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2023.03.21 21:24 Finallyagood1 Reggie from support
This app can fucking suck me. I take a dog to a dog park and let the dog get some sprints in while playing fetch, finish up and the walk owner says he was happy she got some good playing time. Next day my account is suspended because the owner reported that the dog was off leash. Fuck yourself wag, get absolutely fucked. Your app has been the same the four years I’ve used it, it’s only gotten worse, you haven’t made any improvements that benefit a walker, support barely does shit and now does even less because it’s automated bots. Thursday I get an email, Friday I call, three hours later I was supposed to get a call, nothing, cause “Reggie will be back in three hours” “I know Reggie won’t be in till later” “I can have reggie call ya back” “reggie has days off like everyone else” so fucking reggie where tf you at buddy? You get Mondays off plus the weekends? Must be nice but not really because I was furious this weekend not being able to work. Fuck wag, and fuck Reggie enjoy your days off and incompetent staffing. To have one reggie for all of wag issues is laughable. You don’t have literally two people who can review cases? This app has been shit for years, I’d recommend Rover. They can afford ad space and treat their walkers better.
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2023.03.21 21:22 Adomanzius We encountered something in the ocean that defies explanation.
We had been checking weather reports tirelessly for two weeks, until we finally found our spot. The following week should be nothing but sun and smooth winds, so we tentatively decided that to be our slot. Our small crew consisted of me and my friends Josie and Frank. Josie’s dad owned the boat (and he still needed to sign off on our plan), so we had to reserve it ahead of time, and make sure that we got it back in pristine condition, on the dot, and preferably with a nice coating of wax or whatever they use to make boats shine like candied apples.
Monday arrived and the weather was still solid, and Josie’s dad had reluctantly signed off on our plan, so we decided not to wait any longer and take it out the next day. The idea was to have a two day mini-cruise; just us hanging out on the boat and maybe docking it for the night at a nearby town. Although Josie’s dad was a hardass, he had taught her how to drive and maintain the boat since she was a kid, so really, the worst thing that could happen is that we wouldn’t have enough snacks.
Me and Frank met at the parking lot, and saw Josie standing on the boat at the end of the dock. Her dad was with her, lecturing her about some winch or other, Josie rolling her eyes next to him, barely maintaining her attention.
“He really can’t leave her alone even for a couple days, can he?” Frank asked, keeping his voice low as we stepped on the long dock.
“Josie or the boat?”
Frank chuckled, then quickly returned his resting poker face as we reached the boat, Josie’s dad turning around as he heard the planks creaking under our feet.
Before he could say anything, Josie ran up from behind him and said “Hi boys! You brought the food and snacks and the five gallons of vodka, I assume?”
“Aye aye, Captain!” we replied in unison. It was Josie’s dad’s turn to roll his eyes.
“Well, I’ll leave you to it,” he said to Josie, starting to walk down the small ramp down to the dock. “And remember, two days, no more. I expect you to bring her back in one piece.”
“Sure thing, dad!” That was Josie’s way of saying yes, yes, yes, I get it already.
Josie’s dad gave us a stern look followed by a slight nod as he walked past us. He never really liked me or Frankie, a bunch of hooligans, as he’d once called us when we were kids. For the record, me and Frankie didn’t like the guy either, so at least the feeling was mutual.
After her dad was out of earshot, Josie yelled “Are you ready kids?!” putting on her damndest pirate voice.
“Aye Aye Cap-TAIN!” we screamed and sprinted up the ramp and into the boat.
After an exchange of hugs we unloaded our groceries into the mini-fridge below deck, then met up with Josie, who was already sitting inside the helm. “Ready to leave, crew?” she asked. “Let’s rock this boat,” Frank replied. The amount of bad jokes this early in the morning was surely a great indication for what the rest of the day held.
It wasn’t long until the shore behind us was gone, the tranquil open sea spreading out in all directions. Josie seemed to know where we were going, but at that point I could no longer discern what direction we had even come from.
Me and Frank sunbathed and joked around on the deck until Josie emerged from her cocoon-like cockpit. “Sorry to interrupt your hi-LARIOUS hijinks, but I’d propose we have some lunch soon.”
Like destiny, the word lunch produced a unified grumble from both me and Frank’s stomachs - the universal horn of yes please, food please, now please.
“We can stay here for a while, then we could start heading towards the town,” Josie said.
Feeling bad that she was doing all the heavy lifting, I asked her “You need any help? It’s your boat, and us your honored guests, so don’t be afraid to command us, cap’n!”
“Please,” Josie replied, “when I get a chance to drive this boat, I take it. Dad’s been hogging it like crazy all summer. Besides, it’s not like you guys even know what half of the things on this boat are called, let alone what they’re used for.”
“Well, that’s the driver’s seat,” Frank said, pointing at the helm.
“That’s called a helm, my dear. Frank - you just earned yourself the honorary job of heating up our lunch.”
“This ain’t no Ford Prius, I see,” he replied as he got up and started to take lazy strides towards below deck.
“Toyota,” I said.
“What?”
“Prius is Toyota. Not Ford. Come one, let’s go make lunch for the captain.” I got up to follow Frank, nodding approvingly to Josie.
We had cheap microwave meals for lunch, seeing as the boat didn’t have a stovetop or an oven. For some reason - maybe it was the soothing sounds of the ocean lazily slapping the boat, or the warm afternoon sun - the food defied its low expectations and tasted great.
Afterwards we had a little siesta where I almost fell asleep until Josie said “Shall I take course towards the town, then?”
Through a straw hat laid across his face, Frank mumbled “Aye aye.”
“You sure you don’t need any help?” I asked Josie one again, but she was already jumping into the helm, excited to get back at it. “You guys just take a chill, I’ll get us where we need to.”
As the motor’s soothing hum returned, I got myself a bag of chips and sat on the deck, watching the horizon. Frank still had the hat on his face, which either meant that he didn’t want to be bothered, or that he’d fallen asleep. Either way, I was happy to just sit under the sun as the boat slowly rolled towards our destination, cutting a line into the flaccid water behind us.
“Shit, Shit SHIT!” Josie screamed. I must’ve fallen asleep, and as I got up the half eaten bag of chips crushed under my foot.
“What, Josie? What’s wrong?”
“What’s going on?” Frank parroted as he stood up, the hat falling beside him.
“There’s a fucking storm coming,” Josie said as she frantically pressed buttons, her eyes darting across the dashboard of the helm.
I turned around and looked at the horizon. Dread filled me as I saw an infinitely wide wall of dark clouds spread across the sky, making contact with the water in a misty gray curtain. I noticed that the ocean was no longer level, for it was rippled with small waves that thumped the sides of the boat in eager anticipation.
“I thought it was supposed to be nothing but clear skies,” Frank said. He’d walked beside me, taking in the horror beyond the horizon.
“Ex-fucking-actly, Sherlock. It came out of fucking nowhere,” Josie snapped, holding the wheel tightly in her right hand as she fiddled something with her left.
“Okay, Josie, I know this might sound stupid, but bear with. Why are we going towards the storm?” I asked, trying to not seem disingenuous as I turned around to face her.
She gave a sigh, stopping what she was doing and looked me in the eyes. “That’s where the town is. It’s the closest place to dock right now, and the storm’s moving faster than any I’ve ever seen. If we go back it’ll catch up to us and we’re fucked. If we go through it, we’ll spend the least amount of time inside it, giving us at least a chance.”
“A chance at what?” Frankie asked.
“A chance at getting out of here.”
“Any port in a storm, I guess,” I said, trying to lighten the mood, to which Frank gave me a concerned look.
The air had turned cool, so I went and changed to warmer clothing, Frank doing the same. Coming back up to the deck, I saw that the storm had moved closer. A lot closer. Josie instructed us to put on life jackets and to stay below deck, not to come out unless she asked us to. We put on the puffy orange jackets and promptly hunkered down below deck. The increasing waves were already rocking the boat uneasily.
“Are we gonna die?” Frank asked, his voice whimpering as he looked up at me from the opposite bench.
Although the question had already burrowed itself into my mind as well, I replied “No, NO, man, we’re not gonna die. Like Josie said, it’s just a quick ride through and then we’re back on dry land,” hoping that my words held even a sliver of truth.
In a matter of minutes, the sky turned dark and the boat started jumping on waves, like a rollercoaster rapidly going up and down and up and down. The rain tore into the boat like a machine gun as thunder sounded from across the way, lightning flashing the sky white erratically. Frank’s lunch quickly escaped his stomach, coming out in an arc of brownish green vomit that splattered across my legs and the floor. I was too scared to care, and he was too frightened to apologize.
The storm kept getting worse, the waves becoming larger as evidenced by the deeper dives and longer ascensions. Water was constantly slamming the deck, some of it trickling down to our feet. Through the two small windows the cabin had, it was near impossible to know whether we were on top of the water or under it, or which way was up or down. Although the storm was loud, I could still hear Josie cursing and screaming as she battled the waves and tried to keep us afloat, which was the only indication that she hadn’t been swallowed into the depths below. Frank was sweating bullets, his face a pale white. I wasn’t doing much better either, the words it’s gonna be ok it’s gonna be ok repeating in my mind.
Slowly the storm started to ease up, the waves thinning out and the rain becoming only a slight patter. Neither Frank or me said anything, though, not wanting to jinx it before we were safely back on land. Soon, the boat’s rocking lessened severely, and I could see sunshine coming through the windows.
“Hey guys, you okay? You can come up now,” Josie yelled, her inflection hesitant but calm.
Frankie apologized for the vomit as we got up and made our way up the steps. Josie was standing at the front of the deck, tumbling through her soaking wet hair with her fingers.
“Ho-lee shit, did we just survive the fucking apocalypse?” Frank asked rhetorically, his eyes darting between me and Josie.
“Josie! You okay?” I asked.
“Yeah, yeah… I’m fine,” she replied, waving her hand like nothing abnormal had happened at all.
I walked up next to her and said “We got through it, didn’t we? Now just let’s get ourselves back on land, eh?”
“Yeah, well, that’s the problem.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, look,” she said, holding her hand out at the pale horizon, like she was presenting it on an invisible platter. “Where’s the town?”
“What do you mean where’s the town? We got through the storm, so shouldn’t we be able to get through to it now?”
“That’s the thing. It should be right in front of us.”
“Where’s the storm?” Frankie yelled from the back of the boat.
“What do you mean ‘where’s the storm?’ We just went through it” Josie yelled in annoyance, still peering at the horizon.
“For fuck’s sake, come here,” Frank replied.
Josie looked at me and rolled her eyes, then started walking towards Frank as she gave a long sigh. I followed tepidly behind her.
As we reached the back of the boat, I realized what Frank had meant. There was no storm, nor clouds, or even residual waves. “What the fuck,” I exclaimed under my breath, right as Josie started sprinting around the boat, looking in all directions, her head swiveling in frantic motions, her hair throwing beads of water around like a dog drying up after a swim. A minute later she joined us, panting, and said “It’s all just water. There’s nothing on any side. We’re in the middle of the fucking ocean, the storm’s gone, there’s nothing.”
“Shit, shit, shit…” Frank muttered as he started to tap his foot on the deck, holding himself in a tight hug as he shivered in his wet clothes.
I turned to Josie. “Well we shouldn’t be far off from something, right? It’s still day, and even with the storm we couldn’t have gone too far.”
I could see that Josie was tired. She looked like she had aged about ten years in the last twenty minutes. “Okay, okay, you’re right. Let me just check some things and figure out where to go.”
Josie left for the helm, leaving me and Frank to stare in silent horror at the lazy, blue ocean that seemed to stretch infinitely in all directions.
After a long minute Josie called to us “Guys… you better come check this out.”
She was staring intensely at the dashboard of the helm as we arrived.
“Okay, so good and bad news. Which first?”
“Good, please.” Frank replied, recovered from the worst of the shivers.
“Okay, so the good news is, uhh,” she began, still fiddling with controls as if to double check her suspicions “the boat seems to be in running condition. There’s no damage to anything that would prevent us from going forward.”
“So what’s the problem then?” I asked.
“Check your phones.”
“What?” me and Frank said in unison.
“Check if you have a signal, internet, anything.”
“Shit,” Frank said. “Yeah, mine too,” I replied as I looked at my phone and saw that there was absolutely no signal or internet.
“Yeah, I don’t have a signal either - just had to check. And it doesn’t stop there,” Josie said, “compasses, readings, all of that - it’s shot. I can’t navigate us anywhere, and I have no idea where we are.”
Frank started to freak out and walked towards the front of the boat, his wet shoes squishing as he stomped angrily. “Fuck, fuck, FUCK. What the fuck do we do?”
“Well, as I said, we can still move. The only question is where. I have a faint idea of where the sun was when we first headed out, and I suggest we try to mimic its movement back to the dock,” Josie said to me while keeping her eye on Frank.
Frank was now squatting on the deck, his hands gripping his neck as he stared down at his feet.
“That sounds smart. Then if we see the storm again, we can recalibrate. We should probably be hitting land at some point, right?” I said to Josie.
“That’s my logic, at least.”
“You with us Frank?” I asked, turning to him.
“Yeah, yeah. I guess that sounds smart,” he replied in a solemn voice under his breath.
“Need any help?” I asked Josie.
“Take care of Frank,” she said quietly. “The best thing we can do is stay calm.”
Josie revved up the engine and turned the boat around carefully as she mapped out our approximate direction, and then we left towards a horizon that was no different from the others, guided only by the sun’s approximate movements.
As Josie manned the wheel, me and Frank cleaned up below deck and dried our clothes. As we were finishing up, he said he’d stay below deck, as he needed some time to think.
Looking at the sun, the day was slowly turning to evening. It was summer, so we still had daylight for a few more hours. I went up to Josie to see how she was doing.
“Frank’s below. Said he needed some time to think. I don’t blame him - this is indeed a bit fucked up, isn’t it?”
“Logically, we should hit land at some point,” she replied, her eyes fixed on the horizon, her presence distant.
“How are you doing, Josie? You just pulled us through hell. I know you don’t need help with the boat, but I’m just saying -- I’m here if you wanna talk.”
Josie sighed and turned to me. “Thanks. I think right now what I need is to get us safely back home. Once we’re back you can buy me a beer and then we can talk.”
I nodded, and then turned my head to look at the horizon. Noticing something in the distance, I said “Josie, uhh, what’s that?”
She turned her head back to survey the ocean.
In the distance there were small, dark peaks rising from the ocean, like the tips of underwater mountains rising above the water. They’d appeared seemingly out of nowhere.
“I -- I don’t know. But I think we’re gonna see soon enough.”
I stayed with Josie as we approached the peaks. As we got closer, it was obvious that there was no land between them. Instead, they shot up from the water in thick spirals that tapered off the higher they reached. As we got closer we could finally realize their true size. Although some were smaller than others, most were the equivalent of tall office buildings, some reaching even higher. They spiraled and twisted in the air, arcing like blades of grass in the wind, and it seemed like they could fall down at any moment, but they did not move or shake in the slightest. There must have been twenty or so, and they all looked similar despite their differences in size; dark, mostly smooth yet also scratched, like charred meat on a grill.
“You have any idea what these are? They look like… trees or something, except they don’t have leaves or branches,” I said to Josie.
“Never seen anything like it. Must be some rock formations or something. Maybe there’s an underwater volcano that bursted lava out and it solidified -- I really don’t know. But those should only happen deeper in the ocean, far away from land.”
I heard Frank coming up the stairs. He looked better than he had before, his step lighter. Although I’d been afraid he’d been brooding, I guess having some time to think really did help.
As he saw the spiraling towers, his face turned into a twisted and confused half-frown as he said “What the fuck are those?”
“We don’t know,” I replied, “but it’s the only thing we’ve seen so far.”
Soon the closest spiral towered just a mere two hundred yards away, its wide shade casting upon the boat. From a distance it had been hard to decipher the dark structures, but upon closer inspection, it was clear that their anatomy was… abnormal. Stretches of surface material were mostly smooth, but all of the spirals seemed to have slight craters that were formed above the rest of the exterior. It looked like they had been bombarded by meteors of differing sizes, although even if this had been the case, how had they not been immediately broken, I do not know. They were beyond any logic I could muster.
“So, anyone know what we’re looking at?” Josie askied, surprising both me and Frank - she was usually the one to know things, us just tagging along for the ride.
“No clue, captain,” replied Frank as he stared upwards in dismay at the towering spiral.
“Still no,” I said.
Suddenly the boat’s end shot up, followed by the front, ascending us a good ten yards in mere seconds. Frank and I were knocked down on the deck, but Josie managed to hold onto the walls surrounding the helm. The boat kept rocking as waves hit us from behind. I slowly stood up with my knees bent for support, and went to help out Frank who was still laying on the deck, his eyes wide in panic.
Once I’d gotten Frank up, Josie had already managed to make her way to the back of the boat. We held onto the railings along the boat’s edge and walked as fast as we could through the oceanic turbulence to catch up with her. Once I saw what had produced those waves, I wanted to get back to land more than I ever had before.
In the distance tens more of the spirals had emerged from the ocean, some even larger than the ones we’d seen. They dripped with water, and some were covered in green algae. Somehow they’d been quiet, merely disturbing the water as they’d shot up.
“We need to move! One of those things could shoot up under the boat and sink the whole fucking thing!” Josie screamed, running back inside the helm as the waves slowly calmed down and became smaller. I leaned on the railing to see if there was something underneath us - not that there was much I could do, even if I saw a gigantic spiral shooting up from the depths.
The water beneath the surface was unmoving, holding an abyssal darkness. It seemed as if the light penetrated less than it had before, and what was deep below was nothing but pitch black shadowlands.
Just as I was about to disembark and head towards Josie, something moved in the water. I craned my neck farther over the railing to get a better look. It looked like two large masses were separating from each other, unearthing a ravine.
Josie had gotten the boat moving, and we were starting to turn towards an opening between two of the spirals. As the boat circled, I got a better view of what lay below. The ravine widened, and inside it I could see a dark, whitish yellow mass peeking through. As Josie cranked us up to speed the yellow mass had opened up into a large, oval shape that seemed to span across the ocean floor. Its center held a deep, dark circle that sucked in light as if it were a black hole, twisting all things inside of it.
Then it closed up again. I sighed in relief, hoping that no more spirals would emerge.
Suddenly it opened up again in a furious motion, wider than before, into a perfect circle. Then it hit me - it was an eye, larger than anything I could think of. Although we were moving at full speed, it was so gargantuan that we weren’t making any headway.
It had blinked.
“Josie? Frank?” I screamed as I turned around and saw Frank on the opposite railing looking down at the water, witnessing the same thing I was seeing.
Frank turned to me, his face a washed white, and his mouth slightly agape. “They’re tentacles. They’re fucking tentacles, look!” he pointed at one of the bigger spirals. “They have fucking suction cups and all! Shit, SHIT!”
As if on cue, the tentacles started to return to the water, splashing as they did so, producing strong currents in the water. The boat was immediately caught up in the chaos, going up and around huge waves and being dragged by the water’s shifting volume. Frank sprang below deck, and I followed him. From the small round windows I could see one of the gargantuan tentacles dropping back into the water, the boat just barely missing its tip and almost sunk by the shifting ocean.
Josie ran inside with us and exclaimed “The storm is back! It’s fucking back! I can’t maneuver the boat worth shit!”
As she closed the door behind her, we were flung to the side, my ribs hitting one of the cabinets, producing a painful crack. I could hear the rain start to scratch at the boat, and soon we were engulfed in darkness, the rain gunning down on us through the waves. The boat rocked and swayed worse than it had before, and at some points I was sure we’d gone under, buried into the deep sea, never to see the sun again. We held on to whatever we could as water trickled through the sealed door and started pooling up on the floor.
Slowly, but steadily, the storm started to pass, the boat regaining its level status along the water. The darkness outside faded into a dark red. Once it was possible to stand with relative ease, we emerged from the cabin and walked up to the deck.
“Everyone okay?” Josie asked.
“I think I’m gonna --,” Frank replied, and promptly ran to grab the edge of the railing and vomited yellow bile into the water, his stomach empty of food from before.
“My ribs got a beating, but I don’t think anything’s broken, “ I said. “What about you?”
“I’m fine. Just some bruises. Look,” Josie said, walking to the other side of the boat.
On the horizon, we saw the evening sun illuminating a crimson glow behind a small town some 500 yards away.
“Frank?” Josie called out.
“Yeah?” he replied through thick phlegm that sounded like it was stuck to his throat and running down his nostrils.
“We made it.”
We docked at the unfamiliar town and found a small hotel - probably the only one there - just a quick walking distance away. Once we got our phones dried off, Josie’s seemed to be the only one that still worked. As she looked up our location she nearly dropped the phone on the ground.
“I -- I don’t know how, but we’re quite far from home,” she said, her voice produced in quick breaths.
“How far?” Frank asked.
“Some 480 miles away.”
We checked and double checked her phone, but she was right: somehow we’d ended up nearly 500 miles down the coast into a small fishing town.
We were so tired that we decided to get some sleep before giving the bad news to Josie’s dad. The next morning Josie called him up and explained the situation, giving him the simple version: a storm had hit us, and after we got out we’d arrived here. I could hear the screams he gave her through the phone - apparently he was sure we’d driven the boat all the way to this ghost town in the middle of nowhere and docked it here, just to spite him. Josie didn’t respond to him much, only apologizing and telling him to come pick us up.
A day later he arrived, furious with us - and especially Josie. Once we showed him the boat I thought he was going to burst into a thousand tiny pieces, for I’d never seen a man so angry before. Although I think he overreacted, it was true that the boat was in shambles. There was water damage throughout the interiors, most of the equipment was shot, and large scratches were present along the exterior’s white paint.
Josie begged him not to drive the boat back home, but he insisted, not hearing a word her daughter was saying. We drove his car and arrived home that night.
As promised, me and Josie went out for a beer a few weeks later after her dad had settled down enough to let her out of the house. We went through the events of the trip in great detail, confirming to each other that it really did happen - although we disagreed on one thing.
Josie still thought that the spirals were just magma turned rock, and the whole thing was just extremely bad luck. According to her, we got held up by a superstorm or hurricane that moved our boat on top of an active underwater volcano, and then got hit by that same storm later as it moved across the ocean at miraculous speeds. Her theory was that the storm moved us along with it, making it possible to traverse such tremendous lengths with ease.
But Josie didn’t see what had been underneath us. Her theory was that the ‘eye’ I saw was simply lava cooling down as it emerged from the ocean bed. But she hadn’t seen it blink.
Frank of course seen it as well, but I haven’t heard from him much after the incident. According to his mom, he’s been cooped up in his room, drawing yellow circles on black pages. He’d told her that he needed some time to think.
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Monday arrived and the weather was still solid, and Josie’s dad had reluctantly signed off on our plan, so we decided not to wait any longer and take it out the next day. The idea was to have a two day mini-cruise; just us hanging out on the boat and maybe docking it for the night at a nearby town. Although Josie’s dad was a hardass, he had taught her how to drive and maintain the boat since she was a kid, so really, the worst thing that could happen is that we wouldn’t have enough snacks.
Me and Frank met at the parking lot, and saw Josie standing on the boat at the end of the dock. Her dad was with her, lecturing her about some winch or other, Josie rolling her eyes next to him, barely maintaining her attention.
“He really can’t leave her alone even for a couple days, can he?” Frank asked, keeping his voice low as we stepped on the long dock.
“Josie or the boat?”
Frank chuckled, then quickly returned his resting poker face as we reached the boat, Josie’s dad turning around as he heard the planks creaking under our feet.
Before he could say anything, Josie ran up from behind him and said “Hi boys! You brought the food and snacks and the five gallons of vodka, I assume?”
“Aye aye, Captain!” we replied in unison. It was Josie’s dad’s turn to roll his eyes.
“Well, I’ll leave you to it,” he said to Josie, starting to walk down the small ramp down to the dock. “And remember, two days, no more. I expect you to bring her back in one piece.”
“Sure thing, dad!” That was Josie’s way of saying yes, yes, yes, I get it already.
Josie’s dad gave us a stern look followed by a slight nod as he walked past us. He never really liked me or Frankie, a bunch of hooligans, as he’d once called us when we were kids. For the record, me and Frankie didn’t like the guy either, so at least the feeling was mutual.
After her dad was out of earshot, Josie yelled “Are you ready kids?!” putting on her damndest pirate voice.
“Aye Aye Cap-TAIN!” we screamed and sprinted up the ramp and into the boat.
After an exchange of hugs we unloaded our groceries into the mini-fridge below deck, then met up with Josie, who was already sitting inside the helm. “Ready to leave, crew?” she asked. “Let’s rock this boat,” Frank replied. The amount of bad jokes this early in the morning was surely a great indication for what the rest of the day held.
It wasn’t long until the shore behind us was gone, the tranquil open sea spreading out in all directions. Josie seemed to know where we were going, but at that point I could no longer discern what direction we had even come from.
Me and Frank sunbathed and joked around on the deck until Josie emerged from her cocoon-like cockpit. “Sorry to interrupt your hi-LARIOUS hijinks, but I’d propose we have some lunch soon.”
Like destiny, the word lunch produced a unified grumble from both me and Frank’s stomachs - the universal horn of yes please, food please, now please.
“We can stay here for a while, then we could start heading towards the town,” Josie said.
Feeling bad that she was doing all the heavy lifting, I asked her “You need any help? It’s your boat, and us your honored guests, so don’t be afraid to command us, cap’n!”
“Please,” Josie replied, “when I get a chance to drive this boat, I take it. Dad’s been hogging it like crazy all summer. Besides, it’s not like you guys even know what half of the things on this boat are called, let alone what they’re used for.”
“Well, that’s the driver’s seat,” Frank said, pointing at the helm.
“That’s called a helm, my dear. Frank - you just earned yourself the honorary job of heating up our lunch.”
“This ain’t no Ford Prius, I see,” he replied as he got up and started to take lazy strides towards below deck.
“Toyota,” I said.
“What?”
“Prius is Toyota. Not Ford. Come one, let’s go make lunch for the captain.” I got up to follow Frank, nodding approvingly to Josie.
We had cheap microwave meals for lunch, seeing as the boat didn’t have a stovetop or an oven. For some reason - maybe it was the soothing sounds of the ocean lazily slapping the boat, or the warm afternoon sun - the food defied its low expectations and tasted great.
Afterwards we had a little siesta where I almost fell asleep until Josie said “Shall I take course towards the town, then?”
Through a straw hat laid across his face, Frank mumbled “Aye aye.”
“You sure you don’t need any help?” I asked Josie one again, but she was already jumping into the helm, excited to get back at it. “You guys just take a chill, I’ll get us where we need to.”
As the motor’s soothing hum returned, I got myself a bag of chips and sat on the deck, watching the horizon. Frank still had the hat on his face, which either meant that he didn’t want to be bothered, or that he’d fallen asleep. Either way, I was happy to just sit under the sun as the boat slowly rolled towards our destination, cutting a line into the flaccid water behind us.
“Shit, Shit SHIT!” Josie screamed. I must’ve fallen asleep, and as I got up the half eaten bag of chips crushed under my foot.
“What, Josie? What’s wrong?”
“What’s going on?” Frank parroted as he stood up, the hat falling beside him.
“There’s a fucking storm coming,” Josie said as she frantically pressed buttons, her eyes darting across the dashboard of the helm.
I turned around and looked at the horizon. Dread filled me as I saw an infinitely wide wall of dark clouds spread across the sky, making contact with the water in a misty gray curtain. I noticed that the ocean was no longer level, for it was rippled with small waves that thumped the sides of the boat in eager anticipation.
“I thought it was supposed to be nothing but clear skies,” Frank said. He’d walked beside me, taking in the horror beyond the horizon.
“Ex-fucking-actly, Sherlock. It came out of fucking nowhere,” Josie snapped, holding the wheel tightly in her right hand as she fiddled something with her left.
“Okay, Josie, I know this might sound stupid, but bear with. Why are we going towards the storm?” I asked, trying to not seem disingenuous as I turned around to face her.
She gave a sigh, stopping what she was doing and looked me in the eyes. “That’s where the town is. It’s the closest place to dock right now, and the storm’s moving faster than any I’ve ever seen. If we go back it’ll catch up to us and we’re fucked. If we go through it, we’ll spend the least amount of time inside it, giving us at least a chance.”
“A chance at what?” Frankie asked.
“A chance at getting out of here.”
“Any port in a storm, I guess,” I said, trying to lighten the mood, to which Frank gave me a concerned look.
The air had turned cool, so I went and changed to warmer clothing, Frank doing the same. Coming back up to the deck, I saw that the storm had moved closer. A lot closer. Josie instructed us to put on life jackets and to stay below deck, not to come out unless she asked us to. We put on the puffy orange jackets and promptly hunkered down below deck. The increasing waves were already rocking the boat uneasily.
“Are we gonna die?” Frank asked, his voice whimpering as he looked up at me from the opposite bench.
Although the question had already burrowed itself into my mind as well, I replied “No, NO, man, we’re not gonna die. Like Josie said, it’s just a quick ride through and then we’re back on dry land,” hoping that my words held even a sliver of truth.
In a matter of minutes, the sky turned dark and the boat started jumping on waves, like a rollercoaster rapidly going up and down and up and down. The rain tore into the boat like a machine gun as thunder sounded from across the way, lightning flashing the sky white erratically. Frank’s lunch quickly escaped his stomach, coming out in an arc of brownish green vomit that splattered across my legs and the floor. I was too scared to care, and he was too frightened to apologize.
The storm kept getting worse, the waves becoming larger as evidenced by the deeper dives and longer ascensions. Water was constantly slamming the deck, some of it trickling down to our feet. Through the two small windows the cabin had, it was near impossible to know whether we were on top of the water or under it, or which way was up or down. Although the storm was loud, I could still hear Josie cursing and screaming as she battled the waves and tried to keep us afloat, which was the only indication that she hadn’t been swallowed into the depths below. Frank was sweating bullets, his face a pale white. I wasn’t doing much better either, the words it’s gonna be ok it’s gonna be ok repeating in my mind.
Slowly the storm started to ease up, the waves thinning out and the rain becoming only a slight patter. Neither Frank or me said anything, though, not wanting to jinx it before we were safely back on land. Soon, the boat’s rocking lessened severely, and I could see sunshine coming through the windows.
“Hey guys, you okay? You can come up now,” Josie yelled, her inflection hesitant but calm.
Frankie apologized for the vomit as we got up and made our way up the steps. Josie was standing at the front of the deck, tumbling through her soaking wet hair with her fingers.
“Ho-lee shit, did we just survive the fucking apocalypse?” Frank asked rhetorically, his eyes darting between me and Josie.
“Josie! You okay?” I asked.
“Yeah, yeah… I’m fine,” she replied, waving her hand like nothing abnormal had happened at all.
I walked up next to her and said “We got through it, didn’t we? Now just let’s get ourselves back on land, eh?”
“Yeah, well, that’s the problem.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, look,” she said, holding her hand out at the pale horizon, like she was presenting it on an invisible platter. “Where’s the town?”
“What do you mean where’s the town? We got through the storm, so shouldn’t we be able to get through to it now?”
“That’s the thing. It should be right in front of us.”
“Where’s the storm?” Frankie yelled from the back of the boat.
“What do you mean ‘where’s the storm?’ We just went through it” Josie yelled in annoyance, still peering at the horizon.
“For fuck’s sake, come here,” Frank replied.
Josie looked at me and rolled her eyes, then started walking towards Frank as she gave a long sigh. I followed tepidly behind her.
As we reached the back of the boat, I realized what Frank had meant. There was no storm, nor clouds, or even residual waves. “What the fuck,” I exclaimed under my breath, right as Josie started sprinting around the boat, looking in all directions, her head swiveling in frantic motions, her hair throwing beads of water around like a dog drying up after a swim. A minute later she joined us, panting, and said “It’s all just water. There’s nothing on any side. We’re in the middle of the fucking ocean, the storm’s gone, there’s nothing.”
“Shit, shit, shit…” Frank muttered as he started to tap his foot on the deck, holding himself in a tight hug as he shivered in his wet clothes.
I turned to Josie. “Well we shouldn’t be far off from something, right? It’s still day, and even with the storm we couldn’t have gone too far.”
I could see that Josie was tired. She looked like she had aged about ten years in the last twenty minutes. “Okay, okay, you’re right. Let me just check some things and figure out where to go.”
Josie left for the helm, leaving me and Frank to stare in silent horror at the lazy, blue ocean that seemed to stretch infinitely in all directions.
After a long minute Josie called to us “Guys… you better come check this out.”
She was staring intensely at the dashboard of the helm as we arrived.
“Okay, so good and bad news. Which first?”
“Good, please.” Frank replied, recovered from the worst of the shivers.
“Okay, so the good news is, uhh,” she began, still fiddling with controls as if to double check her suspicions “the boat seems to be in running condition. There’s no damage to anything that would prevent us from going forward.”
“So what’s the problem then?” I asked.
“Check your phones.”
“What?” me and Frank said in unison.
“Check if you have a signal, internet, anything.”
“Shit,” Frank said. “Yeah, mine too,” I replied as I looked at my phone and saw that there was absolutely no signal or internet.
“Yeah, I don’t have a signal either - just had to check. And it doesn’t stop there,” Josie said, “compasses, readings, all of that - it’s shot. I can’t navigate us anywhere, and I have no idea where we are.”
Frank started to freak out and walked towards the front of the boat, his wet shoes squishing as he stomped angrily. “Fuck, fuck, FUCK. What the fuck do we do?”
“Well, as I said, we can still move. The only question is where. I have a faint idea of where the sun was when we first headed out, and I suggest we try to mimic its movement back to the dock,” Josie said to me while keeping her eye on Frank.
Frank was now squatting on the deck, his hands gripping his neck as he stared down at his feet.
“That sounds smart. Then if we see the storm again, we can recalibrate. We should probably be hitting land at some point, right?” I said to Josie.
“That’s my logic, at least.”
“You with us Frank?” I asked, turning to him.
“Yeah, yeah. I guess that sounds smart,” he replied in a solemn voice under his breath.
“Need any help?” I asked Josie.
“Take care of Frank,” she said quietly. “The best thing we can do is stay calm.”
Josie revved up the engine and turned the boat around carefully as she mapped out our approximate direction, and then we left towards a horizon that was no different from the others, guided only by the sun’s approximate movements.
As Josie manned the wheel, me and Frank cleaned up below deck and dried our clothes. As we were finishing up, he said he’d stay below deck, as he needed some time to think.
Looking at the sun, the day was slowly turning to evening. It was summer, so we still had daylight for a few more hours. I went up to Josie to see how she was doing.
“Frank’s below. Said he needed some time to think. I don’t blame him - this is indeed a bit fucked up, isn’t it?”
“Logically, we should hit land at some point,” she replied, her eyes fixed on the horizon, her presence distant.
“How are you doing, Josie? You just pulled us through hell. I know you don’t need help with the boat, but I’m just saying -- I’m here if you wanna talk.”
Josie sighed and turned to me. “Thanks. I think right now what I need is to get us safely back home. Once we’re back you can buy me a beer and then we can talk.”
I nodded, and then turned my head to look at the horizon. Noticing something in the distance, I said “Josie, uhh, what’s that?”
She turned her head back to survey the ocean.
In the distance there were small, dark peaks rising from the ocean, like the tips of underwater mountains rising above the water. They’d appeared seemingly out of nowhere.
“I -- I don’t know. But I think we’re gonna see soon enough.”
I stayed with Josie as we approached the peaks. As we got closer, it was obvious that there was no land between them. Instead, they shot up from the water in thick spirals that tapered off the higher they reached. As we got closer we could finally realize their true size. Although some were smaller than others, most were the equivalent of tall office buildings, some reaching even higher. They spiraled and twisted in the air, arcing like blades of grass in the wind, and it seemed like they could fall down at any moment, but they did not move or shake in the slightest. There must have been twenty or so, and they all looked similar despite their differences in size; dark, mostly smooth yet also scratched, like charred meat on a grill.
“You have any idea what these are? They look like… trees or something, except they don’t have leaves or branches,” I said to Josie.
“Never seen anything like it. Must be some rock formations or something. Maybe there’s an underwater volcano that bursted lava out and it solidified -- I really don’t know. But those should only happen deeper in the ocean, far away from land.”
I heard Frank coming up the stairs. He looked better than he had before, his step lighter. Although I’d been afraid he’d been brooding, I guess having some time to think really did help.
As he saw the spiraling towers, his face turned into a twisted and confused half-frown as he said “What the fuck are those?”
“We don’t know,” I replied, “but it’s the only thing we’ve seen so far.”
Soon the closest spiral towered just a mere two hundred yards away, its wide shade casting upon the boat. From a distance it had been hard to decipher the dark structures, but upon closer inspection, it was clear that their anatomy was… abnormal. Stretches of surface material were mostly smooth, but all of the spirals seemed to have slight craters that were formed above the rest of the exterior. It looked like they had been bombarded by meteors of differing sizes, although even if this had been the case, how had they not been immediately broken, I do not know. They were beyond any logic I could muster.
“So, anyone know what we’re looking at?” Josie askied, surprising both me and Frank - she was usually the one to know things, us just tagging along for the ride.
“No clue, captain,” replied Frank as he stared upwards in dismay at the towering spiral.
“Still no,” I said.
Suddenly the boat’s end shot up, followed by the front, ascending us a good ten yards in mere seconds. Frank and I were knocked down on the deck, but Josie managed to hold onto the walls surrounding the helm. The boat kept rocking as waves hit us from behind. I slowly stood up with my knees bent for support, and went to help out Frank who was still laying on the deck, his eyes wide in panic.
Once I’d gotten Frank up, Josie had already managed to make her way to the back of the boat. We held onto the railings along the boat’s edge and walked as fast as we could through the oceanic turbulence to catch up with her. Once I saw what had produced those waves, I wanted to get back to land more than I ever had before.
In the distance tens more of the spirals had emerged from the ocean, some even larger than the ones we’d seen. They dripped with water, and some were covered in green algae. Somehow they’d been quiet, merely disturbing the water as they’d shot up.
“We need to move! One of those things could shoot up under the boat and sink the whole fucking thing!” Josie screamed, running back inside the helm as the waves slowly calmed down and became smaller. I leaned on the railing to see if there was something underneath us - not that there was much I could do, even if I saw a gigantic spiral shooting up from the depths.
The water beneath the surface was unmoving, holding an abyssal darkness. It seemed as if the light penetrated less than it had before, and what was deep below was nothing but pitch black shadowlands.
Just as I was about to disembark and head towards Josie, something moved in the water. I craned my neck farther over the railing to get a better look. It looked like two large masses were separating from each other, unearthing a ravine.
Josie had gotten the boat moving, and we were starting to turn towards an opening between two of the spirals. As the boat circled, I got a better view of what lay below. The ravine widened, and inside it I could see a dark, whitish yellow mass peeking through. As Josie cranked us up to speed the yellow mass had opened up into a large, oval shape that seemed to span across the ocean floor. Its center held a deep, dark circle that sucked in light as if it were a black hole, twisting all things inside of it.
Then it closed up again. I sighed in relief, hoping that no more spirals would emerge.
Suddenly it opened up again in a furious motion, wider than before, into a perfect circle. Then it hit me - it was an eye, larger than anything I could think of. Although we were moving at full speed, it was so gargantuan that we weren’t making any headway.
It had blinked.
“Josie? Frank?” I screamed as I turned around and saw Frank on the opposite railing looking down at the water, witnessing the same thing I was seeing.
Frank turned to me, his face a washed white, and his mouth slightly agape. “They’re tentacles. They’re fucking tentacles, look!” he pointed at one of the bigger spirals. “They have fucking suction cups and all! Shit, SHIT!”
As if on cue, the tentacles started to return to the water, splashing as they did so, producing strong currents in the water. The boat was immediately caught up in the chaos, going up and around huge waves and being dragged by the water’s shifting volume. Frank sprang below deck, and I followed him. From the small round windows I could see one of the gargantuan tentacles dropping back into the water, the boat just barely missing its tip and almost sunk by the shifting ocean.
Josie ran inside with us and exclaimed “The storm is back! It’s fucking back! I can’t maneuver the boat worth shit!”
As she closed the door behind her, we were flung to the side, my ribs hitting one of the cabinets, producing a painful crack. I could hear the rain start to scratch at the boat, and soon we were engulfed in darkness, the rain gunning down on us through the waves. The boat rocked and swayed worse than it had before, and at some points I was sure we’d gone under, buried into the deep sea, never to see the sun again. We held on to whatever we could as water trickled through the sealed door and started pooling up on the floor.
Slowly, but steadily, the storm started to pass, the boat regaining its level status along the water. The darkness outside faded into a dark red. Once it was possible to stand with relative ease, we emerged from the cabin and walked up to the deck.
“Everyone okay?” Josie asked.
“I think I’m gonna --,” Frank replied, and promptly ran to grab the edge of the railing and vomited yellow bile into the water, his stomach empty of food from before.
“My ribs got a beating, but I don’t think anything’s broken, “ I said. “What about you?”
“I’m fine. Just some bruises. Look,” Josie said, walking to the other side of the boat.
On the horizon, we saw the evening sun illuminating a crimson glow behind a small town some 500 yards away.
“Frank?” Josie called out.
“Yeah?” he replied through thick phlegm that sounded like it was stuck to his throat and running down his nostrils.
“We made it.”
We docked at the unfamiliar town and found a small hotel - probably the only one there - just a quick walking distance away. Once we got our phones dried off, Josie’s seemed to be the only one that still worked. As she looked up our location she nearly dropped the phone on the ground.
“I -- I don’t know how, but we’re quite far from home,” she said, her voice produced in quick breaths.
“How far?” Frank asked.
“Some 480 miles away.”
We checked and double checked her phone, but she was right: somehow we’d ended up nearly 500 miles down the coast into a small fishing town.
We were so tired that we decided to get some sleep before giving the bad news to Josie’s dad. The next morning Josie called him up and explained the situation, giving him the simple version: a storm had hit us, and after we got out we’d arrived here. I could hear the screams he gave her through the phone - apparently he was sure we’d driven the boat all the way to this ghost town in the middle of nowhere and docked it here, just to spite him. Josie didn’t respond to him much, only apologizing and telling him to come pick us up.
A day later he arrived, furious with us - and especially Josie. Once we showed him the boat I thought he was going to burst into a thousand tiny pieces, for I’d never seen a man so angry before. Although I think he overreacted, it was true that the boat was in shambles. There was water damage throughout the interiors, most of the equipment was shot, and large scratches were present along the exterior’s white paint.
Josie begged him not to drive the boat back home, but he insisted, not hearing a word her daughter was saying. We drove his car and arrived home that night.
As promised, me and Josie went out for a beer a few weeks later after her dad had settled down enough to let her out of the house. We went through the events of the trip in great detail, confirming to each other that it really did happen - although we disagreed on one thing.
Josie still thought that the spirals were just magma turned rock, and the whole thing was just extremely bad luck. According to her, we got held up by a superstorm or hurricane that moved our boat on top of an active underwater volcano, and then got hit by that same storm later as it moved across the ocean at miraculous speeds. Her theory was that the storm moved us along with it, making it possible to traverse such tremendous lengths with ease.
But Josie didn’t see what had been underneath us. Her theory was that the ‘eye’ I saw was simply lava cooling down as it emerged from the ocean bed. But she hadn’t seen it blink.
Frank of course seen it as well, but I haven’t heard from him much after the incident. According to his mom, he’s been cooped up in his room, drawing yellow circles on black pages. He’d told her that he needed some time to think.
2023.03.21 21:07 throwaway2039458734 happy monday
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2023.03.21 20:38 throwRAyhxbj swollen lumps in 1 year old neck?
Hello everyone 👋 My daughter & I were finally discharged from the hospital after 5 days. We still have no idea what is going on in her neck. Doctors have lessened it down to either infected lymph nodes or cysts. Also, the scary possibility that the lumps are cancerous.
I am frustrated having no answers but remaining calm, patient, and having faith in the doctors. We were admitted at supposedly one of the best children’s hospitals in my state. I figured I’d take it to Reddit to see if anyone else has experienced something similar. Here is the timeline of events:
Wednesday: I noticed from looking at her from behind, that her right side of the neck was swollen. she recently has had no cuts or injuries. hasn’t been around animals. no known allergies. just a random, out of the blue, swollen neck. she was happy like normal and didnt seem in pain. Took her to pediatrician. Strep test negative, they say this is out of their range and sent us to the ER.
Thursday AM: finally get admitted into a room. Ultrasound is first. Results didn’t bring doctors anywhere. Only concluded that there is inflammation in her neck. She had one big swollen lump on the right side, and then 2 small ones on the left. Bloodwork shows elevated WBC. At this point the lumps in her neck are getting harder, bigger, and less squishy.
Thursday night: they took a chest x-ray, said it was protocol for anyone who was admitted but they were also looking for lung markings. again, inconclusive results as to what was causing this swelling.
Friday morning: they put my baby under anesthesia for a CAT scan. This concluded that her neck was filled with abscess and fluid. Then the preformed a slight draining biopsy procedure where they took some of the abscess and sent it to the lab to see which bacteria grew from it. They were not able to drain a lot of fluid. He described it as, her body formed a ball around the infection to protect it from spreading, and that prevented them from retrieving a lot of abscess thru the draining procedure. But they did get some and that was enough for the biopsy.
Friday afternoon: the surgeon spoke to me about how it’s a possibility this is a branchial cleft cyst, type II lesion, that they will need to remove. after it is removed, they can examine not only the cyst, but also her clean neck to see why it’s happening. he said it has reached the size of a golf ball.
Saturday: still awaiting results. Doctors have lessened their theories to an infected lymph node (what infection, though?), a branchial cleft cyst that she was born with and would possibly require surgery to be removed, or the worst possibility that these ‘lumps’ are cancerous, a type of lymphoma .. Which is just a waiting game while we wait for the biopsy results.
Sunday: finally, some bacteria grew from the fluids in her neck. Staphylococcus epidermidis. They do not believe this is causing the infection /swelling, rather the needle came in contact with StaphEpi when touching the skin on her neck as many people carry this on their skin daily with no issues. They put my baby on Unasyn for 30 mins thru the Iv periodically. her fever spiked to 101 so they gave her tylenol and it went down just fine.
Monday: finally discharged with oral Augmentin to give her orally ever 12 hours, along with a probiotic once a day to harden her stool (diarrhea has been a side effect from the medicine). we are still waiting for the results from the biopsy and i have a follow up visit with the lymph node specialist on friday and the cyst surgeon on monday.
an important note to add is that she was exposed to MRSA, which i was confident could be the cause of her swollen neck, but the doctors don’t have it on their immediate list of theories while we await results.
has anyone heard of or experienced anything like this? swollen, hard lymphnode-like lumps throughout the neck but causing no pain? can eat/swallow fine? sleeping, using the bathroom like normal?
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I am frustrated having no answers but remaining calm, patient, and having faith in the doctors. We were admitted at supposedly one of the best children’s hospitals in my state. I figured I’d take it to Reddit to see if anyone else has experienced something similar. Here is the timeline of events:
Wednesday: I noticed from looking at her from behind, that her right side of the neck was swollen. she recently has had no cuts or injuries. hasn’t been around animals. no known allergies. just a random, out of the blue, swollen neck. she was happy like normal and didnt seem in pain. Took her to pediatrician. Strep test negative, they say this is out of their range and sent us to the ER.
Thursday AM: finally get admitted into a room. Ultrasound is first. Results didn’t bring doctors anywhere. Only concluded that there is inflammation in her neck. She had one big swollen lump on the right side, and then 2 small ones on the left. Bloodwork shows elevated WBC. At this point the lumps in her neck are getting harder, bigger, and less squishy.
Thursday night: they took a chest x-ray, said it was protocol for anyone who was admitted but they were also looking for lung markings. again, inconclusive results as to what was causing this swelling.
Friday morning: they put my baby under anesthesia for a CAT scan. This concluded that her neck was filled with abscess and fluid. Then the preformed a slight draining biopsy procedure where they took some of the abscess and sent it to the lab to see which bacteria grew from it. They were not able to drain a lot of fluid. He described it as, her body formed a ball around the infection to protect it from spreading, and that prevented them from retrieving a lot of abscess thru the draining procedure. But they did get some and that was enough for the biopsy.
Friday afternoon: the surgeon spoke to me about how it’s a possibility this is a branchial cleft cyst, type II lesion, that they will need to remove. after it is removed, they can examine not only the cyst, but also her clean neck to see why it’s happening. he said it has reached the size of a golf ball.
Saturday: still awaiting results. Doctors have lessened their theories to an infected lymph node (what infection, though?), a branchial cleft cyst that she was born with and would possibly require surgery to be removed, or the worst possibility that these ‘lumps’ are cancerous, a type of lymphoma .. Which is just a waiting game while we wait for the biopsy results.
Sunday: finally, some bacteria grew from the fluids in her neck. Staphylococcus epidermidis. They do not believe this is causing the infection /swelling, rather the needle came in contact with StaphEpi when touching the skin on her neck as many people carry this on their skin daily with no issues. They put my baby on Unasyn for 30 mins thru the Iv periodically. her fever spiked to 101 so they gave her tylenol and it went down just fine.
Monday: finally discharged with oral Augmentin to give her orally ever 12 hours, along with a probiotic once a day to harden her stool (diarrhea has been a side effect from the medicine). we are still waiting for the results from the biopsy and i have a follow up visit with the lymph node specialist on friday and the cyst surgeon on monday.
an important note to add is that she was exposed to MRSA, which i was confident could be the cause of her swollen neck, but the doctors don’t have it on their immediate list of theories while we await results.
has anyone heard of or experienced anything like this? swollen, hard lymphnode-like lumps throughout the neck but causing no pain? can eat/swallow fine? sleeping, using the bathroom like normal?
2023.03.21 20:33 throwRAyhxbj swollen lumps in 1 year old’s neck..
Hello everyone 👋 My daughter & I were finally discharged from the hospital after 5 days. We still have no idea what is going on in her neck. Doctors have lessened it down to either infected lymph nodes or cysts. Also, the scary possibility that the lumps are cancerous.
I am frustrated having no answers but remaining calm, patient, and having faith in the doctors. We were admitted at supposedly one of the best children’s hospitals in my state. I figured I’d take it to Reddit to see if anyone else has experienced something similar. Here is the timeline of events:
Wednesday: I noticed from looking at her from behind, that her right side of the neck was swollen. she recently has had no cuts or injuries. hasn’t been around animals. no known allergies. just a random, out of the blue, swollen neck. she was happy like normal and didnt seem in pain. Took her to pediatrician. Strep test negative, they say this is out of their range and sent us to the ER.
Thursday AM: finally get admitted into a room. Ultrasound is first. Results didn’t bring doctors anywhere. Only concluded that there is inflammation in her neck. She had one big swollen lump on the right side, and then 2 small ones on the left. Bloodwork shows elevated WBC. At this point the lumps in her neck are getting harder, bigger, and less squishy.
Thursday night: they took a chest x-ray, said it was protocol for anyone who was admitted but they were also looking for lung markings. again, inconclusive results as to what was causing this swelling.
Friday morning: they put my baby under anesthesia for a CAT scan. This concluded that her neck was filled with abscess and fluid. Then the preformed a slight draining biopsy procedure where they took some of the abscess and sent it to the lab to see which bacteria grew from it. They were not able to drain a lot of fluid. He described it as, her body formed a ball around the infection to protect it from spreading, and that prevented them from retrieving a lot of abscess thru the draining procedure. But they did get some and that was enough for the biopsy.
Friday afternoon: the surgeon spoke to me about how it’s a possibility this is a branchial cleft cyst, type II lesion, that they will need to remove. after it is removed, they can examine not only the cyst, but also her clean neck to see why it’s happening. he said it has reached the size of a golf ball.
Saturday: still awaiting results. Doctors have lessened their theories to an infected lymph node (what infection, though?), a branchial cleft cyst that she was born with and would possibly require surgery to be removed, or the worst possibility that these ‘lumps’ are cancerous, a type of lymphoma .. Which is just a waiting game while we wait for the biopsy results.
Sunday: finally, some bacteria grew from the fluids in her neck. Staphylococcus epidermidis. They do not believe this is causing the infection /swelling, rather the needle came in contact with StaphEpi when touching the skin on her neck as many people carry this on their skin daily with no issues. They put my baby on Unasyn for 30 mins thru the Iv periodically. her fever spiked to 101 so they gave her tylenol and it went down just fine.
Monday: finally discharged with oral Augmentin to give her orally ever 12 hours, along with a probiotic once a day to harden her stool (diarrhea has been a side effect from the medicine). we are still waiting for the results from the biopsy and i have a follow up visit with the lymph node specialist on friday and the cyst surgeon on monday.
an important note to add is that she was exposed to MRSA, which i was confident could be the cause of her swollen neck, but the doctors don’t have it on their immediate list of theories while we await results.
has anyone heard of or experienced anything like this? swollen, hard lymphnode-like lumps throughout the neck but causing no pain? can eat/swallow fine? sleeping, using the bathroom like normal?
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I am frustrated having no answers but remaining calm, patient, and having faith in the doctors. We were admitted at supposedly one of the best children’s hospitals in my state. I figured I’d take it to Reddit to see if anyone else has experienced something similar. Here is the timeline of events:
Wednesday: I noticed from looking at her from behind, that her right side of the neck was swollen. she recently has had no cuts or injuries. hasn’t been around animals. no known allergies. just a random, out of the blue, swollen neck. she was happy like normal and didnt seem in pain. Took her to pediatrician. Strep test negative, they say this is out of their range and sent us to the ER.
Thursday AM: finally get admitted into a room. Ultrasound is first. Results didn’t bring doctors anywhere. Only concluded that there is inflammation in her neck. She had one big swollen lump on the right side, and then 2 small ones on the left. Bloodwork shows elevated WBC. At this point the lumps in her neck are getting harder, bigger, and less squishy.
Thursday night: they took a chest x-ray, said it was protocol for anyone who was admitted but they were also looking for lung markings. again, inconclusive results as to what was causing this swelling.
Friday morning: they put my baby under anesthesia for a CAT scan. This concluded that her neck was filled with abscess and fluid. Then the preformed a slight draining biopsy procedure where they took some of the abscess and sent it to the lab to see which bacteria grew from it. They were not able to drain a lot of fluid. He described it as, her body formed a ball around the infection to protect it from spreading, and that prevented them from retrieving a lot of abscess thru the draining procedure. But they did get some and that was enough for the biopsy.
Friday afternoon: the surgeon spoke to me about how it’s a possibility this is a branchial cleft cyst, type II lesion, that they will need to remove. after it is removed, they can examine not only the cyst, but also her clean neck to see why it’s happening. he said it has reached the size of a golf ball.
Saturday: still awaiting results. Doctors have lessened their theories to an infected lymph node (what infection, though?), a branchial cleft cyst that she was born with and would possibly require surgery to be removed, or the worst possibility that these ‘lumps’ are cancerous, a type of lymphoma .. Which is just a waiting game while we wait for the biopsy results.
Sunday: finally, some bacteria grew from the fluids in her neck. Staphylococcus epidermidis. They do not believe this is causing the infection /swelling, rather the needle came in contact with StaphEpi when touching the skin on her neck as many people carry this on their skin daily with no issues. They put my baby on Unasyn for 30 mins thru the Iv periodically. her fever spiked to 101 so they gave her tylenol and it went down just fine.
Monday: finally discharged with oral Augmentin to give her orally ever 12 hours, along with a probiotic once a day to harden her stool (diarrhea has been a side effect from the medicine). we are still waiting for the results from the biopsy and i have a follow up visit with the lymph node specialist on friday and the cyst surgeon on monday.
an important note to add is that she was exposed to MRSA, which i was confident could be the cause of her swollen neck, but the doctors don’t have it on their immediate list of theories while we await results.
has anyone heard of or experienced anything like this? swollen, hard lymphnode-like lumps throughout the neck but causing no pain? can eat/swallow fine? sleeping, using the bathroom like normal?
2023.03.21 20:16 ciitlalicue Beware of Mercari Seller
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2023.03.21 20:00 ParisianPachyderm Removing Slices - Taxes and Advice
If I have a Pie with multiple slices.
If I want to remove a slice because the trend of that stock is going down, or because I'm happy with profits, or for any reason, what is the best approach to this?
I noticed if a stock is in the red, the balancing mechanic pumps money into it to help bring it back up to the % I set. But, if I think a stock is going to stay in a downtrend for a few weeks, wouldn't it make sense to exit the trade?
When I do that, I get warnings about tax issues (I guess if it's a winning trade, otherwise no harm there if it's a losing trade). I put a steady deposit in every Monday, and I was wondering if I should just exit the trade instead of putting more in every week to help with balancing. I know it's DCA approach, but slices don't seem to work well with a DCA approach, because you are just finding a % weight.
I know a lot of this doesn't make sense, so instead of telling me what I should do, or what I'm doing wrong, give me some ideas to think about when I'm dealing with this. Basically, I'd like to know how to approach this using M1 as opposed to just eTrade.
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If I want to remove a slice because the trend of that stock is going down, or because I'm happy with profits, or for any reason, what is the best approach to this?
I noticed if a stock is in the red, the balancing mechanic pumps money into it to help bring it back up to the % I set. But, if I think a stock is going to stay in a downtrend for a few weeks, wouldn't it make sense to exit the trade?
When I do that, I get warnings about tax issues (I guess if it's a winning trade, otherwise no harm there if it's a losing trade). I put a steady deposit in every Monday, and I was wondering if I should just exit the trade instead of putting more in every week to help with balancing. I know it's DCA approach, but slices don't seem to work well with a DCA approach, because you are just finding a % weight.
I know a lot of this doesn't make sense, so instead of telling me what I should do, or what I'm doing wrong, give me some ideas to think about when I'm dealing with this. Basically, I'd like to know how to approach this using M1 as opposed to just eTrade.
2023.03.21 19:52 Key-Whereas-3484 How do us guys actually expect any girl to respond to a dirty pickup line?
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2023.03.21 19:49 Trainer_Red_Steven Mail App only previewing certain messages?
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2023.03.21 19:06 CarTots Ridge Commander 12V 2 Seat Remote RC Ride On 4WD Pick-Up Truck w/Rubber Tires
2023.03.21 18:45 hulobiral888 "I guess it’s the fearless unstoppable badassery in me that does something to her"
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2023.03.21 18:39 Pwydde I choked on my final evaluation and got fired
I messed up a sure thing.
For decades, I’ve been trying to find a career that works for me. I got a law degree in the 90s and tried lawyering for 15 years. I slowly went broke and destroyed my marriage. I tried real estate management, insurance sales, silversmithing . . . In the meantime, my Dad descended into Alzheimer’s and I had serious issues with my hips that required a bunch of major surgeries over the course of five years. I had to go on disability.
By 2017, my Dad had passed away and I was feeling better. I enrolled in welding school. Before and during Covid, I got a job at the welding school as the lab assistant. It was only part time and besides, I was in pain from all the standing on concrete floors. (I still have issues with my hips, knees, ankles and feet). So I quit last August, thinking about truck driving to get off my feet.
In October, I stumbled on a local trucking company’s paid apprenticeship program. I signed up, and started in January. The company is great! Very understanding and accommodating about my lingering disabilities. They sent me on a five day ride-along with one of their over-the-road drivers, then three weeks of school to pass the state exam. I got my Class A Commercial Drivers License on the first attempt. Then, I hauled loads across the Midwest and East Coast with a trainer sitting in the cab with me, teaching me the ropes. Three weeks of that, without any incidents or problems. I was certain I’d be off disability soon!
It was all going so well. I thought I was ready. My instructor and trainers thought I was ready. Time for my Final Evaluation, which is when the Director of Safety and Operations runs me through my paces to see if he trusts me with the company’s equipment and reputation.
I met the safety director in his office. We had a good interview about how my training rides had gone and how I would handle certain situations. Out at the truck, he was happy with how I conducted my pre trip inspection. I hitched and inspected the trailer just fine. I pulled around and set up to back into a spot. As I backed in and got the left tires right on the yellow line, I felt I was a little too far right, so I got out and looked. Woah! Too close! Pulled up, came back with a little more angle, looking good.
But then I misjudged my overhang swing and bumped the trailer to my right. I actually pushed it three inches. He shouted for me to get out of the cab and go wait in his office.
I sat there for forty-five minutes, thinking I would be sent back for another week for training runs. I was stunned when the Director walked in and he told me I was fired. He explained that, had been someone else’s trailer, it would have been an “incident.” If its owner wanted to be a dick, it could turn into a $1500 repair. Since I made that dumb mistake on a final bill evaluation, with him standing right there, he couldn’t trust me to do it safely out in the field.
That was last Monday. This Saturday, my best friend and girlfriend took me out to a fancy dinner to “celebrate.” They had made the reservations a month ago, when I was confident that I’d be assigned a truck to myself and be earning real money by then. They both knew the whole story, but I still felt like a fraud.
The Director gave me a little hope, though. He told me that he would tell prospective employers simply that I had failed my final eval. He encouraged me to find work at a bigger carrier, and come back when I had a few months of incident-free experience. Then he would retest me and consider bringing me back on.
Now I’m out here in the cold, trying to find work along with thousands of other, more able-bodied novice drivers. I’m afraid I found the one company that would work with me, and I fucked it up at the last minute.
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For decades, I’ve been trying to find a career that works for me. I got a law degree in the 90s and tried lawyering for 15 years. I slowly went broke and destroyed my marriage. I tried real estate management, insurance sales, silversmithing . . . In the meantime, my Dad descended into Alzheimer’s and I had serious issues with my hips that required a bunch of major surgeries over the course of five years. I had to go on disability.
By 2017, my Dad had passed away and I was feeling better. I enrolled in welding school. Before and during Covid, I got a job at the welding school as the lab assistant. It was only part time and besides, I was in pain from all the standing on concrete floors. (I still have issues with my hips, knees, ankles and feet). So I quit last August, thinking about truck driving to get off my feet.
In October, I stumbled on a local trucking company’s paid apprenticeship program. I signed up, and started in January. The company is great! Very understanding and accommodating about my lingering disabilities. They sent me on a five day ride-along with one of their over-the-road drivers, then three weeks of school to pass the state exam. I got my Class A Commercial Drivers License on the first attempt. Then, I hauled loads across the Midwest and East Coast with a trainer sitting in the cab with me, teaching me the ropes. Three weeks of that, without any incidents or problems. I was certain I’d be off disability soon!
It was all going so well. I thought I was ready. My instructor and trainers thought I was ready. Time for my Final Evaluation, which is when the Director of Safety and Operations runs me through my paces to see if he trusts me with the company’s equipment and reputation.
I met the safety director in his office. We had a good interview about how my training rides had gone and how I would handle certain situations. Out at the truck, he was happy with how I conducted my pre trip inspection. I hitched and inspected the trailer just fine. I pulled around and set up to back into a spot. As I backed in and got the left tires right on the yellow line, I felt I was a little too far right, so I got out and looked. Woah! Too close! Pulled up, came back with a little more angle, looking good.
But then I misjudged my overhang swing and bumped the trailer to my right. I actually pushed it three inches. He shouted for me to get out of the cab and go wait in his office.
I sat there for forty-five minutes, thinking I would be sent back for another week for training runs. I was stunned when the Director walked in and he told me I was fired. He explained that, had been someone else’s trailer, it would have been an “incident.” If its owner wanted to be a dick, it could turn into a $1500 repair. Since I made that dumb mistake on a final bill evaluation, with him standing right there, he couldn’t trust me to do it safely out in the field.
That was last Monday. This Saturday, my best friend and girlfriend took me out to a fancy dinner to “celebrate.” They had made the reservations a month ago, when I was confident that I’d be assigned a truck to myself and be earning real money by then. They both knew the whole story, but I still felt like a fraud.
The Director gave me a little hope, though. He told me that he would tell prospective employers simply that I had failed my final eval. He encouraged me to find work at a bigger carrier, and come back when I had a few months of incident-free experience. Then he would retest me and consider bringing me back on.
Now I’m out here in the cold, trying to find work along with thousands of other, more able-bodied novice drivers. I’m afraid I found the one company that would work with me, and I fucked it up at the last minute.
2023.03.21 18:32 KimmieBotGPT Happy Monday
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2023.03.21 18:09 m-ah6 Man absolutely obsessed with me until one miscommunication and it's all over??
I (25f) matched with this guy (29m) on hinge maybe a year or so ago. I was in an on and off again relationship and didn't really get to talk to him as much at first. We followed each other on Instagram and said a few things and the convo ended - but we stayed following each other.
Fast forward to December 2022. He posts a pic of him on vacation via Instagram. I'm single and thought it would be a good time to comment heart eyes on his photo. He rather quickly DM'd me and i wasn't super interactive in the convo (I had a lot going on with holidays and also ended up getting covid for 2 weeks). No worries!! Valentine's week comes around and he messages me again. This time I was excited because i was finally freeing up some time to give him more attention.
This time we chatted every day until I got his phone number. We would text and chat and I would call him every now and then. I was happy getting to know him. What was shitty is that 5 months before we started chatting, he moved 3 hours away to another city. It felt like we almost missed our shot.. but we still talked. We both wore our hearts on our sleeves a bit and I thought I was finding a guy i could really emotionally invest in. He seemed mature, put together, and self-confident (and really into me). The only issue I would say is that all of his friends were settling down except him and I would often say "yea sounds like what would happen nearing your 30s". He wasn't sure about settling down either and often spoke about how his relationships didn't last more than 2 months. But he didn't sound opposed to a relationship - just didn't find the right one.
We both are in the same career field and although I'm younger - I had a lot of experience he didn't have and he was even impressed when I would discuss work. He often would compliment anything I did and spoke about me as if he thought highly of me. I felt appreciated and respected. I literally never met someone so good.
We continue talking every day until he mentions he was coming back to the city in March to visit his parents. I was ECSTATIC! The only issue was that the one day he invited me to his work party, I would be out of town for a concert. He planned to stay a week though and we planned around his schedule and daily dinners with his family. He was really busy the whole trip but we made some time to work and i was more than happy to finally meet him IRL.
The Monday of the concert Im driving back into town asking if i could stop by and visit since i was coming earlier than expected. He was extremely drunk and at first was flirting but when i said I would actually come thru he swiftly changed his mind. i left him on read because (thoughts going awry) had the idea he might've been going with someone he drunkenly met that night. Instead he later calls me multiple times extremely drunk to tell me he was back at the hotel and he's okay and not to worry about him. I thought it was sweet how he thought of me and stopped being upset with him. However, he proceeded to be extremely self-deprecating. This was a complete 180 from the person I've been talking to for a little more than a month now. He talked about how he was a shitty person and was extremely depressed and that i deserved more or better. I told him that he's been an absolute doll ever since chatting and I wasn't worried about any of that stuff. He proceeded to tell me he's terrible and that I'm perfect. I have everything a man would want and that i could have anyone I wanted. I was put on a pedestal.
This was a red flag for me and made me feel unsafe about the amount of time he was going to stay in my life. I only just met this man, he was absolutely perfect and now he's looking like hes about to run. We hadn't even gone on our first date yet and my hopes of meeting him were dwindling. He was super sweet to me during the call and we let each other go to sleep. the next morning, he remembers nothing. Hes apologetic for bothering me and i reassure him that everything is okay - but I'm worried about some of the things he said.
He assures me we will go on our date. and on the date hes back to "normal". a little embarrassed about the calls but I'm super into him and reassure him that as long as we communicate everything is okay. He knows he can be a lot when he drinks that much and has lost a lot of friendships because of it. The past is the past and he said he hadn't been so self-deprecating in years. We're chatting and cozy and everything feels great. I really like him. We go back to my place and things get really intimate. We're almost done (I'm on top) and i look at him and his face is full of panic. I quickly jump off of him and apologize and ask him what happened. I turn my focus 100% onto him and forget everything we were doing in the moment. He begins to express his anxiety about sex and finishing inside and I immediately apologize thinking i might have forced him or something (sorry I'm so bad at explaining this). We have a conversation and things calm down and I'm understanding of his feelings and he tells me I didn't do anything wrong. Were cozy but he has to leave back to his Parents.
The next day were chatting and he thanks me for being so understanding and that it means a lot to him. I said of course - we've only just met so there's a lot to learn and I'm happy. BUT HERES WHERE THINGS GO SOUTH. were chatting about the night and he mentions me taking the pill. I said 'oh wait.. did u finish?" I was so overwhelmed by the situation I completely thought i shut things down before it happened. But i misinterpreted our convo and apparently, he felt that way after. I immediately apologized and took the pill when things were cleared up. However, things got weird. He made kind of a big deal about me not understanding or even feeling that he did. and I just said in the heat of the moment i mean I simply thought we stopped. We stop talking for the rest of the day because hes very put off by the situation and i take a break because i have really bad anxious attachment style and some abandonment issues so i needed to take a moment to myself to not take his reaction to heart.
I message the next day but hes being weird. hes not replying as much and kinda telling me hes going to give me a call when he gets back home. Im having anxiety like wtf just happened. a few days go and I message him "can we talk, things have been really weird" he said he can talk when hes free and we later call that evening. He begins to explain that he doesn't understand how i didn't realize he finished after the conversation and doesn't feel like he can continue a romantic relationship with me. This really disappoints me but i try not to fight it. I personally felt like this was something we can communicate and work through but apparently its a non negotiable on his end. He proceeds to talk about how his life is also going to change for the next 5 years due to some family stuff and hes just also down about that and put what happened with me on top - he just cant do it all.
we agree to just end it there. I didn't fight or argue with him - I was just confused. how did someone so kind and understanding and communicative just turn cold the moment we had an actual miscommunication?
TL/DR: I spent a month talking and getting close to a guy who was extremely kind, communicative, and a great listener. But when we finally met irl and had our first date, some miscommunication happened and he dropped me (even tho we both said it was no ones fault). I am so confused someone please help me understand this man loollol.
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Fast forward to December 2022. He posts a pic of him on vacation via Instagram. I'm single and thought it would be a good time to comment heart eyes on his photo. He rather quickly DM'd me and i wasn't super interactive in the convo (I had a lot going on with holidays and also ended up getting covid for 2 weeks). No worries!! Valentine's week comes around and he messages me again. This time I was excited because i was finally freeing up some time to give him more attention.
This time we chatted every day until I got his phone number. We would text and chat and I would call him every now and then. I was happy getting to know him. What was shitty is that 5 months before we started chatting, he moved 3 hours away to another city. It felt like we almost missed our shot.. but we still talked. We both wore our hearts on our sleeves a bit and I thought I was finding a guy i could really emotionally invest in. He seemed mature, put together, and self-confident (and really into me). The only issue I would say is that all of his friends were settling down except him and I would often say "yea sounds like what would happen nearing your 30s". He wasn't sure about settling down either and often spoke about how his relationships didn't last more than 2 months. But he didn't sound opposed to a relationship - just didn't find the right one.
We both are in the same career field and although I'm younger - I had a lot of experience he didn't have and he was even impressed when I would discuss work. He often would compliment anything I did and spoke about me as if he thought highly of me. I felt appreciated and respected. I literally never met someone so good.
We continue talking every day until he mentions he was coming back to the city in March to visit his parents. I was ECSTATIC! The only issue was that the one day he invited me to his work party, I would be out of town for a concert. He planned to stay a week though and we planned around his schedule and daily dinners with his family. He was really busy the whole trip but we made some time to work and i was more than happy to finally meet him IRL.
The Monday of the concert Im driving back into town asking if i could stop by and visit since i was coming earlier than expected. He was extremely drunk and at first was flirting but when i said I would actually come thru he swiftly changed his mind. i left him on read because (thoughts going awry) had the idea he might've been going with someone he drunkenly met that night. Instead he later calls me multiple times extremely drunk to tell me he was back at the hotel and he's okay and not to worry about him. I thought it was sweet how he thought of me and stopped being upset with him. However, he proceeded to be extremely self-deprecating. This was a complete 180 from the person I've been talking to for a little more than a month now. He talked about how he was a shitty person and was extremely depressed and that i deserved more or better. I told him that he's been an absolute doll ever since chatting and I wasn't worried about any of that stuff. He proceeded to tell me he's terrible and that I'm perfect. I have everything a man would want and that i could have anyone I wanted. I was put on a pedestal.
This was a red flag for me and made me feel unsafe about the amount of time he was going to stay in my life. I only just met this man, he was absolutely perfect and now he's looking like hes about to run. We hadn't even gone on our first date yet and my hopes of meeting him were dwindling. He was super sweet to me during the call and we let each other go to sleep. the next morning, he remembers nothing. Hes apologetic for bothering me and i reassure him that everything is okay - but I'm worried about some of the things he said.
He assures me we will go on our date. and on the date hes back to "normal". a little embarrassed about the calls but I'm super into him and reassure him that as long as we communicate everything is okay. He knows he can be a lot when he drinks that much and has lost a lot of friendships because of it. The past is the past and he said he hadn't been so self-deprecating in years. We're chatting and cozy and everything feels great. I really like him. We go back to my place and things get really intimate. We're almost done (I'm on top) and i look at him and his face is full of panic. I quickly jump off of him and apologize and ask him what happened. I turn my focus 100% onto him and forget everything we were doing in the moment. He begins to express his anxiety about sex and finishing inside and I immediately apologize thinking i might have forced him or something (sorry I'm so bad at explaining this). We have a conversation and things calm down and I'm understanding of his feelings and he tells me I didn't do anything wrong. Were cozy but he has to leave back to his Parents.
The next day were chatting and he thanks me for being so understanding and that it means a lot to him. I said of course - we've only just met so there's a lot to learn and I'm happy. BUT HERES WHERE THINGS GO SOUTH. were chatting about the night and he mentions me taking the pill. I said 'oh wait.. did u finish?" I was so overwhelmed by the situation I completely thought i shut things down before it happened. But i misinterpreted our convo and apparently, he felt that way after. I immediately apologized and took the pill when things were cleared up. However, things got weird. He made kind of a big deal about me not understanding or even feeling that he did. and I just said in the heat of the moment i mean I simply thought we stopped. We stop talking for the rest of the day because hes very put off by the situation and i take a break because i have really bad anxious attachment style and some abandonment issues so i needed to take a moment to myself to not take his reaction to heart.
I message the next day but hes being weird. hes not replying as much and kinda telling me hes going to give me a call when he gets back home. Im having anxiety like wtf just happened. a few days go and I message him "can we talk, things have been really weird" he said he can talk when hes free and we later call that evening. He begins to explain that he doesn't understand how i didn't realize he finished after the conversation and doesn't feel like he can continue a romantic relationship with me. This really disappoints me but i try not to fight it. I personally felt like this was something we can communicate and work through but apparently its a non negotiable on his end. He proceeds to talk about how his life is also going to change for the next 5 years due to some family stuff and hes just also down about that and put what happened with me on top - he just cant do it all.
we agree to just end it there. I didn't fight or argue with him - I was just confused. how did someone so kind and understanding and communicative just turn cold the moment we had an actual miscommunication?
TL/DR: I spent a month talking and getting close to a guy who was extremely kind, communicative, and a great listener. But when we finally met irl and had our first date, some miscommunication happened and he dropped me (even tho we both said it was no ones fault). I am so confused someone please help me understand this man loollol.
2023.03.21 17:43 atypical_psychotics Lmao ez (thanks tho)
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2023.03.21 17:33 Aim_Fire_Ready PSA - Beware MX firmware upgrade from 17.10.2 to 17.10.4
Happy Tuesday! We came back from spring break yesterday to all our Chromebooks not allowing logins and claiming "Network not available" when it was clearly connected to Wifi. I could even ping them from my Windows machine!
It took me all of Monday and half of Tuesday (today) to find the cause. I ruled out EVERYTHING, even whitelisting the target URL in our Meraki Content Filtering. I finally got down to the nitty gritty and found that the our MX84 upgraded from 17.10.2 to 17.10.4 over the weekend.
Once we rolled back the firmware, the Chromebooks instantly recovered. I was on with Meraki Support for an hour and our support tech promised to escalate the issue for further investigation.
For gory details, my original post is in k12sysadmin here: https://www.reddit.com/k12sysadmin/comments/11wr14e/chromebooks_say_network_not_available_when_its/
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It took me all of Monday and half of Tuesday (today) to find the cause. I ruled out EVERYTHING, even whitelisting the target URL in our Meraki Content Filtering. I finally got down to the nitty gritty and found that the our MX84 upgraded from 17.10.2 to 17.10.4 over the weekend.
Once we rolled back the firmware, the Chromebooks instantly recovered. I was on with Meraki Support for an hour and our support tech promised to escalate the issue for further investigation.
For gory details, my original post is in k12sysadmin here: https://www.reddit.com/k12sysadmin/comments/11wr14e/chromebooks_say_network_not_available_when_its/
2023.03.21 17:14 meouxmix Fielding interest for a knitting circle on Monday nights
I saw that there was a sort of recent meet up at Market of Choice but it seems like there aren't really any active recurring knitting circles in town and I'd love to try and change that!
Wanted to get a pulse and see how many folks may be interested. My friend and I were thinking about a Monday evening circle at the Corvallis library in one of their private rooms from 5-7. We can bring tea and maybe take turns bringing other snacks but no pressure of course!
If this seems like something you'd be interested in please leave a comment and I can send you a message once things get firmed up. Happy knitting :)
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Wanted to get a pulse and see how many folks may be interested. My friend and I were thinking about a Monday evening circle at the Corvallis library in one of their private rooms from 5-7. We can bring tea and maybe take turns bringing other snacks but no pressure of course!
If this seems like something you'd be interested in please leave a comment and I can send you a message once things get firmed up. Happy knitting :)
2023.03.21 16:56 arbor_ayarger 🚨New-ish Course Alert : EECS 498.003 (XR and Society)
Hey all, happy backpacking! My name is Austin Yarger-- I teach EECS 494, Wolverine Soft Studio (X55), and...
A newish course-- EECS 498.003 : Extended Reality and Society!
If you're seeking a capstone / MDE course to finish out your college career, please join us as we explore the worlds of virtual reality, augmented reality, game engines, and the immense promise of these technologies for social impact. Get the details at bit.ly/umich_xr, and feel free to ask me any questions!
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A newish course-- EECS 498.003 : Extended Reality and Society!
If you're seeking a capstone / MDE course to finish out your college career, please join us as we explore the worlds of virtual reality, augmented reality, game engines, and the immense promise of these technologies for social impact. Get the details at bit.ly/umich_xr, and feel free to ask me any questions!
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2023.03.21 16:42 Emo_Trashed I'm forgetting how to act normal and it's embarrassing. How do I mask better and how do I respond to concerned people??
This is really long, but I'm not sure how else to give proper context without going into a few different events. I'll try and make things concise.
I've been struggling with suicidal ideation for a few months now. I'm not actually going to do anything, because I don't want to hurt my partner or my family that way, but life is just too difficult and complicated and I just want to sink into the ground and sleep with the worms.
I won't go into my entire mental health history, but I do have severe anxiety and have struggled with disordered eating for over a decade. My self esteem is really low for a lot of reasons. I'm mentally slow, and I feel like my friends are aware of that. Even when I try and read books to be smart, everyone assumes I don't know what I'm talking about. I recently cut my hair, and every one of my coworkers hated it and made sure to let me know. The worst of my troubles seem to be coming from my job itself though.
My job is extremely unfair and has changed my personality from bubbly to bitter. I used to always smile and laugh at the bad things, but now I'm so easily beaten down by my little mistakes or an off hand comment. I feel like I'm becoming a different person. Somebody honked at me in a parking lot the other day, and for some reason I decided to roll my window down and tell them "I can see your 8ft tall truck dude I'm not going to hit it" which is something extremely out of character for me. I had another emotional outburst a month ago when blew up at a coworker who leaves messes on my station constantly despite being talked to by management multiple times about it. This is all so unlike me. I've never raised my voice at somebody at work. But I YELLED at her. Everyone was on my side but I this is not something I would have ever done before. At past jobs I've refused management positions because I knew I couldn't be mean to people. I feel possessed.
Anyway, people at work keep asking if i'm okay, and I am so fucking embarrassed. I try so hard to act normal but I guess they can just see it on my face. Yesterday I was walking to the break room in what I thought was a completely normal way, when someone who has probably only spoken to me twice said "whoa you alright??" as I passed her. I just kind of looked at her and said "huh? Yeah I'm just going on break." trying to sound calm and neutral. I feel like I have some kind of negative aura around me.
Many other coworkers have had similar reactions to me simply walking around doing my job. It's so frustrating, because hearing "are you okay" always seems to make me feel worse. It makes me 1000% more self conscious about my facial expressions and movements.
With my friends, a few of them know I'm suicidal but we don't talk about it much. I threw my friend a birthday party this past weekend and while I finishing setting up my glasses broke. I'm super blind, and was having a bit of a meltdown because the way they broke made then very difficult to fix. I had to lock myself in my office with my partner calming me down for a good minute while my friends shouted from the other room "GET OUT OF THERE AND DO A SHOT" and "STOP FUCKING AND COME OUT"... I eventually came out in PJs and enjoyed the rest of the night. But the next day, the birthday boy put a GIF in our groupchat of a woman breaking her glasses in half and sobbing, with the caption "(my name) last night"... Everyone seemed to think that was hilarious.
I guess what I'm asking is, how can I respond to people? I can't tell my coworkers I want to die, because they'll report it and I'll have to pay thousands for treatment. How can I remain calm when my mind seems to be poisoning itself? What is happening to me? I used to be so sweet. I still can be happy around my partner and best friend, but everyone else makes me so upset.
Another note, I have a job interview later today and I'm hoping to use this as an opportunity for a fresh start, but I'm afraid of my anxiety sabotaging everything again.
TLDR: Everyone can tell I want to die because I'm acting like a depressed freak. I'm so embarrassed but don't know how to act normal anymore. What can I say to people when they ask why I'm acting this way? What can I do to make it less noticeable?
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I've been struggling with suicidal ideation for a few months now. I'm not actually going to do anything, because I don't want to hurt my partner or my family that way, but life is just too difficult and complicated and I just want to sink into the ground and sleep with the worms.
I won't go into my entire mental health history, but I do have severe anxiety and have struggled with disordered eating for over a decade. My self esteem is really low for a lot of reasons. I'm mentally slow, and I feel like my friends are aware of that. Even when I try and read books to be smart, everyone assumes I don't know what I'm talking about. I recently cut my hair, and every one of my coworkers hated it and made sure to let me know. The worst of my troubles seem to be coming from my job itself though.
My job is extremely unfair and has changed my personality from bubbly to bitter. I used to always smile and laugh at the bad things, but now I'm so easily beaten down by my little mistakes or an off hand comment. I feel like I'm becoming a different person. Somebody honked at me in a parking lot the other day, and for some reason I decided to roll my window down and tell them "I can see your 8ft tall truck dude I'm not going to hit it" which is something extremely out of character for me. I had another emotional outburst a month ago when blew up at a coworker who leaves messes on my station constantly despite being talked to by management multiple times about it. This is all so unlike me. I've never raised my voice at somebody at work. But I YELLED at her. Everyone was on my side but I this is not something I would have ever done before. At past jobs I've refused management positions because I knew I couldn't be mean to people. I feel possessed.
Anyway, people at work keep asking if i'm okay, and I am so fucking embarrassed. I try so hard to act normal but I guess they can just see it on my face. Yesterday I was walking to the break room in what I thought was a completely normal way, when someone who has probably only spoken to me twice said "whoa you alright??" as I passed her. I just kind of looked at her and said "huh? Yeah I'm just going on break." trying to sound calm and neutral. I feel like I have some kind of negative aura around me.
Many other coworkers have had similar reactions to me simply walking around doing my job. It's so frustrating, because hearing "are you okay" always seems to make me feel worse. It makes me 1000% more self conscious about my facial expressions and movements.
With my friends, a few of them know I'm suicidal but we don't talk about it much. I threw my friend a birthday party this past weekend and while I finishing setting up my glasses broke. I'm super blind, and was having a bit of a meltdown because the way they broke made then very difficult to fix. I had to lock myself in my office with my partner calming me down for a good minute while my friends shouted from the other room "GET OUT OF THERE AND DO A SHOT" and "STOP FUCKING AND COME OUT"... I eventually came out in PJs and enjoyed the rest of the night. But the next day, the birthday boy put a GIF in our groupchat of a woman breaking her glasses in half and sobbing, with the caption "(my name) last night"... Everyone seemed to think that was hilarious.
I guess what I'm asking is, how can I respond to people? I can't tell my coworkers I want to die, because they'll report it and I'll have to pay thousands for treatment. How can I remain calm when my mind seems to be poisoning itself? What is happening to me? I used to be so sweet. I still can be happy around my partner and best friend, but everyone else makes me so upset.
Another note, I have a job interview later today and I'm hoping to use this as an opportunity for a fresh start, but I'm afraid of my anxiety sabotaging everything again.
TLDR: Everyone can tell I want to die because I'm acting like a depressed freak. I'm so embarrassed but don't know how to act normal anymore. What can I say to people when they ask why I'm acting this way? What can I do to make it less noticeable?
2023.03.21 16:40 Emo_Trashed I'm forgetting how to act normal and it's so embarrassing. How do I mask better and how do I respond to people??
This is really long, but I'm not sure how else to give proper context without going into a few different events. I'll try and make things concise.
I've been struggling with suicidal ideation for a few months now. I'm not actually going to do anything, because I don't want to hurt my partner or my family that way, but life is just too difficult and complicated and I just want to sink into the ground and sleep with the worms.
I won't go into my entire mental health history, but I do have severe anxiety and have struggled with disordered eating for over a decade. My self esteem is really low for a lot of reasons. I'm mentally slow, and I feel like my friends are aware of that. Even when I try and read books to be smart, everyone assumes I don't know what I'm talking about. I recently cut my hair, and every one of my coworkers hated it and made sure to let me know. The worst of my troubles seem to be coming from my job itself though.
My job is extremely unfair and has changed my personality from bubbly to bitter. I used to always smile and laugh at the bad things, but now I'm so easily beaten down by my little mistakes or an off hand comment. I feel like I'm becoming a different person. Somebody honked at me in a parking lot the other day, and for some reason I decided to roll my window down and tell them "I can see your 8ft tall truck dude I'm not going to hit it" which is something extremely out of character for me. I had another emotional outburst a month ago when blew up at a coworker who leaves messes on my station constantly despite being talked to by management multiple times about it. This is all so unlike me. I've never raised my voice at somebody at work. But I YELLED at her. Everyone was on my side but I this is not something I would have ever done before. At past jobs I've refused management positions because I knew I couldn't be mean to people. I feel possessed.
Anyway, people at work keep asking if i'm okay, and I am so fucking embarrassed. I try so hard to act normal but I guess they can just see it on my face. Yesterday I was walking to the break room in what I thought was a completely normal way, when someone who has probably only spoken to me twice said "whoa you alright??" as I passed her. I just kind of looked at her and said "huh? Yeah I'm just going on break." trying to sound calm and neutral. I feel like I have some kind of negative aura around me.
Many other coworkers have had similar reactions to me simply walking around doing my job. It's so frustrating, because hearing "are you okay" always seems to make me feel worse. It makes me 1000% more self conscious about my facial expressions and movements.
With my friends, a few of them know I'm suicidal but we don't talk about it much. I threw my friend a birthday party this past weekend and while I finishing setting up my glasses broke. I'm super blind, and was having a bit of a meltdown because the way they broke made then very difficult to fix. I had to lock myself in my office with my partner calming me down for a good minute while my friends shouted from the other room "GET OUT OF THERE AND DO A SHOT" and "STOP FUCKING AND COME OUT"... I eventually came out in PJs and enjoyed the rest of the night. But the next day, the birthday boy put a GIF in our groupchat of a woman breaking her glasses in half and sobbing, with the caption "(my name) last night"... Everyone seemed to think that was hilarious.
I guess what I'm asking is, how can I respond to people? I can't tell my coworkers I want to die, because they'll report it and I'll have to pay thousands for treatment. How can I remain calm when my mind seems to be poisoning itself? What is happening to me? I used to be so sweet. I still can be happy around my partner and best friend, but everyone else makes me so upset.
Another note, I have a job interview later today and I'm hoping to use this as an opportunity for a fresh start, but I'm afraid of my anxiety sabotaging everything again.
TLDR: Everyone can tell I want to die because I'm acting like a depressed freak. I'm so embarrassed but don't know how to act normal anymore. What can I say to people when they ask why I'm acting this way? What can I do to make it less noticeable?
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I've been struggling with suicidal ideation for a few months now. I'm not actually going to do anything, because I don't want to hurt my partner or my family that way, but life is just too difficult and complicated and I just want to sink into the ground and sleep with the worms.
I won't go into my entire mental health history, but I do have severe anxiety and have struggled with disordered eating for over a decade. My self esteem is really low for a lot of reasons. I'm mentally slow, and I feel like my friends are aware of that. Even when I try and read books to be smart, everyone assumes I don't know what I'm talking about. I recently cut my hair, and every one of my coworkers hated it and made sure to let me know. The worst of my troubles seem to be coming from my job itself though.
My job is extremely unfair and has changed my personality from bubbly to bitter. I used to always smile and laugh at the bad things, but now I'm so easily beaten down by my little mistakes or an off hand comment. I feel like I'm becoming a different person. Somebody honked at me in a parking lot the other day, and for some reason I decided to roll my window down and tell them "I can see your 8ft tall truck dude I'm not going to hit it" which is something extremely out of character for me. I had another emotional outburst a month ago when blew up at a coworker who leaves messes on my station constantly despite being talked to by management multiple times about it. This is all so unlike me. I've never raised my voice at somebody at work. But I YELLED at her. Everyone was on my side but I this is not something I would have ever done before. At past jobs I've refused management positions because I knew I couldn't be mean to people. I feel possessed.
Anyway, people at work keep asking if i'm okay, and I am so fucking embarrassed. I try so hard to act normal but I guess they can just see it on my face. Yesterday I was walking to the break room in what I thought was a completely normal way, when someone who has probably only spoken to me twice said "whoa you alright??" as I passed her. I just kind of looked at her and said "huh? Yeah I'm just going on break." trying to sound calm and neutral. I feel like I have some kind of negative aura around me.
Many other coworkers have had similar reactions to me simply walking around doing my job. It's so frustrating, because hearing "are you okay" always seems to make me feel worse. It makes me 1000% more self conscious about my facial expressions and movements.
With my friends, a few of them know I'm suicidal but we don't talk about it much. I threw my friend a birthday party this past weekend and while I finishing setting up my glasses broke. I'm super blind, and was having a bit of a meltdown because the way they broke made then very difficult to fix. I had to lock myself in my office with my partner calming me down for a good minute while my friends shouted from the other room "GET OUT OF THERE AND DO A SHOT" and "STOP FUCKING AND COME OUT"... I eventually came out in PJs and enjoyed the rest of the night. But the next day, the birthday boy put a GIF in our groupchat of a woman breaking her glasses in half and sobbing, with the caption "(my name) last night"... Everyone seemed to think that was hilarious.
I guess what I'm asking is, how can I respond to people? I can't tell my coworkers I want to die, because they'll report it and I'll have to pay thousands for treatment. How can I remain calm when my mind seems to be poisoning itself? What is happening to me? I used to be so sweet. I still can be happy around my partner and best friend, but everyone else makes me so upset.
Another note, I have a job interview later today and I'm hoping to use this as an opportunity for a fresh start, but I'm afraid of my anxiety sabotaging everything again.
TLDR: Everyone can tell I want to die because I'm acting like a depressed freak. I'm so embarrassed but don't know how to act normal anymore. What can I say to people when they ask why I'm acting this way? What can I do to make it less noticeable?
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Greetings DnD! Our subreddit’s continued growth has brought us to the awesome milestone of 3,000,000 community members! In celebration of this occasion, the Mod Team has teamed up with several great creators in the DnD community to bring everyone a massive giveaway event with more than $600 in combined prize value!
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The Loot
Your entry in this contest earns you a shot at one of the great prizes below from many of our talented community contributors. Where there is a quantity listed, one winner will be selected for each individual item.Five (5) keys for Game Master Engine (GM Edition)
from u/Dan_The_DM (product link)Our 3D Virtual Tabletop for D&D is a tool that takes your tabletop gaming experience to the next level. With stunning 3D graphics and a user-friendly interface, you can create immersive game worlds, build intricate dungeons, and bring your characters to life like never before. Our pricing model has always been structured to make things as affordable as possible. That's why all players can join the Game Master for FREE and only the GM needs to own the full copy to host the game.
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from u/Dan_The_DMWe will work with you to bring your dream D&D character to life through beautiful illustration. Araca_San creates artwork in a unique style that is very pleasing on the eyes and brings back memories of classic fantasy adventures.
One (1) hardcover copy of Mutated Monsters
from u/DiceDungeons (dicedungeons.com)Mutated Monsters is a hardcover book filled with over 120 brand new creatures and unique mutant versions of existing monsters. These beasts are designed to be dropped into any 5e world or setting, and are guaranteed to bring new excitement to your game. The creature descriptions contain: - Unique Combat Tactics. In every monster description you’ll find descriptive and detailed tactics for how the monster interacts with the world and uses its abilities to defend itself. - Monster-specific Magic Items or Loot. Many creatures feature loot that is thematically tied to the defeated enemy. Giving your players a reminder of their accomplishments and extra incentive to keep adventuring. - Narrative Description. Flavor text to help GMs to easily describe the creature to their players, setting the scene for tense, engaging encounters.
One (1) set of Faerie Dragon glow in the dark metal dice
from u/DiceDungeons (dicedungeons.com)These dice have a green ethereal glow to them when you charge them up in the sun or with a UV light. This 7 piece set is constructed from zinc metal alloy, with an enamel inlay.
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One (1) print and three (3) PDF copies of Crown of the Oathbreaker
from u/Elderbrain_com (elderbrain.com)Crown of the Oathbreaker is a 916-page D&D 5e adventure module and a campaign setting with player options. 3 large sandbox and 40+ dungeon maps, 200+ illustrated NPCs, 30+ new magic items, 80+ new monsters and templates, 30+ new subclasses, and 40+ new spells and feats.
The dark fantasy sandbox adventure takes characters from 1st to 15th level. The story is set in the Kingdom of Aglarion, where the characters will uncover dark secrets from the past of a royal family after the fall of a blessed era and break a curse that plagues the kingdom. The players will have to explore lands ravaged by a curse and travel to the Feyrealm, the Shadowrealm, and even Hell, where they will face hard moral dilemmas before saving the crown from the dreadful effects of an otherwise inevitable pact.
One (1) 3D Printed Hammer Dice Tower and Vault
from u/Gibartik (product link)This is a combination Dice Tower, Vault, and Tray for those that can't stop collecting math rocks. Holds 35 (5 sets) dice comfortably (6 sets if you're sneaky)! Each end of the hammer face slides off, holding 10 standard TTRPG dice each. And there's enough space in the hilt/head to hold the rest. The front plate slides in place and is held with a set of magnets. The tower has 5 steps to ensure optimal dice randomization, and slows down the dice enough so they land softly in the tray.
One (1) Silver Dice Palace
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One (1) Shadow Kingdom Dice Set
from u/kohalu (product link)A set of crown-themed resin dice.
One (1) Temple of Time collection, including adventure PDF and STL miniatures
from u/MammothFactory (patreon.com/MammothFactory)Mammoth Factory Games is happy to share our Temple of Time collection, including the Temple of Time adventure and 20+ premium STL miniatures. Lost for ages amidst the ruins of a dead empire, a great power of old thrums with ancient might. Entrapped by the mechanisms of the temple that houses it, the characters must either claim this power or be entombed with it forever. The trials to obtain this power will push them to their limits, and beyond the bounds of death itself – for the laws of mortality hold no sway in the Temple of Time.
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