Beds with tv built in

My boyfriend is suffering from drug withdrawals. I don’t have any friends and the only thing I want to do all of the time is hang out with him. I’m looking for a job but i’m not sure about my living situation for the long term as of right now so I don’t really have money to go out and do stuff. I have a place for right now but it’s temporary. It’s a favor from my moms boyfriends brother i’m living above his place of work in an apartment for very cheap because I recently had to move out of my dads house due to abuse. Things are going alright here and I’m fine being alone I just have social anxiety and no money like I said so I’m usually hanging out with my boyfriend or my mom. Since my boyfriend is going through withdrawals and his truck broke down i’m letting him live with me. But I feel like I am being driven out of the place that I live. He is sleeping in my bed, i’m up all night taking care of him, he’s got a bad attitude which isn’t his fault it’s the withdrawals but I feel very alone and I went for a walk today but I don’t know I came back and I feel weird talking to my boyfriend and he doesn’t want to talk to me he just wants to sleep. My apartment is very small so i’ve been staying either on my rooftop or near my stairs. When i’m alone I usually lay in bed and watch tv or something but I can’t really do that lol. Also I text my boyfriend whenever i’m not with him but i’m usually with him so not being able to talk to him is weird. Does anyone have any advice on how to get out more and be more social with no money? I live in the city so I can go out a lot but there’s really nothing to do. And i’m kinda getting sick of being driven out of my apartment. It’s like having an infestation. I love him don’t get me wrong but the attitude is crazyyyyy.

I had a sleep paralysis of the boiled on phenomenon
I watched the boiled one like 1 month ago and I’ve always been thinking abt it like it has taken over my mine when I was bored I tried not to think abt what it said in the video and every now and then I would say it bc I was bored and idk what was wrong with me. I never dreamed about it which was good. I finally stoped thinking about it but just mabye once a day I would think abt it but I calmed down and kinda forgot about it. But yesterday when I went to go to sleep I turn on my tv and fall asleep to YouTube. When I try to find videos to find it showes other recommend videos and one had the boiled ones face on it. It scared me bc it was like 12:00am but I quickly went away from it and tried not to think about it. I fell asleep and then I woke up not being able to move or talk I could just blink and there it was. The infamous PHEN-228 standing there. I couldn’t believe it. I was scared shitless and every time I blinked it came closer and moved faster. Eventually like 2 minutes later it was on my bed looking at me. I was so scared then I saw its mouth move but it didn’t say anything it was just looking like it was gonna fall off. I was hoping I would wake up until like 5 minutes later trying not to blink as much and I woke in a panic. I tuned in my led lights and was so relieved that it was over. Please wish me luck for today when I fall asleep.

The poor girls have been on TV twice after they got called up to waste their tag titles against ronda and Shayna.
The girls had it, they're built for TV and finally instead of girls pretending to be crazy as a gimmick we have girls with an actually interesting gimmick
Triple h these girls are in a key stage of their career you can't waste their youth in dark matches.
Vince did this to toni storm now she is thriving elsewhere, don't make this mistake, let them thrive when they're with you.

I watched the boiled one like 1 month ago and I’ve always been thinking abt it like it has taken over my mine when I was bored I tried not to think abt what it said in the video and every now and then I would say it bc I was bored and idk what was wrong with me. I never dreamed about it which was good. I finally stoped thinking about it but just mabye once a day I would think abt it but I calmed down and kinda forgot about it. But yesterday when I went to go to sleep I turn on my tv and fall asleep to YouTube. When I try to find videos to find it showes other recommend videos and one had the boiled ones face on it. It scared me bc it was like 12:00am but I quickly went away from it and tried not to think about it. I fell asleep and then I woke up not being able to move or talk I could just blink and there it was. The infamous PHEN-228 standing there. I couldn’t believe it. I was scared shitless and every time I blinked it came closer and moved faster. Eventually like 2 minutes later it was on my bed looking at me. I was so scared then I saw its mouth move but it didn’t say anything it was just looking like it was gonna fall off. I was hoping I would wake up until like 5 minutes later trying not to blink as much and I woke in a panic. I tuned in my led lights and was so relieved that it was over. Please wish me luck for today when I fall asleep.

A flicker of light started to drain away the darkness I was so used to. The darkness where I felt most comfortable and at peace. The flicker slowly enveloped the entire pitch black room within minutes. I could do nothing but sigh in disappointment and open my eyes.
My adjusting eyes were being harassed by the tiny beam of light that made it through my curtain. Where it's at the precise angle that you swear some higher power is just messing with you.
My groggy eyes focused on the clock, it was 7:00 a. M.
Time for work.
The day was April 14th, 2014. A Monday. I knew I only had about an hour to get up, get ready for work, shower, make breakfast and make sure I get to work a few minutes early so I didn't clock in late.
I was only 28 years old and I hated my sales job. I had gone to college and got my marketing degree but I never thought I'd end up here.. selling bullshit products at incredibly hiked prices to unsuspecting or oblivious customers.
I had been doing this job for 3 years and it felt like everyday was just going to be worse. Just a buildup of hatred for your job overtime is natural I guess. Typically people find ways to cope with the constant 9-5 grind. Like going out with friends or clubbing or whatever...but I had none of those.
When my days ended I would go home and watch Netflix and drink then do it all again. I wish it was different, I wish I had the motivation to change myself. But it's difficult when you have no one to support you in your efforts. My mom died from breast cancer when I was 12. Seeing her on hospice for several months suffering from stage 4 cancer was...something you shouldn't see as a 12 year old. To see your once lovely, athletic, hilarious, loving and caring mother degrade into an 85 pound, drug-induced, horrifyingly thin creature that in no way resembled her from my memories of when she was cancer free.
I remember one morning my dad woke me up and said "come to the living room...your mother is taking her last breathes". As soon as he finished that sentence, my memories flooded back...memories of her taking care of me when I was sick, being at my soccer games cheering me on, asking how my day was when I got back from school, leaning on her shoulder as we sat in church. The memories came and went in an instant and the reality set in. My heart at first skipped a few beats but then accelerated to an unhealthy pace. My head started to spin, tears slowly started swelling up on my eyes.
I had jumped off the bed and sprinted to the living room. She was facing away from me and the first thing I noticed are how purple/ blue her feet are. I walk around the hospice nurse and look at my mother's face. She was pale, her breathing was almost non-existent for almost 2 minutes but still there...until it wasn't...she was gone.
I was lost, my dad was bawling. I was crying too but at 12 years old I didn't know how hard the reality would hit as time goes on.
In my lost state, I turned on the TV show "MONK" on the laptop. It was a show my mom and I used to watch, and I figured watching it would make me feel like I'm with her again.
Time went on and I realized how losing a mother truly impacts your younger years. But time still, moved on yet.
I got in my car and left for work. The drive to the office was only about half an hour. I put my sunglasses on as I'm travelling east for almost the entire drive, something I was used to by this point. The drive to work was uneventful other than the usual jackass that cuts you off or is speeding down the road.
I made it to work and stepped out of my car. For some reason, grabbed my backpack and shut the door. For some reason the thought of my mother came across my mind. The sighed, looked down at the ground and stared at the concrete for the few seconds while only thinking of how I missed her. Then the thought vanished and I got on with my life.
The day was incredibly boring, only sold a couple of products, I dealt with people in the east coast of the U.S. and customers there are always so nasty and rude with their comments. It's impossible to build rapport with them. I'm jealous of the employees that have West coast as their territory.
The day ended with my last call but no sales for the day. Hopped in my car and drove back home.
Now I've already told you what I do when I get home. Just drink and watch Netflix. And that's exactly what I did. I can't remember the name of the show( probably because I was already tipsy) but it had to do with strange phenomenons.
I don't even remember passing out but I do remember being there in that dark room again; it was so comfortable and cozy. I sat in the corner of the room with eyes wide closed ...no people, nothing to disturb me, just... nothingness of warmth.
For hours this went on until I heard a woman's voice saying "I'm glad you're here". suddenly realizing that I had overslept my body jolted awake, completely forgetting about that eerie voice. Drinking on a Monday night is not a good idea. Blurry and in a haze trying to concentrate my focus I made out the clock saying 7:00 a.m. April 15th, 2014.
I thought how odd that was. I've been doing the same job with the same schedule for 3 years now and I know when I oversleep. Yet knowing this brought a mental smile to my mind, as my supervisor won't get on my ass for showing up late, again.
I got up lazily and stretched and got on with my morning routine. Finally got dressed and hopped in my car to leave for work. I was only about 5 minutes in when I realized something was off...why was I wearing sunglasses? The sun was behind me, not in front. I took my glasses off and read my car dashboard compass; "EAST".
I have taken this drive for 3 years now every Monday through Friday and I had always worn sunglasses for the drive to the office. I looked behind me and saw the sun rising from the west.
I was still calm, but subconsciously I could tell my panic and anxiety were building with what I was experiencing. I decided to pull over at a gas station, took my phone out and opened my GPS. 'I was still facing east.
I quietly stated "what the fuck". I looked up and asked the person next to me pumping gas " look! The sun! It's rising from the west" with an ecstatic and speedy tone. He looked at me with a smile on his face and said "yeah? Don't ya know it's always rose from the west".
The reality of this was starting to set on, anxiety building, I got back in my car and just sat there... Running my hands through my hair, pulling and stretching my face wondering what the hell was happening? My eyes were staring wide at the brake and gas pedal...trying to find some kind of logical explanation for this while still running my hands over my face and hair.
I decided to take my phone out again and click on trending news hoping to see something explaining or even acknowledging this phenomenon. Nothing. I opened Google search and looked up "sun rising in west" the first thing that popped up said Earth is rotating about its own axis from East to West".
This wasn't right.
I figured I would try to get to work and maybe one of my coworkers would have some answer. My entire body was shaking for the entire drive but I made it".
I got out of the car and the strangest thing came across my mind. A memory. A very unique memory of back when I was 12, in the back yard playing capture the flag with my neighbor that lived behind me. A time which I could go back when.
The memory came and vanished in an instant, but left the overwhelming feeling of nostalgia and sadness.
I walked into the office and started asking around about the sun. Again, none of them knew what I was talking about, but before they answered my question, they would say "oh hey, it's nice to have you here" or "we're glad to have you here" all with a smile on their faces.
Not super weird as my coworkers are typically super energetic happy people. But it did become weird when my east coast clients started answering their phones saying "hey, you're always welcome here"
I couldn't see their faces but I could tell by their tone and attitude that they were smiling. This was not normal. I rushed to the bathroom, opened a stall and sat on the toilet. I started having a panic attack. Nothing was right, the people, the sun, the specific memories... I started to run my hands over my face, stretching and contorting it, trying to calm myself down with feeling my heart bursting out of my chest. I started to whimper, I didn't want anyone outside of the stalls to hear me. None of my coworkers were right, the guy at the gas station wasn't right...nothing. years swelled up in my eyes and a brief memory of my mom came back.
It was me, coming home from school, I walked inside and could smell the pizza she was making. I see and her and asks me hey, how was your day?".
This memory helped calm me down from the wreck I was turning into. I took several deep breaths, tried my very best to compose myself, and stepped out of the stall. I ended up taking some paper towels and wiped away the tears that were caught in my eyes.
I decided that I will just try to finish this day because tomorrow everything would be back to normal...I have to reassure myself that I would be, I just knew it would be....it had to be.
I sat down back at my desk and my phone rang, picked it up and a voice came through. The voice of my mother asking " I am so glad you are here, Luke".
I was frozen, shocking, tingly sensations ran through my entire body. My demeaner instantly changed into fight or flight mode...but I chose the 3rd... freeze.
Phone still up to my ear, I heard her speak again. "Oh honey, Luke my sweet boy, don't you remember?".
I didn't reply verbally, but mentally I was thinking "remember...what is...remember what?"
Then she spoke one last time, "last night, when you saw the sun".
Then the memory of the night before races back into my mind. I was on my drive home from work, watching the beautiful sunset over the horizon. With all it's beautiful mixtures of orange, red, purple. I was just staring at it...in a trance, thinking of how I wanted to go back and just be a kid again, play with my back door neighbor, come home to my mom. Why couldn't I just go back.
I suddenly hear a blaring horn and then darkness.
I believe I died on April 15th, 2014. And I don't mind it. I like being in this black empty room just sitting in the corner..with nothing but warm emptiness to fill my cold shell. I like feeling the embraces of it's comfort over the tiring lifestyle I was living. My only dream was that I could dream forever...and now it's finally been achieved.
I miss my mother, and I know she misses me, the memories I have of her will keep me warm in this blackened wasteland forever.

I want to play Ghost of Tsushima with the adaptive triggers, and stream the game from my desktop to my garage where I have my tv/Deck. If I use moonlight, Steam\GoT recognizes it as an Xbox controller, and using built in remote play has the game not recognize the controller at all if I have Steam Input turned off so I can use the features.

Why do we get better over time and then worsen? I’ve had lc for 3.5 years and I was mild and improved over time was living a semi normal life again was careful and not having crashes as much etc, then my third year I’ve just declined with chronic shortness of breath I’m now housebound mostly bedridden, I can’t cook, I can’t clean, i can’t bath more than once a week, I can just lay in my bed and do the basics like watch tv , brush my teeth , change my pyjamas the shortness of breath is relentless. All tests and scans come back fine, my baseline is so low for over 10 months now. Starting to feel very depressed, my body just seems in a weird state of constant PEM feeling with insomnia. I’ve never felt like this before in my whole lc journey. It’s like a flip switched and no matter how much rest I do nothing is changing

I posted on here before that my sister Mellissa losing her kids she has 7 in total katelynne is 19 kay din is 13 Lillianna is 11 Miracle is 6 zanders are 8 and Ransom and Rytheme are 2 years old today is their birthday the whole problem started in 2019 when Melissa found her old crush from school his name is Aron.
Aron and Melissa are dating i knew from day one I didn't like him he was controlling in my eyes all he ever did was tell Melissa what to do I noticed this when we all gathered at my sister Jessica's house early for Christmas since she wouldn't be in town
Jessica is married to a Mexican who I adore his name is Andres so normally every other Christmas and summer she would go with her son to Mexico to spend time with his family we were having a good time until he began texting and calling Melissa
he had been living with her that next year in 2020 we found out some disturbing things Melissa didn't want to get pregnant again so she had an IUD inserted in her arm to prevent her from getting pregnant what Aron would do was squeeze her arm to break the IUD so he can get her pregnant
In April of 2020, I moved into my sister's house i was previously living with my mom under her landlord's radar until I got accused of stealing clothes which is ridiculous and then I got banned so I moved into my oldest sister's Jessica house
Just a few days after moving in my sister Jessica came into my room and told me that Aron had beat up Melissa and it was bad she had bruises and gashes all over her from her beating on her and DCFS had gotten involved
DCFS told her that if she did not get rid of Aron she would have no choice but to take her kids away because of what happened his kids also displayed abuse his son was violent and his daughter would sit there and watch as Zander who is Autisic was getting dressed disturbing
Then in May of 2021 Ransom and Rytheme were born Ransom was born with Cleft feet while Rytheme was normal but Aron's control over her got worse during this time we got calls from the kids more and more often asking for Jessica to come to get them because they were scared
Aron and Melissa were fighting again Melissa was also an alcoholic so they would fight when they were mostly drunk is when the fights they both wanted to run the household when it should have been Melissa since it was her house
Then 2022 started we did not hear much of Melissa leading up to this year she came over on Christmas and it seemed she was still under his control she would pick up immediately after he would call this worried us because she was pregnant
January nothing February nothing then March happened Kaydon her 12 year old called us saying Melissa was drinking again and that he found an empty vodka bottle in her trash can we told him to tell his bio dad stevie and Stevie told her case worker
this was March 2nd of 2022 that year was very eventful if you ask me multiple false police calls from her on us threats from Aron stalking us because he didn't like that we had his kids and multiple false reports to DCFS from her about us citing that we were abusing the kids
all reports came back unfounded of the course she also posted on Facebook slandering Jessica saying that she always wanted her to have her kids taken away which wasnt true she had gotten her kids taken away and then we had to immediately find babysitters for the babies
Jessica worked so did Andres and I and Jessica had a deal when I moved in that i didn't have to babysit if I didn't want to as you can tell babysitting 2 infants a 5-year-old and a 7-year-old autistic child was not an easy thing to do
At first, our babysitter Brooklyn just quit babysitting Zander saying his meltdowns were way to much and then she quit watching the babies so i took over it was from April- to October of 2022 in between that time I had given a lot of my time up to babysitting i never got a day off
on top of making sure I fed and changed the babies while making sure the older kids got to bed on time I had to also clean the house and this was proven to be too stressful on me the fact Jessica's son Zion would always contradict me this would lead to fights we had
In August of 2022, they went on vacation for 6 days and this was a saving grace for me since i got 6 whole days to myself in September of 2022 I had gotten into a fight with Zion her husband was supposed to be off that day but he went somewhere with the older kids
so it was just me Zion and the babies Zion wanted to watch tv i said no he tried to snatch the remote from me and a fight happened the fight got so heated because he kept trying to follow me around if i went into the kitchen where he was the livingroom there he was the bathroom there he was
Finally, i went outside and he tried grabbing me until the neighbor came out he then went inside and locked me out of the house twice once back inside I yelled WHAT THE HELL IS THE MATTER WITH YOU, YOU DONT HAVE A RIGHT TO LOCK ME OUT AND THERE ARE BABIES IN THE HOUSE!!!" he then shoved me so I called Jessica
Jessica sped home and she laid it on him thick saying that she was taking his game until he learned to keep his hands off of me Andres came just in time to see him try and put his hands on Jessica and he beat up Zion Jessica had to pull him off of Zion
the next two months he just went on walks until his mom would be home until October I was putting all the same colors of play dough in the same container and my vape was by the tv so I could just grab it and go outside he purposely knocked it to the ground
I asked him about it and he blamed the 5-year-old for it but there were 2 problems to this story 1 -I had it scooted back to where the 5-year-old couldn't reach the vape and 2- the 5-year-old is smarter than most and knows not to touch it
this is when the final fight happened Andres had already left for work and Jessica was already at work I didn't want to fight with him so I told him to stop but he didn't want to be kept it up he started following me around the house but this time I chose to ignore I got hungry
so I went to grab a knife and a potato so I could cut up a potato i can make myself a baked potato and he grabbed a knife of his own this made me feel threatened so I called Jessica no answer i texted Jessica no answer so then I tried his andres I called him no answer I texted him no answer this was after I told the older kids to go to the playroom
after no answer, I called the police the police came Zions Dimbass went outside with the knife to talk to the police I told the officer what happened and he told his side of the story too not long after they left Jessica came home instead of her yelling at Zion for starting a fight she yelled at me
so the next day Jerry told me he wanted me to come to the hills and talk to him and at the same time I felt like she was going to make me move out she said she would pick Melissa's kids over me every time which upset me
so I went and got papers for Indian Hills and signed them she tried to backtrack as soon as DCFS said it was unfounded but I told her I did not want to babysit anymore so she had Stevie and Jen babysit This only lasted a month so November thru December
after they quit it was Ricky Katenynnes boyfriend who babysat Kateynee came now and then to help out but she had her job and Ricky did not follow any rules Jessica had some strict rules when it came to ways to babysit the baby
such as cleaning up the mess and not vaping around the babies if one of the kids is sick keeping them away from the babies and letting the babies sleep whenever they wanted Jessica didn't want them sleeping past 5 pm so they would have a sleep schedule
After Ricky quit due to him accusing Zion of looking up porn on the internet on one of the kid's tablets and being told that maybe he was the one doing it then Jessica tried to pressure me into babysitting again even though in October we sat down in the kitchen and i told her how I felt
then she told me she understood the deal we made and that the only time that she would ask me to babysit was for school stuff and doctor appointments and when she went to the boat that's what she calls the casino so she had to quit her job at the restraint so that she didn't have to worry
January and February we were living off of food pantries and behind on bills then mom mentioned on Addus and working for Travis and so she signed up went to orientation and now she works for Travis
now for the update :
last day of court was today and they told Melissa she will not be getting her kids back She is back on medicine and she is doing her classes but the one thing she was not doing was accepting the fact that it was Aron who got her kids taken
thank you Reddit for joining me on this wild ride

AIO my so often lives like a slob and I’m over it
In the beginning of us being together this wasn’t the case. When I would come over she would usually have a clean room and even if it was even a little bit messy she would apologize and/or not let me in until it was clean. Over time her cleanliness seems to erode (I guess) over time, especially after moving into her own place with her sister (who isn’t much better). It’s even started to feel like her being clean and tidy in the beginning was a mask and I’m seeing the real her now
Examples:

• Her car

is always (ALWAYS) messy. It’s become the norm for me to have to push away trash on the passenger floor with my feet, there’s usually a cup that she uses for a small garbage/ashtray. There’s even other peoples trash (usually sister’s but friends too) that she complains about but doesn’t stop them from doing.
I remember one time her phone fell under the seat so I helped her reach it. I saw so much trash and food and filters and weed crumbs under her seats.
Ive expressed about this before and she changed temporarily. Eventually I gave up on it because it’s her car and I’m never in it for long (I don’t have my own car). Plus if it really bothers I just don’t have to be in it

• her room

has become a consistent mess. It’s crazy that she always apologizes for it when I come over but nothing gets done about it. She has clothes and dishes and wrappers on the floor, her nightstand is always cluttered, there’s even been times when she “didn’t get a chance to do laundry over the week” so we will sleep on towels or t shirts over pillows instead of having pillowcases.
I’m no neat freak but I was raised to be a good host but it seems she wasn’t(?) One time after we had sex I accidentally left a used condom laying around (nothing inside, just used). The next day she had a friend over unexpectedly. No biggie, she hung out her in her room for a bit while I watched tv in the living room. She told me after that her friend left and she saw it and pointed out the condom. I sincerely apologized to my girlfriend for it as I know it would be seen as gross and embarrassing. My girlfriend didn’t care, saying “this is my house”.
A few days ago (let’s say Wednesday) she told me she accidentally spilled her ashtray on the floor. Weekend comes and that spill is still on the floor. I laughed about it initially, thinking she would get to it. She never did, despite us eating and watching tv in the living room all night and it being as simple as sweeping it up. I even accidentally stepped on the pile of ash, filters, and sticks and expressed it made me upset. Still nothing done about it, instead just walks around it every time
what am I doing about it?
You may be saying to yourself, “why not help out sometimes?” Well one, it’s her house so it’s not my responsibility. And two, I actually have. I’m someone who was raised to be a good houseguest as well. When I’m over her place I clean. Not only do I genuinely want to help sometimes but I try to take care of any mess I contribute to. I’ll wash dishes, take out trash from our food delivery bags, etc
You may also be asking, “well have you communicated this to her?” One, I feel this isn’t something a partner should have to bring up as it is her personal and basic well-being. I feel it’s weird to have to tell my partner about the importance of keeping her home/room clean. Plus if this basic thing is changed just for the sake of the relationship or because a partner brings it up, similar to her car, would be it be real change? Two, tactfully I mention it all the time: “the trash is getting full, you guys should do the dishes more often I don’t want y’all to get pests, I think you should throw out the food in that Tupperware in fridge being it’s been in there for a few months, etc
some understanding
She works too jobs, one at a daycare and another as an aba therapist. She was heavily abused as a child and endures emotional and financial abuse from her sister often. In my opinion, she has every reason to be burnt out and not have the energy to do even basic things sometimes. She does try to be better. Though she has back problems that deter her from being able to do the dishes in one go she has done it here and there. She has cleaned the bathroom, washed her clothes, and keeps bed bed clean. It sounds like I’m scraping the bottom of the barrel here, I know, but I’m saying these things to say ‘I don’t think she’s lazy. I think she’s dealing with more than she can handle externally and internally and it’s affecting how she lives. I see her efforts and I don’t want it to come across as me condescending’. (Therapy would be helpful imo but she lacks the time and desire, her words).

This review is copied from my Google Maps review (if you want to see photos) of the Foothills Medical Centre L&D and Postpartum units on the 5th floor. Overall a pleasant experience in an older facility carried by awesome nurses who made us feel taken care of.
My wife was set to receive an induction. After her cervical ripening balloon fell out, we called L&D and they told us they were busy and that they'd likely call us the next morning unless we felt it was an emergency.
Parking is $15 a day which is okay considering it's a hospital.
Our private L&D room in Unit 51 was sizable and had a couch and private bathroom but no TV or mini fridge. The shared fridge was stocked with milk, juice, yogurt, jello, pudding, sandwiches, tea and coffee (decaf). 8 hours in, the doctor checked her cervix and discovered that our little one had his whole arm sticking out. Doctor said it would have to be a c-section.
Fast forward to the postpartum side and we received a "semi-private" room. We were essentially separated by a shared toilet/shower and a couple curtains, but at least we were not right beside each other. No complaints about our neighbours.
Our part of the room was small in comparison with the L&D room. There was definitely a lot of shuffling around with the bed table, chair, and obviously the baby. We did have our own sink and mini fridge. Again, no TV so consider bringing your own entertainment. The room was quite stuffy but there was a fan to alleviate that. The chair they provided me was essentially a deck chair and one armrest was literally worn out to the metal. I was happy that I brought a sleeping bag to set up on the floor and a blindfold. I also borrowed a couple blankets and a pillow from the unit. It was not exactly pleasant but could've been worse had I not been a back sleeper.
The shared fridge in postpartum was not quite as stocked as in L&D, although there was typically always drinks and sometimes extra trays of food leftover after breakfast/lunch/dinner. I ate whatever my wife couldn't finish. Luckily, I brought some snacks from home for sustinence and McDonald's is not a long drive away for late night food. Yes, outside food is allowed. I took a picture of an example lunch menu that my wife received.
Pretty much all the nurses and staff we interacted with were very helpful, patient, and caring. They were happy to show us how to breastfeed, swaddle a baby, change a diaper, burp the baby, etc. so don't feel bad asking. They gave us a bag of essentials for mom and baby such as underwear, pads, diapers, burp/face cloths, vaseline, etc. They may or may not give you a couple extra if you ask nicely. There was a breastfeeding pillow in the room as well as some basic instructions on how to breastfeed. My wife wasn't producing quite enough for our baby's appetite so we did purchase a bottle of donor breastmilk to supplement for $18 (free if you're still on the L&D side) which lasted us for the couple of nights we stayed.
Unless there's a new hospital built in North Calgary soon, we will likely be back here for our next baby.

I (21f) have been with my bf (27m) for 3 years. A week ago his grandmother passed. He was very close with her, my bf spent summers as a child and teen living at her house and we’ve lived at her house together during the summer last year too. I feel terrible thinking about how much he’s grieving her now and want to support him in any way I can. The problem is that I think our relationship has run its course and I was planning on ending things with him before she passed, her passing was pretty sudden. We’ve had our struggles as a couple good times (ex traveling, being at each others graduations, getting pets together) and bad times (ex, caught him messaging his ex and OF girls, caught him sexting men & women on apps, caught him lying about drug use). I gave him time to change and prove things would be different but I’m just not seeing the results I need to continue being with him. I sleep over at his place almost every night but even when I’m there I find myself alone in his bed watching tv while he’s upstairs or outside doing whatever majority of the time or he’ll be on his phone beside me when he’s with me. I’ve communicated my needs in the relationship before and not much has changed.
I don’t wanna make him look like the bad guy because Ik I haven’t been the perfect gf but I don’t feel like I can continue being with him anymore. I think I’ve outgrown the relationship and realized that our futures and goals do not align. I think he recognizes this too but we’ve both been playing chicken on breaking things off. We don’t communicate, barley have sex and went on our first date this whole year 2 days ago for my birthday dinner. He isn’t around to celebrate my birthday this weekend because he’s at his deceased grandmothers house cleaning things out, which I totally understand because it’s out of his control.
I’ve never been in a situation like this before and need some advice on a timeline here. I don’t want to sound insensitive to his loss but I also gotta put myself first. I don’t want to abandon him when he needs me the most to deal with his grief but I can support his as a friend going forward instead of as a gf. So when would be an appropriate time to end things with him? And how do I approach this situation without being insensitive to his loss?

Hi fellow ADHDers,
I somehow got my ass out of bed to bring myself to do the things I am supposed to do this weekend. The motivation hasn't really kicked in yet (still waiting for it), but I ended up making a menu/ checklist that I feel may be useful for me when I am in a frozen state like this. Wanted to share it, in case someone else finds it helpful. If there are other strategies you use, please let me know!
This is to be used in situations where I know I need to do something but I just don't know how to get my brain to do it.
Task paralysis menu/ checklist

• Task pairing: Can I find another task that requires less cognitive effort (like walking, cleaning, watching a TV show that I have watched a 10000 times before so I don't really need to pay attention to it)? Can I start doing that task, along with the task I am dreading to do (cuz it requires more mental effort).
• Material pairing: Is there anything materialistic I like that I ALREADY have? The tricky part here is, that my brain is going to want to buy something new at this point. Like a new notebook, new pens, etc. So, the already have part is important, otherwise I'm going to spend two hours + money to buy "more stuff I think I need to start my task". For me personally, I like to write on pen and paper. So I will sit down with my favorite pen and notebook, and that will bring me into the "zone" when I've to read a paper, make a presentation, etc. Again, my primary "task" becomes using "my favorite pen and paper" and I can use the dreaded task in order to complete my primary task. Having dedicated materials for dedicated types of tasks can also help.
• Change of location: Is there a location that my brain likes? I personally like coffee shops but it can also be a spot in your home that you like more than other spots. It can also be your bed (or any other place you feel comfortable)! The goal is to get your brain to bring its guards down and make it feel safer, if you're stuck in a frozen state like me. Going to the coffee shop also exposes me to other people and a more stimulating environment, and caffeine also helps. I am also forced to sit in one place.
• Brain dump: If the mental paralysis is too much to even fathom starting a new task, it is usually because I have a ton of tasks in my mind that need to be done. First, I do a brain dump. Just dump every goddamn thought on my head, from the biggest to smallest ones. Once I have them all in front of me, I can hopefully start prioritizing them or at least see if I am interested in doing one more than others. Sometimes, tasks get meshed in my head along with feelings, so this activity helps me to separate tasks (things I can control) from emotions/ feelings and things I generally have no control over (e.g. shame about not having done that thing two weeks ago).
• Mental isolation effect: If it feels like me versus the world right now, can I bring myself to just me, and cut the rest of the world out, just for sometime? I can make myself feel shitty enough on my own, I don't need a high school acquaintance on instagram (who seems to be living the life) to make me feel worse. Just disconnect. The world is not out to get us, and the world is not moving ahead without us. We are okay. Meditation has helped me to mentally isolate (but hasn't helped so much with the inaction and feeling "frozen"). I guess this also goes back to making our brains feel safe first, before we ask them to do things for us.

I am no expert, but I made a list for myself, so I am sharing it here. :)
ADHD sucks.

I have an older receiver that only takes HDMI-ARC, while my TV sends full eARC. I use the built-in apps on my TV to play Plex and Emby, so I need to send the audio to my receiver over HDMI. As it currently is, if I play a movie with lossless audio (DTS-HD MA or Dolby TrueHD), it will force my HTPC to transcode it or the audio will skip and cut-out frequently during playback (sidenote: TrueHD will force transcoding while DTS-HD MA will send DTS Core, I assume it is being passthrough'd).
I remember that the SHARC eARC to ARC converter was able to take an eARC signal and extract the lossless audio, sending an audio-only HDMI signal to the receiver, but I believe it's been discontinued.
Are there any other solutions or devices that I can use to send lossless audio to my receiver from my TV? I've looked into the Nvidia Shield Pro, but I would rather not buy one for a few reasons. Do any devices similar to the SHARC exist currently?

Hi I (34 M) am unhappily married to a woman since 2018 and who has cheated me 3 years ago I got proof of her Oyo receipt in same city for 2x deluxe room and upon further digging got aadhar of her and another of her office mate.I got to know this last month only. I am not sure if she is doing it now or not with him. But I want divorce now.
There were lots of fights where she wanted to live away from my home so we rented a room away. Here also she humiliated me but that's all gone, I cannot bear cheating.
Yes I got dowry around 6 lakh, bed, sofa set and a Tv. I am ready to pay everything back. She has govt job and I work at a private firm my salary being 3 times hers. Have also gifted her jewelry around 8 lakhs since marriage. No kids till now as she delays as she wants to wait for promotion.
I want to know :

1. Can I divorce her without bringing matter of adultery in picture as proof is 3 y old and proof is for one time only. Will my request be accepted or I need a cause like cruelty , adultery which I am afraid I cannot prove..
   
2. I am fine for alimony but will it be applied? Since she also works in govt job...
   
3. Will the jewelry that I gifted be taken as hers in streedhan... I dnt care of she has but yes It will help if I get it back as I m sure I'll be financially drained....
   

Tl;dr : Got cheated by my wife 3 years ago, got to know now, have no solid proof as it's 3 year old and for one time, she denied mutual divorce , Can I get divorce?

I just can’t do anything. Life is so pointless. I’m kinda functioning usually and never thought I was depressed because I kept running away from my problems, going abroad and traveling. Always filling my time with things to do so I couldn’t think about my problems. I’ve always been anxious and prone to sadness, I suffer from OCD too. But now I’m back in my hometown, in my parents’ house, my best friends have a new life and new friends, I’m here all day long feeling like the biggest failure that ever existed. So alone and isolated, incapable of doing anything that would make me feel better. These last few months I’ve also had digestive problems and I have such bad pain in my belly everyday, it feels like someone is sticking a knife into me. I’ve done blood tests three times in 6 months and they still don’t know what the problem is, my visit with a doctor is in July so still one month and a half left. Today I just binge watched a tv series in bed for the whole afternoon. Now I feel like shit, but I can’t find the strength to get up. I’m seeing no point in living such a useless life anymore, I’m thinking about suicide again but I know I could never actually do it.

What will happen if he refuses care?
Sorta related to the subject but different point of view.. i am the full time caregiver of My boyfriend is 25 and a quadriplegic for the past 5 years since breaking his neck diving into a lake. We have been together almost 10 years. After the second year of him realizing he wont be gaining any function back. He’s paralyzed from the chest down, and cannot grip his hands or fingers. Hes lost a ton of weight and refuses to get out of bed. I mean he’s mean and has physically hit me when ive tried to get him to do his stretches and simple bathing. He says everything hurts and hes rather just stay in his comfortable position and watch tv and be on his phone and eat food he likes which is all horrible fast food, until he ends up dying from his injuries. I have literally cried on my knees begging him to let me at least bathe him or make sure that he is t getting bed sores and he doesn’t tell me when he’s got something wrong like a UTI or anything he says he hopes it will get him to die sooner. I am aware hes sucidal, ive asked him to talk to a therapist but hes gotten so bad now he literally cant get out of bed his knees are stiff. I have told his family parents, my family and parents im afraid of getting in trouble if he does actually die. Hes asked me to help him with suicide. Or just let him die and I’ve seriously driven myself crazy with the guilt of not being able to fix his problems because he was such a totally different person than this before. He would even say he is against suicide years ago But now hes in such bad shape, i will find pressure sores and he will literally be saying hes got nothing there but im worried he will get an infection and die. My question is not really what should i do? Ive had that conversation a million times, the reality is that he wont do anything he doesnt want to do. So im asking, if he or when he passes away, will i be in trouble like can i be held responsib What will happen if he refuses care?
Sorta related to the subject but different point of view.. i am the full time caregiver of My boyfriend is 25 and a quadriplegic for the past 5 years since breaking his neck diving into a lake. We have been together almost 10 years. After the second year of him realizing he wont be gaining any function back. He’s paralyzed from the chest down, and cannot grip his hands or fingers. Hes lost a ton of weight and refuses to get out of bed. I mean he’s mean and has physically hit me when ive tried to get him to do his stretches and simple bathing. He says everything hurts and hes rather just stay in his comfortable position and watch tv and be on his phone and eat food he likes which is all horrible fast food, until he ends up dying from his injuries. I have literally cried on my knees begging him to let me at least bathe him or make sure that he is t getting bed sores and he doesn’t tell me when he’s got something wrong like a UTI or anything he says he hopes it will get him to die sooner. I am aware hes sucidal, ive asked him to talk to a therapist but hes gotten so bad now he literally cant get out of bed his knees are stiff. I have told his family parents, my family and parents im afraid of getting in trouble if he does actually die. Hes asked me to help him with suicide. Or just let him die and I’ve seriously driven myself crazy with the guilt of not being able to fix his problems because he was such a totally different person than this before. He would even say he is against suicide years ago But now hes in such bad shape, i will find pressure sores and he will literally be saying hes got nothing there but im worried he will get an infection and die. My question is not really what should i do? Ive had that conversation a million times, the reality is that he wont do anything he doesnt want to do. So im asking, if he or when he passes away, will i be in trouble like can i be held responsible if i have told everyone I know over time what ive been dealing with this whole time with his extreme stubbornness and self sabotage like kinda so I have witnesses or people who can back me up so that im not responsible

I swear in the scene where he is lying in bed with his guitar after the funeral you can hear a tv in the background, but I don’t actually see one in any of the other scenes. Am I just crazy?

Lights out. Lights on. Lights out. Lights on. Vincent strained to keep his eyes open. Indeed, it wasn’t him blinking, it was the sun. It flickered mid day.
He was jobless again, and was trying to take his mind off it. He’d left the apartment, which would soon not be his, to get away from its suffocating evocation. Eventually his mindless sauntering led him to a nearby park, where he found a soft patch of grass to lie in, and perhaps just die there.
The allure of fresh cut grass in the sun had attracted others as well, but everyone was quiet, thoughtful. The recent AI revolution had put many in the same boat as him. It had been something spectacular, at an unprecedented rate the productivity of mankind soared, dwarfing the industrial and digital revolutions. In a mood of euphoric optimism, it enveloped the planet as a swarm of fruit flies with viagra.
In the beginning, managers and mid-managers were ecstatic, finally they would have the type of workers they dreamed of, ones who didn’t moan and complain about every poorly thought out decision they made. And with them gone, a huge useless drain on profit would be removed. Money would be redistributed, recognition at last, with them taking a major chunk to match their exceptional qualities, their uniqueness among their peers. AIs only needed electric power after all.
Of course, that was all a managerial fantasy, and following a brief time of delusional bliss, they themselves got promptly replaced or simply removed. For the people higher up in the hierarchy, who kept their jobs, it felt like removing your socks after a long trek.
The optimists claimed that this was the long awaited transition to a post scarcity society, utopia in the making. Reality, being a pessimist, had other plans. Wealth discrepancy deepened, and suddenly most societies found themselves with two castes: the wealthy, people who still had income and money, and the destitute who had nothing. The penniless made poor consumers, so business stopped catering to them. Governments were already designed to represent the rich anyway, so they lacked political power as well. They became outcasts, people left to die in the streets. They couldn’t even rebel effectively, since soldiers were getting paid, which made them partial to the upper class, and civilians going against modern military forces was somewhat iffy.
In a spasm of altruism, the elite figured that starvation of more than half of the population would be inhumane. Therefore bread and potatoes became free, which fit nicely well below the 1.3% of global GDP that went for charity. Some of the affected wondered whether that was some sort of a cruel joke. They felt like the roach being kept alive as food for the wasp’s progeny.
Since getting laid off, Vincent dreaded his eventual transition to the outcast class. He had not found a job in time, and now he was being evicted. Not much he could do now but join one of the sprawling tent cities, but luckily, he already owned a tent having bought one for just such an occasion.
These new cities, built within the old ones, were slowly becoming their own authorities. It started when people formed gangs to raid large grocery stores. These soon went out of business, since the stratum they served had perished. The stores that remained, that sold to the rich, had big enough margins to afford armed guards, so the gangs had to become larger and tougher. As history teaches us, government is an euphemism for the biggest bully in town, and these gangs were growing into big bullies themselves. Eventually, they started to refer to themselves as tribes, separate entities from their origin countries. And you didn’t want to meet tribesmen when you were going home at night.
The original administrations made several half hearted attempts to suppress these new states, but what was it supposed to do? Kill what it claimed to be its own citizens? Ultimately, citizens who couldn’t afford to consume or pay taxes were not desirable ones, so they gave up.
Vincent was self aware enough to know that he wouldn’t make a good tribesman. He was soft, pudgy, and often out of breath. As the main source of wealth for these people was raiding, he wondered what niche he could fill, but he avoided thinking about it too hard.
And now the sun was flickering. How unfortunate it would be, he mused, if it turned off one of these days, but he knew it wasn’t that. He was surprised to find out that it saddened him it wasn’t.
The remaining governments had their coffers empty in the end, since the populace paid politicians directly, bypassing them entirely. In a new plan, one of managerial cunning, indeed one that only a government clerk can come up with, they decided to block out the sun. Then they would sell sunlight as a service; it was the new SAS model. Proponents of this plan argued that obviously they deserved sunlight for free, but they were not so sure about the tribal riff raff that beat them senseless when they met on the street. The rich didn’t care, because it was a small fee, and hey, the money would go toward fixing the parks. It could even fix climate change!
Since there was no opposition, the decision was made, and the project undertaken. At first, people could hardly believe their reality. Such was the case with Vincent as well, he had indeed forgotten about it until now. A myriad of small robotic satellites were launched with reusable rockets, each with its own AI and at all times connected to a massive computational center via relays. There the monumental computation of where each robot should stand was made, so that any unsubscribed person would get shaded. It was akin to a Dyson swarm, but unfortunately, on the wrong celestial body.
And there it was, the last sunray to ever touch him; it blinked out. Vincent looked up, and saw the sun as in an eclipse with only its corona visible. Unhappily, he brought his gaze down, and examined the other lawn loafers. Nearly the whole place was in the dark, but two people had their own personal god rays. The chosen ones glanced around nervously. Death stares shot back at them. They left in a hurry. Vincent walked home depressed, while a robot shrouded him from orbit.
It was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness.
Months passed, and Vincent found himself the third wife of a tribe chieftain. It was the Sunset Boulevard tribe, named after the street it had occupied during its inception and not after recent events. The area was now almost permanently shaded, and vegetation had completely died out, but humans found ways to persist. Even in darkness, people managed and found things to put value in. Food, water, and shelter had become precious, while electronic gadgets lost all meaning. Vitamin D supplements were the unofficial currency.
Being the third wife had its benefits. It provided uncommon security, and his chores were simple. He had to keep the tent in order and take care of the chieftain’s many children, who were from the man’s other wives.
Vincent had come to accept this existence, which his past self would’ve found intolerable. He fell into the routine of his new life, and the days strung along, but change was inevitably brewing again behind the curtain.
It turned out that blocking large portions of sunlight made the climate go haywire. Giant planetary superstorms became a thing, and the Atlantic was consumed in a never ending hurricane of continental magnitude. It effectively cut off the Americas from Europe, which miffed the rich a bit. Although travel was restricted, they still found their lives largely unchanged, an infinite stream of AI generated entertainment and whatever else was left for money to buy paved the way to a lifetime of hedonism.
For the tribesmen life grew rougher: winters were colder, springs rainier, and summers gloomier. But people persisted. Among them, Vincent had recently become a grandmother. His new routine created distance between him and his old memories of the world that had been, a dream is all it was. As life became harder, and food became scarcer, and the planet itself grew more hostile, his chores expanded to consume more and more of his time. They left him with no time to think or reflect on what was and what could’ve been. Oddly, his present situation fulfilled him, and at the end of the day, when he lay on his roll-up bed under the rotting tent roof, he fell asleep happy.
Conditions worsened across the globe, and officials started to argue that maybe they’d been wrong in removing the sun from the poor. Perhaps, it was said, the divine disagreed with SAS. Such voices remained a minority however, because neither clerks nor politicians were prepared to separate themselves from the sweet cash inflows it produced.
Tsunamis drowned the coasts, and it rained debris from humankind’s abandoned cities across the world. At last, twilight shone over the rich as well. Their assets were submerged and ruined, but they still had money to spend. And where there’s demand there’s supply. Luxurious underground bunkers, offshore platforms, deep sea hotels, and offworld apartments were hastily constructed with the poorly understood technology of days past.
Relentless, time marched on, unperturbed by humanity’s plight, and Vincent lay on his deathbed after a long, long life. A coup had ousted the chieftain, and he no longer had the same status, but was largely left alone to his own devices out of respect for his former husband. The tribe had migrated high up on the Rockies to evade the boiling ocean. He’d even managed to convince a woman to be his wife in his later years, and had a couple of children of his own. Presently, they all sat around his disintegrated roll-up bed, in his decayed tent, and a woman he barely recognized held his hand, and a young man held a palm over his shoulder. The deep sorrow of a final goodbye lingered in their eyes. He tried to remember where he’d come from and how it had all begun; he tried to remember the sun, but his aged brain faltered.
He closed his eyes for a final time, and while his mind dissolved, one thing remained clear to him. As people drowned in their underwater havens, suffocated underground, and their bones grew weak and their flesh rotted in space, he was here, happy, with his family.