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Hello everyone! I’ve been on Lamictal for about three and a half years. About a year ago we upped my dose to 150mg from 100mg, and I started getting a horrible pain in the upper left abdomen. The only thing that had changed was my medication so I dropped by down to 100mg. The rolling cramps and stabbing pain have mostly subsided, but I’m still having occasional pain. I was eventually put on a PPI because I had GERD even before Lamictal but it really seems to irritate my stomach acid. I’ve tried going back up to 125 and got instant heartburn. I’m worried I have an ulcer that can’t heal because of the medication. Has anyone else had heartburn? If so, did it eventually subside? The medication has done wonders for my MDD and I’m terrified to get off it because it’s made me feel like a functional human being, but not at the risk of frying my stomach lining. I go in for an appointment with a gastroenterologist in a week, and I’m sure they’ll do an endoscopy to see what’s going on. I’m just bummed. :(
Unfortunately, Thundurus doesn’t get any good special flying moves so to work around it I plan on using prankster Electric Terrain, electric seed, then rely on acrobatics for my flying coverage while also having tbolt or wildbolt for electric stab.
I don’t wan’t to go with a neutral nature but this could be one of the few instances where it makes sense, no? This is my first year in VGC so I wanted suggestions on how to get the most out of this set.
I plan on some variation of Thundurus-Bundle-Eleki core.
Just heard this phrase second time from the second guy I've try to have a relationship with but wouldn't commit. Every time I've heard that phrase, it's like the wound doesn't bleed enough that they pull out the dagger to use this word to stab in my heart again. Why!!! Just why?!!! If you aren't interested, don't say we are just friends and have everything like a relationship and keep saying we are not dating!!!
And I'm resisting the urge to pop it with every fiber of my being and it's tearing me apart.
One of my stims has always been skin picking and this thing is driving me nuts 😂
Just knowing it's there even though it's causing no pain. The voice in the back of my head is like "you should stab that thing with a needle. Do it. It'll be fun."
hey! so today i went in to see my piercer to get my seamless ring taken out since the metal was too strong for me to do it myself. long story short i ended up going to someone who wasn't my usual piercer.
he was easy to get along with but when he was taking out my seamless ring he was struggling to pry it open and was pressing really hard onto my nose. and i mean like REALLY hard that i could feel the pressure build up like my nose was about to break of fracture. he switched in a clicker i brought in for me since i was in tears by that point (he also struggled putting the clicker in and stabbed the inside of my nose a couple times trying to jab it through part that wasnt the hole).
im wondering if i should be worried if the pain persists tomorrow or within the next week? the pain feels like i just got my septum pierced for the first time again and it hurts to even touch my nose. i should add the seamless ring was what i got when i first got the piercing and it's what it healed with.
Just turned 36 yesterday. I get it, I really do. Did a funeral for a suicide in the family, blaming myself for it. Spouse's health issues might or might not be fixable, but sure as hell not with them eating garbage and listening to the doctor for maybe 36 hours once they walk out the very expensive door then going right back to frat boy food. Then the house and kids thing isn't possible with their medical bills, and their extensive lost wages, and we're at the very end of the age window on kids .
My parents are alive and well but long divorced and damn if one of them wasn't basically gone due to my hair trigger control freak in law. Then I found the other one dead.
I'm sure as hell not perfect either, but damn I get why we love those plucky saved relationship, saved terrible circumstance, uplifting chicken soup for the soul things That shit's a fantasy.
Comment a help line and I will find you and stab you.
I've seen lots of negative posts today about the newer films so I decided to post a little positivity since Scream 5 and 6 (Along with Scream 1 and Scream 3) Are my absolute favorite films of the franchise. I love those movies.
Let's begin with Scream 5, this movie is the absolute way you return to a franchise, we've we've many franchises return after a long hiatus and they usually end up being bad, but Scream 5 was perfect and shows how you properly return to a franchise. It gave us two of the best Ghostfaces in my opinion. Richie who is my 4th favorite Ghostface, he may not have done much in costume, but his Wes kill was BRUTAL and I love his speech and performance by Jack Quaid in the end. Amber was also amazing for the same reasons. I love how stab happy she was and Mikey's performance. And their motive is still my favorite in the franchise, many hate it but I LOVED it. It was the perfect motive for this movie, it fits with today's events and it was so creative. And it gave us new amazing characters to follow, Sam may have gotten hate in 5, but I think she was always cool. And they brought back the legacy characters in the best way that they could, while I do have some negative thoughts about Dewey's death. I still think he was handled perfectly. And this movie gave me my favorite version of Sidney, she is the badass returning final girl done right. (Sorry 2018 laurie). And the kills and lines from Ghostface were top tier. Say what you want about the writing, but I think this movie was written pretty well.
Now, Scream 6 which is my favorite sequel. This is the movie to finally acknowledge previous events in a non vague way. It was an absolute love letter to Scream fans of all the movies. And it absolutely improved on characters like Sam, Tara and Chad. If 5 didn't do these characters justice to you, this movie absolutely will. Sam was an amazing final girl, and Chad become a fan favorite of many. Say what you want about the few plot holes and weird things that happened with injuries, but that doesn't ruin the movie. It gave us one of the best Ghostfaces ever, and I think all 3 killers were amazing. What Quinn lacked in kills, she made up for her with her acting and her dialogue with Gale. Ethan and Wayne gave us some of the most iconic sequences in the franchises. And I think these 3 killers were Mrs. Loomis but done better and correctly. I still love Mrs. Loomis, but she was mad over a son she abandoned? She's still allowed to be upset but you abandoned him. Bailey never abandoned his son, and his motive wasn't just "You killed my son so now you die!". It was more so "You killed my son in an absolute monstrous way, you are too unhinged to be kept alive." And they did justice to Kirby with her return. And this movie finally changed a lot from the formula of the other 5 (which isn't a bad formula, all of those movies are amazing to me.) But you gotta respect this movie for being different. And the Shrine was an absolute highlight. Most of the movies tend to gloss over the previous ones, but this one didn't. It followed up the events of 5 and went beyond and gave us so many references to the first 4.
All in all, these movies have their issues, yes. But we should be grateful they haven't gone downhill like other franchises like Friday the 13th, NOES and Halloween. These movies still have enjoyability and their problems are extremely small.
Credit for the original story goes to u/spacepaladin15
--- Memory transcript subject:
Sasha Everett, ex-UN noncombatant Date [Standardized Human Time]:
February 29th, 2177 Location:
Upper layer of City 23, Venlil Prime
“I’m going, I’m going! Gojids aren’t— khh-aah! — exactly limber in their older years, Sasha! Right, I don’t see anyone in this hallway either, you can come in.”
Sasha clambered through the window after her talkative gray-quilled friend, slipping through with significantly less effort despite her larger frame. The Rising Star was laughably unsecure; windows were unlocked and at chest height, with no alarm system to speak of. The hotel was in some sort of lockdown due to the exterminator presence, all residents and staff hiding behind locked doors. It would be an issue if their target was stowed in a room, but at least the halls were empty. All that left for security was the exterminators gathered at the entrance, and—
An extended claw stopped her from tripping straight into an intersection, as Burai forced her back into the hallway. “There’s cameras here, they’ll spot you!”
“Haven’t they already seen you? You’re standing right in their view.”
“No, they… I mean, yes, but nobody’ll care about a Gojid in the halls. To a surveillance AI scanning a spaceport hotel, that’s business as usual. But as soon as a human steps out here, security will be notified about a ‘potential predation incident’. Just stay there, and let me… let… w-what?”
“Burai? What’s going on?”
Burai was staring down the hall, eyes rapidly flitting to focus on something which she couldn’t see from her view in the adjacent hall. His jaw was entirely slack for several seconds before he managed to collect himself.
“The, uh… cameras. The cameras are shut down. All of them, they’re staring at the ground and their lights are out. I think you can come out now.”
They had little time to spare, and hesitation would only hurt their chances. She paced out into the corridor alongside Burai, casting a glance down both ways. It was as he’d said; every camera was unlit and staring loosely at the floor. Likely Trish’s doing. No way to tell if (or when) they’d reactivate, so they had to get moving. Burai apparently thought the same, though his relatively stubby legs meant his sprint was about level with her stride.
As they moved through the hall at slightly less than record pace, Sasha began taking in her surroundings. It could be useful to memorize if they had to leave the way they came, so she absorbed every detail she could as they ran like hell/jogged with mild exertion. Orange walls, painted in a stepped gradient from burnt orange to a light cream. A fascinating choice for a world where the native species had orange-colored blood, but apparently they couldn’t be bothered to pretend that prey should be scared of anything bearing the color of their blood anymore. She had to admit, it was a welcome change.
Lining the walls were an assortment of mounted displays. Arranged in a pattern which looked random but was carefully considered for visual balance, they showed an assortment of artwork from every species. She even thought she recognized a few human paintings, mixed alongside the rest of the dizzying collage.
Maybe she had, but it was hard to say for sure. She didn’t have time to get a good look before every panel suddenly went dark at once, with nothing in the way of warning or fanfare. For a brief instant, the hall was filled with rows of ominous black rectangles, before two white lines of text appeared on each and every one:
FLOOR THREE LOBBY
LEFT OF VENDING MACHINE
The panels switched back to their previous display of artwork almost too quickly to read the message. Sasha was left briefly wondering if she was simply hallucinating from the stress, but Burai’s once-again slack jaw dispelled that notion. He looked up at her, trying to say something but failing for lack of breath.
They were on floor zero. The elevators were disabled due to the lockdown, and the stairs were arranged in such a way that one needed to cross around half the building to get to the next one up (whoever was in charge of planning apparently didn’t consider fire a real issue). If they were to make it upstairs before the exterminators caught up with them, they couldn’t be constrained by Burai’s sluggish pace.
In one beautiful fluid motion, she tore off her jacket, wrapped it around Burai, and picked him up. The thick flame-resistant plastic fiber made for an excellent barrier against his spikes, shielding her from a moderately painful and very embarrassing impalement. Burai squeaked in shock, but didn’t protest; they both knew that he couldn’t keep up with an endurance hunter’s jog. Without even the bare imitation of caution, she tore off towards the stairs with Burai in tow. They couldn’t afford to lose time playing at caution when their target was three floors above them through a bizarrely labyrinthian series of stairs.
They’d hardly made it halfway through the second floor when their progress was rather rudely interrupted. A small contingent of exterminators milled about the entrance to the stairwell, too engrossed in conversation to notice the couple of interlopers rapidly skid to a stop and duck behind an archway.
In the reflection of an unpowered screen near the door, Sasha and Burai watched the exterminators from a ‘safe’ distance. The majority of them broke away to rush down another corridor, leaving only two at the stairs: a Venlil and Harchen, judging by their frames. Snippets of their conversation drifted down the empty hall, intermittently cut out by the screeching sound of a broken automatic door repeatedly trying and failing to close.
“—on the first floor, either. You sure they—”
“—way. It has to be here somewhere. ‘Course, Yawi—”
“—d never! You know, that human can’t tell the di—”
On the next screech, Burai made his move. With the noise of the door covering the sound of his approach, he managed to get within meters of the exterminators undetected. At the last second before they noticed his presence, he moved around to make it look like he’d come from another hallway. Then, he drew a breath.
“H-Help! Help me!”
The two wheeled around, flamethrowers already primed before they spotted their assailant. Gojid were generally less than respected owing to their nature as cured predators, but an old man screaming for help didn’t exactly spark fear. Their weapons lowered, and the Venlil flicked a tail in friendly greeting. The Harchen seemed less amused.
“What are you doing outside of your room, Gojid? The hotel’s on lockdown. We’ve gotten notice of a bio—”
“No, no, please don’t make me g-go back there! There’s a… a h-h…”
“A human in your room? Mind telling us what you were doing staying with one?”
“I heard… I heard crying on the outside of the door, so I let him in… I didn’t realize it was…”
The Venlil put a gentle paw over the shaking Gojid. “I understand. Don’t worry, its deception dies with us. You’re safe. Can you tell us what room it’s in now?”
“I see. Kyura, go check out room 419. I’ll stay here and—”
“Wait! It’s got a… a…”
Burai didn’t finish, choosing to let himself devolve into another bout of feigned fear. In the absence of details, the two would imagine the human to be armed with whatever scared them most. His bet paid off; the Venlil rose to her feet and rushed after the Harchen with her weapon aimed slightly upward at what would be a human’s center mass.
He let his act continue for a few more seconds, apparently waiting until he was certain they wouldn’t double back before scrambling for the stairs. By the time he made his way up to the third floor, she was already beside him and panting slightly.
“What… was that?”
“Improv. You should try it sometime! Anyway, I don’t think we have much time before those idiots realize there’s no room 419 on this floor, so we’re really on the clock. You see what we’re looking for anywhere?”
Sasha kept breathing hard as she scanned the room, before wordlessly rushing off next to a window overlooking a side alley which connected to the one the rest of their their group was perched on. Underneath, a backpack emblazoned with the UN’s logo was stuffed haphazardly next to a vending machine. Apparently, it had been tossed there in a rush as the building was put under lockdown, rather than carefully hidden. She picked it up, looked it over, and nodded at Burai.
“Great. Although…” He looked around the room a few times before returning his attention back to her.
“...unless there’s a parachute in there, I’m not sure it matters much. The lower floors are crawling with exterminators. I don’t see any obvious exits, and I really don’t favor our odds for a 3-story fall. Sasha?”
“Burai, get over here.”
Burai sauntered over as fast as his legs would carry him. She gestured at the window with her head.
“...You can’t be serious.”
“I am. There’s a dumpster below us, we passed it earlier. Filled with fabric, probably a load of blankets they threw out. You’ll be fine. Just cover your head and land feetfirst.”
“Sasha, I think I’d rather burn— AHCK!—”
With Burai in one arm and the backpack in the other, Sasha kicked out the window screen and jumped before she could stop to regret the decision.
The brunt of the pain stabbed her side, as a couple of Burai’s spines slipped past her unzipped jacket to jab themselves in her torso. Aside from that minor embarrassing oversight, she was unharmed. Her complete lack of training was handily circumvented by sheer dumb luck and the merciful softness of discarded hotel bedding. By the time she reoriented herself, Burai was already dragging her out of the dumpster. Bedsheets clung to his spikes, but aside from his pride, he too seemed unharmed.
Another hand, or rather bandaged paw, pulled her to her feet. Tressa encircled her like a short fluffy snake, apparently checking for injuries. Satisfied after two coils, he switched to watching their flank as the rest of them regrouped and recuperated. James was helping Burai pick fabric from his spines. Trish eyed the backpack, before turning her attention to the spot of red at her side.
“Sasha, can you move?”
“Yes. It’s just a skin wound, I’ll be fine. Is Beast all set to go?”
James’ muffled voice rang out from behind her. “Practically raring, last I checked! And a good thing too, because we’re skipping town immediately. Don’t have any time for the usual runaround, not with all this unwanted attention.”
As they closed in on the main street, Sasha zipped up her jacket to cover the wound and slung the backpack over a shoulder. She tried to act normal and casual, though the most she could realistically manage in that regard was to cover any limp from the pain in her torso. The rest of them slipped into their rehearsed roles, immediately cutting any discussion about the situation in favor of meaningless small talk which nobody could take notice of. Hopefully, their acting would be enough to cover for her lack thereof.
The street was awash with people, a viscous fluid of bodies pulling every which way. The lively roar of activity would be enough to cover their tracks as they made their way back to Beast, even if the exterminators realized they had a runaway. Still, time worked against them. The sooner they could get going, the better.
— Memory transcript subject:
Kelsen, Venlil extermination officer Date [Standardized Human Time]:
February 29th, 2177 Location:
City 23, Venlil Prime
Kelsen watched through the screen of a digital scope as the ragtag group of predators and predator diseased piled into their little barely-functional van, practically crushing each other for lack of space. Once they were packed in shoulder-to-shoulder like cattle, the pathetic thing sputtered to life and limped out into the street.
They must’ve assumed the van was untraceable owing to its advanced age. It was true that automated systems wouldn’t cooperate, but a tracker planted on the underside would have no issues. Their retreat would lead the law straight back to their den.
Well... OK, so maybe the law could wait a moment. Official practice dictated that anything “contaminated” by predators be burned without delay, but he just couldn’t have that. Since the idiotic Federation-wide ban on near-sentient surveillance AI a couple years ago, their leads on predator subversives were running thinner by the day. A raid could gather invaluable intel.
He already had a squad lined up, with body armor instead of hazard suits and kinetic weapons instead of flamethrowers. He’d even rallied up an investigator, a successfully reeducated human who hunted information rather than helpless prey. It would be such a shame to let all that go to waste and simply burn their hideout to ash; that could always come later. Besides, he’d put far too much effort into tracking this group to simply pour some napalm and call it a day.
His little raid would have to operate outside the law to get results. That hadn’t been an issue to arrange, of course, but it meant that if things went south they wouldn’t get any backup. He couldn’t afford to be hasty about this.
But he couldn’t afford to be passive, either. The facial recognition software they’d used to ID and track the Gojid was already skirting the law; their raiding party was actively flaunting it. Kelsen couldn’t let his noble work fall victim to the chains of bureaucracy.
If he wanted to get away with this, he’d have to do it tonight.
boarding axe a new melee weapon that swings slower than sword but deals more damage and can damage ship with enough hits ( different things would take more or less hits ) power attack would have you swinging it in a 180 degree arc infront of you dealing massive damage
dagger swings faster than the sword but has less reach damage and attack radius ( the dagger would have a thrusting attack only) than sword the upsides however are a fast attack speed and being able to hit someone will blocking power attack has you lunge forward stabbing multiple times in rapid succession
smoke bombs can be thrown or shot out a cannon and where it lands covers the area in a thick smoke to obscure line of sight
gas grenade similar to smoke bombs but the gas is much easier to see through but any who enters it starts taking damage and have a drunk like effect when in it and a few seconds after
caltrops can be thrown down to cover a small area for a period of time when stepped on deals damage and mojorly slows the target down
boarding net attatches to mast and can be cut down to drop it on any body on the deck of your ship trapping them for a time this item cannot be reused and enemies can cut themselves or others out of it given time
grapeshot a new cannonball type that has a greatly reduced range but deals much more damage because it fires much smaller cannon balls in a blunder buss like pattern
I am a 25 year old female who has been dealing with stomach bloating and an awful dull stabbing pain in my right side right under my rib for the last 6 months.
Six months ago I was eating while talking to a bar patron where I work when all of a sudden this sharp pain hit me on my right side right under my breast in my rib area, it kind of winded me for a second. I didn’t think much of it until I started to feel it every day and then I started getting this awful bloating with it. The pain has now turned into a dull stabbing pain almost like if you pressed on a bruise. Along with the boating I now have severe constipation that doesn’t let up unless I take a ton of fiber and then I feel bad for days. I have had a ultrasound, blood work, stool samples taken, upper and lower endoscope and colonoscopy, and a HIDA scan. Nothing out of the ordinary has shown up, except there were some small spots on my liver fatty tissue. I don’t currently take any medication but I used to be a drug addict for about a year and a half (cocaine) and I used to drink a lot. I’ve been clean from drugs for 7 months but will occasionally have a drink a few times a week. I also used to be slightly obese for my height (5 feet tall and I weighed almost 200lbs) but I’ve lost more than half that weight now. I’m just exhausted and running out of options, and my doctor just says that there’s nothing wrong with me but I know this isn’t normal. I will take any advice that anyone wants to give me of recommendations when it comes to testing.
I’ve always had a epigastric hernia and the doctors told my mother, “ if it’s not hurting her, I would leave it alone”. I’ve only noticed issues whenever I ate too much. Recently I coughed, (not even a major coughing fit) and it came out, grew and gave me significant stabbing pain. Never happened before. It resolved while in the er but incidentally via ct scan they saw appendicitis. It didn’t even hurt in that area. Fast forward misdiagnosis they decided not to operate but want to fix my hernia. I work in healthcare but surgery freaks me out and I’m thinking about all the complications that could happen with anesthesia and recovery. Please help
I know this is probably a topic that’s ages old and I can see why it’s implemented but I wanted to ask anyway.
Many of us & fellow service members own some sort of personal self defense weapon (firearms, knives, tasers, etc.) and a lot of us religiously exercise our second amendment right —— which I understand we forfeit some of our rights when we enlist. This doesn’t eliminate the fact that there is real life danger outside these posts & believe it or not on the post.
Why are Soldiers treated like children when it comes to their own lives? I’ve had friends get beat up, stabbed & shot by people on multiple occasions. They should be able to protect themselves vs having to basically be unarmed in order to keep their units off their asses or the MPs. God forbid you get a command team who won’t even let you draw your weapon from the arms room without speaking to congress first (exaggeration).
I know it’s different in more controlled environments such as training events, ranges, rotations & deployments but has there ever been any serious debate about SMs being able to carry without 5 different things in your way pretty much making one just taking it upon themselves to violate UCMJ & bring unregistered weapons on post? We all know this is going on and has been going on for decades.
Maybe any insight from someone who thought like this prior? I just hate that basically we are sitting ducks in cities we aren’t familiar with that are possibly dangerous af.
I’m trying to see if I can go a month without drinking and I already know that I’m going to fail. The dark thoughts are constantly playing in my mind over and over. Hallucinations and black spots are back twenty-four seven. I keep envisioning myself stabbing my body over and over. I feel so uncomfortable when I’m in my kitchen because I feel like I would just do it while just standing there. I constantly feel like I have to throw up. But that’s most likely from the lack of eating. I’m hardly getting any sleep. I can easily stay up til three or four in the morning. Some nights, I have to force myself to go to sleep. I’m so unwell, both mentally and physically, that I don’t want to be alive anymore. I feel so empty. Time doesn’t feel real to me anymore. I look at the clock and just see time flash by. I honestly don’t know how much more I can take.