Got beat up last week. He's usually more of a emotional violance type, but surprise! He snapped after a verbal sparring match and started beating my head in while I laid in fetal position. If I screamed he hit harder.
Most of the blows were to the back of my head with a good open-hand hit to the left side of my face to finish it off.
I grabbed my kid and my keys and took off for the hospital
When I got there, I was having trouble standing and trying to maintain alert. I called a friend to talk to me so I wouldn't scare my kid even more than she was.
Staff was very stand-off about it. Pretty much ignored me unless to ask a question. Told me they could call the cops but gave no real direction.
I didn't bruise right away. My face was a bit red and swollen at the time, but I was worried about my head. I asked how long until they could take me in because I was having trouble cognitively staying alert. Got annoyed by the question.
Eventually brought me into a room with a chair, came in and basically looked at me confused asking what I wanted them to do.
I snapped. Not hard, but hard enough to tell them this doesn't help the fact that no one reports this shit. All I got was a student doc squatting down to my level and nodding while I cried while poking me.
Docs eventually came in and ordered some sort of scan. When they came to take me, the lady who did the scan audibly and visually groaned saying "I guess she," (my kid) "can sit with me, because she cant be in the room with you."
They called the cops after a nurse insinuated I would be a shitty mom if I didn't let her. Probably would have anyway, but there was no compassion. Just annoyance. They said my brain isn't bleeding so they can't do anything. To schedule a neurologist. No openings until August, btw. Found that out myself.
Cops came, but kept getting pulled off to the side by staff to be rushed. I was pressured into pressing charges. They promised they'd give me a call, told me the name of a shelter, and sent me on my way.
Shelter took me in but I never got a call from anyone. Not the police, not CPS, no one but his mother. His mother who cried and said he's her son and she'll take him out of the house so I can be safe. I told her I want him to get mental help. She said she'd push him to do that. She took his house keys away, tidied up the house a bit, left me and her some food so we could at least come home to deal with the aftermath.
I started bruising the following day. I took my pictures myself. I enrolled my kid in therapy, that has no openings until August, and am struggling trying to fix this by myself. Even when I call the "resources", all they do is push me off on others. I get the run around.
With all this fucking information as to why people don't report DV, you'd think the resources would smarten up. But let's be honest, they don't really give a fuck about actually making a difference.
The most help I've gotten has been from my abuser's mother and other battered victims from the shelter I was at. No one else gives a shit.
Apparently they usually issue a bench warrent, but won't actually arrest them. I didn't even learn this from this police. It's been almost a week and no one has fucking called me. Not a soul.

We ordered a $300 mattress online and it was delivered on the porch steps and exposed to the world as a brand new mattress. It was not there when we got home. We have no cameras unfortunately. How can I file a police report? We are in Ohio.

I 35f had a hysterectomy 16 days ago. I was having abdominal pain and was short of breath so followed up with GYN. In my abdominal CT they overshot and got my lungs and saw a PE. Dr sent me to ER to get a full Chest CT which revealed multiple bi-lateral PEs. I was admitted to the hospital for care on Friday around 1am. There were no beds available but eventually I did get a room around 3pm and was started on Eliquis (10mg bid). Being Friday that meant I was getting on call drs on Saturday. Got into a disagreement with my nurse because she was “too busy” to draw my blood and told the dr I was refusing, Dr then says she’s just going to discharge me because she doesn’t have time for difficult patients. So I was discharged Saturday morning at 11am less than 48 hours after showing multiple PEs on chest CT.
I am still on the Eliquis dosing and now home but nothing was done prior to discharge and I wasn’t even counseled on when to seek follow up care as the nurse refused to deal with me after she violently ripped out my IV and I got upset. This was all at the VA hospital not my local ER where you have little to no repercussions you can take.
I have now been home about 12 hours and I have the worst headache in the world Tylenol isn’t even touching but I was told I can’t take any of my other post op meds or Motrin. When should I report to an ER, what should I expect for an adjustment period with the meds. What do I do going forward? I feel lost and overwhelmed, TIA

I have been thinking deeply about this. I have already lived 7 more years the Van Gogh. 15 more years than Sylvia Plath. Honestly much more than I ever though I would reach.
But why continue after you pass your prime? when every single day is a subtle deterioration physically and mentally compared the previous day. Just to keep consuming ? getting a mortgage and being a cog in the machine ? Dutifully saving for retirement until I have a medical event at old age and then the medical system siphons everything while I rot in a nursing home. Isn't just giving yourself to the sea or back to the elements infinitely more dignified. I came out of a bout of chronic pain recently that lasted a long time and gave me a taste of what awaits.
I guess opting not to have children colours my perspective. But my personal opinion was always that I could barely manage my own self and life, I can't in good conscious bring more suffering into the world. What also shaped my mood now is I have no partner since my last relationship failed despite trying my best. I am the kind of person whose best is always lacking, it makes me not even want to try. Sometimes I think about finding someone to share this life with, but then again I feel guilty about making someone else miserable.
Don't get me wrong, I love life, I love humanity, I think each person I encounter is unique and beautiful. Its just for me its too hard, its too hard. Sorry, just sharing into the void. I love you all. I might still linger still, or I might not, well, tomorrow is another day. Thank you for reading.

My bp has been high. I mean 140-160 normal days. I have been to the er many times and they focus on pre e, I don’t have it. I have every symptom but it’s not pre e. Tests come back fine and they send me home I am 39 weeks tomorrow and I am literally swollen, my face is new it feels like I got Botox, my hands hands and feet are puffy, just left the er and yes you guessed it not pre e. I have headaches all the time doesn’t go away I have every symptom but not preeclampsia. I am struggling so bad and the drs aren’t listening to me. I was just released with 150 bp and no medicine at all since 30 weeks I have been struggling with my bp and the dr is sooo dismissive. He tells me go to er with 140 bp and I did but he sends me home. Like I don’t get it!! This isn’t normal. I don’t feel ok. Every nurse at the emergency tells me the dr is crazy for letting me push on with such bad blood pressure readings. I can’t find any dr to help me. I’m literally losing my mind.

Frank always desired for his daughter, Ellie, to be as successful as he was. He was a wealthy businessman and wanted his daughter to follow in his footsteps. But Ellie had something else on her mind. The young girl wanted to become a doctor and help the needy. She wanted to become someone like her late mother, who was a philanthropist and served people.Frank was not happy about it. He didn't want to see his daughter throw away her life serving the poor and needy, which led to a huge argument between them, and Frank eventually kicked Ellie out of the house… "I'm just not meant for business, Dad! I want.......

I realized I hadn't been on here in awhile and assume it is because I've been feeling relatively good. So good that most of my therapy sessions are me blabbering about how I now gaslight myself often about my chronic pain. I'm not complaining. I'd rather not be in pain and will settle for a psychological mess about whether or not I actually have a chronic condition.
My appointment to establish care with an excision specialist at Cedars Sinai is at the end of this month. My surgery should be scheduled anywhere from 2-5 months out from that but I've been flailing since 2021 when I was knocked down for several months from an unknown pelvic issue (a nurse said maybe PID, a doctor said it was just a burst cyst, and in the end I was treated for sepsis). So in the meantime I have been doing SO MUCH research to manage my pain because while I had always had a horrible relationship with my cycle, it became hellish to manage. I just opened a small business in Los Angeles last year and I cannot literally not afford to be knocked out for the better part of each month (which honestly, who can?).
I thought I would come here to SHARE my extensive list of self care for managing flare ups that has gotten me almost 2 months virtually pain free. Bolded the most important stuff so you can skim my rant:

1. I have been on Glenmark BC. It is a 21 day low dose combo pill (no placebo week). It took 6 months for my body to chill out on it. I experienced joint pain that I imagined I had 30 to 40 years still until I experienced it, extreme depression, massive headaches, and still ovulated (or felt something burning and stabbing in my pelvis) each month until the 5th month. Not gonna lie, if my skin didn't become as smooth as a baby's bottom in the first month of taking it, I would have tossed it in the trash. I'm a little vain and was so stoked on this side effect. My only joy while getting used to this option that we want to avoid.
2. I have completely digested the Endometriosis Nutritionist Podcast and omitted all the inflammatory foods she lists: soy, dairy, alcohol, gluten, and caffeine. This was relatively easy for me since I don't eat soy (allergic) or consume caffeine (I'm the energizer bunny) anyway. She influences a good portion of my diet and I learned a lot more than just omitting those foods.
3. I don't know if this has anything to do with my pain management but I have been trying to get a lot of protein in. I have a pretty active job and I work out when I have the energy. I notice a huge difference in my body when I skip out on having protein with a meal.
   1. My breakfast is a smoothie: banana, spinach, turmeric, ginger, power greens supplement, collagen, protein powder (not whey), mushroom and cacao supplement.
   2. Lunch and dinner are more simple but always have protein and no seed oils.
4. Pelvic Floor Physical Therapy for 6 weeks. I learned so much the structure of our pelvis. It was wild. I took my partner with me because of my pain during penetrative sex and orgasms. We learned SO much about pain management together and not just during intercourse. Highly reccomend. I still experience pain during sex (when we do have it) but I do my breathing learned in PT to get through it. I also use the lube they use in the PT office because I didn't react to it and for whatever reason, sex burns.
5. Inspired by the PT and all the workouts she told me that I was previously doing that were making things worse, I purchased a subscription to a workout program focused on pelvic floor issues. I just started but I’ve been following her instagram account for awhile and I have gained some short term psoas muscle relief from the small tips she posts. Her instagram is free. Her workout program costs SO much.
6. I took a Yin yoga class awhile back and if I had more money I would be there everyday. I cried when I felt my pelvis stand its guard down for a moment in time. I also didn't realize how tight the rest of my body is just from my pelvis being on full alert 24/7. I practice Yin at home now when I get home from a long day.

I like to think it’s the combination of stuff that I am doing and not just the BC. I will not be stopping the BC unless someone scares me into it. This face is the smoothest it has ever been since I was in 3rd grade. That’s even after doing 2 rounds of Accutane. I hope by posting this I don’t jinx a flare. KNOCK ON WOOD FOR ME.

Frank always desired for his daughter, Ellie, to be as successful as he was. He was a wealthy businessman and wanted his daughter to follow in his footsteps. But Ellie had something else on her mind. The young girl wanted to become a doctor and help the needy. She wanted to become someone like her late mother, who was a philanthropist and served people.
Frank was not happy about it. He didn't want to see his daughter throw away her life serving the poor and needy, which.........

To preface I have a tslim pump and dexcomg6 cgm and have been t1 for almost two years
So I’m currently in the icu with dka….but I can’t figure out what happened. So yesterday I was pissing quite often with no high blood sugar but it was hot, my ac is out and I was doing shoots for my “accounting” job so I was drinking so much water. I did a pump change and it felt funny but I left it till this morning. I woke up at 6am to use the bathroom and my bs was 340, I took 10 units and went back sleep until 8am. Bs at 8 was 375 w double arrows up. I changed the site and insulin pen I used before immediately and pumped 10u in. It got to 250 around 11:30am but almost immediately started going back up. All of the sudden I was nauseous and dizzy and my chest didn’t hurt yet but it felt…weird. Of also I had been testing for ketones multiple times and even with all the water I couldn’t flush em out (in the large amount present range) so at 1:30 I called a nursing hotline and while otp I finally puked. We both immediately decided I need to go to er. And my labs came back and I’m not sick!! So like what happened??? I did everything I have been told to do. My only thought is my pump change was messed up but by the time I changed it it was to late to nurse down at home

Hey everyone! I recently switch my s550 Mustang over to E85 and I have a HPDE event coming up at Mid Ohio in about a week. The closest gas station to the track with E85 is about 20min away, I'm driving to the track (~1 1/2 hours away from the track), and I've never been to that gas station to test the E85. I'm bringing my Mustang and I'll be bringing my VW daily so I'll have 2 cars.
I'm going back and forth on what do do for it though... Here are my potential options I'm running through...

1 - Buy more VP fuel cans (have 1 currently) and fill them with E85 from a known good gas station around my home. Fill up the car with E85 and bring all the VP cans to the track with me.

2 - Fill up the car and my solo VP can and bank on running up to the gas station to refuel if needed. (This seems like a bad idea)

3 - Switch back to 91/93 tune prior to track day and can fill up at a gas station closer to the track if needed and readily available.

3 I think would be the safest, but I think I would rather do #1 to be able to run E? #2 just seems like I'm setting myself up for a potential bad time...

Any other options? Any other thoughts/recommendations? Thanks in advance!!

His name was Pepe. In May of 2013 he was a skinny stray filled with scabs all over his body. My current cat Wicked was 2 years old at the time and every day after work he was allowed to go out to the courtyard at my apt building, I would leave the door open for him. One day Pepe came in and went straight for the food bowl. He ate and then came and laid next to me on the couch. He was so dirty and tired so I let him sleep. Wicked came in later and I put Pepe (at this time he didn't have a name) outside.
This kept happening. Every single day Pepe would be outside waiting for me to come back from work. He would be laying on the stairs or waiting on top of the window AC. As soon as he'd hear me, he would start loudly meowing until I opened the door. Sometimes he would go outside with Wicked after eating, most days he would be on the couch with me. One time he brought in a big grasshopper and dropped it at my feet. He was trying to earn his keep. But every night I would put him outside again.
This went on for about 2 months. I was actively looking for a home for him because he needed a forever home. One day I left my place to walk to the gym in the morning and he was there and started walking after me. We were getting close to a street with heavy traffic and I stopped and told him to stay there or he will get run over. He stopped. I came back almost two hours later and he was there. We walked home. From that moment it was his home too.
From being so skinny you could feel his bones, he went up to 17lbs. He ate like if he was never going to eat again. He caught a mouse inside the house one time and I was able to save it from him. I left the mouse outside and that afternoon he found it outside again. I couldn't save the mouse that time.
We moved to a new place in 2018. Every time we moved he would get really bad anxiety when the apartments were empty. Like he thought I was going to leave him there. The last night he would always meow all night and we wouldn't get any sleep, no matter how much I tried to comfort him, he wouldn't calm down. In this place we would go outside for walks, sit on the grass, play with a branch. Later Wicked started joining us and then they would both stay together and walk around and leave me on the grass. Then home for dinner.
My grandma was my favorite human. She died in 2020. She used to tell me that Pepe was my son in my past and future lives but he knew in this life I didn't want kids so he turned into a cat and found me that way. After my grandma passed, my mom was waiting to see a hummingbird to know she made it safe. After a few months, the first hummingbird was found by Pepe on one of our walks. It would come down like playing with Pepe, and it made sense my grandma would show herself to him.
In 2021 Pepe lost a tooth. From there he started to lose weight. By the end of the year he was 13lbs. By the end of 2022 he was 9lbs. The medication for his intestines, the CBD, the diet food wasn't working the past month. He was puking more often than ever. Tuesday night was the last night he came to sleep with me, he slept right next to me every single night. Wednesday and Thursday he was hiding and didn't eat. Friday I came home from work and found him laying on the floor not able to move in front of the litter box.
A few weeks ago Wicked was constipated, I moved my camera to face the litter box to make sure he was pooping. Everything got caught on camera. At 19:00 passed and then fell down, he tried to get up and fell down again and then stayed there. At 19:04 I got home from work, he tried to get up but couldn't. Wicked ran outside I brought in some boxes. At 19:06 I saw him. He couldn't move, I called my boyfriend. He was 5min away. I went to get his blanket and I put him on top of it, he couldn't move. I was crying on the phone. I kept talking to him and petting him and I kept telling him I loved him and how sorry I was. My boyfriend got here and assessed him, EMT training kicking in. He told me it was time. We knew the time was coming. We kept a calendar of his good and bad days, and bad days were winning. I called the at home euthanasia place, no answer. They said open until 9pm but no answer. He wraps Pepe in the blanket and giving him to me, he is so stiff and straight. His eyes open wide and his pupils wide too. He told me he wasn't there anymore, he could barely breathe. We got in the car. Went to the address and it was a 24/7 animal hospital. I stayed in the car with Pepe. I talked to him, I thanked him, I apologized. He tried to move, he was getting more stiff. I went inside.
They had us in a room within 5min but it felt like hours. They took him so they could place the IV drip but within 2min the nurse came back in and said he passed before they could do it. Last time I took Pepe to the vet I promised him no more needles. He made me keep the promise. She asked if I wanted to see him. She brought him back in, still in his blanket and I held him. I sang to him, I said goodbye. His beautiful soul was gone. My boyfriend took him and brought back the blanket.
Since March I've been dealing with health problems myself. I got COVID for the first time. Had to have a blood transfusion at the begining of May. This weekend I'm getting ready for a procedure for Monday. I stopped drinking and medicating myself in April because of this, which means there is no numbing myself to the feelings I have. I wish I could. Pepe doesn't deserve that though. I need to feel the grief, the pain of losing him. In a way having health issues saved me from dealing with this in a very dark way.
I don't know where to go from here. I still have Wicked and Penny who are now 12 and 7. I've had them since they were kittens. Pepe was different though and I feel bad for feeling this way. Pepe hurts more than my grandma's death. I didn't think anything could hurt more than that. My soul is broken. My heart is shattered.
He gave me exactly 10 years and I would give 10 years of my life to have one more day with him.

< Ep 4- Part 1
Based on the fourth round of the elimination contest
Spoiler tag only for basic character spoilers
[Team Looming Lions]
Kaito: Alright Lions we're winning this one again today, right?
Nekomaru: Absolutely! Of course I'm not sure which of us will be performing.
Kokichi: Well, Kaito's a bumbling moron so he's out.
Kaito: Hey, what the heck man! I mean sure being the Ultimate Astronaut isn't that impressive for a show but so is your talent.
Kokichi: So true Kaito! Glad to hear you didn't refute the fact of you being a moron though. Nee hee hee.
Kaito: Why you little-
Angie: Calm down, Tyler. Atua has foreseen what will lead us to victory. I shall take the lead and create a beautiful masterpiece in the name of Atua.
Mondo: Okay, so Angie's doing art. What are the rest of us supposed to do to perform along side?
Mahiru: I could take some action shots of her work. Though I'm not sure how impressive of a performance it will be.
Hajime: Your ability to take perfect photos is still impressive in its own right, Mahiru.
Mahiru: Hajime…
Celeste: So it's decided. Angie and Courtney will be performing with some artistic photography
Angie: Nyahahahah, wonderful though if we're doing artistic pictures, would it help to provide something more visual. Body models for example?
Mahiru: Absolutely not! These boys don't get to see anything like that. Speaking of which, how about you boys pitch in on the performance?
Celeste: Well, we've already established Max and Tyler are out. How about you, Trent. You could hit some tennis balls to add to the action shots.
Ryoma: Sorry, but I've sworn off using my talent ever again.
Celeste: Oh really, then how about a threat. Perform with the girls, or when we lose we'll vote you off immediately!
Ryoma: Go ahead, like this competition means anything to me anyways. This is merely just prolonging my time out of prison.
Chihiro: Stop it. Both of you. Celeste, I think it's clear Ryoma won't do it. Of course, I won't be much help either. Not without some kind of computer to work with.
Mondo: If I had a bike, I could do some tricks around Angie while she makes her art.
Nekomaru: Alright then I guess it's up to me. I'll be the manager to keep the show going and make sure we do it PERFECT!!!
Kirumi: If you need me, I could also be your assistant for the performance and clean up afterwards.
Mahiru: Then let's get started. Time to make something at least mostly coherent.
[Team Ominous Octopi]
Maki: So, who wants to volunteer for this talent show?
Korekiyo: I believe it's pretty obvious that Kaede and Ibuki should perform as a musical duo.
Ibuki: You got it! Izzy and Sky-ede here are gonna rock this camp!
Kaede: Sure, but that's only two. We need a third.
Chiaki: If I had a big screen and a console, I could play video games with you playing the music to it. Too bad they don't have any of that here.
Akane: I could do some flips over you two.
Taka: Too dangerous. Plus we don't want any of you to get hurt.
Maki: Then I guess killing someone to music is out, huh?
Taka: Absolutely!!!
Maki: I was kidding anyway.
Kaede: Haha, wow Maki, never seen that side of you before.
Maki: Don't push it. What about you, Shuichi?
Shuichi: Well, unlike Kyoko I'm not even that talented a detective, but I'm not certain how you'd perform that talent.
Korekiyo: I could give an archaeological lesson with a pleasant backing track by these wonderfully talented ladies.
Maki: No way, after that stunt you pulled with Kaede, I don't trust you alone with her again even with Ibuki there.
Ibuki: How about DJ do the robot to our music. Ha ha, get it!
Keebo: Hey, that's robophobic to assume I could do such a stereotypical dance.
Akane: Well can you?
Keebo: No, I can't dance, however I could sing with them if you'd like?
Kaede: NO!
Shuichi: No way!
Maki: Not happening.
Korekiyo: Oh please, anything but that.
Keebo: Wha….fine.
[Team Nasty Narwhals]
Junko: So let's see talent…talent…which one of you losers has the best talent.
Sakura: I think it has less to do with best talent and more to do with talents that can perform with each other.
Sayaka: If that's the case, I'll volunteer to sing for this talent competition. You guys can make the show more exciting with your talents.
Tsumugi: I like that. I could make a costume for your performance though I'm not sure how much is that me performing with you.
Junko: Besides Beth, if anyone's going to make Ella fashionable it should be me.
Toko: We get it, we have costumes down b-b-but that still not get any closer to who's performing.
Miu: Well it's obvious the moody writer and clumsy nurse shouldn't perform.
Toko: Not like I wanted to in the first place.
Mikan: I'd probably just get hurt either way and embarrass our team.
Junko: Then how about the boys then?
Rantaro: Well, I'm not even sure what my talent is but I could try singing with Sayaka if you need me to.
Gonta: Rodney could bring bug friends on stage to perform with Ella.
Sayaka: NO! NEVER! ABSOLUTELY NOT!
Miu: Guess that leaves you and me, baby gangster.
Fuyuhiko: Like I'd do anything with you and what about B and Himiko?
Miu: Washboard chest is too mopey to do anything, and I still have no idea what Big B's deal is.
[They look over at him, but Imposter merely shrugs]
Miu: Besides you should be grateful that I'm offering my genius for the performance.
Sayaka: Okay Miu, what can you do to help my performance?
Miu: Well I'm glad you asked Pop Princess. Behold first up I have a fantastic voice amplifier perfect for singing into.
Sayaka: Oh wow, that actually might be helpful. I'm surprised you came up with something so normal.
Miu: Of course it was originally meant those wild nights when you want your moans and cries to really shake the bed. Hoo Yeah!
Tsumugi: And there it is.
Sayaka: Okay but with me singing, what will you be doing during the show?
Miu: Why adding a little flair to the show. Get ready for your outfit to practically explode for the audience. [Points an invention at Sayaka] Literally I might add.
Sayaka: W-wait, what are you-Agh! [Miu shoots the machine and Sayaka is enveloped in a flash of light] Ugh…why does it feel cooler……. AAAAAAAHHHH!!!
Tsumugi: Quickly cover her up!
Sakura: You boys didn't see anything, right?!
Fuyuhiko[Blushed smirk]: Uh…no not all.
Gonta: Rodney shall not look at the indecency for he is gentleman.
Miu: See, what'd I tell you. Quite the show stopper really! Be glad you didn't go commando today.
Tsumugi: Miu, how is Sayaka supposed to perform when she's left in her underwear?
Miu: Well, four eyes, I thought this is where you'd throw her into a different outfit like the Ultimate Cosplayer you claim to be.
Tsumugi: It's not like I can dress her in an instant. She'll still be seen.
Miu: Well that's for you to work out then dip[bleep]. I merely just provided the genius with my inventions.
Sayaka: WELL YOUR INVENTIONS SUCK!
Sakura: It's alright, Sayaka. Let's just think this idea through.
Sayaka: I don't want her inventions near me ever again!
Miu: Pfft, your loss then.
[Confessional]
Sakura: I really, and I mean really hate to admit it....but Miu might've had something going there with her idea. The act of changing Sayaka's outfits while she's performing would be an impressive display. If only there was a way she wouldn't be seen during the swap.
[End]
[Team Looming Lions]
Nekomaru: Alright, Angie so how this is going to go is I throw tools to you and you work your artistic magic.
Mahiru: And I'll make sure to capture it all on film.
Angie: Absolutely, I shall let Atua guide me.
Celeste: Please dear, enough about Atua this time. Just perform your own talent.
Angie: Oh, but Atua is the one who blessed me with this talent so every work must always be an offering to him. Remember that Lightning and Courtney.
Mahiru: Sure gotcha…
[Confessional]
Mahiru: I don't want to disrespect Angie's beliefs but relying on her God for everything even just a simple talent show may be a little much. But it's fine we have this performance in the bag. Chris is going to be blown away by my photography skills.
[End]
[Team Ominous Octopi]
Makoto: So run it by me again why I'm playing with Kaede.
Nagito: I'm not sure I'm cut out for play the bass guitar either.
Korekiyo: Well Kaede and Ibuki are going to teach you two the routine and with your luck you'll each learn it and play a beautiful duet.
Makoto: I'm not sure that's what being an Ultimate Lucky Student will help with.
Akane: No time to worry about it now we've got two hours left. Besides when we rely on both of you we win…well at least we don't lose.
Miu: Hey Cockoctpi, quit hogging the stage. Some of us have a performance to practice.
Korekiyo: Sorry, but we were here first. You'll just have to wait your turn. Whenever that will be, kehehehe.
Junko: Look, I understand that you need all the practice to not suck complete balls, but right now we need an empty stage, so Sayaka's not seen in her underwear too much.
Sayaka: Junko?!
Makoto: W-w-what? Sayaka's going to be performing in her underwear?
Junko: Oopsie, did I let that slip. My bad!
Tsumugi: It's more we need to work out how a quick change would work on stage, but uh she might still be seen in her underwear while rehearsing.
Sayaka: Will you all please stop talking about my underwear!
Akane: A quick change performance, huh? Good luck, even when I was wearing the skimpiest outfits for gymnastics, it still took a good thirty seconds to change.
Shuichi: Sounds like you'd need a miracle to not be seen then.
Sakura: Wait…a miracle…or magic. I'll be right back.
Miu: What's gotten into the orge?
Junko: Nevermind all that, we still need a stage to perform on.
Maki: Well then you're going to have to get through me, so unless you want to die, I say go practice over on the side of the camp like the Lions.
Junko: ………Fine Miss Assassin, you win. But I won't forget this. Come on team we're leaving. [Narwhals follow her reluctantly]
Kaede: Thanks for that, Maki. Okay Makoto, let's just try a simple scale.
Ibuki: And Harold, how about we try an A-chord.
Hiyoko: Hey, what's the big idea hogging the stage?!
Korekiyo: Here we go again.
Sonia: If it wouldn't be much trouble friends, we'd like to use the stage to practice our act.
Keebo: Is Hiyoko going to dance in her underwear too?
Hiyoko: Ew, gross! What are you saying you perverted robot!
Keebo: Sorry, I just assumed that was how all the girls were performing these days.
Maki: Ignore him, like we told the Narwhals, we were here first.
Byakuya: While I commend your fighting spirit, just know that no matter how much practice you do, you'll never be able to force talent onto those two.
Hiyoko: Yeah besides, we at least have our routine planned out and everyone with actual talent who's going to perform.
Korekiyo: Really, and what would that be?
Leon: Like we're going to tell you guys. Just give us the stage so we can practice already. We need to use the wood backdrop of the stage anyway.
Akane: If that's all it is then-HIYAH! [she breaks the backdrop in half and tosses it to Kazuichi] There, practice with your backdrop somewhere else.
Kazuichi: Seriously…well fine. Let's go Rhinos.
[Cut to Himiko sitting by herself. Sakura approaches]
Sakura: Mind if I sit down with you?
Himiko: Nyeh sure…I'm guessing they called you over to make me help them.
Sakura: Actually, I came over of my own volition. But I am curious if you'd like to help. Sayaka could really use your expertise in magic.
Himiko: Yeah I get it, you just want to use me for my talent but when I'm no longer useful you'll just vote me off the team. Just like how they treated Tenko.
Sakura: I understand why you're upset. It seems the Octopi weren't committed to understanding Tenko; she was a person you comfortably called a friend. Why couldn't anyone else do the same?
[Himiko doesn't respond but gently nods]
Sakura: Well, I'm not forcing you to do anything. I'm just trying to understand your feelings. In the end, it's your decision whether you want to be part of the team or not and I'll respect that decision.
[Himiko still doesn't respond but gives a side glance to Sakura]
Sakura: However, if you do decide to participate, we could honestly use your magical talent to save Sayaka from embarrassment. I've seen your shows, you have a knack for misdirection. It would help to provide misdirection when Miu attempts the wardrobe change. But of course, that's if you decide to help.
[Himiko looks forward again still in silence]
Sakura: Well, that's all I came over here for. I'll be getting back to making sure Miu doesn't embarrass the rest of the team. I hope you feel better, Himiko.
[Himiko quietly watches Sakura get up and leave, before looking forward again in deep thought]
[Confessional]
Himiko: Nyeh, Tenko always believed in my magic but she believed in me as a person too. How can I guarantee the others see me as a person and not just the magician girl. Maybe I really can't…nyeh.
[End]
Junko: Well look what the Princess dragged in. You Rhinos got kicked off the stage too huh?
Hiyoko: Beat it, you skank. We're trying to rehearse and we've wasted enough time as it is.
Junko: Hey, I'm just trying to empathize with a fellow team. Those Octopi jerks shooed us away too. If only there was some way to get back at them. [Stares down Mukuro]
Sonia: Sorry Junko, but we need to practice right now, so no more distractions.
Junko: Fine fine, guess we should probably step away then. Don't want Sayaka's underwear to be a distraction.
Kazuichi: Wait, Sayaka's going to be singing in her underwear?
Sayaka: Stop telling everyone that!
Mahiru: Hey, would you other teams keep it down.
Nekomaru: Yeah, Angie needs complete concentration to work!
Sayaka: Ugh, let's just give up already there's no way Miu's invention is going to work without me being utterly embarrassed.
Miu: It could if you could change faster.
Tsumugi: And how do you suppose we do that. Hide her from plain sight everytime you shoot her.
Himiko: Sounds like you could use a little magic then.
Rantaro: Hey, Himiko's back. You feeling better?
Junko: Oh Staci, I knew you wouldn't let your team down.
Himiko: Nyeh…I didn't really want to do it for you but I'd feel awfully ashamed if I could've helped and didn't. So what's going on?
Miu: Well Shimplette, Pop Princess here is going to be zapped by my clothes cannon. It'll make it easier to change into a new outfit, but she's worried about everyone seeing her pink little panties.
Himiko: So you need a distraction to allow you time to change, huh? Okay, I can do that, just follow my lead.
Sayaka: Oh Himiko thank you so much, you're a lifesaver!
Kazuichi: Great you have your act figured out; now can we please have some room to practice?
[Confessional]
Kazuichi: It took a little bit of creative thinking but with Hiyoko, Gundham and Mukuro we finally had an idea. Mukuro is going to throw knives around Hiyoko's dance while Gundham's hamsters do some tricks on the knives that get stuck in the backdrop. Pretty brilliant, right. I bet Miss Sonia thinks so!
[End]
Kazuichi: Hiyoko, are you ready to begin?
Hiyoko: I was born ready, dummy. This is my talent after all. [She begins dancing]
Kazuichi: Okay Mukuro, now aim carefully as not to hit Hiyoko and strike the backdrop with the knives.
Mukuro: Sure, no problem. [Starts throwing knives around Hiyoko]
Hiyoko: Eeee! [She jumps a little every time a knife whizzes past her, stabbing into the backdrop making little platforms]
Kazuichi: Alright Gundham, you're up!
Gundham: Hmph, while this may be a mockery of your power, for the good of our team do not disappoint me my Dark Devas of Destruction! To the left San-D. The right Maga-Z. Jum-P, the high one. And of course Cham-P, harness all your power and get to the low one there. [They each take a knife pedestal] Now switch it up! [They begin leaping from knife to knife timing it to Hiyoko's dance]
Kazuichi: Yes, this is working. Now Mukuro, just a few more knives to bring home the finale. Just aim true; you've got this.
Mukuro: Aim true, right…
[Confessional]
Mukuro: I'm supposed to play dirty, right? I've never been more confident in my accuracy…and yet.
[End]
Hiyoko: Just throw it already, my dance is almost over.
Mukuro: *deep breath* [she eyes a slit through the backdrop and sees Kaede and Makoto at the piano] HIYAH!!!
[The knife speeds past Hiyoko and she feels the motion] Hiyoko: Hey, watch where you're throwing you clumsy-
Sonia: Oh no, Octopi, watch out!
Ibuki: Harold, come on, it's just a simple pluck and strum like this.
Nagito: Like this [strums his bass guitar. Immediately a string breaks near the top and whips Makoto in the arm]
Makoto: Agh! [He falls from the piano bench in pain] What the heck was that for?!
[As he falls, the knife flies passed and ricochets off the piano]
Kaede: Woah! What the? Makoto, look out!
[The knife comes flying back towards the Rhinos]
Peko: I got this. [She take out her sword and deflects the knife away]
Yasuhiro: Watch where you're throwing that thing, you could've hurt someone.
Mukuro: Apologies, it must have hit a weak part of the backdrop. I'll be more careful nex-
???: AGGHHHHH NOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Peko: Uh oh…
Mahiru: My….my….my camera!!! [The knife finally came to a stop lodging itself directly into her camera lens]
Nekomaru: HEEEEYYY!!! What happened over here?
Mondo: Yeah, what the [bleep] did you just do?
Mukuro: Oh crap…
Kazuichi: L-listen it was an accident, alright. We just had a mishap with the knife throws.
Kaito: You took out one of our performers!
Mukuro: I deeply apologize. It won't happen again.
Byakuya: You're right it won't because you're sitting this one out now.
Mukuro: What?
Aoi: Byakuya, please it was an accident. Besides, we need her for this.
Byakuya: Do we? Every time we rely on this incompetent soldier we either come in last place or second to last place. You're clearly putting too much faith in her. I don't care if we are in the same class, she's only become a detriment to the team even more than the little loudmouth.
Hiyoko: Hey!
[Mukuro looks over to Junko who simply gives a dismissive smirk]
Sonia: Byakuya, we don't need to be so harsh. Maybe Mukuro just needs a little break, if we just-
Mukuro: No, it's fine. If you don't want me anymore, I won't try to help you guys. See you later.
Byakuya: Finally, the girl gets the memo.
Sonia: Mukuro please, you don't have to do this.
Leon: Well, that's just great, so now who do you expect to perform for our team?
Byakuya: Figure it out yourself, and stop relying on one person to solve all your problems. I bet the swordswoman could do just as well. She hasn't been pulling her weight that much.
Yasuhiro: Dude, you can't just call her fat like that!
Byakuya: How about it, Pekoyama? Knives are just like mini swords, right?
Peko: If this is really how you want this competition to go, I'll give it a shot.
Aoi: But just know if we lose, we're blaming you for this, Byakuya.
Byakuya: Typical peasants. Putting all your actions into your emotions rather than your logic.
Sonia: Byakuya, that is enough. Even I, as a woman of nobility, know this is not how you should treat your friends!
Byakuya: So the Princess finally has a backbone.
Sonia: That's right, and I intend to use it and not let my friends be bullied around by you.
Kazuichi: You tell him Miss Sonia!
Byakuya: Fine then bring back the soldier girl but you better hurry because your time is up.
Leon: What do you mean?
[Loudspeaker feedback]
Chris: Attention all campers. Your three hours of preparation are over! Please join us at the stage. Narwhals you're up first.
Peko: Looks like he's right. It's fine, I'll do my best. Just know we're not afraid of you.
Byakuya: The feelings are mutual.
[Confessional]
Sonia: Ooh, that Byakuya. First driving away Mukuro then thinking he can just boss us around. If I weren't trying to be so proper I'd call him a…call him… a [bleep] [bleep] [bleep] [bleep] with a [bleep] [bleep] in his [bleep] [be-
[End]
To be continued

Discord Username: RW#4211
Character Name and House: Rodrik Blackwood (pinging Lirabear for confirmation)
Age: 38
Appearance: Ser Rodrik Blackwood is a hulking, bulging, beastly man. He is near 7 feet tall and embedded in his skull are cold and beady black eyes. Rodrik's scared visage frames a permanent scowl and a hooked nose. His looks and imposing stature make the Brute of Blackwood an intimidating foe.
Gift: Monstrous
Skills: Swords, Knightly
Talent(s): Hunting, Tracking, Interrogation
Starting Title(s): The Brute of Blackwood
Starting Location: At the feast, along with the rest of the Blackwood party.

TIMELINE

169 - Rodrik Blackwood is born, the final child of Lord Hoster and Lady Zia. Already a risky pregnancy for the aging Zia, Rodrik is a hulking and screeching baby. As he enters the world, tearing and clawing for freedom, his poor mother succumbs to a loss of blood from the procedure.
174 - Huge for his age, Rodrik bullies other children, ignoring rules and taking as he likes. His father neglects punishment for the boy in lieu of his own sadness at losing his wife. His only friend is his sister Bethany.
176 - Rodrik finally stops breastfeeding from his wetnurse
177 - Growing into a spoiled and impudent young boy, Rodrik easily bests boys of his age through his physical strength in lessons of martial skill. Neglectful of other lessons, Rodrik boasts and brags.
179 - in his lessons, Rodrik takes pride in knowing he is of the stock of the first men... perhaps the only part of lessons he takes seriously. He adheres to the old gods.
180 - Rodrik throws a kitten into the bakers oven. His sister is furious and slaps the boy, leaving a lasting impression.
182 - Rodrik is developing into an impressive fighter, but is known to disregard technique in favour of brute strength. When offered constructive criticism, he flies into fits of anger. The boy is already hefty and extremely tall for his age - in an already tall family.
184 - Refusing to attend the wedding of his sister, Rodrik instead remains at Raventree hall, causing trouble. Rodrik has grown into a huge young man, strong as an ox and with the temper of a lion.
186 - Rodrik rides to war, at the side of his brother Samwell. In the fighting, Rodrik callously charges enemy lines upon his mighty warhorse without any assistance, and Sam rides to save him. In the ensuing melee, Sam is killed, but Rodriks slaughters his foes, taking many wounds in the process. Offered a knighthood for his bravery, Rodrik refuses, as he still follows the old gods. He fights in many battles, his presence striking fear into the enemy at his great size and bulk. His grasp of tactics however, is severely lacking.
187 - Rodrik returns home from the war. Jealous of king Maelors marriage to Bethany, he refuses to attend the ceremony. He is wed to Serra Vance. It is a loveless marriage, with Rodrik secretly pining after his sister from afar.
187 - Rodrik returns home from the war. Jealous of king Maelors marriage to Bethany, he refuses to attend the ceremony. In an attempt to keep Rodrik from siring more bastards, he is wed to Serra Vance. It is a loveless marriage, with Rodrik secretly pining after his sister from afar.
191 - His brutality with the smallfolk and extortion of the poor earn him the moniker 'The Brute of Blackwood'
193-197 - Rodrik begins tutoring his nephews Tytos and Brynden in the ways of the sword. His style is at odds with his brother Roose. Rodrik pushes the two into a style of extremely agressive swordsmanship, while Roose teaches them proper fighting technique. Through the balance of teachings, the two become expert fighters. Rodrik and Roose, though very different men, develop a strange brotherly bond. His two nephews aswell, develop a twisted bond with their villainous uncle, who endulges them in any vices.
198 - Rodrik impregnates his wife, this time delivering a healthy baby, who he names after himself. The baby is as big as he is, and it takes a heavy toll on his wife. Rodrik is now content with his legacy. He also attends the wedding of Tytos, giving for a large sum of gold and trinkets that he extorted from smallfolk.
201 - Little Rodrik drowns in a freak accident while playing near the river. Rodrik hangs the nurse who was supposed to be minding him, and the already quick tempered man becomes truly and deeply violent.
202 - Rodrik accompanied his brother Roose, as well as his nephew Tytos on a hunt for brigands. At Pennytree ford, the small party was ambushed by a much larger Bracken force. Tytos was killed, and the Blackwood party narrowly escaped with their lives. Benjicot Blackwood places a bounty on the head of Raymund Bracken and his associates. Rodrik swears revenge.
204- Upon receiving word of Queen Bethany's death, Rodrik has a brutal tantrum that lasts a fortnight. At the end of his period of mourning, his own wife Serra passes under mysterious circumstances.
205 - Rodrik is an accomplice in the murder of Harry Bracken. Fleeing home to Raventree, Rodrik prepares for war, elated at the concept of spilling Bracken blood.
206 - Rodrik is remarried, this time to Alyssa Vypren.

So a bunch of you have called me out for quasi recovery behaviours. I want to challenge myself to get into full recovery- that is my biggest goal.
I need full recovery for certain. I'm a parent of a pre-teen who I homeschooled since he was 5, with my husband for 20 years, and a 3rd semester nursing student. I had to take medical leave this last semester due to the anorexia nervosa, and this fall is my last chance at becoming a nurse (and eventually a midwife). I have had 3 surrobabies, and I am a great advocate for animals as a vegan.
I have a lot to offer the world, but so many things have me hung up: I lost all my friends due to alcoholism and this last relapse (basically I just drank and that was my caloric intake); I lost my partner of 8.5 years (polyamorous) after he was taken into federal custody for heinous crimes; my next partner of around a year decided to cheat on me and as soon as I got home from treatment basically said he wanted only a FWB situation and nothing more which led to me feeling like I was only being used for my body. I think I have depression (I am not sure), because nothing seems to interest me anymore, though I have bad ADHD that I am just not doing okay with masking anymore. My energy levels are just totally nil, even with eating a lot of carbohydrates and protein, probably because my entire brain is just swallowed by thoughts of how big I am or how I hate looking like a normal "mom bod" type. (I am 37 years old.) I really do spend a lot of the day on my couch or in bed and getting out to see my husband’s friends is like a whole production. Before I got treatment, I was honestly just SO overwhelmed by how many awful things happened to me, that I was ready to just peace out of life.
Can anyone please give me advice on how to get the hell out of the funk? I know you all see me posting a lot, and really its because I am lonely and my whole world is recovery recovery recovery right now. I feel like I am the heaviest I've been in ages- both physically and emotionally- and I am so alone in this fight because no one gets it. I even have friends who encourage me to go on hikes with them or go for runs (I used to be a long distance runner, so people think that will get me out of my head I guess?). I am not excited for any of the take out food I once enjoyed that most people use to challenge their ED, and I am stuck eating the same foods all day every day because I love them and that's all I want. I do eat enough calories for most AFABs (if not more). But then I wonder if that is the ED.
Please... does anyone have advice? Words of wisdom? A feeling of strength that eventually I will feel like this has been worth it? I just don’t know what I’m doing wrong to still feel so awful.

Anxiety like my therapist says?
Is this anxiety? Or what?
I didn't go to pre-K, I did go to a morning class but I never went to pre-k. In 1st grade I went half days, and my mom would take me out in the afternoons. I did go to a homeschooling teacher for a little while, I can't remember how I did. Then 2nd through 4th grade I went normally. Then, she took me out to homeschool me, it didn't work out so she stuck me back in later in the year.
I surely fell behind because I couldn't stay focused on my schoolwork at home, that's why my mom put me back in public schooling. Which I'm thankful for. I missed a lot of school through my education years, due to an illness I had which had me vomiting quite frequently. They took me out of class for math because I fell behind, and I had comprehension issues due to my ADHD. I have attention deficits. But, now it's gotten better. In 5th grade towards the end of the year they brought up to my mom they would like to place me on an IEP due to falling behind in a few subjects; Reading and Mathematics.
Fast forward to current time, given I was in an IEP I feel like I'm intellectually or developmentally delayed. I feel like I'm slow, I currently live at home and work in the hospital as a certified nursing assistant. I work full time, but I feel dumb. I pay rent at home even though I'm so bad with money it's insane. I'm impulsive with money especially, I prioritize things badly. I know I'm doing it too, it's just like impulsive. It's weird. I have bad anxiety, social anxiety as well.. anxiety for every situation it seems like. I've gone to therapy for it, because I feel like I'm existing... not living. My therapist says that given that I was able to pass my CNA state certification I'd have to be average or above average in intelligence to even pass it.
I feel like everyone around me knows something is "off". Even though I haven't heard it, I'm sure they talk? I don't really care about anything else anyone has to say BUT the thought of them thinking that I'd be slow or intellectually delayed bothers me. As a kid I walked and talked on time, and passed my childhood milestones. It wasn't ever indicated I was intellectually delayed.
I got employee of the month 2 months being in the hospital, but I've made big mistakes no one got hurt. I've been a CNA 4 years prior. These nurses are my age and younger and they seem so mature. I feel like sometimes I feel dumb and inadequate. I'm quiet, but I want to be smart and an intellectual. They always say how a hard job I do. These nurses hangout and are friends with each other. I feel out of sorts here. There's been times where they come sit by me cause I sit away from them. Do you think they think something is off? They seem to like me and keep me included. THEY are articulate, I think I'm articulate online but offline it's bad.
I don't know if I'm overthinking this?
There's patients that come in with cognitive deficits or intellectual disabilities. I don't act like them, but everytime I hear something along those lines I panic. I worry people think that about me. I worked with adults with intellectual disabilities and it triggered something in me. I had to quit because of it.
I got drunk the other night and said to my friends "I think I'm slow" and they were like "No you arent!" But idk if they say they cause they didn't want to hurt my feelings.
The CNA test is common sense but my therapist said that I'd have to hold an average intelligence.
I still live at home, I'm 26, needing dental work done and now I have to get insurance on my own because I don't have any now. I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety. Is this just anxiety? My one friend said socially I probably have anxiety over. I do have bad social anxiety and I'm quiet. I spend money and sometimes go into overdrafts, I'm bad with money but I know I am and it's an issue. I spend money to be happy, because I'm so sad a lot. I am paying off my car to my mom, I pay rent everyday check to my mom. It's not like I'm living here for free. I would love my own place but I can't afford it.
I feel like at work I'm slow, even though they tell me I do amazing. These nurses are younger and my age and they are so assertive, confident and I more so go with the flow.
I'm pretty quiet, I'm opening up now. I feel like I do stupid shit all the time... and I've been a CNA for a long time. They are assertive and I feel like they tell me what to do.
I just hope my friends going forward don't say anymore after the encounter on my drunk night. I'll just play it off as I was drunk lol

My (f28) 64 year old mother just suffered a massive ischemic stroke. We missed the window to disolve the clot but they did go in and remove it in surgery. The clot was in her left hemisphere affecting her language and cognitive abilities. It's really one of the hardest things I've delt with. She tries to talk some but it doesn't really make any sense. She just sits in the hospital room and stares at the t.v, sometimes when I come in the volume isn't even on so I know she's not really watching it. The only time I've seen something in her that resembles the old her is when I bring my one year old son to visit. I was not able to do this at first because children 12 and under are not allowed on the ICU floor. When I'm not there she has refused her medication and labs. The nurses ask me to talk to her and she nods her head that she will allow them to do what they need to do in order to help her. I don't think she understands anything that's happening or that she even understands that she had a stroke. She was refusing rehab and I asked her if she refused and she said no. The doctors said that despite their efforts that the stroke was still pretty massive and that there was extensive damage to her brain. They didn't even want to place her in rehab but directly into assisted living. We did find a place that accepts her insurance, which is just basic Medicare that has cognitive and occupational rehab. They will extend to long term if needed. The thought of her not returning to somewhat normal is heartbreaking. Has anyone had to get some form of power of attorney for medical and financial power to ensure that she cannot refuse care and to pay financial obligations? If anyone has, what was the process like? Also has anyone had a family member with extensive brain damage show significant improvement? I really don't want her to be in nursing home but I'm a full time student and have a 1 year old son.

I’m between these two careers and am in my mid 20s. I’m worried about things getting more and more expensive and getting kicked out of the area I’ve always called home. Currently living with family to save for whatever schooling I pick and I don’t have a good idea of rent around here because of it. It would be either masters in school counseling or bsn nursing. I know I’d do fine out of school with either as a single person especially with roommates but I have no idea what the future holds as far as a future long term partner to split costs or kids. Not expecting to be rich and buy a house but would want to at least rent an apartment around here/have the option to start a family and not struggle eventually.

This is in Arizona. My father is 70 and just had two major back surgeries within one week of another. The surgeries were both intensive and his recovery period is expected to be several months. After about a week at the hospital, he was moved to a skilled nursing facility for physical therapy and ostensibly to make sure he always has someone there to help him. They haven't said how long he's meant to stay at the facility yet. When he checked into the facility, I was there and told the person checking him in that he was a fall risk and could hardly walk, even with two people holding him up. I specifically said that he definitely cannot walk on his own.
Since being there, he's had a lot of trouble with getting the staff's attention when he calls. The alarm will go off for 30+ minutes and no one will show up. He had to call me the third night he was there so I could call the facility to tell them to go help him. Earlier today, he tried to call for help so he could use the restroom. The bell rang for 30 minutes and no one came. So, he got up and tried to go to the bathroom by himself. This was unwise, but they have him on an insane combination of pain medication and gabapentin that's disorienting him. He fell trying to enter the bathroom, had to CRAWL to the toilet, then fell again trying to get back in bed. I'm completely furious. Surely nursing facilities have a responsibility to prevent falls like this? Letting a patient alarm go on for a half hour seems absolutely negligent to me.
I'm not sure what can be done about this? The facility is saying they can't get an x-ray done until doctor approves of it, which would be Monday. But he literally had his back broken in surgery and falling like this can cause huge damage to the healing process. I'm not trying to sue the facility, but I do want them to face some responsibility for this. My father wants to get out of there ASAP but I'm not sure what the consequences are of leaving before the Dr. approves of him checking out. Also, neither of us can afford a full time caretaker at home for him, I work full time, and him being at home alone would be just as dangerous. I'm completely at a loss as to what to do here.

I've had to use 911 3x recently and the last 2 I've gotten so much crap from Dr's and nurses. It's like I'm throwing up literally not stop, screaming, and nothing I have at home stops it. To me it is an emergency. The flareup takes morphine or dilaudid and 2 shots at that to usually make it stop. That's not something I get at home. I have no one to take me and I'm having to walk home when I leave as hubby doesn't have the gas to get me. Do these people think we enjoy wasting our time in their ers? Like I wouldn't rather be at home with my babies feeling like a normal human? I'm giving this last surgeon a go and if that doesn't work out then I truly give up. I'm already 35. I don't plan on doing this another 30 years.

37 F, suffered from HS since I was 10, diagnosed at 32. Over the years I would show up to a derm or urgent care to help with painful boils in my buttocks and groin (they surmised cysts or MRSA, lol) but have self managed for years or just taken oral antibiotics or used topical treatments.
I haven’t gone to urgent care in years but this current flare was so painful, felt like the size of a ping pong ball on my inner butt cheeks and it was actually two connected boils. The nurse practitioner incised and drained it. But she also packed the wound which hurt like holy hell.
Now I’m home and and the wound is hurting. Especially if I have to walk. If I go pee, urine gets on the wound. How am I supposed to care for a packed wound and how the hell am I supposed to get the gauze out.
I have a consultation with a renowned plastic surgeon who treats HS in less than two weeks and I can’t wait to talk surgery options. This life is hell.
*Editing to add that the assessment paper from the clinic diagnosed me as having a “vaginal cyst” and being obese 🙄 and no mention of wound care.

I've had to use 911 3x recently and the last 2 I've gotten so much crap from Dr's and nurses. It's like I'm throwing up literally not stop, screaming, and nothing I have at home stops it. To me it is an emergency. The flareup takes morphine or dilaudid and 2 shots at that to usually make it stop. That's not something I can so at home. I have no one to take me and I'm having to walk home when I leave as hubby doesn't have the gas to get me. Do these people think we enjoy wasting our time in their ers? Like I wouldn't rather be at home with my babies feeling like a normal human? I'm giving this last surgeon a go and if that doesn't work out then I truly give up. I'm already 35. I don't plan on doing this another 30 years.

I've had to use 911 3x recently and the last 2 I've gotten so much crap from Dr's and nurses. It's like I'm throwing up literally not stop, screaming, and nothing I have at home stops it. To me it is an emergency. The flareup takes morphine or dilaudid and 2 shots at that to usually make it stop. That's not something I can so at home. I have no one to take me and I'm having to walk home when I leave as hubby doesn't have the gas to get me. Do these people think we enjoy wasting our time in their ers? Like I wouldn't rather be at home with my babies feeling like a normal human? I'm giving this last surgeon a go and if that doesn't work out then I truly give up. I'm already 35. I don't plan on doing this another 30 years.