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Just felt like venting I guess. I know I shouldn't.
Walk into the brightly lit studio, teacher asks me if this is my first time, I say it is, she leaves me to put away the jacket and phone I brought with me and goes back to the two students waiting on their mats. Clearly they know each-other, she has an extremely loud laugh and they're sat in front of the class going through her instagram together.
I sit on my mat at the back think 'ok fine they know each-other' it'll be fine.
One more person turns up. Class of four in total.
At this point the instagram phase is over, now she begins by TALKING REALLY LOUDLY ABOUT MANIFESTATION AND CRYSTALS AND THE MOON PHASES IN A TONE THAT WILL GET YOU OUT OF BED IN THE MORNINGS.
Cool and all but please chill your voice down and can we get on with the yoga?
Then every pose from that point is so fast I begin getting dizzy, breathe in - cat cow - breathe out - hands to the sky - breathe in - cobra - breathe out - god knows. I know it wasn't exactly this sequence I'm mostly familiar with beginners yoga so nowhere near expert but there was no flow just awkwardly and rapidly going from one thing to another. No pose was held longer than 3 seconds. It was Hatha yoga so I expected slow, steady, deliberate. It was fast and dizzying.
All the while every so often she laughs loudly at something one of her friends up front say - a loud laugh. Bright lights on the ceiling.
I've never felt less calmed. Felt really anxious too. It was stressful. Her noise, the speed of the movements..
Idk, I know some classes are just bad. This one was.
On the plus side, really made me appreciate my usual spot. I thought I'd try somewhere new lol.

I (22F) should make it clear right away that my parents have been divorced for over a decade and are still in contact- mostly amicable terms. What I’m about to share took place before my conception/birth, so I’m only going off of pictures and my parent’s recollections. My dad (26 at the time) went to Miami to visit my uncle (mom’s older brother) and inquire about apartment rentals in the area. He stayed for 15 days. My mom (29 at the time) stayed home in California and worked both their shifts. This trip has been talked about several times throughout my life; it’s not a ‘big deal’ but recognized nonetheless as one of the few times they had spent apart throughout their marriage. The only pictures of this trip are now in my possession, and only feature my dad and uncle in the airport (nothing else throughout miami). Recently, on a phone call with my uncle my mom mentioned that trip and my uncle said he doesn’t recall my dad every going to Miami, let alone staying at his house for 2 weeks. This unsettled my mom since it’s really out of character for my dad and that’s when she asked me to send my uncle those pictures to refresh his memory. My uncle saw the pictures and admits that perhaps my him and my dad briefly saw each other at his arrival in Miami, but is certain that he never stepped foot in the house. So where was my dad for two weeks in Miami? My parents barely had any friends or family outside of California so it’s confusing to think about my dad going solo across the country and not knowing why exactly he stayed for so long (considering he left my mom behind to to their work). My mom and uncle’s immediate inclination is that he might’ve stayed with another woman, perhaps a neighbor of my uncle (my uncle recalls dad mentioning to him back then that a friend lived near his house). What am I supposed to think here? I know it’s silly to make a big deal out of something that happened before my birth especially now that my parents have been long divorced, but I’m so curious about what my dad possibly had to do in Miami that took weeks and lying to my mom about it.

Is there a mod that lets me lower how quickly the hardcore rates scale? It's pretty annoying waiting for 1 hour and starting to starve all the time. I can't seem to find any mods that add this functionality - I know Project Nevada does, but I can't install that because a) it's old nearly 10 years old and b) it'd break my mod list.
Thanks!

Hi guys, I’m a 25-year-old male, relatively healthy and active. I’ve been noticing a few symptoms recently that have me a little nervous. Kind of embarrassing but whatever.
When it comes to BMs, I don’t have any constipation, no blood in stool, no pain when going. But occasionally I’ll notice a tiny amount of bright red blood on toilet paper after going. I’ve also noticed some minor discomfort in the rectal area when sitting. Not exactly painful, just some discomfort. I’ve also noticed what I can only describe as very small muscle spasms internally near the rectum. They aren’t frequent, maybe once or twice every couple of days.
These symptoms have only been occurring for a couple months. A close family member of mine was diagnosed with Colorectal cancer in her mid 40s.. so I’m kind of hyper aware since I’ve had these symptoms. I’m normally pretty cognizant of my health so I’m a bit nervous. Any info would be much appreciated. Thank you.

 For the past two months, I have been staying with my dad as he has had some health issues and I’ve been helping him. He had a pacemaker surgery and then ended up getting pneumonia, and was back in the hospital. He also is elderly and has had a couple falls, didn’t break any bones but got some stitches. My mom passed away two years ago from an unexpected health issue, she was years younger than my dad and we had a much better relationship with her. My dad is a narcissist and I’ve struggled with the relationship with him for a long time. After about a month of helping him, he discussed the idea of me living with him. I went back-and-forth in my head with it, because I don’t love my current apartment and the town it’s in, and it’s been nice staying here just from that standpoint. Also not having to pay rent or for food / gas has been nice. However, I struggle with the idea because we do have a tricky relationship at times. 

I ended up deciding to move in but then about a week later, my dad and I got into a disagreement and he reneged on saying I could. I had to embarrassingly tell my landlord that I’m actually not moving, after the original telling him I am.
Fast forward, we worked things out temporarily and I basically decided that I would move in for just a few months, to help with caregiving for him and then actually use that time to get into an apartment that I like more than my current one.
I already gave notice to my landlord, packed most of my boxes and am set to move next week.
However, another incident happened. Last week, on Thursday and Friday my dad had two nosebleeds. It was a heavy enough nosebleed and two days in a row that I was concerned. He has never gotten them prior and suddenly got two in two days. After the one on Friday - I told him that he should likely call his doctor to see what’s going on. He ignored my advice and said it’s just dry air. A few days later, yesterday, he got another nosebleed, this time extremely heavy and wouldn’t stop bleeding. We ended up going to the walk in clinic where they then sent him to the hospital just due to the heavy nature of the bleeding.
I was there for him and tried to be helpful. However, when we were at the hospital I started feeling just upset inside thinking how preventable this could of been if he called his doctor and listened to me originally. I ended up expressing to him how I’m feeling frustrated because this could of beef prevented. I also hadn’t eaten, had coffee, and it was a long day of being in the hospital 5 hours.
Today, he was very hostile towards me and told me that he doesn’t know if the move now is a good idea and that we’ll “have a talk” Monday morning. He wants to keep it open basically it seems if he decides he’s worried about losing a sense of control and having to be a caretaker that actually can give input healthwise.
I’m so anxious at this point about everything happening, my intention wasn’t to talk to him while he was in the hospital but I was feeling really frustrated and ended up just happening to say that I really wish that we had called the doctor last week, which really set him off. He then told me today that I should literally just pat his hand and comfort him in those times and then I’m too emotional.

So ive tried to play total war warhammer more than a few times. I tried playing 1 a few times, i tried playing 2 a few times, and now im trying to play 3. Each and every time i just cant get the hang of it, i read guides, i check information about factions, tactics, but it just isnt clicking together at all.
I just cant even get started, id start a campaign, any campaign, and ill just consistently fail to get any depth into it. Most commonly id start, do well on the very basic initial steps, then move out start taking cities in different provinces, do my best to expand the army and keep an economy, when one of three things will happen (a few times multiple or all of them):
1) I'll fail to keep an economy ergo cant supply the recruiting then problems. Okay, easy enough to fix, I slow down and try to get an economy going. But then 2) One of the ai declares war on me then comes at me with an army tough enough to crack anything i have or can muster. So um, alright, ive been too holed up in my own few holdings, ill try to expand as much as i can while keeping an economy in order to be able to build up to a tougher army. And then 3) happens, where im just spread too thin, and my territory crumbles in areas im not in. Because my few armies arent enough to cover what I have.
When it comes to actual army battling im bad at that too, but that is an easier nut to crack, being just playing to get a feel for it, my current issue is that commanding the force feels cumbersome and difficult, i assume itll be better with time. (I did watch lots of guide content online when it comes to this aspect.) Not to mention the fact that the campaign map itself influences it.
And this isnt even mentioning the plethora of lesser issues i face and just dont know how to deal with. Like having territory i want be taken by an ai im not at war with, sure I can declare war, but considering something else will probably declare war on me, and or constant headaches like beastmen or whichever other belligerent factions are near me. I just constantly feel like im stumbling around. Or just feeling like im getting better army options way too slowly.
I also get that some factions are easier to play than others, but im not sure thats the issue i gotta tackle at this point, sure mybe later, but for now it seems as if im just incorrectly playing the game in its entirety, and that no faction change would help. Plus itd be nice to have an understanding of the game, and not following a certain walkthrough for succeeding with a faction. (Not to mention id really just like to play the factions that interest me.)
To put a cap on this, it feels like on a completely different wavelength from the one the game wants me to be on, like I cant recognize the flow of events i should seek, everything feels...random? (Idk how much ai bullshitery plays into that too.)
Sry for the big whiny post, hope someone can help me.

 For the past two months, I have been staying with my dad as he has had some health issues and I’ve been helping him. He had a pacemaker surgery and then ended up getting pneumonia, and was back in the hospital. He also is elderly and has had a couple falls, didn’t break any bones but got some stitches. My mom passed away two years ago from an unexpected health issue, she was years younger than my dad and we had a much better relationship with her. My dad is a narcissist and I’ve struggled with the relationship with him for a long time. After about a month of helping him, he discussed the idea of me living with him. I went back-and-forth in my head with it, because I don’t love my current apartment and the town it’s in, and it’s been nice staying here just from that standpoint. Also not having to pay rent or for food / gas has been nice. However, I struggle with the idea because we do have a tricky relationship at times. 

I ended up deciding to move in but then about a week later, my dad and I got into a disagreement and he reneged on saying I could. I had to embarrassingly tell my landlord that I’m actually not moving, after the original telling him I am.
Fast forward, we worked things out temporarily and I basically decided that I would move in for just a few months, to help with caregiving for him and then actually use that time to get into an apartment that I like more than my current one.
I already gave notice to my landlord, packed most of my boxes and am set to move next week.
However, another incident happened. Last week, on Thursday and Friday my dad had two nosebleeds. It was a heavy enough nosebleed and two days in a row that I was concerned. He has never gotten them prior and suddenly got two in two days. After the one on Friday - I told him that he should likely call his doctor to see what’s going on. He ignored my advice and said it’s just dry air. A few days later, yesterday, he got another nosebleed, this time extremely heavy and wouldn’t stop bleeding. We ended up going to the walk in clinic where they then sent him to the hospital just due to the heavy nature of the bleeding.
I was there for him and tried to be helpful. However, when we were at the hospital I started feeling just upset inside thinking how preventable this could of been if he called his doctor and listened to me originally. I ended up expressing to him how I’m feeling frustrated because this could of beef prevented. I also hadn’t eaten, had coffee, and it was a long day of being in the hospital 5 hours.
Today, he was very hostile towards me and told me that he doesn’t know if the move now is a good idea and that we’ll “have a talk” Monday morning. He wants to keep it open basically it seems if he decides he’s worried about losing a sense of control and having to be a caretaker that actually can give input healthwise.
I’m so anxious at this point about everything happening, my intention wasn’t to talk to him while he was in the hospital but I was feeling really frustrated and ended up just happening to say that I really wish that we had called the doctor last week, which really set him off. He then told me today that I should literally just pat his hand and comfort him in those times and then I’m too emotional.

 For the past two months, I have been staying with my dad as he has had some health issues and I’ve been helping him. He had a pacemaker surgery and then ended up getting pneumonia, and was back in the hospital. He also is elderly and has had a couple falls, didn’t break any bones but got some stitches. My mom passed away two years ago from an unexpected health issue, she was years younger than my dad and we had a much better relationship with her. My dad is a narcissist and I’ve struggled with the relationship with him for a long time. After about a month of helping him, he discussed the idea of me living with him. I went back-and-forth in my head with it, because I don’t love my current apartment and the town it’s in, and it’s been nice staying here just from that standpoint. Also not having to pay rent or for food / gas has been nice. However, I struggle with the idea because we do have a tricky relationship at times. 

I ended up deciding to move in but then about a week later, my dad and I got into a disagreement and he reneged on saying I could. I had to embarrassingly tell my landlord that I’m actually not moving, after the original telling him I am.
Fast forward, we worked things out temporarily and I basically decided that I would move in for just a few months, to help with caregiving for him and then actually use that time to get into an apartment that I like more than my current one.
I already gave notice to my landlord, packed most of my boxes and am set to move next week.
However, another incident happened. Last week, on Thursday and Friday my dad had two nosebleeds. It was a heavy enough nosebleed and two days in a row that I was concerned. He has never gotten them prior and suddenly got two in two days. After the one on Friday - I told him that he should likely call his doctor to see what’s going on. He ignored my advice and said it’s just dry air. A few days later, yesterday, he got another nosebleed, this time extremely heavy and wouldn’t stop bleeding. We ended up going to the walk in clinic where they then sent him to the hospital just due to the heavy nature of the bleeding.
I was there for him and tried to be helpful. However, when we were at the hospital I started feeling just upset inside thinking how preventable this could of been if he called his doctor and listened to me originally. I ended up expressing to him how I’m feeling frustrated because this could of beef prevented. I also hadn’t eaten, had coffee, and it was a long day of being in the hospital 5 hours.
Today, he was very hostile towards me and told me that he doesn’t know if the move now is a good idea and that we’ll “have a talk” Monday morning. He wants to keep it open basically it seems if he decides he’s worried about losing a sense of control and having to be a caretaker that actually can give input healthwise.
I’m so anxious at this point about everything happening, my intention wasn’t to talk to him while he was in the hospital but I was feeling really frustrated and ended up just happening to say that I really wish that we had called the doctor last week, which really set him off. He then told me today that I should literally just pat his hand and comfort him in those times and then I’m too emotional.

Hi all, I'm having a weird time. So I began experiencing random symptoms I didn't read too much into. Clumsiness, breaking my phone often, breaking dishes, dropping things, and feeling like I had a pinched nerve but could not pinpoint where it was. I had what I believed at the time to be a stroke. I was sitting on the toilet getting ready to get in the shower and I suddenly lost all cognitive function and could not move my arms at all. My partner told me after it passed to see a doctor. My doctor asked me if MS ran in my family. It does not. She referred me for neurology. My first test (vision and hearing) was abnormal on the vision part. My second test was abnormal on my nerve response (the test where they electrocute you.) My first MRI showed several lesions and abnormalities in my brain (5) but none in my cervical spine. My then neurologist told me it could be MS, but is probably just anxiety and sent me on my way with an anxiety medicine.
Fast forward a month, at my very physical job I began experiencing excruciating pain, I couldn't stand up straight, and kept tripping over my feet. I went home thinking I just needed rest. I actually got way worse overnight and my partner had to carry me to the car to get to the ER as I couldn't walk at all.
In the ER, I was told I did have MS and they treated me with painkillers and IV steroids. I went home and used a walker and cane to get around. They provided no follow up or meds so my condition worsened again. I went to a different ER, this time by ambulance as I couldn't see straight or walk anymore. The second hospital ran more tests. They said my brain MRI gave strong suspicion of MS, but my lumbar puncture was clear. I did improve, came home with meds and physical therapy. I followed up with a new Neurologist who acted surprised when my test results and nerve response was abnormal. He provided no further insight other than meds and "confusing clinical work-up."
I recently went to a new Neurologist who promised to get answers for me. He has access to all my previous records and ran a few in-office tests that showed clear numbness, weakness, and issues on my right side of my body. With all that combined, I'm due for a new MRI with a specialist who specializes in MRI results. My neurologist strongly suspects MS or an Autoimmune Neurological disorder mimicking MS.
My question, what autoimmune neurological disorder would present this way? I know I'll have answers soon enough (hopefully) but does this sound like anything you know of or have yourself? I am currently using a crutch (sometimes on bad days, two crutches) to get around. It's been 6 months since my hospitalization and I'm just wanting some kind of lead to follow with my neurologist. Any ideas? Thank you for reading and helping.

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Hey folks -
Forgive the ignorance. I shoot exclusively film so I’m totally new to the digital game. Actually, had a Leica Q2M for a short stint and got rid of it. At that rig size I preferred just shooting film. I shoot 90% on Tri-X and occasionally color film for landscapes and friends/family shots.
I’m traveling a lot in the near future, and looking for a small pocket camera in an effort to simplify my travel rig. The idea of a small digital companion is back in my mind, and given my affinity for 40mm, the GR3x looks like the perfect option.
What’s the best way for me to get a pretty good Tri-X simulation in-camera? I don’t want a heavy post-processing workflow … ideally just “good enough” JPEGs right out of the camera. A good solution here would basically mean a quick trip to Adorama tomorrow before my travels begin :)
Thanks!!

I(37M) have been dating my gf(38F) for nearly a year. We get along great most of the time. We work in the same company and have become very close. She used to work at the company my brother(35M) currently works at. She explained that she wasn't treated well during the time she worked there(she wasn't allowed to work remotely and was monitored during the pandemic when others in the company were allowed).
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This company is a nonprofit organization that gives food bags to the low income in the area. 6 months ago, I helped my brother with loading and taking the bags to the nearby town that I live in. Someone told her I was doing this, which started a big fight. She accused me of helping the woman that had abused her. I tried to explain that I was merely helping my brother. I was told that I shouldn't lift a finger to help the owner. I quit helping but would give my brother a ride with the bags, which she didn't have a problem with.
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Recently, my brother missed work because his daughter was sick. He asked me to bring the bags and he would deliver them. I did and didn't hide it from my gf when she called me later to find out when I would be at the event we were supposed to be setting up. She became angry with me and said she can't trust me or my family.
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Some additional info: the owner of the other business profits absurdly by taking credit for others helping Native Americans(both of us are NA but the owner of the company isn't) which neither of us, nor my brother like. My brother and I jump at the chance to help anyone in need. I don't want anyone to go hungry which is why I did it. Also, this is my first relationship so I'm very open and try not to hide anything. That company was a toxic environment, but due to the owner leaving town, the managers are changing the dynamic. My gf has been trying to have the board remove the ownefounder for her actions with my gf and others.
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AITA for delivering these food bags against her wishes?

I am looking to ship something to a buyer located in Ontario. I live near the US-Canada border so I was wondering if it would be possible to drive over the border and ship the package domestically within Canada but use a United States return address. If not are there any alternatives? The place I'm shipping the package to is less than 2 hours from me and I really don't want to have to pay international shipping prices on it if I don't have to.

I switched to Suboxone off methadone but still go to the same clinic. The switch required weekly doctor visits for a month, now biweekly for a month, then it'll be once a month. My clinic doesn't have a doctor on site anymore so it's all done through zoom video call to a doctor at another location. They can't schedule appointments because they never know when an intake will show up which takes priority. Today was my fifth doctor appointment and the fifth time I've had to sit there waiting for 2 hours before a doctor could see me.
The only time I'm able to go when seeing a doctor is an eption is during my lunch break which is an hour...so five of six weeks now I've had to come back late from lunch on Thursday (clinic day). Today I asked if I could get a note for work to corroborate what I'm telling them and they said they don't provide those even though I've got my work listed as a release so they can share information for this purpose.
It just seems so fucked that they can't make an appointment, can't tell you how long you'll be there, can't give you proof for your work..like wtf. Is your clinic like this?

I just recieved a quote of $23k for a nose job (to correct a deviated septum and feminize), and a trachea shave. They told me insurance doesn't cover it so this would be my out of pocket cost. This seems very high from what I have read online.
My expectation with the consultation was that the doctor would be able to answer specific questions related to the costs and capabilities of the procedure, but I wasnt given this information at the consultation. Only general information about them and what procedures could be done. I had to call and wait a week to recieve word back via a phone call regarding the cost estimate.
(Granted this particular place told me via phone that the consultation would cost about $100, they then billed me $333. I am in the process of arguing this as I have no intention of paying three times what I was told to expect for a 20 minute consultation. I am having doubts as to their trustworthyness because of this.)
I do not want to pay for more consultations at more places if this is all they are providing. How would I go about contacting a clinic to get a quote for the cost of service?
I know better than to just go for the cheapest option, but I want to have an idea ahead of time. This is a lot of money.

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James trudged as he and Amina walked back to the airship.
Partly because they had, politely yet definitively, been asked to leave Vatria.
Partly because he'd almost single handedly ended the tournament but was NOT the champion of it.
And partly because he and Amina had two tag-alongs following them.
Amina, despite everything else was beaming with pride and a smile as she sat on top of Steve as James guided him through the streets of the capital towards the end of the palace grounds where her sister and the ambassador had docked the air ship. Around her neck was a loosely draped neck-piece made of a combinations of emeralds and sapphires, wrought in a bright silver. It was the tournament's version of a laurel or wreath. She also had a hefty bag of gold and silver stored in her bottomless bag now. Not that she was hurting for money.
On her back was the enchanted hammer that Raend had been using throughout the tournament. She'd stopped by to see the poor mercenary after the fight had concluded, and as the arena healers were busy trying to heal his leg. She'd offered to leave the hammer near him, but the brutally injured man had told her to get the hell away from him, and sworn off fighting for the rest of his life, so she'd held onto it.
James on the other hand, had not gotten off so lucky.
He'd been disqualified for breaking the flight ceiling set in the tournament's rules.
He had also caused an obscene amount of damage to the arena itself.
He'd gained two more penalty flags for how badly he'd damaged Glag, who had needed to be stabilized by several of the arena mages, and fed some of the broken bits of his own body so he could use them to regenerate. The sandstone creature hadn't been disqualified for breaking the ceiling since he hadn't done so of his own accord, but rather as the result of an opponent's attack.
As a result of the damage James had caused, the Arena was temporarily evacuated while it was evaluated to ensure it wasn't going to collapse into its lower passages. This coupled with Glag's , admittedly temporary, injuries meant that the match was over. With two penalty points against him due to injuring Raend as gruesomely as he had, and Amina with only one from when Glag had sent her flying, she had been declared the victor.
And James had been forced to sign a legal agreement to pay for the damages caused to the arena, or else be arrested until such time as restitution could be made on his behalf. The look on both Commander Tyrius's and the Emperor's face when he casually agreed to pay the cost and used his medallion to sign the papers was almost worth whatever drain was about to hit his bank account. he knew he was rich, though he wasn't certain to what extent. But he was fairly certain even HE would feel a bit of sting from this bill.
It didn't matter though. All things aside James was happy for Amina. She'd wanted to win the tournament pretty badly. Additionally, he wasn't a hundred percent certain he could've fought her all out if it had come down to the two of them, and he definitely wouldn't have wanted to see her face Glag alone, without him. Not in her current state.
The thought of that reminded him that they hadn't had a chance to see a life priestess yet. Things here had moved too... unpredictably... for that. But she was still getting the morning sickness, so there was that.
"Glag. Glag glag glag." The little rock monster said, seemingly happily, as he walked next to and just behind James. Even though he was wearing his medallion, and had been the entire final match, James still didn't understand him. Or it..... or.... whatever the hell Glag was.
After James had been reprimanded and signed the agreement to pay the bill for the arena, Glag had come rushing over from out of the fighting area. It had practically bowled both the Arena official and Commander Tyrius over as it ran to him. It had excitedly grabbed at his hand and jumped up and down. Exclaiming, as always, "Glag!" Excitedly.
James hadn't been able to convince the sentient sedimentary stone creature alone to leave him alone since then. Though he had managed to get it to understand that he didn't need to hold its hand as they walked which it had insisted on doing for the first mile or so.
Still. He didn't have it that bad. At least Glag, while talkative, didn't exactly expect conversation or make demands.
He peered over his shoulder at the large, dagger packing, centaur that was walking alongside Steve.
No amount of protest or debate had convinced Gorna that Amina didn't want anything to do with her. And the centaur woman had vowed to follow Amina until she had made her decision as to how she wished to fulfill her proposal requirements serving as a servant until that time.
Now she was doing her best, medieval fantasy world version, impression of a member of the secret service. And her president was Amina.
He.... REALLY... hoped that she at least understood the boundary of a bedroom door.
For that matter he hoped Glag did too. And he kind of hoped that Glag didn't view him as some kind of spouse now. He'd have to ask Veliry if she understood rock monster whenever they got back home.
Amina was doing everything in her power to ignore the very existence of the centaur as she rode Steve, smile on her face, waving at the people who greeted her as they passed.
The same people that looked at James like he was a leper and seemed to part for him like the red sea.
At least.... He thought as they rounded a street corner and saw the entrance to the Palace that they needed to use. This place wasn't boring.
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Vickers and De'Lius had just finished setting up the twin bedrooms and storing the two bottomless bags full of food for Five and Driscoll, when the front door of the house resounded with knocks.
"The two that are doing the biting?" Vickers asked. He could smell them, but he knew the Outer Light Commander could smell them better.
"Aye." He said. "I'll finish here. Go ahead and greet them.
Vickers followed the directions without even thinking about it.
On the other side were two people whose appearances he hadn't expected.
One was a tall.... very tall... lightly red furred man(?) in a set of robes that made Vickers think of catholic clergy, if a bit less ornate. He locked eyes with Vickers and his head cocked in a way that seemed utterly alien to him. Then, silently and swiftly he stepped past Vickers and into the house, still looking at him. Vickers backed up unconsciously as his, admittedly muted, animal instincts told him not to take his eyes off the man.
"A night brother." He said in a voice that was deeper than his slender build implied. "You are the one the Council letters told us to meet here."
"Name's Vickers." The SEAL said as he reached out his hand for a shake. The Fox man instinctively pulled back a bit as he stared at the hand. Then he gingerly took the hand and shook.
"Don't mind him." Said a warm, and somewhat old sounding, and rather plump, woman with large eyes and puffy cheeks. Even in her mostly human form she had a massive, bushy, tail. She was wearing an set of coveralls that were coated in flour and bits of food and he got the impression that she was a baker. She practically jittered with manic amounts of energy as she rapidly looked around the room, her massive tail twitching spasmodically.
When she hugged him it both took him by surprise, and made him a little uncomfortable.
"I'm Brin." She said with a smile that revealed a set of oversized buck teeth dominating her otherwise human mouth. "It's nice to meet you Mr. Vickers. Are the people we're converting already here?"
"Not yet." He said. "They should be showing up within the next hour or so. It's.... difficult to move them. Thank you for coming."
"Of course." The fox man said. "I cannot speak to Ms... Brin's... experience. But like the two you requested conversion for, I was saved by being converted."
"Oh I just converted so I could keep up with the man I ended up marryin'." Brin said cheerily.
Vickers nodded awkwardly at the two short stories. "Well. Thanks anyways." He said. "The Commander and I are still putting the finishing touches on the rooms for 'em. Take a seat, get comfortable. I imagine we'll know when they get here."
A little over forty five minutes later Vickers was proven right.
A loud rumbling preceded the wagons that were being used to transport the two muck marchers. They'd been encased in a pair of heavy duty gurneys that had rigid plastic canopies over them, keeping out the germs of the world around them.
"Oh my." Brin said as she nervously followed Vickers outside to greet them.
The wagons stopped just short of the door and the three remaining Toolies, accompanied by several out of uniform Earth soldiers and a pair of Petravian guards that had their restraint controls, began helping them get the gurneys down. A few minutes later they were being wheeled into the building.
"What are they?" The fox man, who had never given Vickers his name, asked.
"They're human." Commander De'Lius said as he looked at them curiously. "And....." His head cocked to the side, putting his left ear closer to the two pods. "Machines. And they are dying. Just as Chief Vickers' entreaty said."
"I wasn't lying." Vickers said defensively.
"I did not say you were." The old wolf said absently. "But you were most assuredly understating. How do they live?"
"We stick around talking much longer and they probably won't." Vickers said somewhat testily. "Let's get this done."
The lead Toolie, an older man by the name of Andrei Piotris stepped forward.
"Chief. Are you sure about this?" He asked with his hands up to stop Vickers. He looked over at the fox and squirrel. "I mean. Are you sure this is the best move?"
Vickers was about to reply, even reaching up to press the mans hands back down and gently move him aside. Then a hand weakly tapped at the inside of one of the pods.
Five was looking at the toolie.
"It's all good P." She said so softly that even Vickers' keener than normal hearing barely picked anything up. But the shaky thumbs up she held up was signal enough.
Then the hand fell back weakly as Five's eyes glassed over again.
Piotris seemed to deflate.
Vickers placed a hand on his shoulder.
"It's a shot at living." He said as the toolie looked at him. "The only shot really." He turned back to the Commander. "Help me get em out of the pods and into the rooms?"
De'Lius looked at him curiously for a moment. Then nodded.
"Poor things." Brin said. "Barely even living. Cut in half like that."
"It is a grotesqueness that I am amazed the gods even allowed to exist." The fox agreed, though Brin's glance at him implied that that was NOT what she had meant.
Less than ten minutes later and as the wagons, now filled only with the Earth and Petravian soldiers and the empty gurney pods, returned to the castle. Vickers and the other were-folk present, listened to the two Muck Marchers screaming as their bodies began attempting to violently rearrange themselves.
Vickers regretted the keen senses he'd been given.
A simplified shotgun, made with some spare parts from the little mage's supplies, sat on his lap. Four impromptu shells loaded with silver buckshot, made of chopped up silver coins, sat on the small table next to him.
Just in case.

April 1 will be my 15 months sobriety but I started working the steps in February. Im on step 4.
My sponsor has always had some pretty big and loud opinions on outside issues. I actually accepted his offer to sponsor (I had shared that I needed a sponsor because I was having a reaction to a commonly prescribed medication that was too similar to when I was drinking) because he reminds me of several of my alcoholic/addict relatives who are sanctimonious, judgmental, and full of their egos. I figured I should fight my fear w/love.
Anyway, one of my outside issues (severe OCD with psychosis) which gad been in remission for 5 years reactivated from step 4. To give you an idea, if you hear my step 4 you will want to drink to obliterate what you just heard from your brain. I haven’t relapsed while reliving 32 years of horrific cruel calculated attempts to deny my humanity every time I start a new “cause” column…because, AA actually works!
Anyway, my OCD flared up AND went straight to near-psychosis last week after work became dangerously hostile and my car broke down, both in absurd and unpredictable ways. All I can do is let my lawyer deal with my work, scrap the car, find a new job and a new car, and reach out so I can still get rides to meetings and maintain my sobriety. Im doing all this while doing step 4 with my usual outside issue team aware but under time and resource restraints.
my OCD latched on to step 4, and within a few days I was honestly struggling to not believe that my fiancée was next on the chopping block of whatever curse my mother had inflicted on me to cripple my hard-won independence from her own soul sickness. To prevent this, I either had to move back home or delete myself.
Unlike alcoholism, there is no higher power capable of overcoming OCD. It can only be managed with a type of therapy called exposure and response therapy.
I called my sponsor and told him due to a outside mental health issue rapidly worsening I needed to pause step 4 until I had more support outside AA but I would reach out once I was stable enough to work the steps again. He called me back, laughed and told me I was fooling myself and to call him back once I had relapsed was desperate enough to work an honest program. Then he hung up on me.
I texted him a little more detail about the ocd and how lethal it could be - and untreated WOULD be. He left me a whiny voicemail (he has a whiny voice when he’s resenting) saying he hadn’t read my text but to call him after im ready to admit I’m an alcoholic and be honest.
I feel like he is overstepping by assuming AA can solve all my problems. I know step 4 needs to be done quickly but my way of a minimum hour a day following his structure for the resentment inventory alone filled up a 100 page college notebook in a week with hundreds more entries left . After telling him this to temper his expectations of a timeline for finishing step 4, he insisted I do nothing except step4until it’s done other than work and daily meeting. He also wasn’t going to talk about anything AA in any capacity until I completed all the steps. My way doing step 4, I was getting stuff done and staying sober in a tough but sustainable manner. Initially he didn’t tell me I had to devote every non-work and non-meeting moment to step 4 so I wonder if his own impatience and jaded outlook (he tried to convince me the medication effect was a relapse and that I had played my doctor, im like my dude,my dr is a ducking addiction specialist at a federally funded clinic that only treats alcoholics and addicts in active recovery. so lets just stick to AA.) had an impact on his rigid boundaries with step 4
I guess what I really need feedback about is how much of this is sponsor style incompatibility and how much of this is my own ego. Thanks!

Hi, all. My four-hour EEG last month showed slowing, meaning it could be epilepsy, but it might not be either. For a more definitive answer, I am going to have to go out of town in the near future for a five-day EEG. My neurologist spoke highly of the facility I'll be going to. My therapist, whom I speak with twice a week, told me she has clients who have been there, and she says they've had good outcomes as well. Still, I was expecting more clear cut answers. Anyway, just positing into the void I guess.

Cruising down the road today and my '87 just kills. Pulled over to investigate and discovered the fuel pump wasn't working in the tank. Pulled the ECM1 fuse and it was melted.
Popped a new one in it and went on my way another 5 miles or so to work.
Now I'm researching why that fuse let the smoke out while just driving down the road. I'll look harder at it this weekend for shorts etc but I assume I don't have any wires melted anywhere because the fuse didn't blow when I cranked the truck back up with a new one it just ran and drove great.
Here's where it's a little bit of a mess, the history of the truck to the best of my knowledge:
Original TBI motor
Engine swapped by previous owner and switched to carb
Purchased by me and swapped to Edelbrock EFI system
So the entire original injection system, run by the ECM, is unused. But it was never properly deleted just unplugged as needed.
Previous owner wired the fuel pump to run on ignition power. An oil pressure switch isn't being utilized it just runs constantly with key-on power. I need to find out where they are getting that power exactly.
I see lots of posts online talking about pink wires being ones controlled by the ECM. The original gauges have been swapped and the original harness, which had quite a few pink wires in it, is all cut up but all the unused wires were properly capped off so there shouldn't (key word shouldn't) be a short in the dash.
My question is - what else should I be looking at as far as a now unused, and unplugged, sensor or sensor connector that could be a culprit?
I put the EFI on it months ago. It's been cranked, run, driven 50 times since then for a couple hundred miles, including a couple of hour long 50ish mile drives.
Weirdly enough I got it in a "running when I parked it, won't crank now" state that was a blown ECM1 fuse so no fuel pump. Now, after nearly a year it randomly popped again. Whatever it is is very intermittent.
Any guidance would be appreciated!

This might be all over the place, I apologize in advance. This is how the book I have at the moment is formatted:
--Sheet 1 is called 'Scrim Partners'; this sheet has a table that includes our scrim partner's team name and contact info, as well as each map's end result. For example, there are 5 games in a scrim, and cell A1 has map 1's name and is either colored green(if our team wins) or red(if our team lost) after the map is over. This goes from cell A4-A8 or 9 depending on if they play 5 or 6 maps, and the next scrim will be in column B (so B4-B8 or 9) and so on. This entire sheet is updated manually by me as the scrim goes on. I'll type the name of the first map in the first row, then color the cell red or green, then repeat. --Sheet 2 is called Map Winrates. This is how I've set this sheet up: -In column 1 of this sheet, it has the map name(does not ever change). -Column 2 has the number of times we've won the map(updated manually). Colored the same green as the other sheet, if that helps. -Column 3 is the number of times we've lost the map(updated manually). Colored the same red as the other sheet as well. -Column 4 has the total amount of times we've played the map(updates automatically with the formula =SUM(B4,C4) and changes depending on which map it counts for). -Column 5 has the map win percentage(updates automatically using the formula "=B4/D4" and also changes due to which map it counts for) -I also have a table at the bottom that tells how many of which type of map we've played, which helps me keep track of any maps that I haven't added the record for, and has proven useful since we're nearing 100 maps played.
If it helps at all, there are other sheets in the book, but they don't connect to these two and hold their own information.
Basically, I'm wondering if there's a way that I can get sheet 2 to update automatically as I fill in sheet 1. I'm not someone who's good with coding at all so I'm not even sure where to start. I manage the teams as they form and learn how to play/scrim on their own, and eventually I won't be there anymore but there are not a lot of people who are willing to keep up with something like this. I know it's good to have this 'database' for the teams so they know which maps to work on in the future, and if there's ever a problem with anything they have all of the information there for them as well. I am also happy to provide screenshots or anything if my descriptions aren't clear enough. Any advice is appreciated, thanks in advance.

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Writer's note: Tuuurn and face the strange! Cha-Cha-Changes!
Enjoy.
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James trudged as he and Amina walked back to the airship.
Partly because they had, politely yet definitively, been asked to leave Vatria.
Partly because he'd almost single handedly ended the tournament but was NOT the champion of it.
And partly because he and Amina had two tag-alongs following them.
Amina, despite everything else was beaming with pride and a smile as she sat on top of Steve as James guided him through the streets of the capital towards the end of the palace grounds where her sister and the ambassador had docked the air ship. Around her neck was a loosely draped neck-piece made of a combinations of emeralds and sapphires, wrought in a bright silver. It was the tournament's version of a laurel or wreath. She also had a hefty bag of gold and silver stored in her bottomless bag now. Not that she was hurting for money.
On her back was the enchanted hammer that Raend had been using throughout the tournament. She'd stopped by to see the poor mercenary after the fight had concluded, and as the arena healers were busy trying to heal his leg. She'd offered to leave the hammer near him, but the brutally injured man had told her to get the hell away from him, and sworn off fighting for the rest of his life, so she'd held onto it.
James on the other hand, had not gotten off so lucky.
He'd been disqualified for breaking the flight ceiling set in the tournament's rules.
He had also caused an obscene amount of damage to the arena itself.
He'd gained two more penalty flags for how badly he'd damaged Glag, who had needed to be stabilized by several of the arena mages, and fed some of the broken bits of his own body so he could use them to regenerate. The sandstone creature hadn't been disqualified for breaking the ceiling since he hadn't done so of his own accord, but rather as the result of an opponent's attack.
As a result of the damage James had caused, the Arena was temporarily evacuated while it was evaluated to ensure it wasn't going to collapse into its lower passages. This coupled with Glag's , admittedly temporary, injuries meant that the match was over. With two penalty points against him due to injuring Raend as gruesomely as he had, and Amina with only one from when Glag had sent her flying, she had been declared the victor.
And James had been forced to sign a legal agreement to pay for the damages caused to the arena, or else be arrested until such time as restitution could be made on his behalf. The look on both Commander Tyrius's and the Emperor's face when he casually agreed to pay the cost and used his medallion to sign the papers was almost worth whatever drain was about to hit his bank account. he knew he was rich, though he wasn't certain to what extent. But he was fairly certain even HE would feel a bit of sting from this bill.
It didn't matter though. All things aside James was happy for Amina. She'd wanted to win the tournament pretty badly. Additionally, he wasn't a hundred percent certain he could've fought her all out if it had come down to the two of them, and he definitely wouldn't have wanted to see her face Glag alone, without him. Not in her current state.
The thought of that reminded him that they hadn't had a chance to see a life priestess yet. Things here had moved too... unpredictably... for that. But she was still getting the morning sickness, so there was that.
"Glag. Glag glag glag." The little rock monster said, seemingly happily, as he walked next to and just behind James. Even though he was wearing his medallion, and had been the entire final match, James still didn't understand him. Or it..... or.... whatever the hell Glag was.
After James had been reprimanded and signed the agreement to pay the bill for the arena, Glag had come rushing over from out of the fighting area. It had practically bowled both the Arena official and Commander Tyrius over as it ran to him. It had excitedly grabbed at his hand and jumped up and down. Exclaiming, as always, "Glag!" Excitedly.
James hadn't been able to convince the sentient sedimentary stone creature alone to leave him alone since then. Though he had managed to get it to understand that he didn't need to hold its hand as they walked which it had insisted on doing for the first mile or so.
Still. He didn't have it that bad. At least Glag, while talkative, didn't exactly expect conversation or make demands.
He peered over his shoulder at the large, dagger packing, centaur that was walking alongside Steve.
No amount of protest or debate had convinced Gorna that Amina didn't want anything to do with her. And the centaur woman had vowed to follow Amina until she had made her decision as to how she wished to fulfill her proposal requirements serving as a servant until that time.
Now she was doing her best, medieval fantasy world version, impression of a member of the secret service. And her president was Amina.
He.... REALLY... hoped that she at least understood the boundary of a bedroom door.
For that matter he hoped Glag did too. And he kind of hoped that Glag didn't view him as some kind of spouse now. He'd have to ask Veliry if she understood rock monster whenever they got back home.
Amina was doing everything in her power to ignore the very existence of the centaur as she rode Steve, smile on her face, waving at the people who greeted her as they passed.
The same people that looked at James like he was a leper and seemed to part for him like the red sea.
At least.... He thought as they rounded a street corner and saw the entrance to the Palace that they needed to use. This place wasn't boring.
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Vickers and De'Lius had just finished setting up the twin bedrooms and storing the two bottomless bags full of food for Five and Driscoll, when the front door of the house resounded with knocks.
"The two that are doing the biting?" Vickers asked. He could smell them, but he knew the Outer Light Commander could smell them better.
"Aye." He said. "I'll finish here. Go ahead and greet them.
Vickers followed the directions without even thinking about it.
On the other side were two people whose appearances he hadn't expected.
One was a tall.... very tall... lightly red furred man(?) in a set of robes that made Vickers think of catholic clergy, if a bit less ornate. He locked eyes with Vickers and his head cocked in a way that seemed utterly alien to him. Then, silently and swiftly he stepped past Vickers and into the house, still looking at him. Vickers backed up unconsciously as his, admittedly muted, animal instincts told him not to take his eyes off the man.
"A night brother." He said in a voice that was deeper than his slender build implied. "You are the one the Council letters told us to meet here."
"Name's Vickers." The SEAL said as he reached out his hand for a shake. The Fox man instinctively pulled back a bit as he stared at the hand. Then he gingerly took the hand and shook.
"Don't mind him." Said a warm, and somewhat old sounding, and rather plump, woman with large eyes and puffy cheeks. Even in her mostly human form she had a massive, bushy, tail. She was wearing an set of coveralls that were coated in flour and bits of food and he got the impression that she was a baker. She practically jittered with manic amounts of energy as she rapidly looked around the room, her massive tail twitching spasmodically.
When she hugged him it both took him by surprise, and made him a little uncomfortable.
"I'm Brin." She said with a smile that revealed a set of oversized buck teeth dominating her otherwise human mouth. "It's nice to meet you Mr. Vickers. Are the people we're converting already here?"
"Not yet." He said. "They should be showing up within the next hour or so. It's.... difficult to move them. Thank you for coming."
"Of course." The fox man said. "I cannot speak to Ms... Brin's... experience. But like the two you requested conversion for, I was saved by being converted."
"Oh I just converted so I could keep up with the man I ended up marryin'." Brin said cheerily.
Vickers nodded awkwardly at the two short stories. "Well. Thanks anyways." He said. "The Commander and I are still putting the finishing touches on the rooms for 'em. Take a seat, get comfortable. I imagine we'll know when they get here."
A little over forty five minutes later Vickers was proven right.
A loud rumbling preceded the wagons that were being used to transport the two muck marchers. They'd been encased in a pair of heavy duty gurneys that had rigid plastic canopies over them, keeping out the germs of the world around them.
"Oh my." Brin said as she nervously followed Vickers outside to greet them.
The wagons stopped just short of the door and the three remaining Toolies, accompanied by several out of uniform Earth soldiers and a pair of Petravian guards that had their restraint controls, began helping them get the gurneys down. A few minutes later they were being wheeled into the building.
"What are they?" The fox man, who had never given Vickers his name, asked.
"They're human." Commander De'Lius said as he looked at them curiously. "And....." His head cocked to the side, putting his left ear closer to the two pods. "Machines. And they are dying. Just as Chief Vickers' entreaty said."
"I wasn't lying." Vickers said defensively.
"I did not say you were." The old wolf said absently. "But you were most assuredly understating. How do they live?"
"We stick around talking much longer and they probably won't." Vickers said somewhat testily. "Let's get this done."
The lead Toolie, an older man by the name of Andrei Piotris stepped forward.
"Chief. Are you sure about this?" He asked with his hands up to stop Vickers. He looked over at the fox and squirrel. "I mean. Are you sure this is the best move?"
Vickers was about to reply, even reaching up to press the mans hands back down and gently move him aside. Then a hand weakly tapped at the inside of one of the pods.
Five was looking at the toolie.
"It's all good P." She said so softly that even Vickers' keener than normal hearing barely picked anything up. But the shaky thumbs up she held up was signal enough.
Then the hand fell back weakly as Five's eyes glassed over again.
Piotris seemed to deflate.
Vickers placed a hand on his shoulder.
"It's a shot at living." He said as the toolie looked at him. "The only shot really." He turned back to the Commander. "Help me get em out of the pods and into the rooms?"
De'Lius looked at him curiously for a moment. Then nodded.
"Poor things." Brin said. "Barely even living. Cut in half like that."
"It is a grotesqueness that I am amazed the gods even allowed to exist." The fox agreed, though Brin's glance at him implied that that was NOT what she had meant.
Less than ten minutes later and as the wagons, now filled only with the Earth and Petravian soldiers and the empty gurney pods, returned to the castle. Vickers and the other were-folk present, listened to the two Muck Marchers screaming as their bodies began attempting to violently rearrange themselves.
Vickers regretted the keen senses he'd been given.
A simplified shotgun, made with some spare parts from the little mage's supplies, sat on his lap. Four impromptu shells loaded with silver buckshot, made of chopped up silver coins, sat on the small table next to him.
Just in case.