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Rabies. It's exceptionally common, but people just don't run into the animals that carry it often. Skunks especially, and bats.
Let me paint you a picture.
You go camping, and at midday you decide to take a nap in a nice little hammock. While sleeping, a tiny brown bat, in the "rage" stages of infection is fidgeting in broad daylight, uncomfortable, and thirsty (due to the hydrophobia) and you snort, startling him. He goes into attack mode.
Except you're asleep, and he's a little brown bat, so weighs around 6 grams. You don't even feel him land on your bare knee, and he starts to bite. His teeth are tiny. Hardly enough to even break the skin, but he does manage to give you the equivalent of a tiny scrape that goes completely unnoticed.
Rabies does not travel in your blood. In fact, a blood test won't even tell you if you've got it. (Antibody tests may be done, but are useless if you've ever been vaccinated.)
You wake up, none the wiser. If you notice anything at the bite site at all, you assume you just lightly scraped it on something.
The bomb has been lit, and your nervous system is the wick. The rabies will multiply along your nervous system, doing virtually no damage, and completely undetectable. You literally have NO symptoms.
It may be four days, it may be a year, but the camping trip is most likely long forgotten. Then one day your back starts to ache... Or maybe you get a slight headache?
At this point, you're already dead. There is no cure.
(The sole caveat to this is the Milwaukee Protocol, which leaves most patients dead anyway, and the survivors mentally disabled, and is seldom done - see below).
There's no treatment. It has a 100% kill rate.
Absorb that. Not a single other virus on the planet has a 100% kill rate. Only rabies. And once you're symptomatic, it's over. You're dead.
So what does that look like?
Your headache turns into a fever, and a general feeling of being unwell. You're fidgety. Uncomfortable. And scared. As the virus that has taken its time getting into your brain finds a vast network of nerve endings, it begins to rapidly reproduce, starting at the base of your brain... Where your "pons" is located. This is the part of the brain that controls communication between the rest of the brain and body, as well as sleep cycles.
Next you become anxious. You still think you have only a mild fever, but suddenly you find yourself becoming scared, even horrified, and it doesn't occur to you that you don't know why. This is because the rabies is chewing up your amygdala.
As your cerebellum becomes hot with the virus, you begin to lose muscle coordination, and balance. You think maybe it's a good idea to go to the doctor now, but assuming a doctor is smart enough to even run the tests necessary in the few days you have left on the planet, odds are they'll only be able to tell your loved ones what you died of later.
You're twitchy, shaking, and scared. You have the normal fear of not knowing what's going on, but with the virus really fucking the amygdala this is amplified a hundred fold. It's around this time the hydrophobia starts.
You're horribly thirsty, you just want water. But you can't drink. Every time you do, your throat clamps shut and you vomit. This has become a legitimate, active fear of water. You're thirsty, but looking at a glass of water begins to make you gag, and shy back in fear. The contradiction is hard for your hot brain to see at this point. By now, the doctors will have to put you on IVs to keep you hydrated, but even that's futile. You were dead the second you had a headache.
You begin hearing things, or not hearing at all as your thalamus goes. You taste sounds, you see smells, everything starts feeling like the most horrifying acid trip anyone has ever been on. With your hippocampus long under attack, you're having trouble remembering things, especially family.
You're alone, hallucinating, thirsty, confused, and absolutely, undeniably terrified. Everything scares the literal shit out of you at this point. These strange people in lab coats. These strange people standing around your bed crying, who keep trying to get you "drink something" and crying. And it's only been about a week since that little headache that you've completely forgotten. Time means nothing to you anymore. Funny enough, you now know how the bat felt when he bit you.
Eventually, you slip into the "dumb rabies" phase. Your brain has started the process of shutting down. Too much of it has been turned to liquid virus. Your face droops. You drool. You're all but unaware of what's around you. A sudden noise or light might startle you, but for the most part, it's all you can do to just stare at the ground. You haven't really slept for about 72 hours.
Then you die. Always, you die.
And there's not one... fucking... thing... anyone can do for you.
Then there's the question of what to do with your corpse. I mean, sure, burying it is the right thing to do. But the fucking virus can survive in a corpse for years. You could kill every rabid animal on the planet today, and if two years from now, some moist, preserved, rotten hunk of used-to-be brain gets eaten by an animal, it starts all over.
So yeah, rabies scares the shit out of me. And it's fucking EVERYWHERE. (Source: Spent a lot of time working with rabies. Would still get my vaccinations if I could afford them.)
Each time this gets reposted, there is a TON of misinformation that follows by people who simply don't know, or have heard "information" from others who were ill informed:

Only x number of people have died in the U.S. in the past x years. Rabies is really rare.

Yes, deaths from rabies are rare in the United States, in the neighborhood of 2-3 per year. This does not mean rabies is rare. The reason that mortality is so rare in the U.S. is due to a very aggressive treatment protocol of all bite cases in the United States: If you are bitten, and you cannot identify the animal that bit you, or the animal were to die shortly after biting you, you will get post exposure treatment. That is the protocol.
Post exposure is very effective (almost 100%) if done before you become symptomatic. It involves a series of immunoglobulin shots - many of which are at the site of the bite - as well as the vaccine given over the span of a month. (Fun fact - if you're vaccinated for rabies, you may be able to be an immunoglobulin donor!)
It's not nearly as bad as was rumored when I was a kid. Something about getting shots in the stomach. Nothing like that.
In countries without good treatment protocols rabies is rampant. India alone sees 20,000 deaths from rabies PER YEAR.

The "why did nobody die of rabies in the past if it's so dangerous?" argument.

There were entire epidemics of rabies in the past, so much so that suicide or murder of those suspected to have rabies were common.
In North America, the first case of human death by rabies wasn't reported until 1768. This is because Rabies does not appear to be native to North America, and it spread very slowly. So slowly, in fact, that until the mid 1990's, it was assumed that Canada and Northern New York didn't have rabies at all. This changed when I was personally one of the first to send in a positive rabies specimen - a raccoon - which helped spawn a cooperative U.S. / Canada rabies bait drop some time between 1995 and 1997 (my memory's shot).
Unfortunately, it was too late. Rabies had already crossed into Canada.
There are still however some countries (notably, Australia, where everything ELSE is trying to kill you) that still does not have Rabies.

Lots of people have survived rabies using the Milwaukee Protocol.

False. ONE woman did, and she is still recovering to this day (some 16+ years later). There's also the possibility that she only survived due to either a genetic immunity, or possibly even was inadvertently "vaccinated" some other way. All other treatments ultimately failed, even the others that were reported as successes eventually succumbed to the virus. Almost all of the attributed "survivors" actually received post-exposure treatment before becoming symptomatic and many of THEM died anyway.

Bats don't have rabies all that often. This is just a scare tactic.

False. To date, 6% of bats that have been "captured" or come into contact with humans were rabid.. This number is a lot higher when you consider that it equates to one in seventeen bats. If the bat is allowing you to catch/touch it, the odds that there's a problem are simply too high to ignore.

You have to get the treatment within 72 hours, or it won't work anyway.

False. The rabies virus travels via nervous system, and can take several years to reach the brain depending on the path it takes. If you've been exposed, it's NEVER too late to get the treatment, and just because you didn't die in a week does not mean you're safe. A case of a guy incubating the virus for 8 years.

At least I live in Australia!

No.
Please, please, PLEASE stop posting bad information every time this comes up. Rabies is not something to be shrugged off. And sadly, this kind of misinformation killed a 6 year old just this Sunday. Stop it.
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I need a dentist that does root canals ASAP - I HAVE dental insurance, but it only covers up to 1200 a year, and they quoted me over 4k.
Hoping someone might have a decent recommendation. I’m located near Hollywood. Willing to drive farther if they’re worth it.
Thanks - I’m in a ton of pain and I just don’t know what to do 😭?

I don't know why I'm writing this. I've written a similar post before a few months back. Maybe I'm just looking to affirm I'm not the only one who has been or currently is in this kind of headspace. Maybe looking to break the monotony of my life for a few brief minutes. I have no financial worries particularly. I have a decent job that whilst I don't love it I certainly don't hate it. It's pretty much as secure as any job can be these days and pays well. The hours suit my lifestyle and the guys I work with are generally sound. I own my own house and will be mortgage free very soon. I don't think I'm particularly ugly and I'm generally fit and healthy. I can get on well with nearly anybody on a superficial level. In many ways I'm very privileged and I don't underestimate the value of that. But that's it. There is nothing more in my life. 6 months ago my relationship that I thought would be 'the one' ended in the most brutal soul crushing manner. I thought we would marry and I would finally be a dad but it wasn't to be. I apparently wasn't enough for her. She left, taking my step son and the dog and I'm left with the cat (who I never liked particularly but she's grown on me). I do have friends but very few live close by, and they're married with kids and have their own lives to lead. I live on the other side of the world from my tiny remaining family (brothedad) but I was never very close to those to be honest. All the family I was close to have died. I've tried to start dating, but at my age it's kind of a shit show to be honest. Everyone has issues and we're all kind of broken. I'm trying to keep my hopes up that'll I'll meet someone but it's tough. I'm slowly coming to terms with the fact that my chances of becoming a dad are getting less and less. It's obviously not impossible, but that window is slowly closing. Again I haven't lost hope but it's something I'm actively preparing myself for. Previously at dark points in my life I've turned to alcohol, and whilst I've managed to control it and get out of those dark places relatively unscathed, I'm making a conscious effort to not go there this time in case I can't escape it again. So far I'm being successful. There is more but I'm trying to not let this descend into a completely self pitying ramble. I'm trying to get myself out of this funk, organising things to look forward to and not turning down offers to go be social etc. My next consideration is therapy, something I would never previously have considered but I know I have to do something. If you've made it this far congratulations and thank you. I know it's not particularly interesting or coherent. Just my thoughts spewed out on a page. Hopefully my next year will be better than my last.

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The latest revision of the LCD-X, comes in original case with all original accessories.
This pair still works beautifully, only selling because I tried IEMs, and frankly, I like the experience of them a lot more than headphones.
Also included are two 1/4" to 3.5mm adaptors that worked alright, no name off amazon. Headband is slightly worn on one edge, and a bit near the pins, as shown in pictures. I recommend getting new pads (I have had great experiences with Dekoni pads on the LCD series).
If you are near the Clear Lake area south of Houston I am willing to do local pickup as well, price would be $650 if that is the option used.
Price is not firm, PM me after commenting if you want to offer or discuss.
I also have a pair of LCD-2s with 1 broken driver if anyone wants information about that.

Viajando desde USA a Buenos Aires las próximas 2 semanas por mi cumpleaños. ¿Algo divertido en general? ¿Algún lugar que sea divertido para los cumpleaños? Tengo 20 años, así que me interesan los clubes, los restaurantes y los eventos geniales. ¡También es un lugar para conseguir un buen pastel de cumpleaños! Gracias, no puedo esperar para visitar tu ciudad.
Traveling from USA to Buenos Aires the next 2 weeks for my birthday. Anything fun going on in general? Any places that are fun for birthdays? I’m in my 20’s so I’m interested in clubs, restaurants, and cool events. Also a place to get good birthday cake! Thank you can’t wait to visit your city

Hey everyone! Long post coming, TLDR at the bottom. For context, we're first time cat owners (did tons of research beforehand, especially on adopted cats!!)
We adopted a cat about a month ago from the shelter (Romeo). He's estimated to be between 3-6 years old. He was soooo friendly at the shelter. He let us rub his belly, pet him, etc. We brought him home and he went through an expected adjustment period. We used his kibble food as "treats" to positively associate him with us. Kept him to one room the first few days, gave him space, followed all the guidelines.
Romeo doesn't run away anymore when we enter the room and he actually will come greet us sometimes. He still is wary about us approaching him from above if he is on the floor, but if he's on the desk, cat tree, etc and we approach him, he's happy. He immediately rolls over for belly rubs and is one of the most affectionate cats I've met. Lol. Still doesn't like being picked up though. He only cuddles my sister (mainly her cat), but has started cuddling me too if I lay on the floor near him or on her bed.
That brings us to tonight. I was in her room just petting Romeo/giving him some kibble food as "treats" and doing some positive reinforcement. Our dad came to the door and jokingly whisper yelled to spook us and tell us to go to bed. Welp, I accidentally hit (grazed?) Romeo, our cat. Not hard, but enough to send him scurrying off. And he was so skittish again near me. It's like we reverted back to day one. He was hiding under her dresser. I gave him some kibble "treats" and lured him out near me, but he was visibly afraid of my hands. I finally decided to go to bed and give him space. He did eat out of my hand though.
TLDR-- have been working hard the past month to get a new cat to trust me, we had a somewhat good foundation, I got spooked and accidentally hit him. Now we're back to square one it feels like. Advice welcomed.

Backstory: At 18, I went into the nursing program. I had the passion. After two semesters, I started to hate it. Mostly because of how my parents treated me. I was their “only hope” in being the successful college graduate since my older bro dropped out. At moments of burnt out, I never received support abt it’s ok to leave if ur career choice is hurting ur mental health. Mom didn’t give a fuck if I was crying abt school. All she cared abt was bragging to relatives/friends abt me being so smart with a medical degree. I hate this type of attention. It made me feel like I was doing this to please her. As I pursue my career goal, she gets happier that she can brag abt me. They pressured me to stay in the program or else I’ll be poor and unsuccessful without a college degree.
I left on the second semester. They were mad at me. They constantly keep asking me what’s my next major. Like I just dropped out feeling emotionally drained n u ask me to pick a new major just like that? A gap year will never exist in this household. They keep telling me to go back to school. Success can only come from degrees but really they just want to brag about me achieving one.
I took a gap semester staying at home. They looked at me like I was a failure and keep telling me to go back to school. It made me resent school bc I would be obeying and pleasing them. I don’t want to lose my pride n go through that constant state of anxiety and pressured feeling. They even told friends that I’m in nursing school when I dropped out wtf? Just to brag. If I were to go back and receive a degree and work, they’re gonna b like “i told u. College is so important.”
I grew an interest in the career again. I can’t c myself with anything else besides nursing. I will enter a program in fall. I want to keep this 5 semester journey to myself. I don’t want my parents to know I’m back with nursing bc the cycle will repeat itself. They will brag n I will feel like a parent pleaser. I will feel like I’m not doing it for myself. Once they know, then I can’t drop out for a second time. The pressure will b so real. I hope u guys understand me. What can I do? I don’t plan to move out. The community college is near. How do I keep this a secret for 5 semesters? Waking up early for clinical? Class time? Studying?

Made the difficult decision to give one of our dogs today. We have had him for 4 years now and unfortunately he hasn't taken the transition to children well over the past year. Nothing serious to our kids but it's clear he doesn't like small children other than the two he's forced to deal with. The wife won't let him near them either. I finally came to terms with the fact that my kids won't be able to enjoy him and he won't enjoy his youth behind baby gates and closed doors.
He's the first dog I've owned as an adult and he immediately took to me as his best friend. He'd sleep in my office, hang out by my side, and boop me in the nuts when I was working too late. I'm gonna miss him to death but know that he'll find a better home through the same shelter we got him through. In some ways I feel like I failed you, Indy, and in others, I'm trying to do what I think is best.

I have fought a long, arduous battle against both my body and my mind. I've dealt with chronic pain since early childhood and spent many of my formative years in hospitals fighting for some semblance of a life. In my struggles to maintain some tenuous connection to my flesh-vehicle, I'd poke and prod at it with all the care of a clumsy vivisection. Nothing I could do was worse than what it had felt, so I was simply making sure the walls of my vessel were intact. Pain, in every sense, is part of my bodily identity. It is the reminder I am home. It is everpresent.
This has, in some ways, been part of a mental journey as well. I'd very nearly succeeded in taking my life twice when the distance between comfort and reality grew too great. I wake up most days at a 7 of 10 on the pain scale and many days drift further toward absurdity. My dissociative tenancies were noticed when I was interred in a psych ward. I was diagnosed with Cotards in my early 20s and underwent treatment for years before I could be considered societally functional (working, living with others, no longer a threat to myself).
Coming out of that place, still in pain, but more clear-minded, I've now spent years knowing I am not CIS. I never was. As a child I knew, as a teen I fought it, as an adult I buried it. I experienced my first bouts of gender euphoria when I did drag for a number of years, and have fleshed out the ideal (happiest) self in my mind and I know it's a post-transition me.
But.
But I have fought a long time and no longer wish to struggle against a body that has given me so much pain. I want to rest. I finally have some measure of relief from pain and the idea of taking on more is too daunting to bear. I've had so little comfort in this life and now that I have some I don't want to give it up. I may never be able to transition to my fullest desire, so I have convinced myself that knowing is enough.
Is it fair of me to simply find happiness in knowing who I truly am? Is it valid for a person to never transition and still know that their struggles are real? Am I real?

I've been feeling off all day and now it's past midnight and I can't go to sleep because I'm feeling really not right. I've actually been having a good few weeks, the first in a while. But tonight, something is wrong. I'm feeling a distinct tingling in my mouth that reeks of 'actual' sickness and not anxiety.
I'm not asking for reassurance. I might be sick, I might not be, I don't really know. But I'm wondering;
For those of you who have recovered, or are on the successful road to recovering, what exactly do you do in times like this? It's nearly impossible for me to stop resisting. Scratching my stomach and chest is a big coping mechanism for me. I can't resist doing that, so I think that's off the table for healthy coping tonight.
But what else? Do you get somewhere comfortable? Is getting into bed counterproductive because that's my safe space? I haven't really thought about this in a little while, which is a good thing, I guess.

TLDR: My boyfriend is moving soon and won't be able to see his friends nearly as much once he moves, but it means we can only call for a little each day because of all the time he spends with his friends.
My boyfriend and I have been dating for almost 6 months now and spent almost all day every day of that time together. We met in college, so of course now that we are on summer break, we are long distance. Going from like 8 hours a day together in person to maybe 1-2 hours over call has been a stark transition and we both miss each other a lot.
The problem is, we would be able to call a lot more if he weren't spending so much time with his friends. He agrees that his friends are not the best influence and that he should be spending more time on activities that are better for him, so I thought it would be good if he limited the time spent with his friends to 3 days a week. He was iffy at first, but agreed. I haven't kept track of if he's been following this exactly, but all I know is that there has not been a single day yet where he was actually able to call for more than 2 hours in a day. I was really upset today because we would have finally had a chance to call for the whole afternoon, but then he made plans with his friends, so I was left alone. He is very kind and apologetic, but I just feel hurt that he seems to prioritize his friends over me.
BUT at the same time, he should be able to spend a lot of time with them because soon, he won't be able to see them hardly at all because he is moving. I wish I could be more carefree about him being with his friends more, but I am just having a hard time only being able to talk to him for such a small part of the day, given the amount of time together we used to spend before (and not to mention, even though his friends definitely aren't bad people, they're just not good influences).
Do you advise that I let him spend time with his friends more? If I do, how do you recommend I avoid getting so upset when he chooses to hang out with them instead of call me?

I get home from an exhausting day at work and thought everyone had forgotten about my birthday. As I turn the corner to my bedroom you surprise me.
I want this prompt to be flexible so we can make it our own. You can play any character you want such as a family member, friend, etc. You could also surprise me in a unique place such as an office party, a restaurant, or wherever you want.

I'm sure this has been asked a million times, but I'm new to the mastiff game.
This wonderful boy Loki, was dropped on my lap, because I'm known to give lost animals a home when I have the space. His story is very hazy as a result of him being rescued from a really bad situation for a dog like these. Small apartment room. trapped in it, shitting inside pissing inside all that. He was really thin when I got him, but not like...mange and fleas thin. He's doing much better now, he's legal, and got his shots. He's somewhere between 5 and 9 years old. I was told 8-9, but the vet and I both think he's more like 5-6. Just some backstory on the big guy.
I'm here trying to learn more about the breed, because again, he was kinda dumped on me. So I'm absolutely not prepared, which I know if you plan to own one of these dogs, you should be prepared. But I like to things are going well. I take him on walks, granted not nearly enough. But he's well fed, the house is plenty big for him, he can go where he pleases in it so he's not trapped in a room anymore. But I still find him very...talkative. now that doesn't bother me at all. It's actually fun to me. And funny. I like that he's a chatter box. But I'm curious as to why? I know all of his basic needs are met. And he's absolutely a bit bored, because I'm a bit boring. But even when I'm loving all up on him, he still insists on talking up a storm. Not a ton of barking or whining. Just general grumbling and that weird half whine they do? Again, I'm just here trying to understand my new best friend better. He especially gets talking when I'm rubbing behind his ears. The vet did say he's had lots of infections in his life, since according to her, his ear canals are a bit small. I've only had Loki here for about...2-3 months now, so he's settled in, he doesn't freak out when I'm not home, he's put on nearly 20-30 lbs, but has about 20 more to go according to the vet (he's currently sitting at 95 lbs). I know it seems like a rambling, and it sorta is. But I'm trying to connect some dots, and just kinda info dumping on you fine knowledgeable folk.
And anyone with any tips, I'm happy to hear what the community has to offer. I've been treating him like I treat most of my pittbulls, so far. But surely that can't be the correct way? Right? I just want to make sure he gets the best I can give him. We bonded pretty quickly, and now I can't imagine my life without him.
Thanks!

Just as the title states. It wasn’t an issue until today, when I went on a huge spree. I’m suspecting it has something to do with some of the build item mods more than the clothes but I downloaded a ton of new jewelry today and some new dresses. I tried removing a lot of the build items and custom lots from my cursed forge app but the problem persists. Are these mods and ccs taking up so much pc space that my game can’t catch up?
Someone mentioned something about putting them all into one folder so that it loads faster? Not sure how I’d go about doing that since they also warned certain types of content has to go with certain types and it can break them easily etc.
Does anyone have any other suggestions for me? Any help is appreciated. I waited nearly an hour today for all my shit to load before I gave up and just exited game since I can’t do anything due to not being able to save.
I’m incredibly frustrated and just want to enjoy the game 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
EDIT: I am using steam if this matters at all.

Hey
I have a question that has been heavily weighing on my mind for the past year regarding IPL
I hope you can help/give insight on this topic, I don’t know where else to ask this.
About 4 years ago I did a session or two (can’t really remember) of home based IPL (the Philips lumea handheld one) on my beard.
I am a cis-male who thought at the time (18 yo back then) that I wanted to get rid of my beard completely and never have to worry about shaving anymore.
I did one or two sessions then I got lazy and sorta forgot about it for a couple of years then at the age of 20 my thoughts on facial hair changed (as many people know, body dysmorphia can be tough).
I find myself 23 yo now, and kind of experimenting with growing a beard for the first time. The issue is because of the IPL sessions, my beard is patchy at the cheeks now. As in I have a thick beard but there is a couple of patches on my left and right cheek area (think where the dimples would be) where the hair is less dense and patchy looking; kinda resembling Henry Cavil’s beard.
I’m wondering if there is any chance the hair follicles which died in the patchy area will ever come back again? Or if there is any way for me to ever get a full beard again? I have as a last resort getting a beard transplant to fill in the patchy areas but I find that very intrusive and wish to not go there.
I have tried waiting (did the IPL nearly 4 years ago) yet it’s still patchy, I tried Minoxidil orally for a year which worked everywhere else except the beard :( and I heard about tretinoin+micro needling but I’m not sure that actually works?
I’m so lost and hope ANYONE can give me some help, this is making me feel a lil sad 😔.

For years I’ve been struggling to find a healthy female friend. And when I do, I end up having to move out of the city/country.
I’ve been friends with this woman for 2 years. We have similar interests, enjoy same things and share our experiences/problems. She listens to my stories, understands me well. Gets excited for me whenever I buy new stuff. She’s helped me whenever I passed out after drinking too much.
Things I don’t like about her is that she doesn’t pay for her share every time we go to restaurants or movies. I’ve talked about it and she’s been paying, well not always. For this reason I’ve reduced going out with her, made friends from Reddit so that I have people to go out with.
Sometimes when I’m hanging out with her at her place she asks me to get her water from her kitchen. Says she’s lazy to get up. She also comes over to my place during lunch time so that she doesn’t have to cook at home. We don’t mind her eating at our place, it’s just that we don’t have enough food to feed an extra member last minute.
One time we met a guy at a bar, she was talking to him and I barely had the chance to talk to him as I was busy with other friends. Next day she tells me that the guy was interested in her and not me. And that he didn’t show interest when I tried talking to him. I don’t remember that though and it didn’t bother me. But I was surprised why would she tell me this.
In the beginning when we just started talking I followed her on insta, she didn’t follow back. Later I learnt that she doesn’t take a day to follow back unknown men. Well she followed back after 6 months and that too when I was drunk. She thought I wouldn’t remember next day.
Why have I been keeping up with this for so long? Probably because I was feeling very lonely and I needed a friend. Also, for being there when I needed someone.
What are the things you let go in your friendships?

Sorry alot of back story. My 26F dad passed away recently. He is survived by myself my two older brothers & his gf & her 3 adult kids. My brothers struggle with drugs and one has been estranged for about a decade. I knew my father wouldn’t include that brother in his will, but I didn’t know I would be named the sole heir. From the moment I found out, I planned to take care of the not estranged brother and his kid & I also planned to set aside some for his gf as they dated for so long & if my dad didn’t have her in his life, I wouldn’t have pursued my future across the country. Things started as well as they could have under the worst circumstances. Myself, my dads sister, and his gf came together to divide responsibilities. But soon the cracks started to show. Comments were being made that were super off putting (gotta keep the character count down). They thought throwing his ashes in the ocean would be best since it’s free while I would rather go in debt to lay my father to rest. But the logical decision was to sell his car and use the proceeds. Instead the gfs kids wanted to sell it to keep the proceeds for a down payment on a house for themselves. Their help started to slow, but came to a near halt when it was discovered I was the heir to his life insurance policy who we thought was going to his gf. Because of other drama, the funeral was canceled but the celebration of life plan was still on. My aunt and I interned my father since his gf had no interest. Few more trips back home to clean the house that was in utter disarray which is shocking because my dad kept a clean house and used to hate clutter. They no longer came to help as they already came to lay claim to sentimental items they wanted that I was very willing to let go of as I wanted them to have keepsakes. While packing to go back for his celebration of life, I asked if they could bring framed photos so I wouldn’t have to fly with them. Instead I was met with hostility for interning my dad “without their knowledge” although they did know and were even in possession of his ashes until that very day. So instead of going to his celebration of life, I picked up flowers and spent the day visiting my dad and mom who are at the same funeral home. It was so painful having them both there. It was so painful seeing the still damaged earth where my dad was laid to rest. Fast forward a few months and it’s been radio silent except for a text from one sibling letting me know their interest in buying his house. Running out of words, but what makes me most reluctant to not share with them, beyond being left alone, is the fact that the person I trusted to love and care for my dad, didn’t in the way he needed. He succumbed to diabetes, he managed his diet well at first, but his gf liked wine and other things not healthy to a diabetic. Don’t get me wrong, I blame myself too, I should have been there. But I don’t intend to leave his gf or her kids a penny. So, AITA?

I have an unexplained issue that started years ago after I purchased the Samsung galaxy note 2, circa 2011. I started noticing that my new Bluetooth headset started to give me an earache that increased in pain each time I used it. I blamed the headset and switched to the handset for phone calls. Then, when I was holding it near (not up against) my ear, it started to hurt just the same as the Bluetooth earbud, even at the lowest volume setting. So, I switched ears and the same pain started to develop in my other ear. I tried speaker phone, and even this started to hurt my ears at the lowest volume setting. Not like a general discomfort, but outright stabbing pain if I’m exposed for a more than a few minutes. It has a cumulative effect that takes hours/days to dissipate. I went to the ent specialist doctor and found no issues with my ear - I had/have great hearing, actually.
I blamed the phone, so I purchased a new phone, the moto edge (I think that’s what it was called), same pain, then exchanged to Sony Xperia Z, all gave me same piercing pain in my inner ear area.
I could no longer listen to audio on these phones - no phone calls, no watching videos with audio on, and if I’m even in the same room as someone using phones like those I’ve described, the pain will come. It’s not a pain that is instantly recognizable but develops over the course of a minute or two before I can feel it in earnest, then it just builds from there. After a few minutes if I stop I’ll only have a migraine/earache feeling the remainder of that day, if longer, then it could persist into the following day.
Here is where it gets weirder. I purchased a 2015 ford fiesta - I was so excited to have a new car. The car stereo caused the exact same pain when the stereo was on! I was so desperate to listen to music I would even put an ear plug in my right ear (because it was worse/more sensitive than my left) and listen at the lowest volume. They even weirder part is that it would cause pain just from being turned on, even with the volume set to zero! This was truly perplexing.
Ever since these developments over the last 11-13 years I’ve been careful what speakers I’m around.
Still, to this day, I can’t use these phones previously described.
As of about two years ago I discovered my iPhone XS has been tolerable on low volume settings. If I turn the volume beyond 50% the pain was build up. I can also use Samsung Galaxy buds on <= 50% volume without triggering discomfort.
I suspect I have some kind of ultrasonic sensitivity that most people do not have, and whatever technologies that started being put in many small speakers 12-14 years ago triggers this pain.
Are there others in the medical community who have seen or heard of this before? Thank you!

So I use to be married to a nurse (RN, BSN) who worked CVICU and cardiac transplant. By the time I was near the end of my residency she was burnt out and ready for a change. She was very social media savvy, excellent reading and writing skills (36 on ACT English and Reading sections) and over all pleasant. She took it upon herself to contact the rapper Logic's label social media manager asking if they would be interested in having a nurse travel with them to help maintain artists health. Nutrition, IV fluids, mental health and critical decision maker if the artist needed medical attention. While she did have a husband (me) who was a physician it was made clear no prescriptions of any kind and I would be available for advice.
Anyway we ended up getting divorced and never signed the contract. I have not kept up nor am I interested but there was definitely a market for musicians to have a nurse travel with them for what I described. I am giving this info out for free because I will do nothing with it.
It should be noted we both knew several successful southern rappers, electronic musicians and event promoters so we were aware of the culture behind the scenes. Probably not for everyone but if you know how to stay out of trouble and not see certain things definitely a 6 figure job. Obviously potential to start your own company.
Hopefully this is useful to someone looking for a career change.