Body aches swollen gums headache

Im a computer science student, third year. I maintained a gpa of 3.3 the previous semesters. This semester i had the hardest course so far. I got D in my final exam. In my uni, there is an option to enhance ur grade by taking a second final for the course So that’s what i was planning to do. The D grade lowered my gpa to 3.0 and i wasnt going to settle for that. Plus, i really loved the material, so studying it again was a pleasure. I studied for 6 days straight. For minimum 14 hours each day. Some days i would study for 16. I got way better and managed to solve way more complex problems than before. I haven’t ever studied this intense in my whole entire life. I can’t describe the amount of back pain and zombie eyes i got. Yet , the second final hurt me more than my toxic ex lol. I might also be getting a D again. Which fucking hurts. I cried a lot today. As a third year student I don’t really cry over exams. But this one fucking hurt. What the hell should have i done more? I’m so fucking mad at how my whole body is aching out of lack of rest and sleep, and yet i did not get what i want. Nor what i really deserved. This course is so important for the field i wanna work in. And a high grade would have really increased my chances of finding a job. And oh god im in desperate need for a job rn. Im aware that it’s such a hard course, and most of the students agreed that this final was unbelievable. But still.. im literally crying right now cuz my body is in great pain. My back is killing me. I know that it’s common to happen sometimes and it’s not necessarily my fault (goddamn that exam was written by an alien), and it’s not the first time that this happens to me or any other student, but IT SUCKS. Just needed to let that out.

I (F28) had a food allergic reaction today . My whole body was covered in hives and I promptly went to the doctors because I have insurance + I can. I remembered when I was about 10 years old . I got bitten by a spider and swollen up 2x my original size and my parents didn’t notice . That’s what I tell myself , because why didn’t they take me to the doctors if they had ? My dad owned a restaurant and I remember that all the customers were looking at me . I was so embarrassed that I kept my head down because I know they were “judging” me for being deformed bc of the allergic reaction. They were legitimately concerned about me, and brought it up to my parents . After 3 days of customers concerns , they finally took me to the Doctors, but the swelling had gone down. I couldn’t help but think that I could’ve died of my face could’ve been disfigured from that incident. My mom would hate me more bc I’m the ugly one but she will be happy to cash out my life insurance. They set me up for failure constantly and blame me .

21m had vats pleurodesis 2 weeks ago I was prescribed a painkiller that contains codeine (Paracetamol 500 Mg + Codeine 8 Mg + Caffeine 30) I’ve never used it before but two days ago I took 2 tablets. And today when I woke up I had a mosquito like bites on my both rt and left thighs then eventually it spread to most of my body especially areas near joints. My hands are swollen I can barely bend my fingers. My knees are swollen I can’t walk without feeling the pressure and the pain. It’s not that itchy it’s swollen and hot and painful when applying pressure. I thought it was just a mosquito that got stuck with me and bed and was biting me every where until my eyes got a little bit swollen then I realized it’s an allergic reaction. I was recovering from my surgery home and didn’t go anywhere or ate something new that I don’t usually eat, the only thing new that I consumed was codeine and it was only 16mg. Is this enough to cause an allergic reaction? When does the symptoms go away because I have a final exams next week.

I love living. I love my friends. I love spending time with them. I love music. I love so many things in this world. I love little things. I love how the rain feels against my skin. I love dressing up pretty. I love how clouds look in the sky no matter the weather. I love feeling the dirt against my bare feet. I love dancing. I love watching movies. I love the way colors look. I love seeing animals in trees. I love the songs birds sing in the morning.
But I still want to kill myself. There's pain in everything I do. My body aches and my mind is in turmoil. I have so much anxiety I can't get out of bed some days. I'm afraid of being. I can't stand being alone, and I can't stand being with anyone. There's no hate in my heart for anyone but myself. I hate the way I am. But I can't stop. I'm a leech upon my family. My friends have to go out of their way to make me comfortable, and its never enough. I'm always in pain. I have a sadness deep within me that I can never escape. I don't think I will ever be okay. I just want out. And I don't want to hurt my friends like that. But it's too much. It hurts to live. I shouldn't be. I dont want to be. I just want to be free.

So this April 29th (21 days ago), I have been scratched by a stray cat. Since it was a stray cat, there was no way of knowing or observing if it had died from rabies; has rabies or whatsoever. I am 14, who lives in the PH wherein rabies is still relevant.
It scratched me on my ankle, though the scratch was not that deep—it still left my skin barrier broken. Freaked out, I told my mother about it who brushed it off. Now, I still have anxiety about this. I don’t know what to do, I wanted to get the vaccine but my mother refused to and is currently struggling financially so I don’t even want to bother asking her again.
Oh and also, after the scratch, I think a day or two later, I felt intense headache and not fever but I felt chilly. You know like when you’re about to get a fever, pero my grandma immediately gave me some medicine and it went away.
Now as days passed, I feel my head aching still from time to time; and when it ache, it hurts so bad and I’m so scared. What do I do?
And even if I managed to get the vaccine—is it too late?

My 6 year old Porkie (yorkie-pomeranian) woke me up last Saturday by suddenly reverse sneezing. I helped her through it & it was gone within 30 seconds. Immediately after, she ran around as if she was being chased & threw up clear stomach acid about 5 times back-to-back. Of course I panicked & called the local emergency vet & explained everything that happened. They had me thoroughly check her gums, heart rate, mucus membranes, & her stomach to make sure it wasn’t hard. Everything was okay except for her breathing, she was at 36bpm (normal is between 20-30). Her stomach also seemed a bit hard but not too bad & she was drinking more water than usual. They told me it wasn’t an emergency & to keep a close eye on her until her vet opened up on Monday. She did not throw up at all anymore but she was short of breath for the remainder of that Saturday. Every time she tried barking, she would cough as if she had fully ran out of breath. She also had a bit of trouble laying on her stomach & seemed extremely uncomfortable. I was worried needless to say.
On Sunday, she pooped normal & decided to eat it. I was extremely confused because she had never done that before. She just seemed so hungry all of sudden.
I monitored her closely until Monday & took her to her vet first thing in the morning. They checked her complete blood panel, her pancreas, her poop, her urine…. & everything came back normal. I spent the last of my grocery money for this vet visit might I add ($500) for them to tell me nothing is wrong with her as per all the tests ran. They DID mention however that her pee was a little dark which indicates possible dehydration. Again, this confused me considering she’s been drinking more water than usual. It’s also worth mentioning that they thought she could have possibly ate something she shouldn’t have eaten & her body rejected the toxins naturally. I think if that were the case, SOMETHING would have appeared on at least one of the tests, right???
Anyway, it’s been a whole week & she is STILL drinking more than usual & also peeing a lot more frequently from all the water she’s consuming. I also want to note that her appetite has been very normal as well as her poop. No diarrhea, fever, or decreased appetite of any kind.
Has anyone else’s fur baby experienced this??? Is it normal? I’m concerned that something was possibly overlooked but I no longer have extra money to get a second opinion from another vet.
Is it possible dehydration like the vet said? I thought maybe Cushing’s or Diabetes but neither her blood or urine showed anything abnormal.
Besides the above mentioned symptoms, there is nothing else wrong with her, & now it’s only the water drinking/excessive hunger that’s worrying me. Please HELP!

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Mike marveled at the beauty of the inner city. He was familiar with Kael architecture and had even seen some up close at the university, but it was far grander here than on Earth, and it was far grander in person than in the videos and pictures he'd seen. The buildings were a hybrid of Gothic and expressionist architecture built with classical aesthetics.
Mosaics, statues, and murals were everywhere, but despite the grand buildings and beautiful decorations, Mike couldn’t keep his eyes off the ground. Even the streets are beautiful.
The ground he and Dreki walked was like a freshly cooled lava flow paved by slates of colored glass that softly glowed in the dimming light of the evening sun.
As they walked, Mike was woken from his trance by the scent of meat cooking.
Dreki smiled and said, “Smells good. You hungry?”
Mike nodded.
Dreki grinned and led Mike around the corner to a food cart. Mike salivated as the flames licked and sputtered at fat dripping from hunks of what looked like octopus turning on spits. The aroma of meat and spices was intoxicating. Dreki ordered them octopus skewers. As he handed Mike his skewer, Dreki said, “You’re never going to be able to eat earth octopus again.”
Mike chuckled. “I’ve never had it in the first place; I grew up in the mountains thousands of miles from the ocean.”
Dreki looked incredulous. “Did you not have rivers?”
Mike shrugged his shoulders, “Not with octopi.”
Dreki raised his free hand in exasperation. “Whatever. Either way, you’ll be disappointed by the rubbery trash humans call an octopus after eating this.”
Mike took a bite of the meat and groaned in pleasure. It tasted like a beefier version of bacon. Mike wolfed down his skewer in the blink of an eye and exclaimed, “That was fucking good!”
Dreki gave him a “Mhhhmh” with his still mouth full.
Dreki finished his food and led Mike off the main road onto a footpath flanked by wispy trees with dark blue leaves.
Eventually, the pair entered the back garden of a building that looked like a melted cathedral. Dreki led him through an open gate into a well-lit waiting room and held out his arm. “Hand me your bag; I’ll take it to your room. I’ll come get you after.”
Mike slipped his bag from his shoulders and handed it to Dreki. As the herculean Kael was leaving, he turned and said, “Try not to scream when they brand you; it’s an ill omen.”
Mike drummed his fingers on the armrests of the chair in the sea foam green waiting room, which was decorated with pictures of duels and exotic plants in white and blue ceramic pots. He was pretty sure that more than one of the photographs was of Dreki’s father.
Mike was anxious. Getting branded would suck, and getting an AR implant would involve someone sticking a drill through his skull. And without his gargantuan minder, Mike felt almost naked. He knew that he would probably be fine, but this was the home of the enemy. Without any weapons, he stood little chance against any Kael worth their salt in a fight.
Mike chided himself for the thought. Why does everything have to revolve around violence? Is there no world where you can just get along with them?
Mike frowned. No. I hate them. Despite his barely contained rage, Mike felt nauseous as blood-soaked memories bombarded his mind.
He doubted that he could kill again, even if it meant dying.
Dreki’s not so bad; maybe out here, more of them are like him than Ocidea.
Mike’s melancholy was interrupted when the tall door at the far end of the room opened. A short, for a Kaelman, nurse wearing pea green scrubs walked out, locked eyes with him, and shouted, “Mike Anderson!”
Mike followed the short Kael nurse into a cream-colored operating room. In the center an instrument table hovered next to an operating table. Besides the operating table stood a middle-aged Kael with tusks intricately inlaid with silver in triangular patterns. His white lab coat had Chief Surgeon Athocill emblazoned over the right breast pocket.
The Chief Surgeon stared off into space, engrossed in AR. The nurse who brought him in pointed to the operating table. Mike sat down.
A slender Kaelwoman in scrubs and a lab coat identifying her as the assistant surgeon walked in and started arranging the tools.
She glanced at Mike and said, “Take off your shirt.”
Mike pulled the black T-shirt he was wearing over his head and set it on the table next to him.
Without looking away from his work, the Chief Surgeon tossed Mike a leather strap and said, “Brand him.”
The short nurse pulled a heat stamp from its case and rolled the numbers to their correct positions. Mike put the leather strap in his mouth and grabbed onto the table.
Dreki’s warning rang through his head*.*
The Nurse carefully placed the print plate just below Mike’s collarbone and pushed it down. The heat stamp's coils flashed white. Mike bit down on the leather strap as hard as he could, and his knuckles popped as he gripped the edges of the operating table as hard as he could. Tendrils of smoke billowed off Mike’s chest as his flesh was seared, and the acrid smell of burnt hair and torched flesh wafted through the room.
Mike stifled a groan as the nurse peeled the superheated steel off his chest. The Nurse set the smoking stamp back in its case to cool and picked up a small jar of viscous blue fluid and a brush. The nurse opened the jar, dipped the brush in the blue goop, and painted it over Mike’s still-smoking burn. Mike jolted at the freezing touch of the brush. His ribs and abdomen rose and fell rapidly as he took short, shallow breaths as the freezing cold shocked his nervous system.
The nurse put the brush away and closed the jar. “Done”
Mike let the leather strap drop from his mouth and put on a straight face as he externally disguised the pain. Showing weakness was not an option, even if every fiber of his being commanded him to scream.
The assistant took hold of Mike’s arm and spoke. “Make a fist and squeeze.”
Mike did as she asked. It was a good distraction from the pain. His knuckles turned white, and the veins in his forearm bulged after a few seconds of pressure.
“You’ll feel a tiny pinch.”
The assistant jabbed the needle into the crook of his arm.
Mike’s head immediately felt heavy, and his whole body tingled. He tried to stay upright, to no avail. His vision grayed out as his head plopped onto the table with a thud.
The surgeon looked to his assistant and asked, “Is he out?”
“Yes.” She answered.
“Let us begin.”
The assistant used a small metal tool to pull Mike's right eyelid open. The chief surgeon plunged a gold needle into the depths of Mike’s right eye.
The surgeon carefully pulled the needle from the human’s eye and set the syringe back down on the floating instrument table.
“Targeting chip in place. Next stage.”
The nurse began rummaging around a drawer in the back of the room, and the chief surgeon plucked a gleaming silver drill from the instrument table.
The drill in the surgeon's hand whirred as he plunged it into Mike’s skull. After just a few seconds, the drill bored through Mike's skull. The surgeon pulled the drill out of the human's head and angled the bit down into a small metal dish that was in the extended arms of the assistant. The chief surgeon hit a button on the drill with his thumb.
A bloody, dime-sized piece of Mike’s skull dropped to the bottom of the metal dish with a clang.
He set the drill back down on the instrument table and held out his hand. “Drone.”
The nurse put an insect-like metal contraption that resembled a whip scorpion in the surgeon’s hand. The chief surgeon's eyes glazed as he entered his AR and took control of the drone. It popped out of his hand and burrowed itself into the hole in Mike's skull.
Inside his AR, he brought the drone to the occipital lobe of Mike’s brain.
“Deploying lattice.”
The arachnid-like drone injected small metal spikes with spools of minuscule wire attached—anchor points—into Mike’s brain. After just a minute's work, the surgeon had crafted a web of wires across Mike's brain. He brought the drone back to the center of Mike’s brain and planted one final anchor spike. A reel inside one of the claw-like appendages at the front of the drone spun, cinching the lattice of wires down to the last anchor point. The surgeon brought the drone around again, ensuring that the web of copper was completely taught against the human’s brain. He brought the drone back out and smiled ever so slightly as the blood and cerebrospinal fluid-soaked drone hopped back into his gloved hand.
Chief Surgeon Athocill smiled and jovially said, “Patch him up.” He was pleased with his performance today. This was the first human to get an advanced AR package, and the procedure went flawlessly. The assistant grabbed a quarter-sized piece of flesh-colored putty and carefully placed the small piece of skull onto it. She placed the putty over the hole in Mike’s head, and it took to life, bonding the fragment of bone back into place and sealing the surface wound.
The surgeon removed his gloves and began typing on a holoprojection. “All systems are operational. I’m linking him to the military network now.”
The assistant pulled the instrument table to her side and plucked a syringe filled with neon green fluid. She said, “I’m waking him up now,” as she plunged the needle into Mike’s arm.
Mike’s eyes flew open, and he grit his teeth against the pain. Tears seeped from his stinging and blood-filling right eye. Every heartbeat brought a jolt of crippling pain to his head. And worst of all was the searing pain from the brand on his chest and the aching cold that barely disguised it. Mike sat up with a grunt. Pain shot through his chest when he brought his hand to his head and felt the hardened disc of putty on his temple.
The surgeon addressed Mike with a soothing tone. “On the count of three, I’m going to activate your AR. It will feel like your head is on fire for a few seconds, but it will only last a few seconds. One… Two… Three!”
Mike nearly collapsed with the pain, but he managed to limit his response to a grunt. Light flashed before his eyes, and Kaelic text appeared in the center of his vision. The doctor asked, “What do you see.”
Mike answered, “AR active. And below that, it says setup wizard.” Despite his best efforts, pain was evident in his voice.
“Ok, Mike, I want you to think, ‘open setup wizard.’”
Mike blinked a few times. “Nothing happened.”
The surgeon said, “Think it in Kaelic.”
Mike’s brow furrowed in concentration. He was fluent in Kaelic, but not to the point where he could think in the language at will.
“Ok, I got it. It says setting menu at the top, and there are a ton of things here. Do you want me to read them off?”
“No. Can you scroll down?”
“Yes.”
“Good. You should be able to get the hang of this pretty quickly; it's very intuitive. You’ll see that there are a few HUD profiles that you can pick from. I’d recommend you start from profile two and then customize it as you see fit.”
Mike nodded as he selected profile two.
“OK, now think clear.”
Mike did as the surgeon asked. His vision was now cleared.
The surgeon smiled. “Feel free to fiddle with the settings, just think clear if it gets cluttered, and reset if you make a dog’s breakfast of it. You’ll have a headache for the next few days, and you may start having more vivid dreams, but other than that, you’ll barely notice the change. Just take it easy for the next few days, and don’t itch at your brand or your eye.”

so 2 days ago, I had a migraine like i’ve never ever had before. I got them a couple years ago before I went gluten free for celiacs + I had a brain tumor I didn’t know about(cushings disease). I didn’t really think much of them though at the time, after a couple hours of a bad headache on one side and light sensitivity it was over. but this time was extremely different and I ended up in the er because it just freaked me out. the last week and a half i’ve had both pms + starting my period, and 5 straight days of rain that caused my fibro to flare up. i’ve also just been dizzy(normal w fibro) but I thought it could’ve been my edibles. so I tried to take a t break to see if it would help any. I also have orthostatic hypotension but i’ve had that looonnggg before anything else. I take an about 3mg edible with about 15mg cbd for sleep and chronic pain every night or else I will be up all night. I do get tension headaches when i’ve been under a lot of stress + weather changes.
but then the following evening I was walking around a store when I got the sudden urge to throw up, I get nauseous but rarely like that. I was like dry sweating and my head started hurting. something felt very off from my normal issues and I tried to rush home. about 4 minutes away from my apartment my eyes started rolling into my head, luckily I got home safely. but within about 20 minutes of being home after a small dinner(I thought it was just low blood sugar or something) my eyes just kept rolling into my head, my leg started twitching a bit, and it just was painful so I laid down. the eye thing kept happening and I kept getting flashing lights everywhere(which I get those every once I in whike accompanied by a slight headache and dizziness). then my left arm kept almost convulsing(?) and my hand kept going into a claw postion. I kept getting tingling and numbness mainly on my left side as well. I had a couple momenrs with my right shoulder too. all while this was going on it felt like I took a backseat in my own body like I wasn’t in control. my headache was mainly above my eyes and in the center of my forehead. it eventually swept itself to my left side of my head entirely and that definitely felt like a migraine. visual aura kept going on. eyes kept moving back and forth but I couldn’t open my left. I kept trying to call for my roommate but but I couldn’t speak. it was terrifying. the headache continued for a couple more hours.
the next day around the same time, the twitching started again with a little bit of the eye issues and extreme nausea. this time my left side just felt weaker but I could still walk and use my arms. the flashing lights came again so I ubered to the er. aboutwo hours into my visit I got the migraine mock tail with benadryl zofran and thorazine. it felt like the headache kept wanting to happen until I got those. it helped with everything about 20 minutes after I took the meds. so I got discharged with a referral to a neuro about 40 minutes after that. today, i’ve just felt weak in the arms and tired, but I did start my edibles again last night and haven’t had any symptoms except my usual neck pain (I sleep weird and i’m an artist), temple headache, and very little appetite.
I guess my question is could this have been thc withdrawal? could it have been masking the migraines? or just stress, period stuff, and weather changes? i’ve been having weird symptoms the last couple of months with more visual disturbances accompanied by episodes that just made me feel like I was going to drop on the floor, confusion, tingling on the back of my limbs, and fatigue. those days i’d rush home from school and immediately fall asleep for hours without eating dinner. neurological issues do also run in the family(migraines and my mom has fnd)
i’m sorry for the long post, i’m just concerned, confused, and exhausted. i’m not looking for a ton of medical advice as I am seeing a neurologist soon, just kinda looking for support and if there’s anything I can do in the meantime.

Y'all. I feel so swollen and terrible. I have a telehealth appointment tomorrow. There's Prednisone at the pharmacy and I'm entirely too heavy and exhausted to go get it. My body feels like it's 300 lbs and my neck feels like it's 3 times the size. This started about 3 weeks ago with a rash all over my hands.
Calling my mom when I drag myself out of the shower (yes I'm writing this from my shower 🫠😵) and asking her to come over and help myle with my son in the morning.
Any advice is so appreciated

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Fu Kong pulled a large kettle from her sleeve and began to throw in some aromatic herbs before she continued. “We'll need to do much before we can build your foundation. From there, you'll need to quickly advance through the first few stages, if you hope to withstand just the pressure of their presence.”
“What do you mean?” He finished washing himself and wrapped some of the loose spurs around his body. “How could I hope to stand against that divine power, especially when those who are thousands of times stronger than me didn't fare any better?”
Her laugh filled the cave. It wasn’t exaggerated. Just. Present.
“Define power?” She chuckled while hiding a toothy smile behind her sleeve. “Sweet child, they are like mere insects to me. Although I could handle them after learning where they crawled off to, I will not.”
Fu Kong finished off the last of her cup and set it down, with it a weight settled on the cave and her tone became much more serious.
“It's true that they disrespected me by acting freely within my territory, but this is not my justice to seek. Your village wasn’t even something in their sights. Those… children fought without concern for their surroundings, and you suffered because of it.” Her glare bore through him to emphasize her words. “I will teach you to reach a truly divine power so that you may bring them to justice with your own hands.”
A lump formed in Mareus’ throat. What was she talking about? Justice? How can somebody like him, someone so ordinary who can't even cultivate, be expected to take on not one but two god-like beings that can reshape the landscape as an afterthought?
The sudden shift in the conversation, left him thinking for a moment. On one hand, it was like she was spouting out dreams. On the other, it felt like she was offering the chance of several lifetimes. Either way, something felt off. Like she was raising a tool for matters that she couldn't get her hands dirty with.
Mareus didn't know anything about the customs of the outside world. He only knew about the stories that his elders would pass down of heroes from far away lands. Normally wouldn't a benefactor offer you the chance to right a wrong and gain some compensation from the offending party? This was more like she wanted him to completely destroy them and take everything that they have. At least, she made it seem that way.
Regardless of what he thought. If she was telling truth, this was the only chance he had at justice for his people. If she really could provide him the power, then he could always figure out what that justice looked like later on.
Steeling his nerves, Mareus stared into her eyes, heat rising up from his stomach. “What do I have to do?”
A brief flash of emotion akin to excitement flashed across her face for a brief moment before she said something inaudible to herself and turned back to him.
“First, you'll eat.” Fu Kong commanded.
She handed him a small bowl of a pale brown mush. It didn't have any sort of strong scent, but he could feel comfortable heat through the wooden dish. The bowl was exactly the same as every other meal she had brought him, but never touched. Only this time, the meal didn’t bring out a ravenous hunger from him.
Mareus took an experimental sip. He felt its warmth go down his throat and settled in his stomach, it radiated out and left a long overdue sensation of fullness. The food was just as bland as he was expecting.
It was so good.
He was about to dig his fingers into the mush and devour it right there when she knocked his bony knuckles with a spoon.
“Eat slowly, you haven’t eaten anything for two weeks.”
Mareus conceded that she was right. He once saw a villager, who was lost in the forest for a week without food, desperately stuff themself. If he did the same. His stomach wouldn’t have been able to handle the shock, and most likely would have made him sicker in the end.
“It’s a special congee I’ve prepared. The first few bowls I brought were normal, but as time went on I was forced to take special precautions into account.” She took a seat next to the desk and patted his stool.
Mareus briefly acknowledged the new chair and took his seat. It felt like his body was recovering with every bite. Each spoonful healing his aching heart rather than the bruises on his body. He suspected that was what the special bandages were for.
“Thank you for the food… Madam.” He quickly added. “I haven’t had anything this delicious in years.”
“You don’t need to flatter me, it’s just warm rice and simple herbs in water. It was the same as if I was preparing tea.”
Fu Kong placed her elbow on the desk and watched him eat. She didn’t seem like she was in a hurry for him to finish. So he took his time to blow on the spoon and savor the taste with every bite.
She broke the silence, “You don’t need to call me madam. I’m not from an influential family or something similar. Although,” Her eyes wandered to the ceiling. “I suppose there have been a few legends and cults created based on some of the things I did when I was younger.”
Mareus choked on his food. “I’m sorry if I’ve offended you.”
Her eyes returned to him. Those black eyes, drawing him in like they were beckoning him somewhere comfortable and quiet, somewhere final.
“You didn’t offend me. Maybe if the importance of ‘the proper way of things’ was taught to me before I stepped into the world. But once I did I ended up finding it bothersome. It interests me, how mortals limit themselves in their interactions and put on performances to cater favor with one another. How, regardless of power or position, they’re constantly jockeying amongst themselves for the smallest gains.”
Her gaze drifted to the opposite end of the cave and instead of stopping at the stone wall, it felt like she saw to the end of Idao. Possibly even further if Mareus believed all of the stories about immortals. He wanted to know what the world looked like through her eyes. If he would be able to see that world.
She continued as if her attention never left him. “You have my permission to call me whatever you’d like.”
He thought for a moment before asking, “You’re going to teach me how to get justice for my home?”
She nodded.
“And you’re my savior.”
“You could say that.”
Placing his bowl down, Mareus resisted against his bandages and gave the best martial salute he could. “May I call you ‘Mistress’ then?”
Although it could still only be called a half smile, this was the biggest smile she had openly shown him so far.
“I suppose that will be the most accurate for our coming relationship. You’ll need to finish your food though before it gets cold.”
Mareus was in the middle of scraping the bottom of the bowl for the last of the congee. He glanced at the empty bowl and then to her and back at his bowl again. But, when he looked at her again a pot the size of his head was sitting on the desk.
Fu Kong removed the lid to reveal the steaming porridge filled to the brim.
“Take your time, it’ll stay warm as long as it’s in this pot and we won’t be moving on until you’ve finished every last bite.”
He felt like she was getting back at him for all of the food he wasted over the last two weeks.
Over in the next few days, he assumed. Mareus’ life was a constant cycle of sleeping and eating. He would finish off a bowl and take a nap and when he woke up, he would do it all over again. More than a few times, he suspected her of refilling the plot since it looked big enough for a handful of meals at most.
Maybe it was because he had finally talked to the stranger or maybe she had done something to the pile furs he slept on. But he couldn't remember the last time he felt so rested. Now that his injuries were recovering, the bandages felt like they were getting looser and he could move around more freely.
Even when he washed himself, they didn't secrete any more of that foul black sludge.
It was about his twentieth meal when he was finally getting sick of the congee. Bathing in the victory, Mareus rubbed his distended stomach after finishing off the pot. Even though he felt full, possibly even over full, he didn’t feel the same way he did when he would normally over eat. Instead, he felt healthier and more full of energy than he remembered ever feeling.
What kinds of herbs did she use?

I’m 3 weeks PP and my supply has dropped greatly I’m still pumping 3-5 times a day but am producing 2-3 ounces less on both sides. I had a crazy over supply in the start (pumping 6 ounces on both sides) which I know is not needed and not common. My concern is everytime I pump now it hurts and is uncomfortable during and after pumping. While I’m pumping it feels like it is sucking a vein out of my body. (I don’t know how else to describe the pain) I have tried lowering the suction and it does absolutely nothing. After pumping my boobs ache and are so sore. What can I do to change this?

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“I hate it.”
Mareus slapped his mouth and bit down on his lips in a futile attempt to capture his half-asleep words. His body tensed while listening for any signs of the stranger, bracing himself for some monster of a person to come rushing from the dark to finish him off.
Though, it didn’t matter in the end if they were paying attention to him or not. They clearly already knew where he was and, for some reason, chose to leave him alone after pulling him from the rubble and treating his injuries.
He clutched at his stomach, his hunger pangs goading him to push aside the anxiety and crawl his way towards the bowl still waiting patiently for him. There were no signs of it being changed or infested by any of the creatures hiding away, in fact, a gentle warmth still radiated from it. A pleasant aroma floated through the still air as if it had a will of its own, enticing him like some carnivorous flower lying in wait.
Mareus ignored his pain and fatigue as he absentmindedly made his way closer to the beckoning meal. What was he so worried about? If the stranger hadn’t done anything yet, then they probably weren’t going to from the start. It wasn’t like he was in any state to resist them anyway.
That’s right. He justified. It’s just sitting there, waiting for me.
The bowl was only a breath away now. Mareus stretched against his bandages enough for the wrappings around his fingers to brush the rim before the markings let out a faint light and constricted his body. He was almost there and wouldn’t give up, one more time he resisted their binding and was able to hook his finger on the inside of the rim.
Putting all the strength he had into the one finger he fought against the rough, uneven ground to reel in his catch. A faint glow lit up the black stone and his heart stopped before his restraints forced his arm back. Spilling his only food in a mocking halo as the bowl rolled on its side.
That was it, his only food mixed in with the wet dirt of the cave floor. He almost dove at it before realizing the intense hunger and drive he had was now fading away. His hunger was still there to some degree, but now it was more like an emptiness scratching at the back of his stomach. The overwhelming desire to eat was almost entirely gone.
A faint breeze brought his attention back to the bowl and he watched as markings like the ones on his bandages let out one last dim breath of light. When they went dark his hunger returned to the back of his mind.
After crawling back into his hole, the cave was filled with the sounds of hundreds of insects rushing over and feasting on the spilled meal. The echoes of chitin tapping on stone and trudging through the mush assaulting his ears. Covering his ears only replaced their frenzy with the sound of his blood flowing through his ears.
Mareus alternated between listening to the rhythmic thumps lulling him to sleep and the chittering that convinced him, more than once, that the insects had crawled in his ears. The minutes drawing into hours, maybe even days, as reason began slipping away.
A gentle clack of wood being placed on stone silenced the world.
He carefully rolled over and saw another bowl, the insects were gone, the mess was cleaned. It was like everything that happened was a dream, only this time he didn’t have this unnatural drive compelling him to reach the bowl.
Whatever the markings were meant to do, this one didn’t seem to have them. He watched as the cave life made their way back to his food. They didn’t attack it right away this time, instead they circled their prey waiting for the right time. Mareus closed his eyes and focused on listening for their movements when he heard a damp thud that must have been one of them falling in the food.
That sound must have been the signal the rest were waiting for because they converged on the meal and devoured with a gluttony he didn’t know they were capable of. Despite the gut churning sounds, he focused on every bit as he counted his heart beat.
Two thousand four hundred and twenty…seven.
The cave had finally settled down again as the insects returned to their hiding places. Mareus kept counting though, he had to stay focused so he could figure out how to tell when the stranger was coming. He had no idea how often they came by but he needed to learn anything he could if he wanted to make it back home.
Twenty-eight thousand seven hundred and ninety-five.
Muffled steps approached the bowl and wordlessly replaced it with another, the gentle clank dancing around the cave walls. Words wanted to leave his mouth, to ask the stranger questions, to make demands. But, what would he say, what could he say?
Mareus’ chest tightened as he tried to find the words, his mind struggling with the growing distraction of the empty feeling in his stomach. They were gone as silently as they arrived.
He started counting again. Using the hunger pangs to fight his body’s cries for sleep he waited out another four or five changes of the bowl. He couldn’t remember exactly anymore as his guard lightened and the exhaustion wrapped around him like a warm blanket. Against his best effort sleep finally took him.
The elders were watching over the younger generations going about their routines. The whole village was in the middle of doing their morning exercises with the sunrise, the bigger clans and families had their yards filled with people flowing from stance to stance, while the smaller families gathered in front of the Elder’s Hall or practiced in their gardens.
Before he knew it, Mareus was running errands and was racing pass villagers tending to fields of medicinal herbs and vegetables while guards kept their eyes on the edge of the forest for any signs of wild beasts.
Then one day a doctor from some big sect visited them and told him that he had the cure to his diverted meridians. The village elders held a big celebration in front of their hall and they had a special ceremony where Granny Hua accepted him as a disciple. When he looked out to the crowd, the sun shone on hundreds of smiling faces.
Tears ran down his face as he smiled and waved at everyone. The salty taste made the world shimmer like a painting being washed away.
Please don’t go. He thought.
The infection of reality found its way into his heart and the dream continued to shimmer before warping and twisting the scene from before.
Mountains of rubble replaced the beautiful homes that stood for generations. One after another the people fell while letting out muted screams. Smoke began to fill the air like some ghostly fog and ash painted the now faceless bodies strewn everywhere. Bodiless cries fought with one another to be helped.
Mareus fell to his knees at the center of the destruction while pleading. “Please, don’t do this. Don’t take them from me again.”
The one eyed man towered over him, tall enough for his hair to brush the clouds. The evil in his clenched grin poured out like a thick miasma that choked him as he watched Sister Mai rushing over.
He tried to scream at her to stay away but his voice was now completely cut off. Mareus now stood over himself watching the helpless child he truly was, he followed his own pleading gaze and turned to watch a young woman he recognized but couldn’t place at the moment.
She picked up a piece of a wooden beam and charged at him, her tears turning to blood as she let out a voiceless scream.
Mareus quickly searched the sky for his enemy, Where are they? Why is it so quiet?
When he looked back down his arm was through the back of the woman and he finally recognized the angry face staring daggers at him as the light left her eyes.
He watched as the giant man turned back to him and let Mai’s lifeless body fall to the ground. The crimson drenching the monster’s hand leaking and painting his own with the blood of the woman he called his big sister.
The one eyed man shot into the air and the force of the impact shook him awake.
It was easier to fight his exhaustion this time as he waited for the stranger to replace the bowl. When they replaced it this time, they lingered as if they wanted to say something. This time the anger and pain he felt didn’t let him hesitate.
“Wh-“ His dry unused voice turned into a breath. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Why…”
The effort of forcing that whisper was already difficult, he wanted to say so much more. He couldn’t tell if they were still waiting in the dark, or if they were even willing to listen. His voice was clawing to get out, he was tired of waiting.
His skin buzzed as he waited and moistened his throat. The question was out there now, at least the most important part. ‘Why?’ There was so much more racing through his mind that he could add while the presence remained silent.
Why me? What made you save me? Why didn’t you leave me with them? Why do I have to be alone?
An unseen pressure grew in the dark as his question went unanswered. It was like the chill he would get coming back late at night and he felt like something was watching him from the forest, waiting to pounce. It kept growing sharper until a sudden cool warmth touched the nape of his neck and gingerly ran down the length of his back.
A cold, yet familiar feeling voice finally broke the silence. “It would be a waste. Letting such a potential vanish from this world.”
The stranger brushed the matted hair from his neck. Their simple and straightforward gesture giving off the feeling of a beast playing with its catch knowing it could kill it at anytime.
“I feel for your loss, truly. My heart aches for the ill fate that placed those ‘experts’ in your home. I couldn’t allow your path to end because of a game between mere children.” Their voice danced between compassionate and venomous.
The gentle pressure of them rubbing his back relaxed him and Mareus became even more aware of how tired and sore his body was. Although, as they continued it felt like everything faded away. Not so much as if he was being relieved of everything, it was more like everything was being taken away and swallowed by a void that wouldn’t make him take it back.
Mareus sat up slowly and with a hoarse voice he asked. “What makes me so special?” He inhaled, “Why didn’t you stop them?!” His scream tore into his lungs and filled his throat with the taste of iron.
Water filled his eyes as he faced the disembodied presence.
The stranger gently embraced him, their cool robes enveloping him. “Poor child.”
“You could have saved all of th-em.” His trembling voice couldn’t hide the pain any longer. Still, Mareus stared through blurry eyes and did his best to look them in the face.
A thin hand brushed away his tears. “My sweet boy, I’m sorry I couldn’t be there sooner. Their battle had already moved south, and what they left behind…” They trailed off.
While wrapped in their arms he listened to the grief in their voice. Unsure of what to think anymore. Why did they wait so long? Why did they leave me here in the dark? Were they hurt too? Mareus found himself wondering if he was being selfish.
“Before I could chase after them, I sensed the faint trace of your life clinging on to any shred of hope. After digging you out and applying some emergency medicine I lost track of their energies. Instead of searching for them I made the decision to at least make sure you survived.”
Mareus realized that there was something ethereal in the way they talked. Their tone wasn’t distant, but at the same time it felt like they were a world away from him. The image of a mother apologizing for something she wasn’t responsible for popped in his mind.
His body began to feel lighter than it had been since he woke up in the cave. “Thank you.” He relented.
He gingerly wiped away his tears as if testing if his body would suddenly start listening to him. When he opened them again, the dark world that surrounded him expanded and he could now see all the way to the other wall of the cave.
Am I really not in the afterlife? He thought.
The formless shadow of his savior was replaced with a celestial fairy that stepped out from one of Elder Guo’s stories and descended into this pit to comfort him. She wore a snow white hanfu with a wide sash that hugged tightly against her. The sleeves and hem were far longer than normal like if the seamstress forgot to remove the excess material.
Her otherworldly appearance stood out against the darkness with her iridescent skin illuminating the cave. Her shadow like hair, even darker than the surroundings blackness. She looked like a master craftsman had picked the most exquisite material to craft a lifelike doll that would shatter if you looked at it the wrong way. Only to the fill that doll with the essence of deepest parts of the night sky.
Mareus completely forgot his fatigue as he collapsed into a bow and laid his head to the floor. In an attempt to imitate the older members of his village when speaking to the elders, he said. “I apologize for being so disrespectful. I humbly want to thank the generous immortal for saving this life.”
His body trembled from the effort of supporting his weight, but he continued to wait as sweat formed on the back of his neck and ran down his face. Unsure of what this heaven-like being would do to him if he had disrespected her further.
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This thing appeared in my mouth today. To clarify I had a wisdom tooth extraction about a month and a half ago and been having pain in the extraction area for about a week. Now this thing appeared next to the extracted tooth. I also have swollen gums and burning pain in that area. Any help is appreciated.

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28f, smoked for 6 years, haven't smoked for 4, hypothyroid, pcos, 5'9, 175.
This area of my mouth is swollen. it looks like 2 small lumps or cysts. not painful, not on my gums or lips, it's literally in the middle crevice. Mandibular vestibule? That's the closest I can find to what it is. I can't find the name of this area nor anyone with a similar issue as me so I've come here asking for answers.
something to note, I got lip and chin filler 2 days ago and noticed this 1 day ago. unsure if it's related but the timing was weird.

Im from the philippines. 15, did not get bitten but licked around my feet by an stray dog or cat., got a weird tingling sensation on my feet last monday night. After i felt chilly but no fever. then the next i woke up the sensation is still there but no fever, when i tried drink wster my heart races and my throat gets kind of tight. I got severe headaches on the following days, feeling my head is heavy. The tingling is still there and im scared to drank water but other drinks are fine. Am i just anxious or i have the symptoms? I have no bites around my body. My body also twitches for some reason at all. I get tingling around my body i have sunce been on edge. I havent gotten any vaccination yet. Please respond quickly

Random enough- I thought of promiscuity. Whether it is a guy who is promiscuous or a girl. It's a behavioral trait that definitely shows character, what that person values and his or her underlining root cause. Probably some trauma or unabioity to find happiness in other things.
Makes me think about and question what is lust. How does one get into it. Then I think to myself and ponder that it's not so hard to do it. If I know my reasons and my reasons run deep. Deep with color. With wanting growth out of it. For me.
Anyhow, I like promiscuous behavior when it's only targeted at me by whom I have created a bond with. I love the opening so to say. To indulge in what the soul feels impure. Like calling someone a slut. Dirty talk. To spit and lick and satisfy. At the same time I love the nature of driving someone. It's like driving your finger in a translucent, pretty blue waters. Seeing what beautiful reflections it brings. The dynamic it sets in.
Perhaps it's the most sacred and beautiful dynamic for, me at least, a dynamic of driving, opening, caressing, caring, understanding(without a word being spoken), speaking with eyes and dancing with sensations. Liberating, when you set yourself ablaze, all your insecurities and fears and ego, the doubts whether you can should fall or sink or swim or spit in that purity. To find yourself seeking that purity and seeing your own all together discarding it and in that act of discarding you learn to value, to become patient, become soft, gentle, a admirer, a roar, a woman, embracing, submissive, loyal cause in that moment you are all but his and he is all but yours and that is the most beautiful sensation of knowledge.
That's dynamic. That is what I once had. That is what a home is. Knowing she is waiting for you. Among the vast pretty flowers your daisy lays in your garden sealed. Waiting for your touch, to show you life's all about love and love comes so simply, No! It pours from her heart. Here she is divine.
She is the one who has allowed me. Power. Power of speech, power of emotions. Power to paint my joy and want and desire as carnal as I can across her bare body and has soothed my aching desire for validation by her moans and by her whimpers. By her reading my deepest....soul. she has set us free. She has become a part of me.

Does anyone hate being a hypochondriac? I am in healthcare and because I have seen so much I live with PTSD when it comes to health. I lost my best friend at the age of 25 to breast cancer. She left three beautiful daughters behind since then I have never been the same. I never experience not even a little bit of pain anywhere in my body without me thinking automatically that it’s cancer. I think I’ve had all types of cancer now brain cancer , sarcoma , lymphoma , breast cancer , ovarian cancer , stomach cancer , colon cancer the list goes on . I feel like this has kept me from living my life and being happy lately. I have been experiencing some weird sensations in my stomach which honestly it’s probably nothing. It’s just my anxiety causing all these pains because this is what I keep thinking. I have to tell myself many times to not think about cancer and just live in the moment and when that moment comes god forbid then I’ll deal with it. Right now I’m trying to get a therapist because I really feel like I need help. Cancer is on the rise and any little pain in my asshole lol all of a sudden, I feel like I might have the word C problem. It’s hard work and I feel like it’s keeping me from being happy and being there for my family. All I do all day is any little symptom that I feel I Google it and of course Google says it’s cancer . If I have a headache I search , why do I have a headache lol this is just getting out of hand and control . Is anyone else in the same bus as me ? And then I get all of these work ups done, and as soon as everything comes out clear, my pain magically goes away. I start to examine my body and I start finding lumps like limpomas and stuff like that. I wish I didn’t touch my body and feel anything anymore.

I had a 5.5 year old white German Shepherd. One night I came home from work and he was not eating, the next day he still hadn’t eaten anything. Later that night his neck and face were incredibly swollen so I rushed him to the emergency vet. The vet sedated him and examined his throat and showed me that his tonsils were the size of golf balls. They also ultrasound and aspirated his swollen neck but nothing was shown. They sent me home with antibiotics and anti inflammatory saying that if it does not get better that it could be an abscess due to a foreign body such as a fox tail weed which we do have in our yard or an allergic reaction and we should plan CT/Exploratory surgery and told me it could be around 3k for those before treatment and stay. The diagnosis at the time was majority cellulitis.
During the course of his medicine he improved greatly. His facial swelling went down, he started acting normal, eating as usual, but his throat swelling was still present.
After the medicine was finished he was still good until 2 days later his eyes looked a little red. I planned on going to a standard vet that was 2 days out because he was still playing, eating, etc. The next day I came home and his eyes were half red and looked to be filled with blood. I was freaking out and noticed he was, what I thought at the time lethargic and also not eating again.
I brought him back to the emergency vet (about a week after initial visit) and as soon as I walked in they told me he was blind (bilateral hyphema) and my heart sank, I could only think if I brought him in the previous day then maybe his vision could’ve been saved as he could see 24 hours prior. Shortly after telling me that, the vet immediately told me it doesn’t look good. He had a fever of 105.9 and the swelling in his neck was firm as a rock. She first said it could very well be cancer. The inflammation was so bad it caused the bleeding in his eyes. She then told me they couldn’t do anything because they didn’t have a CT machine there but decided to x ray him anyway. Nothing showed up.
After the x ray the vet just looked at me. She told me that she read in my report that I couldn’t really afford a CT scan and the future surgery and that she could prescribe me another round of medicine to give it one last shot and to think about “quality of life” during that week. I immediately knew what that meant and I lost it. Man in his 30s crying for the first time in a while in front of all these people. She then proceeded to tell me that “It would be an alright choice to put him to sleep now.”
It was a blur, she kind of just guided me in there and it started happening, placing IV etc... Honestly I can’t even remember if I said anything or shook my head a certain way to result in this but I went along anyway thinking is was the right thing. Anyway, 30 minutes later he was peacefully, permanently, asleep in my arm. Then I just walked out with his collar that I came in with and left him. My shirt covered in his hair and slobber…
I feel an incredible amount of guilt. He was purely innocent and so happy. Playing ball with me not even 24 hours prior. It was true I didn’t have money to pays for the thousands in vet bills. I have a stay at home wife and a 1 year old and 3 year old boy and didn’t have the type of money I had prior to all of that… but the thing is I had him first and he didn’t ask for any of this. Looking back I should have sold my car and took a bus to work or something to just try the CT. I cannot believe I let him go so easily.
I don’t know why I’m posting this. I guess I think that someone should know what I’ve done.
Sorry.

TL;DR - Woke up with a cold & with sciatic neve pain that has persisted painfully for the last 3 weeks. What is the possible cause?
27F. 116lbs. Chronic Joint Pain & Swelling - gets worse when sick. Right Shoulder Injury - Winging Scapula, Bursitis & Snapping Tendons. Chronic Back Pain.
I woke up nearly 3 weeks ago with the common cold. Fever, headache, sinus pressure, fatigue, body aches & joint pain etc. I also woke up that same day with pretty bad low back pain that is traveling down my glutes, thighs, calves and feet. Both legs & front & back of entire legs & feet has been going numb. Numbness, followed by tingling, followed by the pinprick, followed by the feeling of sitting on a pile of embers. My PT says that my sciatic nerve is “irritated”.
While I have had chronic back pain for a long time - this sciatic thing is new as of the last 3 weeks. I can’t make it go away and I can’t get comfortable in any position. Even if I move around it comes back after 10 min. I am in PT and they are helping, but I am still missing a lot of work bc I can’t sit through the day. I went to see my PCP bc I couldn’t take it anymore and she didn’t seem overly concerned, so I am wondering what I should ask her to test me for.
Any suggestions?

Reserved AWD 11/23/2019
Foundation Series order submitted 3/13/2024
Delivery notification 5/09/2024
Delivery Scheduled 5/10/2024
Sharing my experience as other experiences greatly helped me out.
On the day of, delivery technician noticed multiple deep scratches on the tailgate and rescheduled me a week out. I had already done the paperwork for insurance and swapped cars, so I told them Ill take it as is and come back at a later time.
Brought my wife out as I knew from other deliveries it was good to have a second eye. We noticed additional scratches. According to the technician, more serious ones are measured by if they can feel the depth with their fingernail. There were a couple on rear fender, driver door, front lid. There were other scratches that weren’t that deep but popped in the sun.
They mentioned that like that tailgate, deeper scratches can’t be buffed out and they would need to replace the panel. Interior was dirty but I’ve seen worse. Weather mats were thrown in the bed. One thing I couldn’t get over was an employee’s bubblegum was stuck to one of the “new” mats. Bright blue, on top of black. Scratches I could get over, the gum was unprofessional in my opinion. I requested it to be replaced so they ordered new mats for me.
For the panels, I saw online from others that they might mess it up even more trying to buff it out, or one panel would look different than the rest. I didn’t want to risk it and based off past experiences, I asked for alternative compensation instead. He said it shouldn’t be a problem.
Delivery tech said he would create an expedited appt for me, assigned to a service center closer to home, to have all the issues resolved, including the tailgate. He says usually there are a couple tailgate replacements in stock and because of my late in the day delivery, they had already replaced it to another earlier delivery. Delivery tech went away and said he would be right back after putting in all the notes, never came back. We were standing around waiting for about 30 minutes until another employee said we were good to go. They were closing at this time. Weird but alright we went on our way.
I know that Tesla gives 100 miles to log anything from delivery. I expected the tech to have completed the notes. 2 days later, no notes, no appointment. So at 99 miles (50 from drive back on service center) I made an appointment with my local center, included as much as I could that I wrote down myself and told them to reference the delivery center.
Scheduled and dropped my car off to have it wrapped. The local service center gave me a call to schedule service. I asked if this was regarding delivery appt and if they had the notes. They mentioned they haven’t heard anything from the other service center and are just following up from the appt I made myself. No notes had been received on any of the other scratches, tailgate or talks of compensation. I basically told them to check in with the delivery center as they recorded everything on their tablet. For some reason, they were not able to obtain any details other than the tailgate issues marked before delivery and asked me to come in to look at everything.
Had the wrap job stopped, brought it into service center, basically did another delivery appointment note taking procedure. They wanted to try to buff every scratch (even though we agreed at delivery tailgate was to be replaced) and take who knows how long to even the surfaces and basically do ground up evaluation. I told them it has already been done and we are backtracking and reiterated my ask.
I had previous settlements from tesla before for a M3 and MY, where the car went back and forth and after half a year they ended up settling, arguably it costed them more trying to fix issues they caused. Every time the car went in, it came out worse. I told them I just want to be on my way and am fine with the current scratches. They were able to offer me service credit. Took it and went to get it wrapped. Tailgate scheduled nearly a month out because parts wouldn’t come on time, even though the other delivery center said id be prioritized. Didn’t wrap tailgate for now.
All in all, delivery experience was lacking but better than the others I’ve had. The product was better than the rest I’ve received. I honestly expected worse. I’ve had a model 3 2019 where the side mirror panel was upside down at delivery. Model Y 2022 where gaskets were coming off, trunk panel crooked (battery cooked after 500 miles. All among other things.
I would say for anyone taking delivery, issues are not notated until you see it yourself. Appointments are not made for you until you see it on the app. Triple check and confirm or you’re going to be in a world of headache. I’m experienced dealing with the centers and still went over a bump on the road. Thankfully Tesla backs their product. The managers reach out to me, employees have always been helpful (at my center). Tesla resolutions always get things done. This is one of the biggest reasons I stick with Tesla, I’ve had other dealerships and manufacturers tell me go to kick rocks.
I wanted to keep the original look of the truck and did PPF Matte. I like it as it turned it into a more titanium look compared to the original. Gloss looked a bit too shiny for me. Went with a wrap because I didn’t want to maintain it as much, fingerprints, swirl of scratches popping in the sun like other trucks. PPF has saved my other vehicles from damages across mountains in the Midwest.
Love the space and utility of the truck. Feels and handles like a Toyota Tundra. Bigger than I thought it would be. Very nimble, great with turns. Finding parking is difficult. People wave to you, kids scream. Not sure why there is so much space from the front windshield to the steering wheel but the frunk is so small. After Matte PPF, fingerprints no longer an issue. Don’t really like all the attention it gets, people looking into the truck etc. Scared someone will vandalize it. I still enjoy it though, probably will more when there’s a lot more on the road. Going to use it for business purposes across a couple states, hopefully the battery doesn’t pop like the model y.
Forgot to mention, many people were trying to get into the vehicle as I was taking pictures with the delivery tech. Even though it has a sign with my name on the front, 5 different families came by trying to go inside and they did touch up the truck.
Didn’t have a chance to take it out yet but had some backyard “offroad” shots haha.
Included are pictures of Delivery, scratches, prewrapped, and wrapped.
Big thanks to all the other owners here posting their experience. Definitely helped me make my decisions and steps along the way.
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Has anyone tried this? Not a lot of info about it, scam? Or works

I've been toying with an idea for a D&D 5e Crossover that puts a twist on the "Izuku gets a power that isn't a Quirk" concept. Effectively, the crossover idea starts like a lot of the Altpower Izuku fics, with him meeting a wandering Druid instead of All Might and becoming a Druid. He passes off his new power as a late-blooming Nature Manipulation Quirk, and at first, it holds to the Stations of the Canon until Stain.
However, a massive twist to the story is that Izuku's not the only 1-A Student who gains magic-others do too as the story progresses. And as it would be revealed, Magic can cause unusual Quirk Evolutions in Quirked magic users in-line with their chosen Class and Subclass. Tenya, who becomes an Ancients Paladin after fighting Stain and learning Izuku's secret, eventually gains arm-based magical energy shields. (Think a cross between sci-fi arm-mounted forcefields and Pike’s shield spell in Legends of Vox Machina.) Shinso, who takes up Technomancy (from the old modern Magic Unearthed Arcana) to cover his Quirk’s weakness to technology, ends up being able to not only use his Quirk through technology, but actively “Brainwash”/hack computers with his voice alone. Ojiro, who becomes a Hexblade Warlock (albeit with his "Hex" weapon being a bo staff), gets boosted agility and a passive Magical Awareness. (He's still the Normal One in terms of personality, though.)
And these added abilities aren't just extensions of their chosen classes and Subclasses-they’re full Quirk Evolutions, and affect their bodies. Tenya’s shields come from "engine" ports that come from his forearms. Shinso’s voice takes a mechanical quality and his eyes start to glow a digital green. Ojiro starts getting frequent headaches from the constant Detect Magic aura. And so on, and so on.
So in a fun twist, this ironically makes Izuku the “token normal”. Yes, he is technically a Homebrew Druid subclass (Circle of the City from Pointy Hat’s Druid video), but he can’t have a sudden Quirk Evolution or rapid power boost like the others because he doesn’t have a Quirk-and outside of multiclassing (which he’s unlikely to do), he will always be Just A Druid.
(I thought this could be a fun way for Izuku to get an alternate powerset while still being the underdog-he is magic, but so are his classmates, and him not getting AfO at any point means that he still has to work harder to keep up due to not having a Quirk that can be empowered/Awakened.)