhile our rent is increasing 11% this year after already increasing 12.5% last year, and I have no hope that it will level off in future years.
Our finances are as follows: Her: $80k annual salary Him: $59k annual salary, bumping to $70k in September Take home/month: $6300 (post health insurance, taxes, and retirement contributions). EF: $10,000 (covers all of our insurance deductibles) HYSA: $5,000 at 4.15% APR
Rent: $1800 (bumping to $2000 in September) Utilities: $230 (electric, water, phone, & internet) Medical expenses: $550 Groceries: $600 (includes all household goods like TP, etc - we usually shop these in bulk at Costco) Car insurance for 2 cars: $217 Car payment: $520 Miscellaneous: $350 Eating out: $130 Storage unit: $125 Savings: $400
The remaining ~$1400 has been going towards the debt payments (save for a few large purchases recently like new car tires). As soon as the debt is completely gone, we plan to put all the money we spent per month on it into our HYSA for the DP.
I thought that once we were debt free, it would be a lot easier, but it really doesn't look to be the case. I spend a couple hours every week trying to stretch our budget and get as much as possible out of it. It just feels like it's going to take forever and I can't even be confident that $60k will be enough in a few years to get a home that fits us. Am I crazy to think this?
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2023.05.29 17:42 StrangeMainer Mom hasn’t been helping for almost 2 years.
For almost two years now my sons mother hasn’t had him for an overnight more than 5 nights, isn’t helping with anything and expects help with her home that she kicked me out of going on 8 years now.. she went through a breakup about two years ago and when she did she had to pickup another job on top of being a medical assistant so my son started staying with me weekly and her on weekends. After about two weekends of that it ended. After that she got him a phone and she’d call him nightly, that’s stopped. I don’t know what to do, I’m planning a birthday party by myself as a disabled man, first time ever doing this whole reaching out to the other parents to invite them and their children. I’m overwhelmed guys…
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2023.05.29 17:38 avenn22 Concerns about my father's 70M, 5'8, 210lbs, White, biliary drainage bag & procedure
My father: 70M, 5'8, 210lbs, White
Pmhx: Hypertension, cardiovascular disease
4 weeks post 2 stents, one in LAD, other in another part of his heart that I'm not sure about. Procedure #1 was for the LAD stent. It took longer than anticipated so they waited until next day to put him under anesthesia again for the 2nd stent. He was put on Plavix.
1 1/2 weeks ago presented to ER with severe abdominal pain. Dx of gallbladder stones. Drs didn't want to do surgery to remove gallbladder due to possibility of bleeding complications and b/c of his stents. After being weaned off Plavix for IV Cangrelor, they did biliary bag procedure on Tuesday 5/23.
This past week he has been in pain level 6. He says it shoots up to 9-10 when coughing or sneezing or moving too much. I noticed the biliary bag had blood in it. We were told some blood may be normal but days later there was still only blood and nothing that looked like bile to me. I told him to call his surgeon and he finally conceded last night. He presented back to ER per request of surgeon for CT scan and has been admitted.
This information is secondhand from my mother, but apparently the CT scan showed that the tube was "not in the correct spot". The doctors apparently were not overly concerned with the blood in the bag.
I have a few questions:
- Are there any questions anyone can suggest I make sure to ask the doctoInurses? We are having a hard time getting straight answers and we are obviously worried.
- Do you think there's any possibility IR put the tube in incorrectly? Apologies if this is not the correct terminology here. I'd usually do more research but I am exhausted mentally and emotionally from this whole ordeal on top of my own full time job. I'm sure they didn't do anything that would suggest malpractice, I'm more interested in how common something like this occurs?
- We are being told that surgery may now be the next step. We were initially told they would do the bag for a while and then an internal stent and then surgery when he is strong enough. If they do surgery now, are there alot of complications to be worried about?
Any insight, comments, links to medical journals are welcome. I really appreciate the assistance and am very thankful for all the doctors, nurses, PAs, etc out there! Thank you.
I am going to include photos of his bag shortly.
Edit 1: Added photos. https://imgur.com/a/qZUIXfb
Also wanted to note that he does not currently have a fever. Last BP read at 136/67.
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2023.05.29 17:38 SchlesingerMindy323 [HIRING] 25 Jobs in FL Hiring Now!
Hey guys, here are some recent job openings in fl. Feel free to comment here or send me a private message if you have any questions, I'm at the community's disposal! If you encounter any problems with any of these job openings please let me know that I will modify the table accordingly. Thanks!
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2023.05.29 17:36 Massrelay665 [REQ] ($150) - (#Roanoke, VA, USA), (5/31, 6/7), (PayPal, Cashapp)
Hello everyone Things are coming to a head here for me and I am ashamed to ask everyone, but I am in desperate need of help. Moving out by myself, only can afford thus uhaul another few hours and have much to pack still with no help. My wife needs her medication as well, she is disabled.
I work full time as a commercial roofer in SW VA, often working 40/50/60/70/80 hours a week. My wife just started a job she may be able to work. ANY help is appreciated, I will take anything and everything and pay back any money lended to me at a high rate of interest. I will provide any form of identification of myself, my family, my work, my bosses, my wife's and personal references to ensure trust, obviously included whatever banking methods with security in mind.
Please help me. Anything is appreciated it and thank you for your time.
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2023.05.29 17:35 the_artchitect I'm married and depressed, in that order.
Some context: I (male) married back in 2020 to a girl I met in college. We'd been dating for 4ish years and had known her for 2 years more. A little after a year into our marriage, I was medically diagnosed with depression.
Now, some of my depression symptoms
started maybe a year or two before
getting married - gradually increasing apathy & fatigue, and decreasing energy & motivation. I really started noticing it more within the 12 months prior to marriage. It mostly exhibited itself in low energy and lack of motivation despite having a job I loved. Maybe it was because I moved away from a great college life to a city where I didn't know a soul.
So all that's going on... then in 2020, I left said job I loved to move to a town to get married to the girl. Of course, 2020 is going on all the while. Couldn't find a job for a couple months. Eventually got an offer at a job I only kind of wanted, started the week after our wedding (August 2020), and proceeded to be discontent with that job for the next year and a half. Late 2021 came the official diagnosis. Since then, my feelings about my job have improved and I've been promoted and given lots of opportunity, so overall I feel better about my job.
So all that was the context, which gets me to my main point - While depression may have started before our marriage, I think our marriage is sustaining depression. That started shortly after our wedding, when my wife and I started to discover that we can't have s*x. We'd later find out she had a microperforated himen (extra thick and painful tissue with no real opening). About a year later, she had that surgically removed, but the issue didn't resolve as she was also dealing with [email protected]
(extreme sensitivity). I was patient, gracious, and loving for a long time, but I've grown impatient and increasingly resentful over nearly 3 years. We've successfully pene+rated only 3 or 4 times, and only one of those was enjoyable for both of us. She also has a much lower s*x drive than me, so my s*xual needs aren't being met, not even close.
Now, I'll be intentionally vague here, but we are also both religious. Because of that, she's not really willing to "explore" alternatives. Also because of our religion, divorce isn't really an option I'll realistically consider, and I knew that going into marriage. Regardless, over the last year or so, divorce has been on my mind constantly. I find myself wishing I'd never married. I miss the life I was starting to build for myself in my last city, because even though I was maybe still dealing with depression, I was enjoying myself there. I had freedom to spend my money and have fun and do what I want, but my wife is very conservative with money and hates when I spend, so I don't feel like I can do anything I want. Somehow I also ignored how different our interests and personalities actually were while we were dating.
So here's what that has to do with depression - I think I was able to manage my depression, even without meds, before we wed. But, I think all these issues we've dealt with have caused my depression to persist, even with meds. I've always been a pretty gracious, understanding, and forgiving person, I think, but I've become so bitter and resentful and full of hate (I'm not sure I've ever actually hated anyone til now)... but I can't divorce. So I just feel super stuck.
Worse, my wife has no idea I feel this way, I don't think. I've told her that some of my depression may be sustained by some of the issues we've dealt with, but she has no idea how resentful I've become of her. And I don't want to say anything, because assuming we stay together, I don't want that fear to hang over her and over our relationship for the rest of our lives. So she thinks everything is fine, while I have no idea how I'm going to deal with this the rest of my life.
I have no f*cking idea how to keep living with this (metaphorically only; thankfully, self-harm hasn't been one of my symptoms).
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2023.05.29 17:35 Dangerous-Bag-7327 [HIRING] 6 Jobs in Indianapolis Hiring Now!
Hey guys, here are some recent job openings in indianapolis. Feel free to comment here or send me a private message if you have any questions, I'm at the community's disposal! If you encounter any problems with any of these job openings please let me know that I will modify the table accordingly. Thanks!
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2023.05.29 17:29 rantings-of-troubled What steps can I take to prepare for the transition from undergraduate studies in biology to pursuing an MHA?
Hello, I will be in my senior year of undergrad next semester in Pakistan.
Even though I am majoring in biology, my courses are more inclined towards microbiology, such as medical microbiology, environmental microbiology, mycology, etc. However, I have also taken more traditional courses like biochemistry, physiology, and botany.
I am already pursuing a minor in DATA ANALYTICS to align my degree with something related to health management and facilitate an easy transition into an MHA (Master of Health Administration) program. Therefore, I am taking courses like business analytics, programming, and a couple of economics courses.
I currently have a remote job as a content strategist for a high-ranking review website that focuses on health products. Additionally, I am volunteering at a health clinic as a graphic designer. Finally, I will be doing some internships this year as well.
I guess my question is: How much weight do courses carry? Does it really matter which biology courses I take? I feel like my transcript is all over the place and doesn't show any cohesiveness, which scares me. I worry that it might come across as me being confused about my field, even though I am certain I want to pursue an MHA after my undergraduate studies in biology.
Furthermore, my internship is most likely to be in a hospital, where I will be doing analytical work like PCR, bloodwork, assays, etc.
What else should I do to prepare myself for admission to a great university abroad with high scholarships?
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2023.05.29 17:27 mimiayumimina Upset with one BPO company
Hi! Done na ako sa process ng sending application and whatnot after my interview, for an account (can't disclose). Tapos sabi hybrid yung account. Then may start date na rin na 2nd week of June. So kanina I passed some of the requirements they needed thru email. I am also done with my medical, kasi required din. So ako naman akala ko okay na, like mageemail na sila for orientation etc. Pero they sent me an email regarding the status. They said that the "client" changed the schedule and magmmove daw by AUGUST 2023 yung training. And also, hindi na hybrid account. It would be "ONSITE". I am kinda upset that they made me do medical and some requirements tapos biglang sasabihin na hindi na Hybrid setup and matagal pa. I feel like I was scammed. Then meron pa silang sinabi na "Reprofile" to financial account if gusto ko. Eh first of all kaya lang naman ako nag apply because of the hybrid setup. Sana hindi na lang sila nagppost ng job opening if misleading naman yung ad. Pwede bang ireklamo ung gantong company? Sayang pamasahe at oras. Ang hirap pa namang magpamedical, lalo na yung drug test that you have to pee a lot!! It's annoying! Parang gawain ata nila to, post sila ng WFH or hybrid setup then pag interview na or application process biglang sasabihing wala nang available/di na hiring/ibang account nalang. Sinasayang niyo lang pagod ng job applicant.
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2023.05.29 17:23 MarionberryMedical62 Is it even worth it to do NP school or should I just do PA?
I’m already a nurse working in the OR but have some experience in adult icu, LTC, and L&D. I want to move up in the medical field and NP would be the obvious choice, however, surgery interests me. NP schools don’t actually have rotations in surgery like PA school does. I also hear horrible things about the NP education system with diploma mills and the education just not being up to par.
I honestly don’t think i’d feel comfortable becoming a NP with fewer clinical hours than what is required in PA school. I’m kind of at a loss of what to do. I don’t necessarily want to specialize yet either despite loving surgery. I like the mobility a PA has. I could work inpatient or outpatient as one.
And yes i could do RNFA and then NP or just do the rnfa, however, it’s still limited in job prospects because these usually end up being PAs anyway. With my ideas in mind, would I be better off in a PA program?
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2023.05.29 17:22 -CloneyMcStudent Tips on moving back
Hiya :) I'm looking to move back to newcastle after somehow trapping myself in the south east of england for five years (stupidly moved back home after graduating uni and then the pandemic and life got in the way).
Does anyone have any advice/tips for moving to Newcastle in terms of job finding, flat finding etc? I'm applying for jobs at the moment and currently working for the NHS as a medical secretary, so have been looking on the NHS jobs website etc. Not really sure where else to look aside from the usual Indeed type websites.
I'm a bit worried that even if I do find a job, I'm going to struggle to find somewhere to live as I've only ever lived in newcastle as a student. I do have friends that will put me up temporarily, but no idea what the renting market is like up there nowadays. Has anyone done anything similar recently? I'm wanting to live on my own and avoid flat shares if possible.
Would appreciate any tips/advice on how to escape the south, thank you :)
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2023.05.29 17:22 SchlesingerMindy323 [HIRING] 9 Jobs in DE Hiring Now!
Hey guys, here are some recent job openings in de. Feel free to comment here or send me a private message if you have any questions, I'm at the community's disposal! If you encounter any problems with any of these job openings please let me know that I will modify the table accordingly. Thanks!
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2023.05.29 17:21 Flaky-Ad-2563 Looking for heli job in US, I have green card
I am looking for the helicopter pilot job in the US. I am 32 years old, I come from Europe. I have a US green card and I live in Boston with my wife. I was in the airforce back in my country, we had EASA license. I quit 2 years ago and I am currently flying for the UN in Africa. I also flew medevac and SAR missions for the deployed military troops in Mali. I have 1100 Total hours, I have the most hours on the H225 Super Puma and occasionally I fly Bell 412. I have 300 hours on Bell 206 B3, and some on R44 and AS332 (Super puma). I have the FAA license and the medical. I have also Instrument rating, plus I am trained in NVG and sling load.
Does anyone has any recommendations where should I look for a decent job? Multi engine preferred, I would also love to do any kind of utility job like VRLL. I can relocate with my wife almost anywhere in the US. We are not tied to any location. If I will not be able to find something suitable, I might decide to stay on the H225 for another year to get to 2000 hour mark and then try the HEMS job.
Thank you for any inputs! I appreciate it.
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2023.05.29 17:21 NumberOneFemboi Chronic Brain Fog, Fatigue and vision problems. Is it all just in my head? Complete 180 of how I previously was. This makes me miss depression
I apologise in advance if my post is scattered, unfocused or jumping around; my brain fog has turned me who was previously very focused and on task, into someone who feels like a dementia ridden 95 year old. This is almost more like a vent and telling of my story to get peoples opinions on what’s going on, or what could help.
Go back 5 years ago, and I was your average depressed teenager. I had continued eating myself into obesity, I slept and laid around all day or just played video games. Holding a little job was difficult etc. At around that 5 years ago mark, something in my just snapped and I wanted to change and turn my life around. I started counting calories, exercising daily and the likes. I genuinely fell in love with running and how it made me feel. This lead to me eventually no longer being depressed. My social anxieties disappeared and I surprisingly was super competent socially. I never second guessed myself, I would start talking to random people if I wanted to and I was funny, charming and entertaining when doing so. The lifestyle change and overcoming my depression at the time became a loop; and my life continued to drastically improve. I got my dream job firefighting before I later moved across the country. I always woke up, jumped out of bed and felt on top of the world. Not even the worst happenings or daunting situations could put me down and in a bad mood. I had become a “doer”. I didn’t procrastinate, was always focused on what needed to be done and I got shit done.
Fast forward a year and a half, and I’m done with the weight loss. I lost over 140 lbs, had a six pack, veins shooting out of my arms and legs. Not only did I lose weight and become an average person, I was so happy that I found it easy to go the extra mile and get absolutely ripped. I believe I took it too far, because looking back at photos now, I was definitely under fat and likely had anorexia before making myself gain some weight. With that, I had also noticed I started suffering from hair loss, which terrified and stressed me out. I was leaning more towards it being caused by the drastic weight loss, rather than make pattern baldness, but I started taking Dutasteride just to be safe. At the tail end of the weight loss, I started dealing with fatigue and sleeping problems. Whereas I previously could fall asleep whenever I wanted to, and slept like a baby during my happy phase, I now started having worsening insomnia. Both of these issues started causing problems with work naturally, but it wasn’t anything too bad. I was still able to push through it all, and do the things I enjoyed. My life continued to objectively improve, as I got a better job, a relationship, a better place to live etc. Despite this, I continued to worsen and also began to develop brain fog. I gradually went from going out and doing stuff like climbing a mountain or doing a half marathon on a whim and feeling better for having done it, to being bound to home all day, and finding even mundane and what should be easy house chores, just absolutely exhausting and difficult to do. I became a compete shut in, and then certainly redeveloped depression. I also continued to develop a few other things such as dizziness when getting up from a low position oftentimes, shortness of breath and other breathing troubles, vision changes, daytime sleepiness, neuropathy, an unexplained anemia, and an extra bad brain fog and fatigue after eating a meal. The depression for certain came AFTER the physical symptoms fucked me over. My personality changed, and I went from someone who was super wholesome, positive and kind; to a genuinely nasty, bitter and hateful person.
I started seeing a doctor the moment I noticed I started having fatigue problems. I’ve been seeing her for well over a year, and we still have no answers. I have no nutrient deficiencies, or any other anomalies that have been found that should explain the anemia, or other problems. I’m constantly terrified I’ve developed some sort of chronic disease, and even the most basic of things are difficult nowadays. Even more confusingly, although I haven’t had a good day in quite some time, I would randomly have 1-3 days or so, where I would feel like my good old self and the difference was so astounding to me and everyone around me. I could never notice any difference in what I was doing, or anything going on on those days or surrounding them that would explain any change. It was so cruel to be my old self for a few days, be able to think clearly again for a while and feel great, just for the next day to bring back the terrible brain fog and thoughtlessness.
The brain fog is easily the worst part. I used to be extremely bright, clever, funny, charming and competent; but now I will often forget something told to me just seconds ago, and it’s hard to even just pick out a coherent thought going through my mind. I am sometimes just confused, or zoning out. My previously rich internal monologue has been replaced by either nothing, or just random repeating bits of music I listen to. I’m very rarely consciously thinking about anything, much less something I’m doing in that moment. It feels like I’m seeing the world through a shroud that’s been placed over my head. Even my vision has changed. It’s almost as if I’m somewhat tunnel vision and the rest of the world around me is just a blur, which is in contrast to me previously having been a very perceptive person. In general, my perception just seems off in all aspects, vision, hearing, touch sometimes, everything. Following what's going on on a TV or monitor is sometimes difficult due to said vision problems. My vision is still 20/20, it's just off, it's hard to explain. Sometimes, when I’m extra foggy, I’ll even slur words like I’m drunk or something and it’s terrifying. I used to be great at conversation, but now I’m very averse to talking to anyone, because I’m awful at finding things to say or talk about now. Reading is oftentimes difficult, and was almost impossible at my worst points.
This all makes me miss being a depressed teenager, just lying around and doing nothing all day; because at least I had brain function going on. I may have been depressed, but at least I actually felt anxiety, had a lot of thoughts going through my head, could feel sadness, cry, etc; but now my head is just empty most of the time. I don’t really feel much in the way of emotions, I don’t really have feelings or opinions on people in my life, nothing.
I feel as if my brain has been replaced with a ball of cotton or something, and it makes me fear that this is now permanent. Is it possible depression can just take a different form in the same person later in life, or am I doomed? I don’t want to live like this anymore, I’ve just become an emotionless, and experienceless zombie. I’ve recently lost my job due to my absences from my medical problems, I have no family here and I don’t know what to do. I feel like my problems and the lack of a safety net in the US is very much forcing me into a corner.
I’ve finally devoted myself to eating more and intentionally gaining some body fat to see if this is all just consequence of my precious drastic weight loss, but I haven’t noticed much besides maybe less dizziness, my ability to sweat and body odour has returned and a massive libido, that genuinely just causes problems. I’ve also been feeling worse and worse about my body as my six pack has disappeared due to this.
I feel like I’m at a dead end, and have nowhere to go. I’m now broke, jobless, completely detached, swimming in medical debt with no answers. I talked to my doctor about the possibility of me somehow having turned myself into a psycho somatic case, but she disagrees. I could deal with the fatigue and other problems, but having lost my active and intelligent mind has been the absolute worst by far. I’d kill to be bed ridden, but still in possession of my mental faculties.
Will I ever feel normal again? Am I just a different kind of depressed, than when I was younger? Have I somehow managed to turn temporary physical symptoms into long term ones via my mental state? I don’t know what to do.
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2023.05.29 17:20 TheGreyworks [SLEEPWALK] 1 - Prologue to a Nightmare
The Nature of Predators was created by u/SpacePaladin15. Special thanks to u/Saint-Andros for giving feedback on this first chapter's draft! This is my first time writing a fanfic, or any multi-chapter story for that matter. Updates are likely to be slow and inconsistent. Your feedback is definitely appreciated, so if you have anything to say please leave a comment! I hope you enjoy. === THE FOLLOWING PROGRAM IS RATED [TV-MA-HM] (FOR HUMAN-STANDARD MATURE AUDIENCES) AND CONTAINS: - ADULT OR "PREDATOR-LIKE" THEMES - COARSE LANGUAGE VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. === SLEEPWALK CREATED BY NEKAN AND SIMON GREY
1 - Prologue to a Nightmare === JULY 8, 2136 Walk in, be polite, do your job, walk out, and no more.
It was the five-step mantra my feathered friend had given me to get me through the working days, and it’s served me quite well for the past couple of years. His voice was always a soothing guide, repeatedly ringing in the back of my head like a well-meaning wake-up call.
I was getting on in my years a little, at least it felt like it, so I still gladly accepted his help even after all this time. He was a polite fellow, almost as old as I was but far more able and proficient. Maybe he cared about me a little too much as he did many things for my convenience—he even got me my janitorial job in the first place—but who was I to turn away such a good friend?
I gave a satisfied tail swish as I said goodbye to Fevri, the receptionist’s lovely tone a soft farewell. The end of every shift always came with a calming walk back to my apartment building, like an extra treat for all the helpful work I’ve done. It was far enough from the office for the time to last but close enough to not be tiring, giving me a moment to appreciate the ambiance of the Capital and ‘mull things over’ as my friend would always encourage.
Well, mulling things over, almost everything was in its place. My job was still good; I was doing good. I was good!
My friend just hasn’t been visiting lately, which is fine. It’s happened a few times before, and he’s told me what to do to get through the day so many times that I know his instructions like the back of my paw.
I just hope he’s doing well too, and that he’ll be back soon to give me some medicine again to stop my recent headaches.
I didn’t know why, but recently I’ve been expecting something to happen to me. Something bad or good, I didn’t know. But this sort of feeling and the headaches always came up when I didn’t take my medicine.
My friend’s voice softly chided me, his advice echoing from the past. “Remember, Havan: you can’t get the medicine from any other doctor. You’ll get hurt and taken away from your home.”
The air was colder today. Strangely, I knew that for whatever reason it wasn’t why I felt a shiver go through me. I had no reason to be afraid, I was good! Always good!
I walked through the apartment building’s front door and swiftly made my way to my own unit. Before, it was much easier to push that feeling of—fear?—aside. Maybe something bad is
coming this way. Right to my doorstep.
I hurriedly locked the door behind me.
I shed my jumpsuit and tool belt, setting them aside on a rack. The jumpsuit wasn’t particularly dirty—for now, at least—so I could just have it washed some other time. My friend would understand. He always did. I just hope he’ll be back soon with more of my medicine. I don’t want to be bad.
After a small meal, it was time for bed. I couldn’t eat more as the headache was getting worse by the minute, ending my appetite.
My paws placed themselves over my forehead like useless cushions. The worst was yet to come; the bad dreams would arrive the moment I fell asleep. Sometimes, even the medicine wasn’t enough to stop them from invading my head like a predator on the hunt.
They were mostly the same. A woman and her child: a dream repeated forever like the infinity of space.\ For some reason, I felt like I should know them.
Whenever I tried to look at their faces, I could feel something rip my gaze away with claw and fanged force—when I could see them at the edges of my eyes, their empty faces were nothing but smudged paint on a watery canvas. Just out of reach, an orange-eyed predator snarled behind them. It always scared me.
I’ve tried talking to my friend about it many times, but he never wanted to hear it. He’d look away and tell me to let it go, just take the medicine and forget the nightmares.
He was like me in the dream. I hope he’ll be back soon.
Sometimes, he’d look ready to tell me something—staring straight at me mid-conversation. Then, he’d just look away all tired and heavy, deflating like someone had given him a weight to carry. He’d usually take his leave whenever those moments happened: “Farewell, Havan. See you next time.”
Now that I think about it, he also looked like that whenever I told him about the dream. Maybe he wished he could know them too.
JULY 11, 2136
I’m losing track, I think. I’m not sure. I’ve got a slow-burning headache that just won’t leave, simmering every part of my mind it could get its claws on. I can barely keep myself upright most of the time; I had to call in sick yesterday. My friend’s still not back with more medicine.
Medicine for what; I didn’t even know anymore. Wake up.
,” I managed to croak out before hurling the rest of my lunch into the toilet. The act of cursing was paradoxically unknown yet familiar to my tongue—like an old routine left untouched for years.
All my dreams were relentless and mocking—I was rendered helpless to their onslaught. I couldn’t tell what was real and what was cruel imagination. In fact, the only things that felt real were the solid and smooth toilet and the force of my vomiting. I held on for dear life to save myself from the vortex churning around me.
A singular thought beckoned me again, a glaring beacon in a foggy sea of pain: ‘Wake up.’
There was nothing else to wake up to. “DAMMIT!”
I repeated before unceremoniously slumping back onto the floor. Something within me was changing—rapidly and viscerally. I was a stranger in my own body, adrift in a world far removed from the one I knew. I couldn’t breathe.
Someone was knocking on my door, calling my name.
I dragged myself out of the bathroom, feverish and frail, ignoring that weak voice in my head that asked: ‘What if it wasn’t your friend?’ I needed anything. Anything at all.
My body moved on its own, paws desperately reaching the doorknob. Somehow, I managed to unlock the door. It wasn’t my friend.
I would’ve screamed if I had the strength left for it. Instead, my legs gave way; my back eagerly greeted its old friend: the floor. Dragging myself backward with my vision blurred and hearing muted, the stranger came inside—crossing the threshold that marked my safety from the things my friend warned me about.
“Please… don’t hurt me…”
But the stranger marched on, grabbing ahold of me.
I curled into a pathetic shield, attempting to cover as much of myself as possible. Somehow, it all still felt like I was falling.
Through the blur, I heard the stranger’s voice. “Havan! It’s just me!” Fevri?
The realization was a bullet through the skull, rattling my brain into something like focus. There it was: the receptionist’s young and frightened face. Lying in the hallway beyond the open door was a basket full of goods that were probably meant for me. Whoops.
“Let’s get you lying down somewhere comfortable, okay? You need to rest. I’ll call a doctor—”
My head snapped back up. “No! Y-you shouldn’t! You can’t!”
“O-okay! Okay. No doctors. I’m sorry,” she reassuringly patted my shoulders after having dragged me to the side of my couch. “Look, forget that I ever mentioned it. Now, I need to pull you up onto the couch; is that fine with you?”
I limply nodded. I probably didn’t have the strength to do something as simple as that by myself.
Fevri pulled me up while that all too familiar voice in the back of my head spoke again: ‘She better keep her word, or I’ll…’
I didn’t finish that thought. What the hell was that all about? I wasn’t a violent man. Was I? I can’t even recall who I am anymore.
The vortex of dreams overtook me again, Fevri’s voice fading away as she momentarily left my side to grab the basket outside.
I was alone once again.
A predator’s face revealed itself in the blood-orange veil of my brain, sneering as it revealed itself to be the beckoning voice echoing through my skull. ‘WAKE UP.’
I don’t know what it would mean if I’ll ‘wake up.’ Powerless, I lost myself to a seemingly infinite and dark slumber.
JULY 12, 2136
I arrived at the light at the end of the tunnel, the bottom of the bottomless pit.
My eyes opened, and a strange sense of peace washed over me. Coming from the television were alarm clock tones, an emergency broadcast stuck on the screen. ‘Predator arrival,’ ‘evacuate,’ and ‘await further instructions’ were the only phrases I took note of before rising from the couch. This wasn’t my home.
The window blinds were closed throughout my apartment. Outside, the city was deathly silent. I didn’t need to look to know that there were likely a few bodies lying face-down on the street, casualties of panicked stampedes to the bunkers. What happened to me?
Decades of half-remembered memories flooded outward, smashing through the dam of my mind. To my horror, I realized this was the first time I’d felt my heartbeat in a long, long while. My Krakotl ‘friend’ was an exterminator; he always wore his uniform whenever he visited me. The medication was for predator disease. I’m not ‘Havan.’ I didn’t use to be, and I couldn’t remember my real name. The woman and child in my dreams were my wife and son—
With no other outlet for my frightened rage, I resorted to slamming my foot into the side of an empty trash can.
I gritted my teeth as pain shot up through my leg. For the first time, I felt the stiffness and aching that came with being middle-aged and taking those damn predator disease pills for years. Twenty years. I’d been out of it for twenty fucking miserable years.
A small part of me wished I stayed ‘asleep.’ I cast the thought aside almost immediately.
The exterminator had never given his name. How convenient. I had nowhere
to go. I should be weeping.
My head turned towards the bedroom door as Fevri walked out, clearly having just woken up. “W-what’s going on? What was that noise? Oh, Havan, you’re awake!”
“Nothing,” I winced, forcing the scowl off my face. “I just… accidentally knocked a trash can over. I should be the one asking you
what’s going on.”
Fevri shook her head, trying to focus through her drowsiness. “Uhm, alarms started ringing out through the city, and that emergency broadcast said it was predators. N-nothing’s happened, though. It’s been about an hour and a half since it started, but it’s been so quiet.”
That seemed to wake her up. “I couldn’t leave you—you could’ve gotten hurt if something did
happen! I… I couldn’t ask for help bringing you to the nearest shelter—everyone else was too busy trying to get themselves
“Thank you.” I didn’t know what else to say to that. I sat back down on the couch, rubbing my paws across my face as I mulled over everything
I bet my past self had never felt as lost as I did at this moment. All I could feel was the weight of my newfound clarity and my current confusion—a balancing act of anguish and pain.
“Is something wrong, Havan? Don’t worry about the predator raid; if nothing’s happened so far then we’re probably safe and sound.”
I paused myself. Did I actually want to tell Fevri everything? She was only an acquaintance from work.
But she did stick around and help me. That said a lot about the kind of person she is.
Call it foolishness, call it loneliness—I told the truth, recounting everything I could to her. Right now, she was the only friend I had. She was horrified, of course, but surprisingly it was directed to my circumstances rather than myself.
Fevri sat down beside me, placing a sympathetic paw on my shoulder. “I know it isn’t much, but… I’m really sorry. I thought—we all thought…”
“Well, we always had a feeling that you had some form of predator disease. You were amicable, sure, but you were always… distant? Plus, you never talked about your family and always dodged questions about them. We all thought you lost them to a raid and it just made sense to us.”
She nervously flicked her tail. “Guess we weren’t entirely wrong, in a messed up way. Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”
I sighed, flicking my ears dismissively to show I wasn’t offended. Everything else about me would always be worse by comparison, a pillar of distress as strong as an Arxur’s jaw and equally as biting. What else can I do now? I have no leads. All I had were blurry faces and names I didn’t know. … Why’d he stop?
It made no sense for my ‘friend’ to suddenly stop medicating me for weeks. The fact that he had consistent access to medication to give me made me suspect that he was an exterminator-specialist, which would also make him a doctor specializing in treating predator-diseased individuals like me.
In fact, none of what he did made any sense at all. Why go through the effort of giving me a false name—to give me instructions on how to live by myself and dodge questions?
He had been trying to protect me. Was it a fucked up way of doing it? Absolutely, but it didn’t change the fact that he actually helped.
For all I knew, he was the one thing stopping me from finding a new home in a correctional facility.
My tail twitched with irritation. Fevri looked expectantly at me. “What now?”
“I don’t know. I guess looking for the exterminator to get some answers would be my safest bet, but I’m not walking to the nearest guild office or the damn headquarters to ask for him.”
“Maybe I can? After the lockdown, anyway.”
“I don’t know. Honestly, this sounds like a stupid
idea,” I shook my head, another sigh escaping from my lips. “Hell, I’m lucky you still want to help me for some damn reason I can’t think of.”
To my surprise, she let out an amused snort. “It’s the right thing to do?”
“I’m predator-diseased. Probably dangerous in some way.”
“Well, you won’t hurt me, will you? Besides, you look like you really need the help.”
She didn’t get my point, but fine. I guess that answer was enough for now.
Fevri must’ve noticed my reluctance, making her continue. “Look, you don’t seem to be a bad man. Just… someone caught up in something really horrible. Everyone back in the office—myself included—liked you and felt sorry for you, you know? That hasn’t changed with me, at least.”
“Alright, alright,” I stood up from the couch, giving in to the receptionist’s offer. There was something else that made her want to stick around; I wasn’t an idiot.
For now? I couldn’t doubt her. She’s my only real friend; anything is better than being alone.
“I’m gonna clean up.”
She gave a nod of acknowledgment as I entered the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I stared at the unfamiliar visage in the mirror, examining every little line and nick that marked my face. The graying Venlil in front of me was someone else entirely.
I was old. I was exhausted. I was likely insane—but I was awake.
My true trial is just beyond the walls of my apartment building once the lockdown ends. The past twenty years of being lost and asleep had only served as a prologue to a nightmare.
The worst was yet to come.
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2023.05.29 17:19 pantheraorientalis I am in a lot of pain today
Doctors in California refuse to help me. I am desperately trying to get my partner to find a new job so that we can move to a state that will provide me some relief. Today is a really hard pain day and I am breaking down. I’m unable to work, unable to go for a walk, unable to sit or lie down without pain. I’m only 24 and in some ways it feels like my life is over. The only medication that let me have any quality of life is completely inaccessible to me now. I can no longer hike, travel, or maintain a healthy amount of physical activity. I feel very helpless.
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2023.05.29 17:13 DarkSeieah I 'm having some very bad thoughts after losing my job
Matagal na since last na punta ko dito, I guess I just need some advice or help or reassurance.
After 8 years of going through different places for work and suffering through countless interviews, nahanap ko yung dream job ko. Back office, work from home, may HMO na sumasagot sa needs ng nanay ko na may Diabetes.
I worked hard for almost one year, and bago pa man ako makaabot ng one year, ni-layoff ako ng company.
Sa sobrang taas ng mga bayarin and not only that, but also losing my dream job, hindi ko na alam ang gagawin ko. Cornered na ako, wala akong naipon dahil lahat ng pera ko binibigay ko sa nanay ko para sa mga medical needs niya. And dahil nawalan ako ng trabaho, mawawalan din siya ng HMO para sa medical needs niya. Di ko alam kung pano ko sasabihin, di ko alam kung ano mangyayari samin, and worst of all, almost 24/7 hindi ko maiwasan isipin na hanggang dito na lang ang buhay ko at wala na akong silbi.
I've been trying na mag-apply ulit pero so far wala pang nangyayari. I don't wanna give up, pero sobrang lakas ng intrusive thoughts ko, hindi ko na alam ang gagawin. Parang may sumisigaw sa utak ko na tapusin ko na lang ang paghihirap ko.
Any advice or any bit of help, I would appreciate it. Sorry for the venting and the long post.
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2023.05.29 17:06 Purplebubblegum20 I'm getting sick of how negativity medication is viewed
I get that there's obviously many circumstances where doctors want to pump you full of meds instead of actually fixing the problem, but why blame the meds for that instead of the doctor?
Medication is very useful. I mean transplants wouldn't be possible without them, many women would probably start riots or something if pain medication didn't exist, and they're a more targeted way to deal with certain conditions, like if you have high blood pressure.
And yet people talk shit about them, treat them as if they're some kind of poison, and I just don't get it.
I don't know, it's just frustrating you know? I've known people with depression and ADHD, people who could genuinely benefit from having medication as that initial step alongside other help, because their condition gets to the point where their grades are soo bad that they're risking failing the year or getting fired from their job, or their personal hygiene gets soo bad to the point where they permanently have nits in their hair because they just don't have the energy to do those things. And yet they'd rather die than just take those things, and they're like "Medication bad :( it'll change who I am"
Like bro it's not a labotomy, it's just something there to help make things easier.
Weirder yet is that these same people won't hesitate to take pain medication when they're sore, and won't think negatively of someone who regularly takes the stuff because of some condition.
And yet somehow when they take it it's suddenly "A crutch" and "Is just treating the symptoms and not the cause"
You're not better than anyone else just because you don't take medication.
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