I was excited for 7.5 mg because 5 mg did nothing other than make me not feel well. Neither did 2.5 mg. But within 48 hours of my first dose of 7.5 mg I couldn’t get out of bed. I had the most horrible nausea of my life and diarrhea. And the FATIGUE. I have aches in my muscles and joints which 5 mg also gave me, but they’re much worse at this dose.
I do finally have appetite suppression. 😂😭
Anyway, I know this is actually pretty rare for those who take this. And I know I can maybe go back to 5 mg. A large part of me never wants to take this again though. I have to be able to work and take care of my kids, and I have been in the bed since Thursday night. It was particularly bad Friday night through yesterday.
Has anyone else experienced this and did it end up getting better? Or maybe I need to accept defeat.

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I’m on my 5th week and having good results. I’m really struggling with nausea/vomiting/diarrhea, so it’s a little scary to eat….anything? I have a hard time meal prepping and packing my lunch in the morning just because food sounds gross in the moment. But I eventually do get hungry and usually end up snacking on something not-so nutritious. I know I need to do better in this area, especially for long term lifestyle change.
Anyone have meal prep advice? Or do most people just snack? I’ve seen some recommend protein shakes to help with nausea so I’m going to try that.

It's been a month since I took my MA pills and was meaning to make a post with my experience. I'm a 22F foreigner working in Germany and found out 6weeks into my pregnancy, just after I missed my period and had pregnancy symptoms of blocked nose/pregnancy rhinitis until I took my abortion pills. Surprisingly I never had any nausea.
My pregnancy was unexpected but still I wasn't shocked because I've been having unprotected sex for a while now, I've relied on the most unreliable method of pullout and did okay until this incident. The father is my friend and was the only person I could tell this news to and none of my friends. He lived in another country than me and couldn't visit. So, I felt alone and scared when I found about the pregnancy. He was supportive virtually as much as possible. But, the emotional turmoil during the pregnancy and abortion and to have someone for in person comfort is something I wish I had.
The abortion system in Germany is fucking expensive as an employed person earning above 1.2k netto. It ranges from 400€-600€ for medical pills! Only the hospital consultation charges are covered by the statutory medical insurance. Fortunately, in the part of Germany I live, abortion isn't stigmatised and I was able to find a gynaecologist relatively easily and book an appointment. But Germany mandates you to go for a pregnancy counselling to really reconsider your pregnancy decision and the doctor can only prescribe you pills 3 days after you get a letter from the pregnancy counselor. The pregnancy counselor only wanted to know my situation and wanted to suggest pros and cons according to my good. I told her that I cannot have a baby at this stage in my life and she understood and gave me the letter. It went smoothly.
I brought my pills home, scared about the whole pain that might cripple me for the next days. Took break from work and the doctor even wrote me a sick note for it. After the first pill, I didn't feel anything much, mild discomfort in my stomach sometimes and saw spotting a bit in the morning of the next day. After the 2nd pill vaginally 48hrs later, I was waiting for the pain to kick in and got comfy with my favourite snacks and movie. But, soon got bored, so went about my day and even went to a friend's house to chill. I had period like cramps after 3hrs and then around 5hrs mark, passed a huge clot the size of my fist. I saw the clot and recognised it's probably the embryo and that kinda made it sink it about the act I'm doing. Actually flushing down a potential baby. I felt emotional a bit, but talked to the baby's father for a while and was rationally happy with my decision at this time in my life. After passing the huge clot, all period related pain completely vanished and I felt totally relieved. I'd expected the worst!
The next 2-3days I had worse cramps and one day even had cramps that didn't help me focus on work. So, only that time I took paracetamol to deal with the pain. And after that, it was just changing pads regularly as the flow reduced over the days and no cramps after 5days. I bled for 2 weeks. And then started spotting again a week later and now I think I might have gotten my next period. The annoying part about all this was the excessive underwear laundry after the cramps went away. Also, usually I use menstrual cups, and couldn't use that. I tried after 5days, but my cervix wasn't normally situated and the cup stressed my cervix and caused immense pain. After that I decided no more cup usage until the end of this fiasco. I used only pads and bled normally.
It's not as scary I thought it'll be and definitely not the end of the world. I was sure about the abortion decision because if I'm ever having a baby, I want to be able to provide a good life and take care of the baby well. Now is not the time and I wasn't emotionally affected much by my decision throughout and I'm relieved how it all turned out. Yes, I'm taking contraceptive pills now on a serious note and not being so careless.

I’m 9DPO and I woke up with a stuffy nose. I know for sure I’m not sick cause there’s no other accompanying symptoms. I haven’t tested yet as I am nervous about what the result will be. Don’t want to be disappointed.
I’ve been having off and on creamy/sticky cm. Fatigue. Cramping. I had small sharp pains that lasted about 2 minutes on CD19 in the morning and small bouts of nausea here and there. Period isn’t due for about 6 days Other than that, I haven’t really felt anything else. I’m hoping for a positive.

So for context went to a huge event not knowing rsv and influenza was going around long story short my whole family got sick and I got it. We tested for rsv and covid and influenza A and B and mine came up positive for rsv. I’ve been really sick feeling like I’ve been hit by a bus, doctor just told me there’s nothing to do and to stay inside. I’ve noticed all of today and yesterday whenever I blow snot into a tissue or spit out phlegm there’s blood like it usually is mainly bloody snot or phlegm. Never had this happen for this long, is it a cause for concern and what could it possibly be? I am coughing but not an excessive amount and I do have asmtha. Like I wipe my nose and there’s no blood only when I blow my nose or bring up phlegm. My throat isn’t sore either

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Hit-Girl

Hit-Girl, or with her real name Mindy Macready, is a major character in the Kick Ass movie duology, serving as the deuteragonist of the story. After her former-cop father get framed as a drug dealer and sent to the jail by the evil mob boss Frank D'Amico, her mother could not cope with the events and died after giving birth to Mindy. Since Mr. Macready was in jail, his close friend and former-partner sergeant Marcus Williams took care of her as her guardian for temporary amount of time.
Five years later, Hit-Girl's father Damon Macready finished his time in jail hetook custody of Mindy and since that day trained her for next several years. As the deadly father-daughter crime-fighting duo Big Daddy and Hit-Girl, they set out to avenge Mindy's mother and Damon's imprisonment by tracking down and killing Frank D'Amico's henchmen and drug dealers one by one until reaching D'Amico himself. During their adventure of hunting down Frank D'Amico they met with a vigilante called "Kick Ass" (with his real name Dave Lizewski), who recently was the attention of the social media and became allies with him. Getting tricked by Frank's son Chris D'Amico (who was disguised as an another vigilante called Red Mist) Kick Ass and Big Daddy gets captured by the mooks of Frank D'Amico, Hit-Girl came to rescue them from getting tortured and burned alive by the hands of Frank's mob. She manages to save Kick Ass but things were too late for her father Big Daddy. After this she, with the help of Kick Ass, kills Frank D'Amico.
In Kick Ass 2, two years passed from the death of her father, Mindy now lives with Marcus and started at highschool now, and now promised him to stop fightning with criminals and living a normal life. Meanwhile, Chris D'Amico comes back as The Motherfucker, with an entire army of hired costumed criminals to backup him, with the goal of killing Kick Ass and everyone he loves. Starting from damaging and killing his "superhero" allies, and even going as far as killing his dad and kidnapping him during his dad's funeral. After saving Kick Ass from Motherfucker's mooks, Hit-Girl and Kick Ass last time teams up and with other costumed superheroes they fight with The Motherfucker and his evil army. After a rough victory, Hit-Girl leaves the New York in order to protect Marcus from police inquiry and because she is wanted for murdering several of the people.
Allies: Big Daddy (Father; deceased), Unnamed mother (Deceased), Marcus Williams (Her guardian), Kick Ass (Friend, ally, love interest), Justice Forever)
Enemies: Frank D'Amico (Nemesis; deceased), Chris D'Amico/Red Mist/The Motherfucker, Mother Russia (Deceased), Toxic-Mega Cunts, random street thugs and drug dealers
Note: Hit-Girl's feats from Kick Ass 2 will be seperated from her feats in Kick Ass as not only she is 2 years older in the sequel (she is 15 in Kick Ass 2 as confirmed by Dave/Kick Ass and so she should be around 13 in Kick Ass as the events of Kick Ass 2 happens 2 years later from the first one and Hit-Girl was a highschool freshman in Kick Ass 2)
Note 2: ın Kick Ass 2 her feats as filled with adrenaline will gonna get seperated by her regular feats.
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Source Material: All feats are pulled from the movies Kick Ass, and Kick Ass 2. You can see which feats are from which movie since i will seperate her first movie feats and second movie feats. ​

Kick Ass

Physicals

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Strength
Striking Strength:

• Knocks a man to a seat with a kick to the face
• Backflip kicks a man in the face strong enough to lift him off his feet, sending him like a feet away through a glass table
• After throwing a butterfly knife into a man's stomach Hit-Girl kicks the knife and man with enough force to push the guy several feet away and make the knife dragged to his crotch from stomach
• Kicks a man in the stomach with both legs strong enough to send him a few feet away
• Shatters a glass bottle on Frank D'Amico's head

Striking Strength (her signature weapon a seperatable staff with blades on it's both ends):

• Stabs through a man's body
• Slices through a glass bottle
• Slashes a man's back, than stabs him
• Stabs a man
• Slices through a man's leg, than stabs his back
• Slices through a lamp stem
• Stabs through a woman alonside a metal door behind her with both of the blades of the staff

Physical/lifting/throwing/other:

• Throws a shuriken with enough force to pin it to a wall
• Climbs onto a man's back, holds the said man's arm from moving it with one hand, throws a wire-attrached knife through an another guy's wrist, than grabs the man she is on between her legs, than rolls to the ground, flipping the guy with her legs in the process. Makes a guy she stabbed with the wire-attached knife shoot himself with his own gun by forcing him to do with the said rope, with the guy not being able to break out of it
• Throws an empty handgun to a man's face with enough force to hurt him
• Can support her weight by holding onto a shelv with one hand and accurately shoot a handgun with her other meanwhile doing that (as a note given she wears a bulletproof suit it's safe to say she weighs a tad bit more than a regular 10 year old would weigh)

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Durability
Blunt force:

• Big Daddy shoots Hit-Girl with kevlar armor so that she will gonna get used to it, than off-screen gets shot twice more
  • As a note, Big Daddy used low velocity bullets on purpose so that she wouldn't get hurt
• Gets shot with a handgun 3 times (to her bulletproof suit) and than falls couple meters. This temporarily knocked her out for an unknown amount of time.
• Gets kicked in the face by Frank D'Amico, but this causes her to fall and gives her a bloody nose
  • Frank is strong enough to break the legs of his table by slamming Hit-Girl to it
• Gets choked by Frank D'Amico for several seconds, than gets thrown onto a table by him
• Gets hit in the face by Frank D'Amico, than gets slammed to a table by him with enough force to break it's legs
• Gets punched in the face by Frank D'Amico twice. But she was barely concious after this

Piercing:

• She herself doesn't have any notable resistance to piercing damage, but her suit has shown to be immune to at least low caliber handguns (will be mentioned in equipment section)

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Speed/Agility
Movement/Agility:

• Does a backflip kick, does a cartwheel
• Slashes a mook with wire-attached knife before he pulls a gun, than runs and climbs up to an another mook that just saw her attacking that mook before he was able to pull his gun and shoot her
• Does a 4 step wall flip on a plain wall

Reaction/combat:

• Slices a glass bottle swung at her before it hits to her
• Avoids a knife swing by bending over
• Avoids a baseball bat swing by bending over
• Shoots a man in the head meanwhile jumping, shoots an another man in the head in fraction of a second, than turns 90 degrees and shoots her small flashlight, in the fraction of a second; doing all of this meanwhile being exposed to her continuously and fastly flashing flashlight
• Shots 3 guy in the head before any of them pull their guns and shoot her
• Slashes a mook with wire-attached knife before he pulls a gun, than runs and climbs up to an another mook that just saw her attacking that mook before he was able to pull his gun and shoot her
• Solos more than a dozen of Frank D'Amico's armed man in narrow corridor with guns by only using two pistol; shoots down 3 of the man before the said mans start to shoot their guns, than aim-dodges some gunfire, than before they start to shoot their weapons again she kicks a guy, headshots a guy that was behind her meanwhile being in air than headshots an another man, aimdodges gunfire, shot an another man in the head, aim-dodges gunfire, shoots an another man in the head. Meanwhile in a middle of the battle running forward she reloads her guns by throwing two magazine in front of her than just after catching them with her handguns meanwhile they were spinning in air, shoots two guy that were in her sides than just after shots an another guy with a shotgun
• Catches a falling handgun

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Equipments

Hit-Girl (and Big Daddy before he died) has access to many different firearms and weapons in their house with it's not known how they managed to find all of them. Although it should be noted in standart battles Hit-Girl obviously doesn't use all of them combined and generally stick with her suit, her standart staff, some pistols and rarely other objects like nunchakus. And even in the battles where she is prepared you won't see her carrying dozen different guns with her or something.
Weapons:

• A seperatable staff that has blades on it's both ends (standart weapon)
• A shuriken
• Two butterfly knife her dad gave her in her birthday
• A knife and a Heckler & Koch USP Compact
• a Heckler & Koch USP Compact with a suppressor
• A wire-attached knife
• A Heckler & Koch USP Compact and a SIG-Sauer P232
• Dozens of different firearms ranging from pistols to rifles, as you can see on the walls
  • This includes a bazooka, and also a jetpack with gatling guns on it
  • These were originally Big Daddy's before he death

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Armor:

• Her suit can take bullets from a handgun

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Other equipments:

• Nightvision goggles
• Hit-Girl has a kryptonite for emergency situations; no, no, not that green rock that is the counter of Superman. The kryptonite i'm mentioning is a small, continuously and fastly flashing flashlight that can be mounted on guns, which prevents her oppenents from attacking because of the flash
• Has a suitcase that has 3 million dollar in it

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Other

Intelligence:

• Dresses like a regular girl so that she could trick Frank D'Amico's man into think that she is just a regular girl
• Seperates the flashlight that was mounted into her gun than puts it into a random shelves, which tricks mooks into thinking she was behind the said shelves

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Skill:

• Hit-Girl swinging a butterfly knife, 2
• Does a backflip kick
• Can use her double bladed staff well
• Throws a butterfly knife to a man
• Headshots a guy, than shoots two production lights
• Kills a man by throwing two kitchen knife to him
• Can accurately shoot people with a handgun
• Shoots her own small flashlight from tens of feet away in fraction of a second despite getting continuously exposed to it's flashing (Go to 29. second)
• Throws a wire attached knife to a man's wrist, than with the said wire attached knife she makes the guy shoot himself with his own gun
• Can accurately shoot people with her two pistols and also running and jumping around

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Other:

• Knows the butterfly knive her dad gave were made in Flippino, knows which gun AR-15 is lighter small version caliber version of, knows John Woo's first feature film
• Can drive cars

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Kick Ass 2

Physicals

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Strength
Striking Strength:

• Beats the shit out of 4 thugs with a nunchaku, kicks the said nunchaku with enough force to send it to one of the thug's face, releasing blood out of his face and knocking him out to possibly kill him
• Effortlessly kicks a man in the face strong enough to send him multiple feet away, shattering front window of a car, doing all of this meanwhile being on top a moving van and not being on her feet
• Kicks the backdoor of a van to the back of guy strong enough to drop him off the van
• Knocks The Tumor to the ground with a pistol whip
• Stabs through Black Death's eye and sphenoid bone with ease by redirecting Black Death's own finger to his eye, spurting some blood
  • Black Death is a boxer
• Blocks a hit from Mother Russia, stops Mother Russia's arm with her hand
  • Mother Russia Respect Thread
• [ADRENALINE] Hurts Mother Russia by hitting her stomach, slashes her legs with glass shards, stabs Mother Russia in the back and stomach with glass shards, cuts Mother Russia's wrist armor (you can see blood came from her arms), than stabs Mother Russia with more glass shards
  • Mother Russia Respect Thread

Striking Strength (her signature weapon a seperatable staff with blades on it's both ends):

• Stabs through a man's foot and also propably partially ground given how he wasn't able to escape after Hit-Girl did that
• Chops a man's hand off clean

Physical Strength:

• Puts Kick Ass in an armbar
• Effortlessly pulls her staff out of the guy's foot she stabbed meanwhile said person wasn't able to do the same thing despite trying for half a minute
• Hangs on to the top of a moving van by putting 3 of her fingers inside of bullet holes on the van, doing all of this despite the driver moving the van erratically
• Holds onto the side of a van
• Effortlessly disarms Black Death, Black Death couldn't show resistance againist Hit Girl redirecting his finger and hand to his eye
  • Black Death is a boxer
• Temporarily ties up with Mother Russia than puts her in an armbar. But Mother Russia gets rid of it by biting Hit-Girl's leg. Also should be noted that during majority of their fight Mother Russia was clearly superior to Hit-Girl in strength to some extend, at least before Hit-Girl get amped with adrenaline

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Durability
Blunt force:

• A grenade exploding close to her flings her away with enough force to shatter the arm of a small statue. This temporarily knocked her our
• Gets a backhand from Mother Russia with enough force to lift her off the ground, gets punched in the face by Mother Russia, gets kicked by Mother Russia with enough force to getting launched several yards away (i already posted Mother Russia respect thread twice so don't wait for me to do it third time)
• Gets hit in the face by Mother Russia twice, than gets flipped to ground by her
• Gets thrown through a large glass table by Mother Russia
• Gets strangled between Mother Russia's legs
• [ADRENALINE] No sells getting punched in the face twice by Mother Russia

Piercing Damage:

• She herself doesn't have any notable resistance to piercing damage, but she still retains her suit from the first movie, which has shown to be able to take shots from certain handguns

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Speed/Agility
Movement/Agility:

• Climbs like ten meters or more by using rectangle pipe on it to enter her room from the window than lays on the bed and covers herself with the quilt, doing all of it in seconds
• Does some front handsprings, does some back handsprings, does a no-handed cartwheel
• Somehow catches up a moving van
• Does a backroll meanwhile being on a moving van, does a wheelchair meanwhile being on a moving van
• Does a 4 step wall flip on a plain wall
• [ADRENALINE] Moves much faster than glass shards falling

Reaction/Combat:

• Blocks a hit from a thug. Attacks thugs faster than they can react
• Rolls around on the top of a van without getting shot even once from one of the mooks inside of the van shooting the top of a van with an AK contiunously. Meanwhile doing that at some point she falls from the top of the van but manages to hold onto the said van's side
• Aim dodges a pistol shot
• [ADRENALINE] Throws shards of glass into air, than pick up some of the falling shards of glass and stab Mother Russia several times before she could react and most of the shards would hit on the ground

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Equipment

Just like i said before, Hit-Girl has access to many weapons and more, whatever most of the time she doesn't pick up anything beyond her suit, her bladed staff and some pistols in standart fights. Whatever she obviously can use more when the situation needs them.
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Weapons:

• A seperatable staff that has blades on it's both ends (standart weapon)
• A nunchaku
• A glock 17
• Many different variety of weapons; pistols, submachine guns, assault rifles, tonfas, katanas, other melee weapons, bows, crossbows, etc. during training Kick Ass she shots him with a SIG-sauer P230
  • The armor and sniper rifle of Big Daddy is also here
• Two SIG-sauer P230s
• Thrown knives

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Armor:

• She still retains her bulletproof suit from original Kick Ass movie

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Vehicles:

• Has a purple-colored motorcycle, and a purple colored motorcycle helmet

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Other:

• "Last resort:" 2 syringes that has adrenaline inside of it
  • During her battle with Mother Russia Hit-Girl used one of them, which increased her strength, durability (or at least pain tolerance) and gave her a massive speed boost
• Sick Stick: A military device that can give target diarrhea and cause them rapidly shit and puke. According to Hit-Girl herself this device was originally created for crown control, but later it get deemed as "too severe"

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Other

Intelligence:

• During the van fight she holds onto the side of a van in a way no one would see her, when the mook with AK goes to look if she dropped or not she kicks the backdoor off the van and causes the dude to fall out of the car
• Takes an adrenaline syringe, than acts like she was going to stab Mother Russia with it, which leads her to believe that the syringe is not adrenaline but rather something dangerous, which causes her to stab the needle to Hit-Girl, injecting her with adrenaline

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Skill:

• Puts Kick Ass in an armbar
• Precisely swings around a nunchaku and uses it to beat the shit out of 4 thugs
• Does some martial arts moves
• Shoots several mooks in the head. The said mooks were inside of the jeep meanwhile Hit-Girl was on top of it so somehow she managed accurately headshots this guys without seeing them
• Temporarily ties up with Mother Russia than puts her in an armbar

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Other:

• Can draw a motorcycle even at high speeds
• Can headshot people without seeing them
• Made The Tumor talk about where the Motherfucker is and what he is planning by threatening Tumor to make him eat his own dick
• Knows russian

Basically what the title says. I’ve watched my diet for almost a year now and at first it worked out great. My diarrhea was gone, the stomach aches were better and I felt like my nose wasn’t closed up - breathing was much easier. However, ever since winter, I’ve been in tumult. I’m in social isolation, due to my many mental health issues and it began to stress me out real bad, as my anxiety and OCD thoughts went through the roof. Ever since, my symptoms have returned worse than ever, even though I keep a strict diet. I was so stressed, my stomach got inflamed, my nose is shut most of the day and my throat is almost sore. I also sometimes get rapid heartbeat (similar to when I’m exposed to dog dander, which I am allergic to, it’s pretty much the same reaction, but less awful). Diarrhea and cramping is back, as well as itchy skin. But the skin doesn’t bother me too much, there aren’t huge rashes, just sometimes a few small areas that feel bothered. I’ve had high emotional stress, my level is constantly 60-70/100 stress. So my question is: can a high amount of histamine be released just from me having this much emotional stress? (For more context: I got an allergy test done last year and I was highly allergic to dog dander, but it also said that I have not enough DAO-enzymes to functionally go against histamine and therefore have too much histamine inside of me.)
Thanks so much in advance for reading and maybe replying! 🫶🏻

After 10 years of „ibs“ i‘m cured. A series of GPs and specialists have failed me greatly and told me it was ibs when my debilitating symptoms were actually a seriously malfunctioning gallbladder.
It‘s been 2 months since i got the root of my issues removed and i‘m able to eat EVERYTHING like a normal person. No cramps, nausea, diarrhea and definitely no 11 hours of pain. (Greetings to the ER nurse who sent me home, thinking i was drug seeking, with what was apparently a gall colic.)
For every one here who doesn’t have the answer yet:

1. don’t give up, fight for a diagnosis and don’t believe you have „just anxiety“ or „nothing wrong“.
   
2. please give me the food you‘ve been dreaming of eating again but are too scared to try bc of ibs. I‘m a vegetarian so if it’s a meaty thing i will try the veg. Version of the dish.
   

i didn’t have a very good night with nausea and anxiety but it passed and i managed to fall asleep. check my last post for the full thing.
anyway, i woke up this morning with very mild cramping and i initially thought it was period cramps but i’m not due on.
i went to the bathroom and it was quite loose🫠 i don’t think it was diarrhea as it wasn’t pure liquid but it was like soft lumps that float (so sorry for how tmi this is) and it came out kinda fast. i’ve had 2 episodes of this. it’s not an urgent feeling, like i can hold it quite easily but idk
i’m low level nauseous but it could very well just be hunger as i last ate something 6 hours ago. i’m also SUPER gassy. like i’m 💨 a lot 😭
my diet isn’t great and i don’t eat a lot, had a curry last night but surely that wouldn’t have taken 12 hours to hit?
does this sound like the start of something? i have no idea if these things start gradually or if i’d be hit with immediate full on diarrhea. i’m scared haha. help

Just wanted to share my experience with the abortion pill today to hopefully ease someone else's anxiety. I have endometriosis and reading everyone's experiences with at-home abortions using mifeprestone and misoprostol had me extremely scared of the pain and I was very anxious beforehand. I was 7 weeks and some change when I got my pills delivered through AidAccess. I had been having extreme nausea and vomiting for about a week beforehand, didn't know if it was hyperemesis gravidarum but I was ready for it to be over. I took one mifeprestone at around 10:15 pm Thursday night, and felt nauseous as usual on Friday, then woke up around 5 am on Saturday bleeding. I took 800 mg ibuprofen, 2 anti-nausea pills, and 1 mg xanax at 12 pm, an hour before i took the 4 misoprostol pills buccally. Around 20-30 minutes after taking the pills I began to feel the cramps and oddly enough the cramps at the beginning were the worst. I made a little nest for myself on my bathroom floor with a heating pad, a mindless tv show playingon my ipad, and an ice pack on my neck and laid there for hours, the cramps gradually ebbing and flowing. At times I did feel like I would pass out but never did. It never got as painful as my most painful period cramps, which I was very grateful for. I didn't puke or have diarrhea at all, also very grateful for that. At around 6 I took 400 mg ibuprofen and another 1 mg Xanax. About an hour afterwards I felt the need to push and passed a huge clot- on further inspection there was 2- one blood clot and one clot of pregnancy tissue. I immediately felt relief and went back to lying down. Its 1:30 am now and I'm still getting a few rolling cramps and bleeding. I soaked through 2 huge diaper sized maxi pads in around 12 hours, no clue if i lost too much blood but I'm hydrating and eating now so I think I'll be fine. I live in a very strict no abortion state so going to the hospital is a very last resort. Hopefully my story will relieve someone's anxiety, there's a lot of horror stories out there but my experience was definitely way better than I expected.

Hi, not sure if this has been documented before but here I am, giving my 2 cents worth to everyone who needs this. I know it’s been really tough on everyone who has to go through this. It’s a really long post, so if you are short on time, just go straight to the heading in bold to find out what you’re looking for.
I don't know where everyone is from, but I am from Singapore and apparently, I can’t find any related posts by Singaporeans in any subreddits. If any fellow countryman needs this, there you go. For fellow netizens with Hip Dysplasia, there might be differences in the processes, but I suppose the recovery process is just about the same. Hope this helps, nonetheless!
Pre-diagnosis I have been a leisure runner in my late teens, and pretty much run about 5 to 10km regularly til mid-20s. It started with knee pain in a particular race, and the pain continued for a couple of years more. I had wanted to train for a half marathon, but I also wanted to ensure that I started my training right and pain-free. So I went to straight to a Sports Specialist Doctor in a Public Hospital and she diagnosed me with a Runner’s Knee (or formally known as Patellofemoral Pain Syndrome, PFPS) after looking through my x-ray, and my description of pain. She referred me to the Podiatrist and the Physiotherapist for gait correction and muscle strengthening. It was going on fine for a while, but I still couldn’t run pain-free. Then Covid came, and the appointments have to be suspended. But I was still doing my physio exercises and running about 2.5 to 5km when we were allowed to.
Diagnosis As more restrictions eased, I began training for speed, and that was when the pain started coming from the hip, and walking became strangely painful with a pinching sensation at the hip/groin area at this point. I sought help from a private physiotherapist to find out what happened. After a few sessions, he realized something was not right and suggested me to get a hip x-ray done. And so I did, at a Polyclinic, and the x-ray showed shallow acetabulum and I got referred (again) to a Sports Specialist to get a MRI done. And LHP with a labrum tear was the diagnosis. And to no surprise… I got referred to another Specialist again, who was affirmative that I need a LPAO and at the same time broke it to me that I have a RHP which will need a PAO too. If you need to know the timeline - I had the x-ray done at the end of 2022, MRI done on mid-2023, LPAO done at the start of 2024.
Pre-surgery Preparation (Work) Check with your doctor on the estimated rest period (mine’s 3months) and inform your boss about it. The surgery will most likely be about 5 hours max, hospital stay 5 days, and you will be on 2 crutches for 6-8 weeks, and another 1-2 weeks on 1 crutch to stabilize your walking. You might be able to resume work obligations if it’s a sedentary job or another 6 more weeks of home rest if your work requires much walking or manual labour. So it’s really important to work out with your boss and colleagues for a proper handover so that you can concentrate solely on recovery.
Pre-surgery Preparation (Hospital) There will be a blood test / some swab done 3 – 4 weeks prior to the surgery; the nurse will let you know. You will be under General Anesthesia (GA) during the surgery, so fasting is required a day before is required.
Do pack light for your hospital stay. Use a backpack for convenience. Clothes to wear after discharge + source of entertainment and communication is enough. You wouldn’t want to carry a lot of things home after discharge when you’re on 2 crutches.
Pre-surgery Preparation (Insurance + Hospital Wards) Do inform your Insurance Agent / Company about it so that they are aware. It may or may not be covered, so please get in touch with them as soon as you have the details.
[Singapore’s context] There will be a pre-admission appointment with the hospital staff about 3 weeks before the scheduled surgery, which the staff with share with you the cost of the different class wards. Basically, Class C (8-bedded) and Class B2 (6-bedded) wards are fully subsidized by the government. I can’t remember how much a Class B1 (4-bedded) ward costs, but probably about 10-15K SGD. Class A (1-bedded) is about 21-23K SGD. The staff with help you out with the Letter of Guarantee (LOG) from your Insurance Company and will let you know in about 2 weeks if the application for LOG is successful, if not you would have to prepare for the bills depending on your chosen ward (either Class A or Class B1). There is no need for LOG for Class C and Class B2 wards, since it’s fully government-subsidized. Medisave and MediShield/IPs will be used for all Class Wards (Note: IPs is only applicable to 30 years old and above). My insurance allows me to be in the Class A ward and the application for LOG was also successful, thankfully.
Pre-surgery Preparation (Personal) Since you will be on crutches, do arrange your house to accommodate that. A folding bedside table, a caddy trolley, a long-arm grabber, pillows are items that you can prepare beforehand. Do also ensure that your toilet is slip-free as well or restructure it in a way that is beneficial for you. I had to bathe sitting on the toilet bowl for the 1^st week as it is difficult to make it slip-free. It got better 2^nd week onwards when I was allowed a 30% weight-bearing on my operated side, so I could be in the showering area. You will be at home and ‘confine’ to the bed/chair most of the time, so it’d be good to have some form of entertainment at home. Nanoblocks, Colouring books, Wordsearch, Sudoku, Crosswords, Netflix, Disney+, Hbo, Reading, Crocheting, Journalling, Zoom with friends are some of the things that you can do / prepare before surgery. You may or may not have energy for them, but that’s ok, the main idea is to focus on resting and having a sound mind so that you won’t be discouraged / feel bored / unmotivated. For meal wise, it’d be good if your family can cook / buy food, if not do ensure that your budget allows you to get food delivery for 6-8 weeks. I got my meals from Grabfood. Do ensure that you have a good chair – not those that put your knees above your hips.
Day of surgery If you can, do arrive 5-10mins earlier to settle in after registration.
[Singapore’s context] Do note that the staff who registers you in will ask you for the person to contact after the surgery. It’d be a text message to inform the person on the end of your surgery and which ward you will be in. You will need to sign the LOG letter (if any) and proceed to take your height and weight at the self-administered machine. Wait and follow any instructions by the nurse. You will be asked to change into the hospital gown and the nurses will ask you more questions, just answer them accordingly. They will also help to keep your belongings in their storage and will deliver to your ward at their timeslot after your surgery.
Process of surgery The Anesthesiology team will introduce themselves to you and go through the pain management methods. They asked what method (they mentioned 3, but I only remembered what I had) I preferred, and I told them to go ahead with what they think was good for me. Epidural, it was. And so, I got pricked with needles and whatnots and they finally brought me into the operating room. I didn’t realize the room was so big and cold and there were many doctors and nurses around. They did their thing, and I was just trying not to feel awkward with so many people looking at my bareback and being in a very vulnerable state. It’s a little pricky and painful at some point. Do let them know if you’re too cold, they have this hot air thing that can warm you up. They will also insert a urine catheter for you to help with the bladder movements. I was quickly under General Anesthesia (GA) with a breathing mouthpiece (the Anesthesiologists will direct you on what to do). I woke up after the surgery with a very dry throat and asked if I could have some water. They gave me a tiny vial of water, just about enough to soothe my throat. I guess it was also caused I was under GA and couldn’t be given much for my stomach too. I was quite aware of what was going on though I was still a little sleepy. I had to be brought to the High Dependency Ward (HDW) due to low blood pressure.
After surgery (in HDW) I kept wanting to drink water but that also caused me to vomit out water and had no appetite for dinner. Nausea and vomiting are just some side effects of GA. (I remembered being disappointed that I couldn’t have the watermelon, I had wanted to eat that, but I knew I couldn’t stomach it) And little did I realize that was the last time I saw a watermelon during meal times (damn the side effects). I was also quite weak on my operated left side, I was not in that much of a pain, just some discomfort. I was given a self-administered morphine device too, there is this button that I can press to administer morphine into my system at regular interval, the device has some safety feature which helps to stop people from abusing it) Used it once after I had to be flipped over to be wiped clean by the nurse (at this time, I had given up on trying to maintain my dignity, though the nurses were quite humane about it, if you know what I mean) But I was also trying not to use the morphine at all cos it gave me more side effects like drowsiness and an even lower blood pressure). Thankfully I had a good Pain Team (that’s what they call themselves), which helped to lower the dosage after they realized I was not using it that much and I was still very drowsy (I fell asleep halfway unknowingly after talking to people), and eventually I was off it. I was taken for an x-ray after the nurse ascertained that my blood pressure was normal (since I had the catheter, I just sipped water without a care in the world, to help raise my blood pressure). And I administered the morphine once after they flipped me over for the x-ray (it was bloody hell painful and it took a lot of strength). Probably in a day or 2, the doctors decided to remove my epidural needle and I was finally free of it. The next thing to get rid of was the catheter. I had a love-hate relationship with it. I need to be able to pass motion to get rid of it, which I did after an arduous process. Constipation is a side effect of not moving around. Your stool will most definitely be a Type 1 under the Bristol Stool Chart but it will be back to normal in a few days or so. I did a little cheer when I finally pooped.
My physiotherapist came and pushed me to move around. The first step coming down from the bed was the hardest due to gravitational pull. My muscles needed to be woken up after lying down for 48 hours or more. I got transferred to General Ward (GW) soon after.
After surgery (GW) I had some bed exercises to help to wake up the muscles and I was using the walker to move around. It was tough doing the bed exercises, but they have to be done. I was also able to bath independently by sitting down on the bathing chair in the bathing area of the toilet. I still needed assistance to wear my pyjamas pants. So unfortunately, the nurse still had to be around when I bathed for safety purposes since I was a fall-risk patient.
At this time, I was trying to get out of bed and be in the chair and also use the walker more to help with moving around and getting the muscles up and running. I had 2 more physio sessions with the crutches. Using the walker frequently helped with the use of crutches. (You will know what I meant when you have tried both out. You can push yourself but please do not force it if you are not strong enough yet.) My doctors have cleared me for discharge, I just need my physiotherapist to clear me too (they have to be sure that I can use the crutches properly and safely and also complete simple daily adaptive skills). Finally, I got cleared for discharge. I got the medication, and it was a cashless and fuss-free stay/process for me. I stayed in the hospital for 7 days (3.5 days in HDW, 3.5 days in GW). Remember to get your crutches before leaving the hospital.
Home rest 1st Week I must say, it’s really liberating to be at home, though it’s really a chore to move around. I did my physio exercises about 3x a day and just be a sloth. I was still very tired, but it was difficult to sleep. I’m usually a side sleeper, but I had to sleep on my back for 6 weeks, at least. My doctors said that I could sleep on my unoperated side, but it can be achy.
Home rest 2nd Week Things are looking up a little more since I could place a 30% weight on my left. I could enter the showering area now, just be careful not to overload the operated side. 2 crutches are still a must to prevent any overloading of weight to help with the recovery. Protein and calcium-rich food are your best friend. Again, do your physio exercises regularly. I still do mine 3x a day.
Home rest 7th Week Finally, I got to put full weight on my operated side. Happily, I tried to ditch BOTH my crutches, please do not be like me! Ease into walking slowly. Use 1 crutch to help you with the gravity pull as you put 100% weight on both legs. It is also possible to ditch the crutch and try walking on very short distances, do take care of your walking form. If you limp badly, please use 1 crutch and practice walking. I did try stairs and use the railings if necessary. I managed to ditch the crutches by Week 8. Physio continues, if you have access to the gym, please go ahead, slowly. I am sleeping both on my back and on my unoperated side now.
Home rest 13th Week Not sure if things are still looking good, but my knees kinda hurt, and that’d be another story for another day. I am cleared to resume work, though I still got to be careful with the walking and all.
Week 14 – Week 18 (current) I think since I am walking a lot more, I am limping a little, but not enough for a need to bring back the crutch. It got more achy when I’m sleeping on my unoperated side and still a little discomfort if I try to sleep on my operated side. My operated side is still weak and achy when I walk or sit or lie down. I am still doing my physio, though not 3x a day now.
I am not too sure how I will progress but that’s my journey thus far. Happy to share here and to answer any questions you may have.
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I am a36F, from Ontario, CA, 5' and roughly 135lbs. I am experiencing an onslaught of confusing symptoms and I'm hoping to hear from others who may have experienced similar things and what the diagnosis/culprit was.
For the last 8-9 months I have been struggling with gastro issues. I thought it was lactose intolerance so I cut back on dairy and then took lactaid when I wanted to "indulge". Things were going somewhat fine. I'd still have days where I felt awful or had diarrhea but I just assumed I overdid something and moved on.
In the last 2 months, I've had episodes of diarrhea lasting multiple days, severe stomach cramps, nausea, some vomitting, bloating and recently hives.
I just had a colonoscopy and endoscopy about 2 weeks ago and awaiting for results from the biopsies to rule out celiac/IBD/microscopic colitus. I'm trying to limit gluten and dairy. But am so lost as to what is causing my worsening symptoms.

When I was ten, I formed a junior detective squad.
Mom bought me the entire box set of What's New Scooby Doo, and I was inspired to start my very own detective gang. I held auditions outside the gymnasium at recess (serious enquiries only) after a number of kids tried to apply for the role of Scooby Doo despite me reiterating I was not interested in playing make believe.
When I was laughed at in class, I made posters strictly asking for SERIOUS wannabe detectives, even going as far as using my Mom’s printer to make flyers, sticking them all over the school.
Auditions were simple. I asked them to solve a simple riddle.
Whoever impressed me got to sign their name down, and I’d get back to them.
I spent three days sifting through kids who definitely had charm, but they lacked the intelligence of a junior detective. Most kids were only auditioning to make fun of me, anyway.
Still, though, I didn't give up.
My flyers had five requirements:
1). You had to be smart.
2). You were not allowed to be a scaredy cat.
3). You had to accept your inevitable death at the hands of our town’s evil villains.
4). You had to have a fully registered driving licence (I quickly changed this to a bike).
5). You cannot have a criminal record.
(I later scribbled this one out, writing over it. *“You cannot have any tardies.”
Narrowing the applicants down to three kids, all of whom failed to share my enthusiasm for solving cases. The kids I picked didn't even know how to make plans, and when I invited them to my house, they stole my Mom’s necklace.
I didn't even need to solve the mystery of who stole Mom’s necklace. The girl was wearing it at school. I punched her in the face, and was immediately sent to the principal’s office. When I was being given the mother all lectures, the door quietly opened, a head peeking through.
It was Ben Callows, a freckly kid with overgrown brown hair hanging in his eyes. Ben really needed a haircut.
He was always wearing the exact same baseball cap, and I found myself wondering if it was permanently glued to his head, stuck on top of unruly brown curls practically matted to his forehead.
In class, Ben was also known as Bloody Ben. In the second grade, the boy had a nosebleed in the middle of a spelling test, bleeding all over his paper.
It's not like he didn't try and detach himself from the name.
Ben brought in Digimon cards, so kids would call him Digimon Ben instead.
Then he “accidentally” spilled yoghurt down his shirt in hopes we would call him Yoghurt Ben. But no. The kids in our class were relentless in reminding him of his name. No matter what he did, he was still Bloody Ben, and when anything related to blood came up in class, fifteen pairs of eyes would swivel to him, like he had invented the concept of bleeding.
I feared the nickname would follow him to junior high.
Ben didn't wait to be let in. He didn't even knock, striding in with his arms folded. Over the years, Bloody Ben, had definitely soured his personality.
He smiled rarely, and when he did smile, someone was falling over or hurting themselves.
Which definitely strengthened the claims of him being a sociopath.
The rumor mill was churning, with the latest claiming Bloody Ben killed his cat. That wasn't true. Ben’s cat was seventeen with cancer, and that was why he was sobbing all the way through reading time.
According to Ellie Daly, however, Ben had killed and dissected his kitty, and buried her in his Mom’s flowers.
Now, my principal did not like being interrupted, especially when she was in the middle of screaming at me.
Principal Marrow was old old (like, thirty, in my ten year old mind) stick thin like a pencil, and always wore the same stained sweater.
She used to be pretty, but I was convinced she had kissed a frog and been cursed. After our old principal suffered a stroke, she stepped in as a temporary replacement, and since becoming principal, had banned my favorite book series, colored shoe laces, and hamburger helper, even officiating a uniform.
(vomit green shorts and a tee, and plain white sneakers).
Kids were convinced she was a witch, and I kind of believed it.
Principal Marrow’s whole existence was built on sucking the fun out of school.
I was already reprimanded for my mystery gang flyers.
Her office smelled of peppermint and she was definitely sneaking sips of whisky in her coffee cup. I could see the bottle sticking out of the trash.
She straightened up, folding her arms across her chest, squinty eyes narrowing at the boy. I had spent the whole time she was lecturing me trying not to cry, my fists bunched in my lap.
I took the distraction as the perfect opportunity to swipe at my eyes, allowing myself to breathe.
Ben Callows was her victim now.
I was right. The woman's voice was like a thunderclap in my ears.
“You better have a good reason for not knocking, young man.”
Ben wasn't fazed by her tone. “You took my Switch two weeks ago,” he said, “I want it back, or I’m telling my Mom.”
At first, I thought I'd misheard him.
No, I was pretty sure he'd threatened our principal.
I swore I heard all of the breath sucked from the room.
“I'm sorry,” Principal Marrow cleared her throat. Her soft tone was dangerous.
She wasn't being nice. The lady was about to explode.
I could see visible veins straining in her temples, her right eye twitching.
It was straight out of a cartoon.
“Did you forget something, Ben?”
Ben sighed, like she was inconveniencing him.
He held out his hand. “Please can I have my Switch back? It counts as stolen property. Give it back, or I'm telling my Mom.”
The kid put so much emphasis on the word please, I couldn't resist a smile.
I think our principal was too shocked to get angry.
“Get out.” She said, firmly. “I don't have your gaming device.”
“It's in your drawer.” Ben nodded to her desk, “Under your divorce papers and the restraining order ordered by Jake Willow, the seventeen year old boy you've been having math ‘tutoring sessions’ with.” He quoted the air, his gaze lazily rolling to me. “Tutoring”
Principal Marrow went deathly pale, her eyes darkening.
“Benjamin Callows–”
“The school already knows about the restraining order, but your uncle is the head of the Board of Education, so all you get is a slap on the wrist and a warning to leave the boy alone."
Ben continued, and I found myself mesmerised by his words. He was a natural, his expression stoic, mouth curved with satisfaction that wasn't quite a smile. “However.” He held up his phone, pulling it away at the exact moment the teacher attempted to grab it. “You were outside Jake Willow’s house at 6:12am, drunk, and trying to climb through his window, which, I think violates the restraining order, does it not?”
Ben pretended to think real hard, his gaze flicking to the ceiling.
“I mean, I'm just a kid, right?” His mouth curled into the hint of a smirk
“What do I know, huh?”
Principal Marrow’s expression twisted, her lip wobbling.
“Mr Callows, remove yourself from my office, or I am calling your father.”
Leaning comfortably against the door, Ben’s lip twitched.
“Why? Are you planning on telling my Dad about your relations with a teenage boy, or will I have to tell him instead?”
I was enthralled, and fully disgusted, making a move to inch away from the woman.
“But it doesn't end there.” Ben continued. He straightened up, taking slow, intimidating steps towards the woman's desk. “You don't even want Jake, do you? Because, once upon a time, you were in love with his father. Jason Willow. You despised him for rejecting you, so you decided to defile his son.” Ben leaned over the principal’s desk, slipping his hand into the drawer, and pulling out his switch.
Painfully slowly.
She stood there, speechless, her shoulders trembling.
Ben smiled, and I found myself liking it.
“Thank you!” He said, waving the console in her face. Ben mimed locking his mouth and throwing away the key.
“My lips are sealed.”
Ben’s half lidded eyes found mine. “Are ya coming, Panda?”
I forgot my own nickname.
Panda.
I wore my Mom’s eyeliner because I thought it looked cool.
It did not.
Finding my breath, I snapped out of it.
Jumping up, I followed him out of the office, and when the two of us were safely on the hallway, I burst into hysterical giggles. “How did you know all of that?!” I whisper- shrieked.
Ben surprised me with a splutter. “Wait. You believed me?”
Something very cold trickled down my spine.
I stopped walking. “You lied?”
He shrugged. “I had a dig around her office before she caught me a few days ago,” Ben swung his arms, a smile curling on his mouth. “There's no restraining order, but there is prescription anti-psychosis medicine, and an extremely detailed story on her laptop about a teachestudent romance, which I presume is a self insert.”
Ben shot me a sickly grin. “The school refused to make her condition public.”
He prodded at his own cotton shirt embroidered with the school emblem.
“Why do you think she's made all these dumb rules? The woman is a certified Looney Tune.”
I nodded slowly. “Wait. What about Jake and his dad?”
“I made them up.”
I choked out a laugh. “And… the video?”
Ben walked faster, pulling out his phone and shoving it in my face. The video was real. Principal Marrow was walking around in circles, draped in her nightgown. “It's her own house,” he explained. “She locked herself out.”
Nodding slowly, I was in awe. Bloody Ben was kind of fucking amazing.
“But the restraining order isn't real.”
Ben raised a brow, coming to an abrupt halt. It was his smile that cemented his place in my gang. His lack of empathy for a woman he had gaslit into being a disgusting human being. Ben Callows wasn't exactly what I was looking for, but he fascinated me. Maybe for the wrong reasons. “Her filing cabinets are filled with tinned cat food, Panda,” he said with an exaggerated sigh, “I’m not psychic, but I thiiiiink we’ll be okay.”
I turned to him, unable to stop myself jumping up and down with excitement.
“Will you be my first?!”
Ben inclined his head. “Will I be your what?”
I shook my head. “Sorry. I mean, will you join my mystery gang?”
The boy’s eyes lit up, and I shoved him playfully.
“To solve real cases,” I corrected myself. “Not make them up.”
Ben wore a real, proper smile. But there was something in his eyes, a darkness that was so hollow and polluted and wrong, I pretended not to see it for the sake of his smarts and intellect. “Well, if you insist, sure!” Ben held out his hand, and I shook it. I'll be your first.”
We found our second member, who was, ironically, looking for her glasses under the table in class. Lucy Prescott, the quiet girl, was born to be with us.
The class eraser went missing, and she found it in the blink of an eye.
When questioned, Lucy’s face turned as red as her hair. “I asked everyone in the class and followed the clues to the last person who had it,” she pointed to Chase Simpson. “Which was Chase, who was throwing it at Marcus Calvin.”
Twisting around in my chair, I aimed to get Ben’s attention. But he was already looking at me, chin resting on his fist, eyes ignited with excitement.
The two of us cornered Lucy after class, and when she motioned for us to get back, I dragged Ben (who was a little too excited) to my side.
Lucy looked mildly horrified when I said, dangerous cases, though her expression pricked with intrigue.
She agreed, her gaze lingering on Ben, cheeks smouldering.
Our last two members were a surprise.
Violet Evergreen was what you would call popular on the middle school hierarchy. Not just because her mother was the mayor, but because Violet could get away with murder. The girl refused to wear the school uniform, coloring a single purple streak in her hair to cement herself as the it girl.
She was also one of the girls who started the Bloody Ben rumor.
Ben, Lucy, and I were sitting on the grass during recess, trying to come up with a name for our detective service, when Violet came storming over, hands planted on her hips. She was copying how her mother held herself during town meetings.
“What are you doing?” Violet demanded.
Lucy opened her mouth to answer, Ben nudging her to shut up.
“Making a mystery gang.” I told her. “Why?”
Violet inclined her head. “Oh.” She folded her arms. “Well, can I join?”
Ben stood up, stepping in front of the girl. Violet didn't move, stubbornly standing her ground. “Sure.” Ben flashed a grin that didn't quite reach his eyes. He stepped closer to her, his smile widening. “If you can pass the test.”
Violet’s lip curled. She took a single step back. “What kind of test?”
Ben nodded to me. “Meet us at the swimming pool at 8pm.”
To my surprise, Violet nodded. “Do I need to bring anything?”
“Nope!”
8pm. The four of us met outside the local swimming pool.
Violet was already on the other side of the fence, waving.
“Hey guys!”
I noticed Ben’s expression, his eyes darkening, lip curling.
Still though, he maintained positivity, vaulting over the fence.
“You made it!”
I followed him, helping Lucy, who was immediately freaking out. I didn't blame her. The pool looked cold and dark, a hollow oblivion carved into the ground.
Ben and Violet stood on the edge, the two of them shoulder to shoulder.
Violet Evergreen was braver than I thought.
Standing with her arms at her sides, Violet's hands clenched into fists.
“What's the test?” Violet said, her gaze glued to bleeding black depths.
“I don't know,” Ben murmured, his voice teetering on a giggle. He leaned forwards, arms spread out. “I didn't think you'd actually come meet us.”
Violet hummed, stretching out her leg, teasing it across the surface. “Was that the test?”
The boy leaned back. I caught the glint of a grin under the floodlights. “Nah.”
Before I knew what was happening, he shoved Violet into the pool. The girl didn't scream or shriek, she just hit the surface, sinking into pitch dark nothing.
“Sink or swim,” Ben said in a low murmur, when Violet’s head bobbed under water. I could see her shadow under the surface, imagining the freezing cold depths pulling her down.
“Drown, and you can't join us.”
It was so quiet, suddenly. The three of us staring into rippling water.
A minute passed, and my tummy started to twist.
“Fuck.” Ben’s expression stayed stoic. I wasn't expecting him to say a bad word.
He cocked his head. “I thought she could swim.”
I hit him, holding in a cry. “You need to get our parents!”
But he didn't listen to me, taking a single step, and dropping into the pool.
I fell to my knees, scanning the water.
Lucy was crying. “Are they dead?!” she shrieked.
“Shhh!” I was watching two shadows lingering under the water.
Violet broke through. I expected her to be crying, but her expression was unwavering. She was silent. I thought the splashing underneath her was her legs trying and struggling to tread water, before Lucy shoved me. Hard.
“Panda! What do we do?!”
Looking closer, Violet was perfectly still, her gaze on the sky.
While she shoved Ben under the water, drowning him.
Violet’s eyes sparkled, and somehow, I knew she belonged in my gang.
Her gaze found mine, glinting with that darkness, that poisonous streak I found myself drawn to. It was a starving, insatiable need to understand a fractured mind. Know your enemy.
“Do you want to see if Ben’s a witch?” Violet asked me, her tone something else entirely. This girl did not make sense, using barely her finger to drown Ben Callows. I knew she was wrong.
I knew there was something loose, something unlocked and unbridled and drowning inside her mind and heart.
But I wanted more of her. I wanted Violet Evergreen in my detective gang.
I think that is why I stood there, frozen.
When the thrashing stopped, Ben broke through.
He wasn't coughing or spluttering, his head inclined. “You didn't drown.”
Violet climbed out of the pool, offering her hand. “And you're not a witch.”
He declined her hand, taking the steps instead.
I asked Violet in a shaky voice. I was trembling with terror, but I was excited.
Exhilarated.
“Violet, will you join my gang?”
She didn't answer me until we were sharing hot cocoa in my house.
I told Mom we fell in the pool, and she believed me. I should have told her that my friends were sociopaths, and I was kind of maybe in love. Violet sipped her cocoa, nodding with a smile I didn't recognise. Violet never smiled at school.
Well, she did. But it was always the prick of a cruel smirk.
I don't think her smile was genuine, but she was definitely enjoying herself.
Our last member came to us, instead of finding him.
Jules Howell, a straggly brunette pushed his way in front of me in the lunch line. I didn't really know the kid.
He sat at the back of the classroom and slept through most of class. I did like his accent though.
Jules had moved from Melbourne in the second grade. He didn't talk much.
When he did, I found myself enveloped in his voice, which sounded like water to me, a bleeding cadence to his tone.
Jules piled his plate with fries, smiling widely at the lunch ladies.
“I saw you last night.” He murmured through that perfectly moulded grin.
“Saw me where?”
“At the pool,” Jules said. “You, Bloody Ben, Violet Evergreen, and that Lucy girl. You were doing a suiciding pact.”
“That's not what we were doing.” I said, “What's a suiciding pact?”
“When you kill yourself together.” Jules said. “I saw it in a scary movie my Mom was watching.”
I grabbed a fork. “We weren't doing that.”
His eyes were strange when I took the time to notice them. The excited gleam had fizzled out. Jules’s hands tightened around his tray. “Then what were you doing?”
I didn't reply, making my way over to our usual table. Ben was already waving me over, Violet and Lucy holding up the flyers we were making.
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When I bothered turning around, Jules was lost in the crowd of kids.
We were on our first official case, searching for Mrs Lake’s missing mail, when Jules appeared seemingly out of nowhere. And with him, a golden retriever puppy he introduced as Arlo.
It took a dog jumping up at them for Violet and Ben to find their real smiles, their real selves slowly seeping through these facades they had built around themselves. Ben dropped to a crouch, ruffling the dog's ears, his smile faint.
“Who's a good boy?” He chuckled.
Arlo didn't move, tail wagging, eyes bright.
Ben motioned the dog towards him, but Arlo stayed put.
Jules joined us…quietly.
I don't remember asking him, or even him asking me.
He just became part of us, side by side with Arlo.
We soon came to quickly realize that our town was boring.
There were no monsters or thieves, or soul sucking demons. No criminals or serial killers. Not even one missing person. We did, however, get calls about missing cats. I turned eleven years old, patiently waiting for a murder or a kid going missing. But there was nothing.
All we did was chase cats, and the occasional dog. Maybe a budgie if we were lucky. Twelve years old, our detective club became a joke.
The five of us (and Arlo hiding under the table) were trying to pinpoint Mrs Tracy's lost hamster, when three girls came over, dumping their soda all over us.
We watched crime shows for inspiration on catching killers.
Ben’s favorite crime was one that happened in the 80’s in our town.
2 girls murdered.
Their intestines stuffed into envelopes and mailed to family members.
“That's what we should be solving,” he told me one night, “Not missing cats.”
Thirteen years old, we lay in Violet’s backyard under the cruel glare of the summer sun. We called it working and didn't like to admit it was hanging out, or that we were even friends. However.
That didn't stop us growing closer.
Even if it wasn't quite the way I’d expected.
I proposed a plan, standing up, wobbling a little off balance.
“I've got it.” I said, my voice kinda slurry from Violet’s special summer cocktail, which was just random alcoholic beverages we found, thrown into a blender, and diluted with water.
The town wasn't taking us seriously.
So, we were going to make our own mysteries.
I ordered a full-scale assault on our small town. One that they could not ignore. Ben stamped on Mrs Mason’s flowers, and Lucy threw mud pies at people's cars. Jules trashed the high school gym, and Violet and I spray painted threats and warnings on every store window. Now, this did cause panic, but also an official curfew.
Thirty minutes before curfew, we met in our usual spot, deep in the forest near the lake. Ben yelled at me when I was three minutes late. He was real passionate about finding a real mystery.
“You're late.” Ben was sitting on a rock waving a stick in Arlo’s face.
The dog still wasn't going near him, whining softly.
I took my place, muttering an apology. “I had to lie to my Mom.”
Violet, sitting with her legs crossed, idly digging her manicure into the dirt, suggested we buy mannequins and masquerade them as dead bodies, hanging them from the school rafters.
Lucy, who had slowly grown out of her shell, becoming a lot more outspoken, nudged her. “That's a stupid idea.”
The girl groaned, leaning into her. “Urgh. You're right.”
Jules was the only energetic one, standing on the tireswing.
He jumped down, definitely twisting his ankle.
But his smile only widened, kind of like he enjoyed being in pain.
“Why don't we pretend to be kidnapped?” He said, pulling the hood of his sweatshirt over blondish curls growing out. Jules did a dramatic spin, his eyes shining. “We can ‘go missing’ for like a week, and then when our parents are really scared, we can turn up, and tell them we escaped a kidnapping.” His lips split into a grin.
“And then we solve our own kidnapping!”
Ben awkwardly patted Arlos head, only for the dog to pull away with a snort.
“I like it,” he murmured. “I'm in.”
Jules’s idea was stupid.
But.
It was worth a shot.
The five of us agreed to meet the morning after with enough food and supplies for a week. Then we were going to hike to the next town, and hide out for a week. It was an almost perfect plan, using ourselves as victims of our own mystery.
Packing as much as I could, I kissed my mother goodbye (I told her my pack was for a picnic) and set off to the rendezvous we agreed on.
When I arrived, I was the first one there. I checked and re-checked my pack.
I waited ten minutes, unable to contain my excitement.
Then 20 minutes.
It was getting kind of cold.
One hour.
I sat on a rock for enough time to watch the sky change color.
When the clouds were orange, I stood up and stumbled back home. They had gone without me. Mom lectured me when I got home, and I stuck to the plan of pretending my friends had gone missing, even if I they had betrayed me.
Ben said he'd text me when he arrived at the redervous. I at least expected him to text an explanation, but there was nothing. I was in the dark, and after three days of nothing, our town finally began to take us seriously.
“Our children have been kidnapped!” The adults were screaming.
Mom was crying in the kitchen, praying to a god I knew she didn't believe in that I wasn't taken next. I was interviewed and stuck with the exact same story I came up with when I was with the others. Our plan was to return after a week, claiming to be locked up in a dark room with a masked man.
I told my Mother and the other parents that I didn't know where my friends were, repeating the same thing over and over again until I was tongue tied.
“I saw them the day before they went missing, and… yes, everything seemed okay.” I slowly sipped my glass of milk provided, looking the sheriff directly in the eyes.
“No, I didn't notice anything suspicious, sheriff. Yes, I'm sure, sir. No, they didn't tell me anything.”
It was Ben’s mother who shattered my mask.
“Did I know about… what?” I whispered.
Something warm filled the back of my mouth, foul tasting milk erupting up my throat. I leaned forward, trying to look Mrs Callows in the eye. “No, I… I didn't know about Ben’s…condition.”
Mrs Callows was screaming at me about her son’s troubled past when I barfed all over myself, my eyes burning.
In the privacy of my own room, I sobbed until I couldn't breathe.
I tried to tell Mom, but we had come so close.
One more day, and the others would be back.
But that day came. I sat cross legged at our usual spot, which was now covered in police tape. I waited for their thudding footsteps, their laughter congratulating each other for coming up with a great plan. I waited, my face buried in my knees, for my friends.
It was dark when my phone vibrated, and I'd fallen asleep.
I wasn't scared, forcing myself to my feet.
“Where are you?” Mom yelled down the phone.
“Coming home now.” I muttered.
“Sorry.” I paused, holding my breath against a cry. “Mom.” I broke down, forcing my fist into my mouth to hide my squeak. “Mommy, did they come back?”
Mom didn't reply for a moment.
“I'm so sorry, baby.” She whispered, ending the call.
I took my time walking home that night.
There were no stars in the sky.
When a hand clamped over my mouth, I could smell him.
When he dragged me back, stabbing a kitchen knife into my throat, I stared at the sky and looked for stars. His arms were warm around me, violently pulling me into the back of a pickup truck. The pickup truck he'd said he was bringing.
It was his grandfather's, and he could just about drive it.
Hitting the backseat, my body was numb, my thoughts in a whirlwind.
The pickup flew forwards, and I remembered how to move.
I rolled off the seat, my hands pinned behind my back.
Twisting around, blinking in the dim, I could feel something warm, something seeping across upholstery seats. Blood.
It was everywhere, sticky on my hands and wet on my face when I struggled to get up. I was lying in someone's blood.
A scream clawed its way out of my throat.
The pickup flew over a pothole, and something dropped off the seat.
Arlo’s leash.
I screamed again, this time his name gritted between my teeth.
I didn't stop screaming until the jerking movement stopped. The doors opened, pale light hitting me in the face.
Flashlight. Warm arms wrapped around me, pulling me from the car, and then, pulling me by my hair, into our old tree house. It was always our secret place, our saving grace on the edge of town.
The flickering candlelight caught me off guard, illuminating my surroundings.
Two bodies slumped over each other, lying in stemming red.
I felt suffocated, like I was going to die. I screamed, and that warm hand cradled my mouth again, gagging my cries.
Violet and Jules.
There was something wrong with them. And it was only when I forced myself to look closer, when I realized their insides had been carved out, heart, stomach, everything, pulled out.
There was paper on the floor.
No, not paper. Envelopes.
Envelopes stuffed with gore, bright red leaking through white.
Shuffling back, my brain was too slow to react, while my body was trying to vault to my feet, only to be violently pulled back by my ponytail.
I felt his fingers twining around my hair, revelling in my screams.
With another tug, my head was forced forwards.
Orange candlelight felt almost homely, this time lighting up a third body.
Lying on their back, curled up, pooling scarlet dried into the floorboards, their wrists restricted with duct-tape.
I could feel blood underneath me, sticky, a congealing paste.
“Do you know what happened on October 3rd, 1987, in our town?”
Lucy Prescott stood over me, her arms folded across her chest.
I managed to shake my head, when she grabbed Ben’s legs, dragging him under the candlelight. I dazedly watched her stroke the blade of a carving knife, the teeth already stained scarlet. “The intestine murders.” Lucy hummed, tracing the knife down the floorboards.
“A man murdered two high school girls, carving out their insides and sending their pieces to their loved ones.”
Lucy's eyes found mine, ignited in a familiar gleam. I saw it in Principal Marrow’s office. Then the swimming pool. The cafeteria. “It was the sheriff's only murder case, Panda. Ever since then, our town has been boring. There's no mysteries to solve. Nothing to find.”
The girl jumped to her feet, retrieving a blood stained envelope.
She held it up, a smile curved on her lips. The girl turned around, and I heard a horrific squelching sound. Lucy held up a bright red sausage, ripped into it, and slipped it into the white paper.
“But I can change that.” she said, in a giggle.
“I can create a real serial killer, who we can hunt down together.”
Lucy stabbed the blade into the floor, laughing.
“Or! I can bring a fan-favorite back! I can bring the intestine killer back from the dead!”
Her gaze flicked to the others. “There are casualties, of course. The story is, I was kidnapped with Ben, Violet, and Jules. The scary intestine killer killed them, and I managed to get away.”
Lucy shuffled over to me, her eyes wide. “Then! He came back and struck again!”
With those words, she shoved me onto my back.
“First he took Violet,” Lucy hummed, tracing the blade down my shirt.
“Then… Jules.” I squeezed my eyes shut, pulling at the restraints around my wrists. “Then Ben.” her breath tickled my cheek. “And finally… Panda.”
Lucy lifted the knife, and I accepted my death.
Until a low rumble in my ears.
Shouting.
Thundering footsteps, followed by the pitter-patter of paws.
“Lucy!” The sheriff was screaming, and the girl stumbled to her feet, the knife slipping from her fingers. Lucy stumbled, tripping over Ben’s body.
“He got away!” she shrieked. “He…he killed them! Oh, god, please help me!”
I don't think Lucy even realised the traces she'd left behind.
The blood slick on her fingers, her manic, grinning smile full of mania.
I was looking for stars when an officer crouched over me.
I couldn't understand what she was saying.
Her voice was white noise.
“Rachel? Hey, try and sit up, honey. You Mom is on her way.”
Instead of listening to her, I curled into myself.
My gaze found Arlo sticking his nose in Ben’s hair, trying to nudge the boy awake.
I didn't fully register the next few days.
They went by in a confusing blur.
Part of me tried to eat, and spent hours with my head pressed against the toilet seat.
I could still see the slithering, scarlet remains of my friends every time I closed my eyes. There was so much red, soaked in that hunting orange light.
Blood that I could still see, a starless sky that stretched on forever.
Weeks went by.
Then months.
I think I turned 14. I wasn't sure. I didn't feel alive anymore.
I stood at my friend’s funerals with a single rose I dropped into their casket.
Violet’s mother was quick to cover the whole thing up.
Lucy's plan didn't work after all.
Our town’s murder cases stayed stagnant at one.
It's been four years since my friends were murdered by our ’Velma’.
Now, at seventeen, Mom asked if I wanted to visit Lucy in juvie.
I'm not even upset or angry anymore.
I want to know why.
Ben picked me up. Arlo was at his side, wagging his tail.
Ben was…different. He'd dumped his baseball cap and gotten a haircut, swapping his old wardrobe of drab colors for an attempt at changing style.
That day, he looked awkward in a short sleeved tee and shorts.
At school, Ben is no longer Bloody Ben.
Now, he is Survivor Ben.
I’m still Panda.
Every time I was with him, I felt like my soul was being sucked out.
Guilt so deep, so fucking painful, I lost my breath.
I live knowing that I immediately assumed it was him that day.
Ben was barely alive when I found him. Lucy had started to carve into him before remembering she needed me.
After admitting it to him, his lips formed a small smile.
“Can I tell you a secret?” He said to me, at sixteen.
"Yeah?"
Whatever he was going to say, Ben never told me.
Presently, I nodded at the dog’s new collar.
“Peppa Pig themed?”
The boy shrugged, ruffling Arlo’s ears. “FYI, he chose it.”
“It's cute.” I said. “Very… chic.”
We didn't speak the whole ride, but Ben did entangle his hand in mine.
We spent half an hour outside the detention centre. I was panicking, and Ben was trying to hide that he was panicking. In the end, we joined hands, and strode through the doors together.
Lucy greeted us with a wide smile. Just as psychotic.
The orange jumpsuit suited her, though I had zero idea why.
“Hey Arlo!” she giggled at the dog, and Ben pulled the pup onto his lap.
“Ben.” She sighed. “I wish I got to finish you. I would have loved to solve the mystery of your gutted corpse.”
Ben’s smile was wry. “Nice to see you too.”
Behind a glass screen, I asked Lucy one simple question.
“Why?”
Lucy didn't reply. Or she did, but it was just nonsensical bullshit.
But there was one thing she said has stuck with me, chilling me to the core.
I am fucking terrified of Lucy. Of what's she's done, and what she's capable of doing.
It was a throwaway line, and I don't even think Ben noticed.
Or he did, and was in denial.
Lucy's smile was wide, her eyes empty pools of nothing.
The exact same glint in Ben’s eyes.
Jules’s eyes.
Violet’s eyes.
Like something was gnawing away at their psyche, twisting and contorting it, filling them with darkness, poison, that was so vast, so endless, I had craved it as a child. I still don't know what it is.
But I'm going to find it.
Lucy's laugh was shrill, and next to me, Ben didn't move a muscle.
But he did smile.
Yes, my gang were psychos.
But I kind of maybe loved it.
“I don't even wear glasses!”

1. Rifampin 600mg daily,
2. INH 300 mg daily,
3. EMB 1600 mg daily,
4. PZA 2000 mg daily.
5. Pyridoxine 50 mg daily

I am on my 8th day of taking this medication, but I am exhausted and sick all the time. I have thyroid issues, too, but I did not have TB symptoms at all, partially due to being infected two months before I got sick. I am (27), and I traveled abroad in January; when I returned three weeks later, I started feeling sick and had shortness of breath. My doctors first suspected that I had lung cancer after the CT SCANS showed masses. I am glad I don’t have cancer, but this medication makes me feel like I am sick all the time. I have vision problems, blurry eyes and lost center vision, lightheadedness, nausea, dizziness, diarrhea, and stomach aches. I’m not sure if this is normal. My nurses refused to change the medication or lower the doses. Please let me know if you know something that could help me.

I've been on compoud tirzepatide for almost 4 months. At the beginning dose of 2.5 mg for the first 4 weeks I had almost no side effects - slight nausea and appetite suppression for 2 or so weeks, but it went away. So I was ready to increase my dose after 1 month. I've been on 5 mg for the last 3 months and I still have no appetite suppression, but very unpleasant side effects (heart burn, diarrhea and sulfur burps 🤢).
Has anyone expirenced anything simular to this? And does it go away? When did you begin losing weight?
I am trying to eat healthier, be in a calorie deficit and exercise, but I've also been doing this for the last 20 years. Some days I do good, some days I don't. If I could lose the weight on my own I would have by now, which is why I started tirzepatide - hoping that the benefits of the medication along with my efforts would finally the combination that works for me.
Am I missing something? Or am I just not giving it enough time? Maybe my expectations are too high?
I appreciate any advice, constructive criticism, personal experiences, etc.. thank you guys

Hi All,
Timeline: March 22 - came home from a restaurant with food poisoning like symptoms, pure liquid diarrhea, vomiting, rigors (extreme shaking), chills, nausea, painful stomach cramping, lasted most of the night. March 23 - woke up feeling pretty good, slightly upset stomach. Evening - diarrhea returns (not as bad) and stomach cramping. March 24 - feeling okay, stomach feels like it’s recovering.
March 31 - April 3 - travelled to Cuba, assumed travellers diarrhea, liquid diarrhea every 15 minutes, lots of peeing, stomach cramping, sweating, chills, occasional vomiting (husband also gets sick this time). Mainly sick at night around 8pm. Imodium helps.
April through May - loud stomach gurgling constantly, occasional nausea, low blood pressure, stomach wakes me up with noises.
May 3 - liquid diarrhea, every 15 minutes, stomach cramping, rigors, chills, nausea, sweating, stomach pain, mainly around 8pm, imodium helps. May 4 - stomach pain, nausea, mainly around 8pm
May 30 - around 11pm, constipation, shower and sudden liquid diarrhea, stomach cramping, vomit, retching, chills, sweating, fever, nausea. Imodium helps. May 31 - sweaty in the morning, not able to eat too much. Around 8pm, diarrhea, stomach cramping and pain, nausea, chills, rigors, can’t eat, smells are sensitive. Imodium and nighttime ginger gravol. June 1 - feel good all day, around 8pm, nausea, tired, stomach slightly upset.
I’ve noticed I get my period roughly around the time I get sick. I’ve tracked foods, no correlation between events.
I am so exhausted and frustrated. It was my birthday yesterday and I could barely eat anything and I’m on a trip.
LD: nausea, diarrhea every 15 mins, stomach cramping, some vomit, roughly once a month and mainly in the evenings.

My husband was diagnosed (maybe) with carcinoid syndrome two weeks ago. And everything is just so slow moving.
He’s been sick for 18 months. Flushing episodes with rapid pulse, massive sweating, and terrible diarrhea. It used to happen once or twice a month, now it happens almost daily. He’s also passed out twice, what the cardiologist referred to as Carcinoid Crisis.
He’s also been in so much pain/discomfort and he’s been so exhausted he can barely function many days.
They spent 18 months ruling out heart issues, pulmonary issues, gi issues, allergies, etc. He has elevated labs and inflamed lymph nodes around his lungs and pancreas, but nothing they could reach to biopsy. Then two weeks ago they found two tumors on a CT scan, one 6cm one between the spleen and stomach and a small 7mm one on his prostate. The cardiologist told us he has Carcinoid Syndrome and they are likely NETs.
So the PCP ordered an MRI, which took 10 days to get scheduled and we are still waiting for results. And the cardiologist did further heart tests, but his appointment to discuss the results isn’t for another three weeks.
And in the meantime, he just feels bad every day. He can barely eat and has trouble keep food down. He has pressure in his side and midsection that makes it hard for him to stand and walk for very long.
And everything just moves so slowly. Why does it take so long? And why can’t they do anything for the pain/discomfort, nausea, exhaustion? Etc?
It’s been a long 18 months watching someone you love get sicker and sicker with no answer. And now that we have an answer-ish, we still don’t feel any closer to any kind of treatment.