Chest congestion, fatigue

Hi! I’ve been doing a PPL split for the longest time, and have only recently started training my chest more intensely. After I complete my chest workout, my shoulders seem extremely fatigued and I cannot give my 100% to it the way I would on a day where I work only shoulders or shoulders & tricep. Can someone help with this? Should I change my split or keep a separate day for shoulders or…? Im not a professional body builder, im just a girl who enjoys lifting and have recently started observing muscle definition I prefer training each muscle group twice a week.

33F, 5’4”, 200lb… chronic cough for months. Initially provider thought cough was caused by heartburn but heartburn medication has not been helping. Cough produces white and yellow phlegm (mostly cleawhite—yellow in the morning). Friends, family, coworkers have all noticed my cough for months and wonder what is wrong. I finally decided to get looked at but it feels like my symptoms are being minimized.
Chest X-ray was normal.
Prescribed albuterol inhaler (by urgent care, not GP) and told to take mucinex DM by GP. Also taking Zoloft, Famotidine.
Symptoms: wheezing, shortness of breath, constant cough that isn’t helped with cough drops or suppressants, anxiety, depression, fatigue
Photo of spirometry results in comments. Do they look normal, as suggested by my doctor? Nurse had hinted at the time that they were below normal. Should I be seeking a second opinion?
I do occasionally smoke cannabis and have a high amount of allergies. Recently adopted a new dog as well and dogs are one of my top allergies. I take a daily Claritin.
Just really worried my symptoms are being minimized by GP. Of if I am sick, im worried I could have an infection or something that requires a steroid or antibiotic.

So...this is likely going to be a long post, I apologize in advance as I kind of just have a lot of my mind to expand upon.
I am a 33 year old male, I first got Covid in late December 2023. It was rough, What complicates this for me is that I didn't feel good before Covid. For years I dealt with major fatigue issues, what some would consider similar to adrenal fatigue type symptoms, low blood sugar feelings every day, anxiety, all kinds of weird stomach/chest sensations, lack of energy, heat sensitivity, anxiety and more. The only things I previously had been confirmed to have that could have contribued to this were low Vitamin D and a hiatal hernia. Over the last few years I've had a batery of heart tests, stomach tests, all never really found much other than the hiatal hernia.
Covid was rough on me for sure. Had the worst cough I've ever had for weeks. Though oxygen remained normal, the worst muscle pains I've ever had, and stomach issues, frequent bowel movement. In the weeks following Covid I felt like my hiatal hernia had been made worse as I was just noticing symptoms in there more. I also feel sleepy way more than I did before Covid. The coughing stopped, but I dont know that any of it totally went away, there were periods of time where I forgot I had Covid and even thought I was totally over it a few times, but right now I am reconsidering it.
The last few weeks I have really been just not been feeling rough..and its nothing new to me totally but it all feels worse.
Muscle pains and soreness...I dont have horrible muscle pains, but I have pains that are just there that I didnt notice before, arms, legs, ribs, back, chest. Now weird feelings werent new to me, but its all so much more noticeable after Covid. Its almost like...My muscles are all just a little heavy/sore, like if I want to go on a walk, its like starting an old car, something at 33 I dont think is the norm, just sitting here typing this paragraph I've noticed a strain/muscle pain in my left knee, upper thigh, fingers, and left wirst. They are low on the pain scale like 2 or 3 out of 10, but they are there. It is similar to the muscle feelings you get when you are sick but not quite on that scale, just a lower level daily 24/7 version of it.
My hiatal hernia has felt so much worse in the last few weeks. I am noticing so much more pressure around it, its almost like a baby kicking in my lower chest/upper stomach when I move positions or lean wrong, or strain. I've had lots of nausea last few weeks also going along with it, it also goes along with the low blood sugar feelings I get which are fixed by foods (not sugar), and sometimes its hard to tell if I am sick or hungry or what.
Along with the theme of stomach issues, and this one gets a little more graphic...I haven't been normal with bowel movements since I had Covid. Atleast my usual. I was..pretty regular pre-covid. Every couple days, maybe once a day, but it was..simple..relatively the same...Since I had Covid, its extremely irregular, much more frequently it can be more diahhrea like, usually very soft, sometimes multiple times a day which used to be extremely rare for me, and where I used to be able to hold it before, it seems to come on much more suddenly for me now.
For a weird one, I feel like my anxiety is worse again since Covid...now I had anxiety for years which was actually caused by all the strange symptoms I had over the years. But it had been maintained and stable before Covid. Now it feels like any adrenaline release at all absolutely screws up my body. Good or bad energy. Watching a sporting event and getting excited = feeling bad...Even gaming...I am an eSports compeititor, mainly with sim racing, but I enjoy other games. I've noticed that if I play a game like Fortnite now, when I get done if its a tense game, I am borderline panic attack and my body freaking out for literally no reason, and it comes on out of nowhere once i'm done. Fortnite seems to do it worst of all games.
There are more things im sure I am forgetting but its very late, and this really hit me today that maybe somehow Long Covid is playing up all of these things after all. I did have an episode of my heart racing last month and they said it was POTS..I had an EKG while it was going, EKG was normal, Chest XRay was normal...I dont necessarily believe it was POTS but I also cant rule it out as I have had other POTS like symptoms before.

I’m 21M always been very active my whole life, not really been super overweight or labeled obese, I’m currently 240-250. I’m tall so I tend to be a little heavier anyways. My main concern is that I’ve had left chest pains, arm pain, fatigue, and also my veins on my left wrist act weird since early April 2022. It all started after throwing a football with my left hand. I’ve been to the ER once and they labeled it anxiety, I am indeed diagnosed with severe anxiety and depression, I also have asthma too, but I stopped taking medication for all them . I have only 1 relative who had any heart related issues and it was my grandfather on my mothers side, he had open heart surgery but he was already in his 50s or 60s , so no genetic problems are linked. Just looking for feedback or any input on this I’m really concerned, the thought of heart failure scares me.
A little note,these pains sometimes go away for 2-3 months.

A few days ago my parents and siblings got back from a family friends uni graduation. To preserve my health and sanity I made a really hard decision to not attend:
The graduation was a few states away. Nobody attending masks or take any precautions day-to-day. When I’ve had to travel with my family, I can usually make them mask in the airport/on the plane. It still got frustrating to beg them to mask in the airport just for them to eat indoors, go to parties and gatherings, visit packed tourist spots, etc. when we got to our destination. These trips pretty much always ended with me isolating in my room with an air purifier…
I decided I’m done being pressured to travel with them. It was exhausting and I had too many close calls. I’ve sat out of a few things now but the graduation was by far the hardest. Lots of friends I haven’t seen in a while attended.
But now it feels like my sacrifice doesn’t matter anyway. They brought something home. Only my dad wore a surgical in the airport, outside of that they went to the actual graduation ceremony (packed/indoors), the grad party, and restaurants. They all came back coughing and/or sneezing, and my siblings are also congested. I’ve been wearing a mask outside of my room but it’s been a few days now and i currently have a sore throat, loss of smell/taste, I’m constantly sneezing and very congested. I took a Covid test when they first came home that was negative, but right now I feel very similar to past positive infection. I’m going to test again but I’m pretty sure I have Covid. My family refused to test even though they’re obviously sick.
All of this is so defeating. I’ve completely restructured my life to mask, test, etc. but the people I live with literally could not care less, so I’ve been exposed and gotten Covid multiple times (outside of now). I’ve done everything I can think of and gently talked to them so many times about Covid, I provide information, I buy and offer masks, I buy air purifiers. I’ve already looked into moving out and I just can’t afford it right now, but I’m working towards that. It’s not in my near future though, and that’s really bothering me. I had some really difficult lingering Covid symptoms from a past infection, and even talking to them about my experience isn’t enough. They’ve been sick very often this year, definitely more than in the past. Ex. One of my sisters has been violently coughing in her sleep. But whatever happens, they just refuse to change their behavior.
I keep thinking about the long term health implication of me getting Covid this frequently, I’ve had it several times over the past 4 years. I have chest pain every once in a while. I also feel like my cognition has gotten worse, like I don’t feel as “sharp”. I try not to think about it too much but it’s hard, esp knowing the risks.
Have any of you guys had Covid multiple times? How do you cope? Especially with thinking about your long term future?

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Since I knew there was a time before, I’ve wanted it, but that was child’s hope; even as a boy I wanted a dream. I wanted some divine being to enter from heaven and tell us all how it should be, but that wasn’t something I could ever count on—of course. Is there a god? I think so. I’ve seen those things and if they exist, then surely there’s a maker on the other end of it—god made both the light and the dark if the word’s to be believed and all we can hope for is a glimpse of the former. Even for a second.
The streets were soaked with blood and so many artillery rounds were fired into the sky—many I witnessed missed Leviathan—that I forgot what silence was like (not to mention the screams and there was a lot of that).
In the scrambling, I found I was reentering deeper into Golgotha and that wasn’t good. There was the ever-present thought that Maron was around every corner; the man had haunted my thoughts for longer that he should have and every time it was like an overwhelming force. It was simple enough after all, he was a piece of the past, a piece I could theoretically reach out and touch and that was what kept me to him.
In the fray of bolting citizens, I pressed myself to the exterior of a wall—I’d neared the stairs which once led to my apartment—and I kept out of the way of those that mindlessly went; some of those which rushed from the onslaught were those afflicted with skitterbugs and many of them either hobbled on blackened legs or—and this was rare—comrades or family helped to carry those which could not carry themselves. It was a baffling sight. A man carried a woman like a child (her toes had fallen off and her legs were black to the knees) and though he strode on with her, his own boots were caked with a mixture of blood and earth. An older girl led a young boy from the whirlwind of dust which was kicked up in the square; the boy’s eyes were whited, and his hands were curled to his chest, discolored. People, whatever duality there is, cared. There was not a drop of the apathy I’d learned and encouraged in myself.
I chewed like a mad dog through my bindings, and it was of little use; I yanked at the cord which secured my hands together and received rope burn in return. “Bitch!” I cussed the thing, but the flames in the sky were so loud, the bangs and vibrations from the artillery consumed all so it was like yelling in a barrel. I swung my hands out in front of me, feeling useless and felt a sudden urge to try again. I bit into the cord and repetitively motioned my jaw against the pressure of the cord, like I was going to saw through it with my teeth. Ha! Another yank is what brought my left hand free, but not without tearing a triangle of skin away from my wrist.
The cord dropped to my feet, and I looked around; a woman brushed past me, nearly toppled over my foot and I caught her by the wrist before she went head-over. She violently thrust from my grasp and screamed something at me. Another bout of flames burst from Leviathan’s maw as it circle-dove overhead. The heatwave from the blast exploded across my face so that I recoiled from the sky itself till I was on the ground, and I pushed myself from the earth and ran half dog-like from my place there at the wall. Where? It was hard to say where when every person that touched-by seemed to send me in another direction; in the madness, it was impossible to tell my course.
With time and effort, I found my way to the opening where the hydro towers were, three pillars which rose above Golgotha’s skyline, each one a testament to human resilience—engineers laborers toiled untold hours under Lady’s father to construct them. The hydro towers exploded into rubble as Leviathan slammed into them. Rock rained down as cutting shards and destructive boulders. A man lay beside my feet where he'd been pinned by the onslaught—white concrete kept him there by his chest—he gasped for air and blood already formed around him. In a moment, I looked away at the dying man, his half-whited eyes bulging at me. Meat hung from the left side of another man’s face as he cradled his head in his hand and moved like he was stoned and sat among the stomping feet; he slumped into the spot he sat and did not move till others came by him in a hurry and he simply fell onto his side like a toy animal.
The screams were too much. I looked to the towers, the nubs which had broken away like bad teeth against the red sky, and whole people fell alongside the rubble, limbs and showers of blood and Leviathan latched atop the towers and rocked its massive body so that the structures slipped directly from their foundations and tumbled over like pins. I ran and again there was nothing but chaos, nothing but mind-numbing wilder thoughts—it was grim and there wasn’t a place for coherency; it was all snaps of images.
In the mess of bumbling limbs, I pushed through to the hall of Bosses and there were people there already, rushing the stairs; the ground shook and I assumed it must’ve been the towers. The things demolished all in their path, and briefly, I saw the ramshackle structures which normally stood in their shadows come slanting over and people leapt from those places too and landed poorly and there was a cacophony of tremors through the earth—it felt as though hell should open.
The steps at the base of the hall were flooded and it was a fight to climb them as legs came high up from ahead and swiped at those behind and I kept my hands ahead of me to block whatever foot may come my way.
Wall men stood ready with their rifles at the tops of those steps and fired their weapons indiscriminately into the crowd. Bodies, big and small, piled atop the steps after a brief bullet dance and it came that I wasn’t only climbing stairs, but corpses; the warmth of their flesh as I clawed ahead remained and blood fog hung in the air. That grouping of wall men, casually lined before the doors of the hall were overtaken and they disappeared, their rifles cackled and came alive with muzzle flashes and the animal hands of the horde brought them to ground.
Us, the horde, funneled through those front doors and for a moment, in the thick walls of the hall, the outside world audibly disappeared; the blood and dust remained, but it was quieter save the shuffling feet and cusses of passersby I was carried deeper.
Those that worked the underground went quickly and I followed, and those ignorant followed for the sake of survival and it was not long till we stumbled into the Boss’s lair. With room, people dispersed like water through the tunnels and found dark recesses to tend their wounds or mourn whatever was lost and the explosive open air had been fully replaced by the quiet black oppressive mumbles of people taking stock of all those that had died. And all those that would. Every few moments, the walls shook, and dust fell from the ceiling fixtures.
A few haggard folks moved to the doorway which led to the damp room which led to the kitchen, and they slammed the door shut and latched it and began to check adjacent rooms for things to barricade the way.
“Stop!” said a man in the dim flickering underground light—I was surprised to see the man was me, “Leave it open! Others might need help.” I retraced my steps to the small faction that’d gathered there at the doorway. “You can’t just let them die out there. Let them in.”
“Shut up!” a skinny girl with her hair pulled back on her malnourished skull spoke gruffly; she choked, coughed—dust clung to her clothes—she’d been near the collapse of the hydro towers if I guessed. “Step off, or I’ll—
“Or you’ll what?” I shouted.
The girl put up her fists, two lumpy stones, and in stupid response I closed the distance between us. With speed, her fist met my nose, and I stumbled back on my heel.
Without hesitation, I brought up my own hands and landed a blow to her stomach. She craned forward, gasped on repeat, and took a knee.
Blood wet my upper lip, and I wiped it away with my forearm.
“Move,” I said to the others by the door; there were two: a woman and a boy that was nearly a man.
The boy charged headstrongly, attempted a kick and I easily shoved his small frame against the tunnel wall; the hard metal sounded a meaty thud against his body and the woman launched unseen at me, raked her nails down the back of my neck, and tore at my collar. I kept a forearm to the boy’s throat and rocked his head with my free elbow. Once he wept and spit red, I let him go; the boy slid into a sit and I spun on the woman, shoving her away. My left leg began to give, and I used the wall over the boy’s head as support. I swung at her with a wild claw and my fingertips grazed her nose as she fell away to the opposite wall.
“Stop it!” I shouted.
She launched at me, and my leg gave out under her tackle, and I stumbled half-on the boy, my feet kicked helplessly at her, and the boy regained his composure and began to crawl towards me. We wrestled and then the girl I’d knocked in the gut rejoined the fray. I was done. They had me pinned and spat curses at me and took turns shoving my head into the floor.
“You’re going to get us killed,” shouted the woman, “Are you stupid?”
I grinded my teeth and tried to throw them off; I was overpowered and easily pressed down again.
The overhead lights flickered with another deep earthy vibration and the trio let go of me in an instant—I came up swinging my arms like crazy and as I went to kneel before propelling myself to stand, a hand rested on my shoulder. I spun on the hand and was met with the black mouth of a 9mm pistol—that froze me fast.
The owner of the weapon—a wall man by the look of her fatigues—motioned for me to stand and I did. Her eyes were far off and nervous and the metal shook in her outstretched hand. “Against the wall!” she barked at us; she was small-framed and youthful but full grown, and I could easily push her out of my way if not for the pistol. We went to the wall, and she moved to the door while keeping the gun drawn on us. She watched us and glanced at the door. “It’s latched! Who latched the door?” She asked.
No one spoke. The other three looked to their feet; I initially refused to rat, and snorted blood—my nose throbbed and by touch I could tell it swelled already.
“Well? Why’s it closed?” she asked the question more like a desperate child than a person with control. “C’mon!” The 9mm rolled limply on her wrist as she said the word, like she was attempting to draw the confession from us with the motion.
“There’s an attack. They’re killing everyone,” said the boy.
The girl and woman nodded.
“Who?” asked the wall man.
“Demons, muties,” said the boy, “Big stuff. Everyone’s dying.”
The ground shook as if to emphasize his point.
The wall man studied us for a moment, lingering last on me and for the longest and she took a long breath and let the sigh out dramatically slow. “I know you,” she motioned at me with the gun, “You’re that maniac. The one that tried to murder everyone.” Her eyes fell then returned and she put her weight on the door while maintaining the barrel of the gun eye-level in my direction.
“I ain’t gonna’ hurt anyone,” said. I briefly thought about smiling but decided that’d look worse.
“How do I know that?” she asked.
“Yeah,” said the boy, “He tried to kill us already!” His voice cracked with adolescence; the blood I’d spilled from his mouth coated the front of his holey shirt.
The trio nodded all together—everyone agreed that I was a maniac killer.
“They latched it,” I said, “Cowards.”
A thump came from the other side of the door which frightened the wall man and she leapt from the spot she’d leaned—it took several full seconds to realize her gun went off; there was a flash, and my ears rang. I stumbled from the knot of people and slunk a couple of feet from the space by the door. The girl—the one I gut-punched—collapsed to the floor while holding the right side of her face. The women crowded the girl, panicked, the boy sprinted past me and disappeared deeper into the underground, and the wall man stood there with a wretched blank expression. There was a long moment which hung in the air; I could not hear and then it came back, and it was the girl’s screams I heard first.
Upon stepping to them, I saw the prone girl had been shot just so—through the cheek. Her eyes rolled from likely spinal damage; whatever the angle, it seemed to have ripped through irreparable nerves and she bled a lot. There wasn’t any hope for that girl.
“Well,” I said to the wall man, “Finish it. No reason to make her suffer.”
The girl on the ground writhed unnaturally and caterwauled while the woman by her side attempted to calm her.
Greater became the sound of the belabored hands on the other side of the door; then a hollow-sounding gunshot came from the other side; were they shooting the door? Or each other? Another round—human screams.
The wall man shook her head. “I didn’t mean it. It was an accident.”
I tried to hold the wall man’s gaze, but she didn’t seem able.
With speed, I moved to the wall man, reached for the gun which dangled helpless by her side—her initial response was to flinch, pull the weapon from my reach; our eyes locked and I clenched my jaw. She could’ve killed me. There wouldn’t have been surprise from me if she had.
She let go of the gun and I nodded, and she nodded and the woman kneeling by the girl threw herself over her. “Please,” protested the woman, “Please don’t!”
With the aid of the pistol, I was given space, and nothing was said. I mentally prepared myself for the ringing which accompanied gunfire in small spaces, even tilted my head away with my free palm up and took aim and the girl jerked once then went still.
With the ringing going and sound returning, the drumming on the door returned, as well as the quiet weeps of the woman; she crawled to the wayside of the hall, pressed her back against the wall and rested her chin on her knees with her arms around her shins. She didn’t rock to or fro and hardly made any noise at all. But the small and quiet sobs remained faintly there.
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About three or so weeks ago, one absolutely random night I suddenly felt irritation in my nose and throat as if I was smelling smoke even though there was none around me.
At the time I thought maybe smoke is coming from the outside so I wrote it off as a singular irritation.
However, from that night on I have been having a very congested nose, sometimes runny and a very dry chesty cough that follows for a day or two. It seems to flare up the most in the evenings, especially the cough, and nothing helps. I had periods of fatigue, dizziness, brain fog too, but not persistent.
My nose gets blocked and then unblocked on and off again depending on which environment I'm in or if I'm sitting or standing.
I've never had allergies in my life and this happened very out the blue with no further symptoms.
I went to see my GP as I was getting worried about the cough - however all vitals came back good. Just one thing - very swollen inside of the nose.
He advised it might be sinusitis and prescribed a Mometasone Furoate Nasal Spray (UK) and antibiotics. I've been using the spray (albeit incorrectly as I've just found out on this page lol) but haven't touched the antibiotics yet as I doubt it is actually sinusitis. I have no fever, no cheek, forehead or head pressure - nothing. Just a blocked, runny nose, sneezing and the dry cough. And my nose insides do feel swollen, irritated and dry at this point - probably from all the blowing and nasal sprays (which I didn't know can actually dry it out more)
I've been going a bit crazy trying to understand what the hell is up. Thought it might be heart related even - but then I came across the definition of Non-allergic rhinitis and it seems to be fitting my situation the most.
Could it be it and is there any good relief for it in UK?
P.S. I have undergone a rhinoplasty back in 2019. Not sure if that could relate to anything so far later..

I've been dealing with pelvic pain and a myriad of other symptoms for the past 2 months. After multiple misdiagnoses a CT scan showed that I have "prominent bilateral parametrial vessels with pelvic congestion syndrome".
Urgent Care gave me a referral to a GYN but they've been impossible to get ahold of, and I ended up going to the ER a few days ago because I felt so sick. ER also suggested that it could be endo?
I'm in pain (general pelvic pain plus a shooting pain on my left side) and have constant nausea, lightheadedness, and fatigue. This is consuming so much of my life and I feel like I can barely function. The wait for the GYN to schedule is torture and my mental health is taking a toll. I feel so scared, frustrated, and exhausted. I'm so tired of the pain and can't imagine feeling like this forever.
How long did it take you to receive any form of treatment after diagnosis? I'm also not sure on if I need to be seeing a vascular specialist as well? Unfortunately with my insurance I need a formal referral to see any specialist.
I'd appreciate any advice, experiences, or words of comfort.

I’m losing my mind. I’m 27f 150 pounds. I work from home but I’d say decently active around the house. I vape (in the process of quitting) Never drink. Don’t really have any medical issues that I’m aware of but I do take anti depressants for depression. I had cosmetic surgery done 4 weeks ago and my anxiety started getting really bad before the surgery. “This is too dangerous” “you’ll join the 27 club” “don’t do it it’s not worth it, what if something goes wrong” scared of blood clots and aneurysms. I did the surgery anyway and I’m okay. Though the anxiety constituted and just got worse. The first 2 weeks of surgery I was at the ER convinced I had a blood clot because my d dimer was slightly elevated (no clot) They did a CT scan, did blood and I was ok. Went in about 4 days later to a different ER, convinced I had clots in my legs, they did ultrasound of my legs, nothing. Everything was fine. Then my anxiety started getting way worse as I started developing chest and arm pain. My left arm would throb, sometimes my fingers, then my wrist, then my arm, and my chest would hurt with a stabbing pain. I went to the ER, they did a chest xray, took blood and did ELG, showed everything was perfect. Went home, felt off again… called EMT, they came out did EKG, everything looked fine so I didn’t go in…. I got blood work done (thyroid, HDL, vitamins, CBC, all the basic and even more) and my HDL was low (should be 50 it’s 49) and my b12 was WAY too high BUT I did have a b12 injection 3 days before the blood test. But SOMETHING in me is telling me that something is wrong. WHY is my HDL low? It has no reason to be. Everyday I’m convinced I’m having a stroke or heart attack. I have Xanax as needed and they only help for the panic attack but not the day. I’m trying to rationalize my thoughts, but WHY is my HDL low? WHY do I feel like this? My blood pressure DROPPED today, I got dizzy and fatigue and almost passed out, called 911 and they just checked my blood sugar level and BP and said it’s pretty low (I refused to go to the ER) I went home snacked ate salt and whatnot and felt better but like why did it drop?
I’m convinced I’m doomed and something bad is gonna happen it’s taking over my life, I see a cardiologist on Monday but I don’t even feel safe waiting till Monday. What do I do? I STILL get hand and chest pain and sudden nausea and I SWEAR it’s REAL. I’m obsessed with checking my pulse and o2 levels I check probably 50 times a day. It’s taking over my life and I’m getting too scared to even leave the house. Worried I’m going to just have a heart attack or something I can’t shake the feeling.
It’s not just in my head. What do I do?

37, type 2 diabetic (BS well managed with ozempic and insulin after years of barely tolerating metformin), PTSD, ASD, OCD, ARFID, PMDD. NB/AFAB. Fat, muscular, active. believe in health at every size and ability. big maintenance phase fan.
i have been dealing with alternating sinus and gum infection for last 5 months.
i'm posting here bc i just discovered this subreddit and think it's dope. also bc my therapist told me not to go on google and im an idiot (as you'll soon see) and now have myself freaked out. also terrible self advocate and blew it at the health center today IRL, so why not go talk to strangers on the interne.
respiratory history- off and on but more on 10 year spliff smoker (never a pack a day- 5/day max), quit for several months at a several times the last several years, but keep falling off the wagon like an idiot. use thc tincture to avoid smoking. also feels relevant to share that i have always lived in wood heat houses. i def have had exposure to plenty of badly vented houses, smoke, mold, n other toxins over the course of 17 years of dirtbag life. i have treated my lungs terribly for too long, i know. last two years i have been living in an early 90s double wide with kerosene heat and discovering how incredible it is to just turn up a thermostat.
timeline - maybe too detailed but fuck it
2020- didn't complete a course of antibiotics for a boil, it resolved and i stopped early. short time later had the first and worst gum infection of my life. imagine trying to get a dentist appt in summer 2020 in a rural area. anyways. took full course of antibiotics, resolved, bought a power toothbrush, great.
2021- dx type 2 diabetes, ARFID
2023- dx ASD
jan 2024- start having these insane night sweats- absolutely drenched, sheets wet, skin running with sweat like i've been ina sauna. perimenopause?! da fuq. PC says yup maybe perimenopause.
feb 2024- go to dentist with gum infection, dx periodontal disease, prescribed 250mg amoxicillin and 250mg metronidazole, referred to periodontist
a few days later, see PC for regular check up, she ups amoxicillin to 500mg
a week later, see periodontist who agrees infection is not fully resolved after antibiotics. she applies antibiotic pellet directly into gums. infection fully resolved, periodontists gives all clear.
april 2024- get sick from work (i do mask), resolved but lingering sinus infection. PC prescribed z pack
may 2024- last few weeks have been feeling tender gums, feel like i have a sore throat, lungs feel sore/infected, ears clicking, neck, chest, jaw, all feel achey and tender. armpit groin knee and elbow all feel sore/overused. exhausted, fatigued, can't sleep enough. everything is hard. i usually come home from work and work in the gardens til dark but now i feel like i just need to come in and rest. headache a lotta days. had a few ticks crawling, no bites but sometimes it's hard to know. make appt, PC can't see me but i see a new NP. tick borne panel comes back negative, blood work looks decent but kinda high WBC (? it was 11.9) an low MCV/MCH, borderline anemic. prescribed 10 day course of augmentin 125mg 2 x day.
wednesday- i call on day 7/10 of antibiotics to report no change (boogers are less bloody but otherwise same). schedule for appt friday
today-friday- see NP again (PC booked out). NP agrees antibiotic should have helped by now, advises i can stop (im scared and don't want to plus tmrws the last day). NP suggests we can check blood work again, add thyroid and autoimmune to the list, doesn't redo tick bourne panel. suggests allergy meds (i've never had seasonal allergies but it's been a bad pollen season?). discuss mental health and recent intense stress with housing issues. brings up fibromyalgia, given the tenderness in multiple body parts and stress. i start to cry and shes very nice and gives me tissues. we agree to start with blood tests and allergy meds. i don't want to be an AH, i like this NP even tho im more comfortable with my PC. it just feels crappy to hear those things as possible answers. esp the FMS one- yes im afab and "overweight"- but why does it feel like the first suggestion is always FMS?. i know this isn't a tv show but can't we rule a few more things out? i've met my deductible for the year ppl let's go. lol. but seriously- FMS is all 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷🏼‍♂️🤷🤷‍♀️🤷🏼‍♂️ prescribing low impact excercises mediation and reduce stress. like ok??? and?! y is women's health so mysterious and under researched. /rant
anyways. i can see my blood work results tonight as they come back. pretty much the same as two weeks ago, high WBC and low MCV/MCH. thyroid, vit d, rheumatoid all average.
so i go on the google like a dumbass. and obvi ok- i know i shouldn't. i need to stop. and at the same time i can't help but feel like i have a lot of early warning signs for something serious. this doesn't fee like FMS. this feels like infection- heavy and tender. maybe i don't understand FMS, maybe i'm talking out of my ass with all of this bc i don't know the full picture. but from what i've read, gum disease def infect diff parts of the body and i've now had 4 rounds of antibiotics (1st scripts, pellets, zpack, 2nd scripts) in the course of 5 months and im not better. is breath work and allergy meds gonna heal me or do i ned to be hitting a panic button before something (idk what but something!) goes to town on me? the comorbidities got me stresssing yall.

I’m losing my mind. I’m 27f 150 pounds. I work from home but I’d say decently active around the house. I vape (in the process of quitting) Never drink. Don’t really have any medical issues that I’m aware of but I do take anti depressants for depression. I had cosmetic surgery done 4 weeks ago and my anxiety started getting really bad before the surgery. “This is too dangerous” “you’ll join the 27 club” “don’t do it it’s not worth it, what if something goes wrong” scared of blood clots and aneurysms. I did the surgery anyway and I’m okay. Though the anxiety constituted and just got worse. The first 2 weeks of surgery I was at the ER convinced I had a blood clot because my d dimer was slightly elevated (no clot) They did a CT scan, did blood and I was ok. Went in about 4 days later to a different ER, convinced I had clots in my legs, they did ultrasound of my legs, nothing. Everything was fine. Then my anxiety started getting way worse as I started developing chest and arm pain. My left arm would throb, sometimes my fingers, then my wrist, then my arm, and my chest would hurt with a stabbing pain. I went to the ER, they did a chest xray, took blood and did ELG, showed everything was perfect. Went home, felt off again… called EMT, they came out did EKG, everything looked fine so I didn’t go in…. I got blood work done (thyroid, HDL, vitamins, CBC, all the basic and even more) and my HDL was low (should be 50 it’s 49) and my b12 was WAY too high BUT I did have a b12 injection 3 days before the blood test. But SOMETHING in me is telling me that something is wrong. WHY is my HDL low? It has no reason to be. Everyday I’m convinced I’m having a stroke or heart attack. I have Xanax as needed and they only help for the panic attack but not the day. I’m trying to rationalize my thoughts, but WHY is my HDL low? WHY do I feel like this? My blood pressure DROPPED today, I got dizzy and fatigue and almost passed out, called 911 and they just checked my blood sugar level and BP and said it’s pretty low (I refused to go to the ER) I went home snacked ate salt and whatnot and felt better but like why did it drop?
I’m convinced I’m doomed and something bad is gonna happen it’s taking over my life, I see a cardiologist on Monday but I don’t even feel safe waiting till Monday. What do I do? I STILL get hand and chest pain and sudden nausea and I SWEAR it’s REAL. I’m obsessed with checking my pulse and o2 levels I check probably 50 times a day. It’s taking over my life and I’m getting too scared to even leave the house. Worried I’m going to just have a heart attack or something I can’t shake the feeling.
It’s not just in my head. What do I do?

36F 5'7" 155lbs. Migraine headaches with left ear extreme sensitivity to noise. With sinus pressure. Headaches triggered more in stress. Shooting/stabbing like pain in abdomen that jumps around usually from upper left to lower right. And then vaginally. Stabbing chest pain that last for a second and goes away (ekg was normal) still producing milk 23 months after breast feeding. Hormones feel way off. My anxiety has never been so high. My doctor just keeps adding meds and i hate that there are so many. I feel like im over medicated. And that they dont interact well with me. (Zoloft, Vyvanse, Ativan, latuda, Topamax) [diagnosis ADHD, depression, anxiety. ] Blood pressure is always low at night but in the doctor's office it's normal. All these random new moles are appearing on my skin. Menstrual cycle is a bit off. Small lumps and bump like nodule-like things under skin seam to keep appearing. Fatigue is an understatement. My scalp has these same few pimple like things that just don't fully go away. And a most days I run a low grade fever and I'm always freezing and sometimes a hot flash. Tingling in hands and feet. Neck and low back pain and joint pain. And weird & irregular bowl movements. Hypersensitive to smell and skin sometimes has a sensation that it go wet like I spilled cold water on it. But any insight on all these things? Also...platelet levels have gone down over the past 3 years....my lymph numbers appear to have increased...but nothing was flagged...just observation. I just wanted this puzzle put together.

38F 5'5", 150 lbs, non smoker, United States. Duration one day.
This morning I woke with a stuffy right ear, after fighting what I think was a light case of flu (I'm vaccinated) this week. I did not have any congestion really, just a sore throat, dry cough, chills and fatigue. I also had some conjunctivitis in my right eye that seems to have been viral and not responsive to antibiotics.
So all of that was going away and getting better until this morning. I am not congested except for my ear. Over the course of the day it got worse. I took Mucinex, Sudafed, Aleve and Flonase in an attempt to get it unclogged, but it just got worse. I used swimmer's ear drops as the pain grew even worse. Finally around noon it got bad enough I did a telehralth appointment. They said nothing they can do without looking (why was earache on your menu then 🙄), so I make an appointment at a Minute Clinic. By this time it is abaolutely excruciating pain.
When I get examined at 3:30, my ear canal is so swollen she couldn't see my ear drum. To be safe, she gave me antibiotic drops and pills, and told me to take both Tylenol and Advil. I do all four ASAP and after a short nap felt a little better. My ear started crackling, which seemed like a good aign. Got my kids to bed and started feeling bad again so I took more Advil and another dose of the antibiotics. Been lying awake with tinnitus and pain until midnight, took more Tylenol.
I am still wake ful and ouchy. I may be panicking at this point but my other ear feels like it might be starting to clog.
Is this some kind of virus? Do I need steroids? I am a working mom and I have not gotten as much rest this week as I would like, never do. I am sure my immune system is run down.
I just want this tinnitus to stop and a clear ear so I can take care of my kids this weekend. They are so mad at me for being to sick to go to the pool all week. :(

Does anyone have any tips for living with symptoms but no official diagnosis (or support from family/healthcare providers)?
I have listed my symptoms below and explained a bit of my story under spoilers, as to not detract from the general request for advice, only provide context.
Symptoms: - severe joint pain in my hands, fingers, toes, knees, hips, shoulders, and my jaw - joint stiffness in my knees, elbows, shoulders, fingers, and hands - the combination of joint pain and stiffness in my shoulders has made it so I cannot eat or cook without having to intermittently change hands - right inner elbow has been consistently swollen with a sac of fluid for over 7 years now - can't carry a 5lb bag of sweet potatoes for less than five minutes in the grocery store without getting tired and dizzy - will experience discolouration and numbness in my hands and feet. If I sit down for more than twenty minutes, my feet will start turning purple--my friends in school used to call me corpse feet (affectionate, I hope). My hands can discolour while I'm shopping for groceries. If I get cold my fingers and toes will turn purple then white and lose all feeling. - my feet will go numb, without warning, while I'm driving. It doesn't matter if I have been driving for twenty minutes or an hour, I risk my feet going numb and making it difficult to gauge pressure on gas/brake - I get severe nerve pain in my arms that travels up my arm, not down. No inciting movements or actions that trigger the nerve pain. It has happened while I was driving, cooking, stirring a vinaigrette for my grandma. - chronic severe chest pain that has led me to think I was having a heart attack over seven times (if I ever had a heart attack, I'd probably just think "it's just the pain" and miss it). It gets worse when I take a deep breath and can make me feel short of breath - joint stiffness in the mornings and evenings especially - muscle pain... everywhere - sun sensitivity that causes severe migraines, rashes on my arms (and on my cheeks), and fatigue. I cannot be out in the sun for more than twenty minutes without feeling nauseous and wanting to hide in the dark like a vampire (cravings for blood, thankfully, isn't one of my symptoms) - sores in my mouth - severe fatigue (waking up feels exhausting in itself) that can leave me nearly falling asleep at restaurants with my family and struggling to keep my eyes open while driving - brain fog - sore and dry eyes - all of my joints pop (even my jaw) - blurry vision as if under water, no warning before it happens - vertigo - weakness (cannot grip stuff very well and have struggled to open ziploc bags while trying to give my cats treats) - ears ringing - low grade fevers (had a weekend where it wouldn't drop below 40 degrees Celsius but it tends to stick around 37-38 degrees Celsius) - positive ANA of 1:160 with coarse speckled pattern
My Story:
I have had joint pain, swelling, and stiffness since I was 14 years old. I'm 25 now. Most of my symptoms I have been experiencing for almost a decade now. I have a family history of rheumatoid arthritis and have had a doctor test my blood for rheumatoid factor but it always came back within regular range. Two years ago, I tested positive for ANA after my chronic illness caused me to lose my job. It was first 1:160 then 1:80 when we tested again a couple months later.
The world then shut down due to Covid and I had numerous doctors tell me they wouldn't see me unless I tested positive for Covid. I understand. It was an incredibly difficult time for healthcare workers.
My symptoms, however, did not care about the overworked healthcare system and continued to interfere with my day-to-day life.
I have had an MRI done to check my spine and neck, confirming there's nothing pinched that would be causing my nerve pain. The doctor ended up telling me it might be because I was born premature and I'll just have to live with it.
I have had ultrasounds and a CT scan done on my swollen elbow and never heard anything back which I'm choosing to take as "we didn't see anything alarming".
Now I am scared to drive alone due to my symptoms and live in constant pain. I have tried to see doctors about this and have been told "you're too young to have these issues" or "it's probably depression, you're too young for it to be anything else"... I finally got into a new doctor and they sent a referral for me to see a rheumatologist, especially given my previous positive ANA test.
Rheumatologist wanted updated bloodwork. All my bloodwork came back in normal range. My doctor point-blank told me "there's nothing wrong with you, your blood is fine, a rheumatologist will not help you" and then told me my symptoms are too complex for me to continue seeing them... so that feels a little like a kick in the stomach.
My mom, who means well, and lives with her own chronic pain, tells me it's because I don't have a routine (I have t been able to find a new job after losing another job due to my medical issues) and if I had a strict routine I wouldn't have so many issues. She's also of the opinion you need to just find the energy to combat fatigue...
I feel alone a lot of the time and like I'm trapped in my body that's failing on me.
If anyone has any tips, I would greatly appreciate it.

Anyone had severe withdrawal symptoms as extreme anxiety / despersonalization/ joint pain / fatigue / chest pains ( this one is big ) heart squeezing feeling like your heart is carrying a dumbbell etc ?? Impending doom also , nausea , no appetite

Welp I tested positive on Wednesday after being on a crowded Florida beach on a 90 degree day. Started Tuesday with aches and a dry feeling in the upper chest then went to extreme exhaustion, low fever, chest congestion, ringing in the ears, upset stomach, covid tongue and now no taste. Just now getting over the hump of it all. I felt like this time around was a little bit harder for me.

About a week ago, I desperately asked for advice on how to get rid of my candida overgrowth, including a white/yellowish coated back of the tongue causing bad breath. Many of you didn't hesitate to offer advice—thank you all for that!
Check it out if you want to
Here's an interim report on what I've learned, changed, and planned. I hope this helps anyone dealing with the same issues, saving you from extensive and depressing research.

What I've Learned: Don'ts

• Probiotics: Unnecessary unless you have a heavy antibiotic background. Ruminant meat provides everything your gut needs.
• Tobacco/Weed: Candida thrives on it. Stop smoking, including shisha and vaping.
• Dairy: Feeds candida like crazy. Avoid it.
• Tap/Treated Water: Avoid it. It can further disrupt your already fkd microbiome.

What I've Learned and Implemented

I've been conscious of my diet for 77 days (with 2 heavy fall-offs) as of this post, mostly eating cheap ground beef—sometimes mixed with pork—eggs, and butter daily.
Changes I'm Making: - Avoiding Pork, Eggs, and ButteGhee: These still contain potential allergens and carbs, which can be problematic. If you haven't experienced a full cure, eliminate everything except ruminant meats, salt, water, and possibly clean electrolytes. Redditors pointed out the Lion Diet, which has a 100% success rate for some, making this click for me.
Starting in June when I get my paycheck, I'll be on a HIGH-QUALITY LION DIET: ruminant meat and salted water, that's it.

• Upping the quality of meat: First things first, I’m not going to tell you to only eat grass finished beef because you certainly don’t have to if you can’t afford it. But I’m also not going to tell you that quality won’t change anything. I used to buy the cheapest ground beef I could possibly find because that’s what I was able to afford and I always felt good and slowly healed to a point where now only the back of my tongue is covered and stinks (at the beginning my whole tongue was covered with this stuff). I am sure that if I would have left out butter and eggs from the beginning I would have healed even faster or even completely by now (I’ll cut them out next month). So it’s probably not the meat’s quality fault at all. But I’ll up the quality anyway because my finances are allowing it now, I really want to support the sources of meat where the animals lived an actual good life and I want to see the contrast between how I feel and perform on conventional and pasture raised meat.

Temporary Exclusions: - Bone broth - Egg yolks - Organs, except maybe brain and heart

Salted Water (Plasma) Benefits

A Redditor recommended salted water to me, explaining its benefits. Salted water, if the ratio is correct, doesn't dehydrate you; it does the opposite. Regular or distilled water can flush out essential electrolytes. Salt (sodium) helps retain these. I use 5-10g of salt per 1L of water and don't recommend exceeding 10g/1L as it can cause internal drying. This creates a hydrating electrolyte drink that cleanses your blood.

"The second part of the equation is cellular hydration and cleansing the blood, done by consuming plasma (water + salt). The salt quality matters a lot; it needs to be unrefined sea salt containing all the minerals the body needs to hydrate our cells. Darko recommends 10g salt per 1L water and to drink 3L water per day minimum. His name is Darko Velcek on YouTube, and he has a blog: darkovelcek.wordpress.com."

Age of the Meats/Fats

Some people can't digest aged meat well. I always ate aged meat, but here’s what Mikhaila said in her FAQ on her website (liondiet.com):

"Aged meat increases histamine levels, which can be problematic if your immune and digestive systems are compromised. Histamines can lead to symptoms like headaches, nasal congestion, hives, digestive issues, irregular menstrual cycles, fatigue, nausea, and vomiting. You don't need unaged meat to start healing, but it might slow recovery if you're sensitive to histamines."

I'll try to get fresh/unaged products and experiment with raw fats versus tallow next month.

Grain-Fed vs. Grass-Fed

It's a confusing topic. Some studies claim grass-fed is vastly superior, while others see little difference. Some people swear by grass-finished meat, while others, like Mikhaila Peterson, actually prefer grain-fed.
But one thing is certain: grass-fed/finished wins the gold medal, while grain-fed takes silver. And silver beats everyone else below it.
So what I think matters more significantly is how the cow lived. "Grain-fed" does not always mean factory farming. Some grain-fed animals graze outside for 180 days a year and spend the rest of their time in spacious pens with hay lofts, plenty of space, and fresh air. They are fed freshly mown grass, with grain only as a filler. This is still high-quality meat despite being grain-fed.
I recommend talking to the farm/butcher where you want to buy your meat or checking their website to understand their practices better.

Final Thoughts

I can't wait for my paycheck so I can finally start the Lion Diet. Healing is achievable for everyone with the right approach.

Useful Links/Information

• Mikhaila Peterson's Website (great FAQs and recipes): liondiet.com
• Darko Velcek's Blog: darkovelcek.wordpress.com

Feel free to ask any questions or share your experiences!

When I was 18 I complained to my parents about my inability to bite all the way through a goddamm sandwich, as if that was the worst tragedy someone could possibly impose on me. They agreed that correcting my mega underbite with orthagnathic surgery was a good idea. This was 20 years ago and I still remember the pre surgery consult where the surgeon told my folks "it may not be perfect as his jaw may still grow." I did the surgery and looked like a balloon for weeks after. I had braces on before and after the surgery. Yep. My bite was still being corrected during and after the jaw correction. Not more than a year or 2 after surgery the symptoms slowly came. First was minor dull headaches and light sensitivity. I thought It was me and my anxiety. I couldn't understand why my hangovers got so much worse after drinking. Then the fatigue from talking. Still yet, my pain was mostly manageable for almost 2 decades as I grew used to the annoying symptoms, especially muscular headaches. Flash forward to last fall, I had a root canal done on #14. They also removed a lower retainer bar because i got calculus there all the time that required extra cleaning. They 3d printed a retainer-biteguard combo for my lower teeth. I felt fine for 4 months and then...I got sick. Possibly covid. Headaches and fatigue worsened. I couldn't get better. My teeth hurt all thr time. Then a sinus infection onset. My dentist said the roots were deep in thr sinus wall and so sinus infections could exacerbate things. I saw an Endodontist who said they missed a 4th canal on the molar and retreated it. Tons of inflammation in my jaw for months, 2 rounds of antibiotics, ruined gut bacteria, new facial and chest neuralgia symptoms probably from coughing for months. Worst year of my life so far. I'm about to do a 3rd prolozone injection in 2 weeks hoping it brings relief. Considering having my blood ozoned with UV and other long covid type protocols. This stuff sucks but gotta keep fighting I suppose.

I'm a 22-year-old male. My first cardioversion was when I was 17, almost 18. My AFib came back when I was 21, in April 2023. I had another cardioversion after three months of being in constant AFib. My AFib came back two months later. After being in constant AFib again for two months, I had an ablation in December. On May 28, a few days ago, my AFib came back again.
I have a genetic mutation, KCNQ1. They had me on Metoprolol, 100 mg twice a day, before my ablation, and my heart rate still wouldn't go under 100 bpm. After my ablation, they put me on Sotalol. I started having tachycardia and weird heart rhythms one day when I had a stressful week and an ear infection. They said my PR intervals had increased a lot and I had a 1st degree AV block, so they took me off the Sotalol. I made an appointment to wear a heart monitor so they could see what was going on. I missed the appointment and had to reschedule.
I started feeling great after they took me off the Sotalol. I felt normal: no weird feelings in my chest, no fatigue, no heart palpitations for maybe two months. Until a week ago, I started getting really stressed out at work and home, and about my heart. I started having heart palpitations, and then the other day, I woke up to AFib. The EP believes that the best thing for me, since I have the genetic mutation and my heart didn’t seem to like the Sotalol, is that I need to go with a pacemaker and/or defibrillator. My grandpa has a pacemaker. The other stuff didn’t really help him; now he says he is doing fine.
I have a cardioversion on June 24 so I can get an MRI right after, before they can do the pacemaker. I’m mainly nervous because I was looking in my notes in MyChart, and the day of my ablation, my heart function was only 37 to 40%. I don’t know why they never told me this or discussed it with me, but I really want to live for a while. I was just planning on asking my girlfriend to marry me a few weeks ago.
Anyways, now I’m stressing because the only thing they have done to lower my heart rate is give me Metoprolol, 25 mg twice a day. I tried to tell them I was taking 100 mg twice a day, and it didn’t help me at all. They blew it off and said they don’t want me to take so much because of my PR waves. But right now, my heart rate while resting and stressing is above 110, sometimes in the 130 to 140s. I just want to do what’s best to keep my heart from giving out.
Should I go up to the ER? Usually, they don’t do anything or even listen to what I have to say, so I’m afraid they are only going to make things worse. But I feel like I need to do something to get my heart rate under 110, considering I have a whole month to deal with this constant AFib.

Personally, what rep-range do you do cable-based exercises e.g. chest fly, cable curl, tricep pushdown, tricep extension where you feel the stimulus-to-fatigue ratio is maximized?

Male age 33 here. I feel very bad as last few months have been extremely awful health wise. I was all healthy enjoying my life to fullest. Suddenly in Dec 2023 I have some flu/or covid I am not sure but it took me a week or so to get recovered, usually it doesnt happen. Anyways after a couple of weeks I developed some cough and wheeze when I was going to bed, I though it will go away but it wasnt so after 3-4 weeks I went to doctor who checked and said everything looks fine, throat lungs etc, but strangely prescribed me nystatin antifungal syrup for 14 days which made things even bad. Then I went to the same doctor he then prescribed me betamethasone 0.5mg tablets for 5 days (6 tablets a day) Since taking these something gone wrong in the body as these are steriods. after a few weeks I started having some stomach issue then another doctor prescribed me omeprazol, on 1st april 2024 I took omeprazol 40mg empty stomach in morning according to doctors recommendation, since then I feel I am not the same, i started having strange symptoms, like breathing issues, indigestion, bloating, fatigue, weakness. All my major blood tests and chest xray came okay. After trial and error another doctor decided to have blood tests again and I was diagnosed with vitamin D and b12 deficiency. Meanwhile I developed some symptoms like fatigue and anxiety and after the steriods tablets I had constant mucus in my throat every morning and sometimes cough also. My vitamin D level 13 nmol my b12 was 189 pmol homocysteine was 22umol calcium was 2.43 mmol Doctor then prescribed me 4000iu (colecalciferol d3) and 4mg ( cyanocobalamin b12 ) daily. Initially I felt a little better for 1 week but then started feeling extremely bad, lack of energy, stress, strange feeling in head etc. after about 4 weeks the doctor did blood test again and now my level were vitamin D level 46 nmol b12 was 1475 pmol homocysteine was 12umol calcium was 2.67mmol I got a bit worried about calcium levels and stopped the supplements since then I have so many symptoms Lack of energy, Heart palpitations, anxiety fatigue sleep disturbance stange feeling under the feet Muscle weekness Mild joint pains. general feeeling of being unwell panic attacks --------------------------------- I dont know why it gets a little better later in the evening or sometimes after I take a meal but its worst when I get up in the morning, like there is no energy in the body and I keep myself in bed for almost 10-11 hours.... My doctor has no clue of my situation they put everything on anxiety and prescribed oxascand 5mg anti stress medicine which I took for 2 days and felt even worse, I also tried melatonin 3mg for sleep but it didnt work either. I was all healthy and enjoying my life now in a matter of couple of months I feel so weak, no energy and depressed. I feel the doctors played with my health and left me in a bad position that its getting harder for me to recover and get back to normal life. Is there any kind soul or doctor here who can guide me and take me out of this situation, I will really be very grateful as doctors here are of no help either.