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PredictMedix (CSE: PMED) (OTCQB: PMEDF) (FRA:3QP) is an emerging provider of rapid health screening and remote patient care solutions globally—the Company’s Safe Entry Stations – powered by a proprietary artificial intelligence (AI).
The technology uses multispectral cameras to analyze physiological data patterns and predict various health issues, including infectious diseases such as COVID-19, impairment by drugs or alcohol, fatigue, or various mental illnesses.
Recently, after PMED announced the exceptional –and peerless–AI features to detect impairment, sickness as well as many severe medical conditions the Company has announced the efficacy of its ‘Fitness Scan Vertical.’
Dr. Rahul Kushwah, COO of Predictmedix. “By providing a comprehensive analysis of an athlete’s fitness level, we equip them with the tools to unlock their strengths, address areas for growth, and achieve their performance goals. Our vision is to bring seamless AI tools to the sports industry to maximize performance and ROI.”
Investors could be excused for dismissing this development as financially minor.
Big Mistake.
The Global Health and Fitness Club Market is projected to reach USD 169,696.72 Million by 2030, exhibiting a remarkable compound annual growth rate (CAGR) of 7.67% from 2023 to 2030.
The premise is that teams and sports organizations can monetize their athletes in terms of competitive potential, strengths, and weaknesses. In essence, the better potential the Vertical Scan can unearth, the better use of scarce development funds for all levels of amateur and professional athletes.
How do they do it?
AI. Data.
By analyzing data from multiple athletes, the platform uncovers trends and patterns that assist coaches and trainers in making informed decisions about training methodologies and developmental strategies. (PR MAY 17th)
Dr. Kushwah further highlighted, “The industry recognizes the value and potential our solution holds. By leveraging AI and machine learning, we provide athletes and sports organizations with highly accurate and actionable insights. This empowers them to enhance their capabilities, improve performance, and strive for greater success.”
Using artificial intelligence technology, Predictmedix’s Safe Entry Stations already screen individuals for vital parameters. such as temperature, heart rate, respiratory rate, and oxygen saturation. With the added ability to measure systolic and diastolic blood pressure, Safe Entry Stations now provide even greater accuracy for its healthcare applications as well as workplace and law enforcement screening tools.
These Compelling Facts Bear Repeating:

1. PMED has several substantive and unique patents, both granted and pending.
2. The Companies market is virtually limitless, with exceptional long-term growth prospects.
3. Should have public acceptance when traded on against accidents and fatalities caused by impairment or fatigue.
4. It provides a quick and viable way to detect illnesses such as COVID-19, potentially before the individual knows.
5. No filing or storing of personal information.
6. Insurance, risk, and underwriting companies will embrace. Technology in every car, truck etc.?

The Company’s detection time for identifying impairment or disease is less than 5 seconds. The next competitor that is even remotely close takes 20 minutes.
The Company’s Safe Entry Stations – powered by a proprietary artificial intelligence (AI) – use multispectral cameras to analyze physiological data patterns and predict various health issues, including infectious diseases such as COVID-19, impairment by drugs or alcohol, fatigue, or various mental illnesses. Predictmedix’s proprietary remote patient care platform empowers medical professionals with AI-powered tools to improve patient health outcomes.
Ted Ohashi, the writer of Let’s Toke Business, has done a couple of fascinating pieces on PMED and its potential.
He notes it has the qualities to be a ten-bagger and notes these observations.

• PMED has a technology proven through clinical trials in hospitals supported by peer-reviewed studies published in relevant journals.
• A Purchase Order commercializes PMED’s Safe Entry product from a major hospital group in India, with 69,000 hospitals.
• There is significant commercial potential in PMED technology’s ability to detect impairment from alcohol and cannabis.
• PMED is a software company with Artificial Intelligence, and machine learning algorithms that provide targeted diagnostic results. The capital cost of the hardware for each unit has a two-month payback. PMED is a capital-light business model.
• As a result of the capital-light model, the gross margin is expected to be 80% to 90%. This means positive EBITDA and cash flow will be virtually immediate, and profitability should be attained in a relatively short period of time.

Ted notes he owns some shares, as do I.
Bottom Line
Since all of the compelling and potential game-changing techs, an investor has to ask, “What Next?”
I have no clue. I know that the potential is vast, and as soon as PMED refutes all the Henny Penny AI Bullmerde, it should be a big winner.
(Henny-Penny is a chicken that does not use her brain. An acorn falls on her head, and she thinks the sky is falling. She rushes to inform the king and is advised by her friends that the sky cannot fall. She does not listen and makes a fatal mistake by not thinking things through).
PMED is the acorn that proves the AI sky isn’t falling.

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I juST I need to get THIS off my chest because it feels like my emotions around this person and specific time in my life are bit too intense and eventhough there are a lot of nice and precious memories tied to them, sometimes it keeps me from moving on and letting the "oh those days"-past go.
4 years ago, i was at absolute rock bottom. Honestly I thought I was going to die - either because I might do it myself or my starved body would just give it up some unfortunate day. My ed got so bad, my impuslive behaviour got me into a really bad financial situation and I was just a wreck not even hoping for getting better anymore. I tried so many things, talked to so many therapist, went to clinics and never got anything out of it at the end of the day. I was so stuck in my mysery that honestly dying was a comforting thought.
However, once more I decided to give my recovery another try and eventually went to one of germany's best clinics in treating eating disorders and bpd. I heard so many good things of this clinic that I felt like " This is my last chance. If I cant make it here, I can't make it anywhere".
Got to know my therapist there on the first day ( I'll call him C from now on) and he honestly his reputation among other patients went from " he looks right through you" to " extremly arrogant and unable to discuss". I was scared af. ( Or my eating disorder was scared, afraid someone would find all it's secret ways and manipulative behaviours to keep on existing within me) And boy, the first meeting was as I expected. This man scared me. He did look right through me. The first weeks I didnt like him and wasn't ready to open up. I was pissed because he seemed so cold and distant when all I really wanted was some empathy, someone I could come to when i really felt all alone, empty and sad about everything ( my life, my family, my eating disorder being so present and omnipresent for 10 years) My weight dropped and I lied to C's face that everything was getting better ed-wise so many times. I think C new all the time. He kept waiting for the moment I was ready to really tell the truth about how miserable I was doing, purging every meal, every day. When I had to eat an extra portion for lunch, I freaked out. I decided to be finally honest about me not keeping any food in at all. I knew I had to tell C. But god was I scared of him. His cold but all-knowing attitude made me stutter the words out when I sat on that chair, saying that havent been too honest about my progress and that eating my meals didnt really work as I was pretending it did. C looked at me and all he said was " you just stone cold lied to me all the time." Jesus, I was dying in that moment. That 5 seconds of silence felt like forever. I thought he was going to kick me out of the threatment. But he didnt. He looked at me and said " I am very glad you are finally being honest. Now we finally can work together. I want to help you"
My heart dropped. I was so scared of being blamed and not being listened to again ( thats all I ever got from my family) but this reaction was something so new and unexpected in an uplifting way, it really marked the turning point in my recovery. From that day on it was still a lot of hard work ( got to see C twice a week for 25 minutes, all we did was behavioural chain analyses because I was struggeling hard still, but I stopped lying to C. After 2 long months I finally got full appointments ( 50 min 1x week with other group therapies) And I was able to tell C everything. My story. All of it. And it was hard, but in every single second I felt seen, listened to, appreciated and validated. I gained weight and I managed to accept my body. C helped me talking face to face with my father and with my sister in seperate meetings because these two people had the worst impact of my life and I needed a way to accept the fat that my family was broken und I cant change that. I can only learn to accept it and change myself and how I deal with it.
C was specialized on threating BPD and he defintely knew how to deal with all my emotions, my anger, my fear, my sadness. I have never felt this understood and I have never felt this much empathy towards myself from another person.
I defintely projected my father issues onto C, I remeber many times I just thought to myself that getting praised from him for making great process etc was the best feeling ever, it made me feel so happy and proud of myself, i never felt like this, but I know that I tried to be someone who deserves to be seen and praised by my actual father all my life. I was never good enough for him, except for being screamed at and insulted. When I was with C I finally felt like to be a good enough person in the eyes of a " father".
All in one I spent 6 months in that clinic and it changed my life for the better. Still fighting but I am better now. Last weekend I had the chance to visit the clinic again and I was excited to meet C again, however I was told that C no longer works there and that the station I was getting treated got closed for opening a new, more modern one onyl for private patients....
Honestly this was such a huge shock for me, I still dont really know how to deal with it. This clinic always was a save place for me, not only in my memories but also knowing if i really fall again, I can always come back and C will be there again. Now everything is gone. And it hurts. And me and my boyfriend both noticed how much I tend to live in the past. Like my past live is either about how much I loved my grandmother that died in a car accident or my live in that clinic and all the weird, funny, sad and precious moments I had with C. I could talk about him for forever. And it feels weird. It feels wrong. I don't want to be stuck in the past forever because some therapist finally validated me and my feelings and that obviously had me having a huge weird why-cant-you-be-my-dad -bpd-CRUSH on him.
I didnt realize how bpd all of this was until I thought about it a little longer lol.
Sorry,this was a long text and if you actually read til the end, thank you.
I guess all I want right now is someone telling me that this happens to many of us and that there's a way to get over it. I feel like I can never really be open to my new therapist ( female) because I keep wishing I was talking to C again, but i guess that's never going to happen...

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INJURIES / TLDR: Deep laceration caused by glass. I severed the tendon, an artery, a large vein, and sensory nerves. The laceration was almost bone-deep; it cut through all layers of skin, fat, and muscle. I did not feel it happen. After noticing it, the sensation I felt was pressure. Slight burning, but mostly an ache. It's similar to stubbing your toe or dropping something on top of your foot.
HERE'S WHAT HAPPENED: There was a glass vase on the floor. Ironically, I put it there so it wouldn't fall off the end table and shatter or if my dogs knocked it over it would topple onto the carpet. Yeah... about that. This story gets even more ridiculous 😆
I was expecting a DoorDash delivery of Jamba Juice. I had actually reordered because what I received earlier was super melted. Anyway, in my excitement I went to the door, looked through the peephole, and when I didn't see the delivery I must've spun around or maybe I was about to skip across my living room. I'm not 100% sure what laws of physics were involved here exactly but whatever I was doing there was momentum.
What I remember clearly is feeling the lip of the vase around my foot; I either knocked it over and my foot went inside it or I tripped and my foot went down and into the vase. I didn't feel the injury happen so I thought I had shaken it off my foot. I heard the glass shatter.
I didn't notice the injury until I stood up but I don't know if I fell down completely or I tripped but regained my balance and didn't fall.
Either way, it's evident that my foot was at an angle and my body weight caused the glass to basically impale me. If you see the second picture, that was immediately after it happened. I thought all that had happened was the layers of skin had been peeled back, kind of like the first incision a surgeon would make. I had no idea it was deep. I thought I'd gotten my foot out of the vase in time.
I'm sitting there on the floor, looking around for anything I can use to stop the bleeding. I couldn't stop the bleeding. The first inkling that this was bad was when I realized that, no, this just is actually a bowl and this bowl keeps filling with blood and spilling over. The carpet beneath my foot quickly became a satirated puddle you could splash in.
Then the DoorDash driver shows up. Well, sh*t. I want my smoothie. In the notes I said to just leave it at the door, but this guy was knocking. I felt weird doing this but I politely yelled, "You can leave it! Thank you! Will leave you a great review."
I crab walked to the door; I had my lower left leg crossed over my right one so I could keep the wound elevated but horizontal and stable, and grabbed my smoothie.
The adrenaline kicked in. I'm sweating, I'm nauseous, and I'm thinking to myself, "I'm glad I don't drive stick anymore," "Does one call 911 for this?" I was going to show my Pops property nearby (I'm a Realtor) so I texted him.
Together with an unknown neighbor, they carried me to my dad's car. To this day, there are still little blood droplet stains trailing from my front door, down the stairs, and all the way to my dad's car. I felt like royalty. Carry me, peasants.
Urgent care unwrapped the shirts I was using to cover the wound. Sadly, one of the shirts was my favorite. When they did this the bowl of blood that was my foot drained out on their floor. This was during COVID restrictions so gloves went on immediately, I felt awkward about that if they told me not to worry about it, it's okay. Several nurses came in, put those dog potty training pads all over the floor. The main doctor came in, wondering what the hustle and bustle was for. He took one look at the wound and said, "Whoa. So, we don't have the supplies necessary to stop the bleeding, figure out what's going on, or treat it. Go to the ER right away." Because you've severed an artery.
They did bandage my foot so that was nice. They still charged us $350 for a blue bandage, some gauze, and minutes of their time. I apologized for the massacre in their clinic. Fair is fair.
I go to the ER. I think my dad must've provided them with the urgent care receipt and explained what happened as I was taken back pretty quickly.
Heart rate was fast. Adrenaline still flowing. The pressure is now turning into a sharp ache. All in all, I was in the ER for 4-6 hours. They were busy. Had x-rays done. Got a tetanus shot.
One of the most part things I've ever experienced was the doctor that was showing a needle at different depths into the wound to numb it for stitches. You'll have to trust me on this one but I've got a great pain threshold. What took place on that evening had my white-knuckle gripping the arms on the hospital bed and shaking. My arms were sore afterward.
That doctor thought the tendon was only partially torn so he had a nurse put my lower leg in a split with my foot at a 90 degree angle so the ends of the tendon could grow back together. It wasn't 90 degrees enough for him so I had to go through that again.
He was rather aggressive cleaning the area prior to stitches, and he had me try and lift my ankle, lift my big toe, etc. It was doing this, IMO, that finally severed the tendon completely.
Look at PICTURE #1 and PICTURE #2. My toe hadn't dropped until the doctor was moving my foot, having me try to lift it, etc. So, I should've had surgery at 2 weeks but instead had CT scans at 2 weeks and surgery a MONTH later. Honestly, I wasn't upset.
The injury had already started forming scar tissue so during the surgery, the wound was completely re-opened.
I have thick adhesions now so I can't curl my toes and if I'm standing, I can't lift my big toe. The circulation is weird, too. my left foot is always MUCH colder than my right one. Occasionally, the adhesion feels tight and cramps. It's a sensation I feel along the full length of the tendon. It's bizarre considering we don't feel our tendons.
The most painful thing post-surgery was Day 2 and Day 3 anytime the medicine wore off. The only more painful was my mom's death.
The nerve damage is mostly on the top left of my foot. It doesn't hurt but if I touch it it the sensation is a weird buzzy, prickly feeling. The deeper nerve damage is one of the reasons I didn't feel the injury happen and perhaps why it wasn't as painful as it should've been.
From injury to being able to walk was two months. A "complete recovery" took 4 months. I was on crutches for 6-8 weeks and then a boot.
I had PT for a few weeks. I didn't have health insurance so it was $80 each time, lasted only half an hour so I stopped going. There was a lot of atrophy; my lower left leg was nearly half the normal size. I'm not a runway model but I've got a great walk; and then I didn't. It's back now.
It's been almost two years and I'm only just now able to stand on my tip toes and flex my calf muscle.
If anyone's interested, I can update this post and add progress pictures.
INJURIES: Severed the EHL tendon.
Goes from the knee, to the ankle, and then to the big toe. You need this tendon when you walk and it allows you to lift your foot up and down at the ankle.

I am exhausted. I am wired. I am hungry. The bronchitis from a month ago is back and tearing up my lungs. My body is in full on revolt. I am deleriously, ecstatically happy, and for the first time in a very long time I look at the future not with fear, or with indifference, but with hope and excitement. The last week may well have been one of the best weekends of my life. I am bursting with so much joy and love of the beauty of the world and the people in it, and gratitude for the people in my life and the gifts they have shared with me, that I can barely encompass it.
For nigh on a decade, I have predominantly been motivated by fear. Fear that if I didn't fix what had gone wrong in my marriage, I was a bad person. Fear tht if I didn't change in the way my husband needed me to to become the person he needed me to be, I would lose him, and it would show me to be a bad person. Fear that if I lost him, I would lose everything that mattered, I would be alone, unloved, unworthy of love.
Fear. Fear may be the mind-killer. It may be the little death that brings total obliteration. But it's a great motivator. Through long, painstaking, difficult effort, three steps forward, two steps back, I ground out a new me. A me with skills i'd never had, with a capacity for self-reflection and acceptance that I could never have conceived in my twenties. A me who (unlike twenties me) could stand for what I wanted and take the risk of loss, but also a me who (unlike the me of my early 40s) could be flexible and compromise rather than clinging for dear life to the boundaries that I'd carved in stone because I hadn't had any and could no longer tolerate hteir absence. A me that could blend self-care and compassion and care for others. A me who could be open with almost anyone about almost anything, but who didn't need to force that openness on people who didn't want it or couldn't share it.
It took me too long; I changed in the way my husband needed me to, but too late, and by then he needed something else, and the person he needed had become incompatible with the person I needed to be. But we both loved each other so much that we kept trying, and it didn't work, because it couldn't work. I grew into myself in order to save my marriage, and in the process lost it, and it sucks, but it's ok.
And yet, still, in the year since we agreed to stop trying and transmute the deep love we have into each other into a friendship (instead of a failing attempt at a partnership) --- in that year, every intrusive thought, every self-talk on long walks, every middle of the night ranting at myself when I cannot sleep, has been about my marriage, about the feelings from it that were never resolved and which likely can never be resolved. I have been stuck, half in the door to the relationship, half out, unable to move, or progress, or imagine any future --- the future I had hung my hat on for decades was gone, and while that decision was right by the time we made it, it meant there was nothing. A good job, a great circle of friends, a loving family household, sure, all of those are great, but they're no basis for building a future in the absence of the relationship that has been the focus of my adult life; nothing is such a basis.
At Coachella this year, a little bit before the start of Monolink's set, I ate some mushrooms. I peaked during the amazing visuals of Eric Prydz's set, enjoyed the acute comedown during Calvin Harris, stayed up all night, euphoric as fuck. It was a great time.
But --- i've been on the outskirts of rave culture for long enough to know that psychedelics are not just for partying. If you go in with the right mindset and the right intention, they can be a tool for change. There are all sorts of studies ongoing now of this principle --- mdma for ptsd, ketaimne for depression, mushrooms for whatever those godawful expensive clinics in oregon are doing with them. I had an intention: it is time to close the door, to be fully outside, to let the past be the past. I want to maintain a friendship, sure, but it has to be a friendship among friendships, not a primary friendship, and I have to just let the intrusive thoughts and the feelings and the what ifs go.
So the next night, still in the residual euphoria, I looked out across the crowd at the massive robot statues on the grounds, and they became security guards, blocking the door. And even now, a month later, when the intrusive thoughts come, the guards are there, tall and bright in my mind, warning me away. Do not enter, they say. The path is barred. Once in a while they don't succeed, but the overwwhelming majority of the time they do, and the intrusive thoughts have reduced.
I came home from Coachella knowing I had done it: I had hacked my mind, successfully, and the ensuing month --- a month where I had the worst cold in a decade, and bronchitis, and the most stressful work project since Borland kicked my ass to the curb so many years ago --- has proven it. The euphoria got lost in the cold, the stress of the project was brutal and overwhelming --- to the point where I got called out, in a way, specifically because the way I was interacting with coworkers was drawing complaints --- but the security guards are still there, a seemingly permanent addition to my cognitive repertoire.
But still, I could not see a future. Just an endless present, comfortable but unsatisfying, stretching until I die.
I'd been toying with the idea of going to another festival, Lightning in a Bottle --- an electronic music festival with hippie-spiritual aspects run by the people who run a specially curated stage at Coachella (the same stage I went to to bawl my eyes out after Porter Robinson's set this year) --- for years, but it never felt right, and I didn't want to go without a crew. (I increasingly don't want to go without a crew, but that's a tale for another day). This year, as I was still riding the euphoria from Coachella, things coalesced: some friends were going, I could camp with them, if I went this year, I'd have a crew. So I bought a ticket, took the time off work, and then promptly put the whole thing aside to focus on 70 hour work weeks while recovering from a terrible sickness.
I wasn't sure I was going to use psychedelics until I got there; my mindset in most of May has been ... incompatible with successful hacking or, honestly, joy. But I stepped onto the festival grounds on Wednesday and --- festivals are such a muscle memory for me that i was instantly refilled with the joy of the last festival, and the one before it, and the one before it; when i am at a festival it is as though i am at all festivals i have ever been to, one continuous time, the energy stretching across and among them, and it hit me, i was home.
(This didn't work last year at Hog Farm Hideaway or at California World Music Fest, and it's curious to me why, but that too is a topic for another day).
We set up camp -- me, my friends, one of their friends, some of her friends --- and started the weekend. The festival is sprawling (my campsite was at least a mile, possibly a mile and a half, away from the venue, with continuous campsites between) --- and, unlike Coachella, the festival isn't really about the bands per se; it's about a series of curated experiences to which the bands contribute. And the vibes --- the vibes, oh my god the vibes. Almost everyone is on, engaged, connected. I got more hugs from random strangers last weekend than I have over the past five Coachellas combined.
The production value isn't as good as Coachella (but very few are), but the curated atmospheres are stellar. And I love touches like the mid-festival fire pit, or the wierd martian dance party hangout, and the art design of the woogie at night was amazing.
I tripped twice last weekend (once planned, once a spontaneous last minute decision that may have been one of my best decisions of the weekend), and I rolled once.
I went into it with the intention of figuring out what the rest of my life looks like, and that didn't happen, but that was kind of a tall order, right? Insane, really.
But I also went in with the knowledge --- if i'm going to use these substances to hack my brain, the place i'm going to do it is at music festivals, and both so I can do it alone and so I am not a burden on my friends when I do it, I have to develop certian skills --- the skill to manage my reaction when i get overstimulated, the skill to go off and find a calming place when the feels get overwhelming, the skill to navigate to the bathroom when i need to, the skill to have a good time and not freak out when i get seperated, the ability to keep enough of my wits about me to be a good member of the crowd and not do super stupid stuff that's going to attract attention I don't want. My friends were kind enough to give me a safe space to develop those skills, and by the end of the weekend, I had. And at the same time ...
I had a couple intersections with the spiritual aspect of the festival. Not many, as that's not really what my friends wanted to do, and sharing the experience with them was more important than having my own experience in many ways, but some. An opening cacao ceremony I barely remember except for the bitter taste of the cacao and the sense of peace and focus it provided. A shiva ritual with tone meditation. And the fire pit, late sunday night, where the fire took on the aspect of the sacred fire that burns in everyone's heart, and i could gaze across the fire and see it, feel it, beating in everyone. (Something I did again, sober, last night, at the fire pit with my household-family).
I do not know who I am, not for real. I know the terrified child who hid behind being the smartest kid in the room so hte other kids would leave him alone and his mom and stepparents would take him seriously (and who stepped up to take care of his mom every time her relationships failed); I know the man who was afraid to not be the person he thought his husband wanted until that was unsustainable, the man who would not compromise with his husband because he'd been pushed to the point where the meagre boundaries he was clinging to were both essential and all he had, and the man who out of fear transformed himself into something close to a healthy adult (for someone else, not himself) --- but none of these are the core of me. They are masks I have worn, roles I have inhabited. I do not know who I am, and that used to terrify me, but now it does not.
I know that a big part of me is the part that connects, that seeks connection and forges conneciton and helps others find connections. I call myself a Bondsmith in cosmere fandom not because of any affinity to the known powers of bondsmiths, but because of an affinity to the act of bringing people together, of forging tribes and protecting them. And I know that a big part of me is the person who can sense, even if he can not always see or describe, the sacred fire of love and beauty deep within the core of us all, hidden and encrusted over by hurt and fear and rejection and loneliness and self-doubt and self-loathing and the drudgery of day to day life, and who seeks to bring it out and help it flower.
I do not know what I am going to do. I do not know who I am going to find that the rest of me is. That is a problem for tomorrow --- the metaphorical toomrrow, the immediate future stretching before me.
But ... I have spent a decade developing the tools for self-reflection and self-evaluation and self-change. I have learned this spring that I can use immensely powerful chemical tools to hack new neural pathways into my brain, to heal myself, and to help me discover who I need to be and what I need to do. I have a safe and loving community who will support me in it, and a job (for now) that will pay for it, and no need to worry about forcing myself to be who anyone else needs me to be --- I can find out who I need to be, and then I can decide what to do about it.
For the first time in more than a decade I am excited about the future, hope that I can be, and my future can be, something fantastic and fulfilling and full of love and joy and peace.
And I have so much gratitude, proximally to the friends who helped me this spring, more broadly to the friends who carried me through the darkness, and with whom I hope to celebrate the light.

I recently had a deep cleaning done by Western Dental and Orthodontics, it was my first cleaning after maybe five years after neglect from depression. They checked my periodontal pockets which ranged to 4-5. This was concerning but then they showed X-rays and said I had bone loss, but I feel like the pockets and X-ray didn’t match up. Anyway, they discussed a treatment plan with my guardian that included their own care package called Gum-X. Gum-X is not available anywhere else but this dentistry COMPANY, I will add. I did what the doctors told me and waited for my dental mold to arrive at the clinic, fast forward a few weeks and I come back for a small cleaning.
A week and a half later I receive my mouth molds, I’m advised to put medication along the molds and keep them in for 15 minutes every night after flossing and brushing.
It’s been almost over a week with these things and I don’t feel like it’s helping. I feel like my family was ripped off $2,000 for stuff that won’t even help me.
This dentist has 2 stars in multiple YELP reviews and I feel tired, sad and stressed that perhaps I didn’t get the care that I needed. They didn’t even give me paperwork of my charts or X-rays. I wish I had advised my mother to research good dentists before she booked me an appointment with some terrible corporate dentist office.
Will this actually help me in the long run?

Species: Dog
Age: 9 yrs
Sex/Neuter status:Male/Neutered
Breed: American Staffordshire Terrier
Body weight: 60
History: Healthy with no major issues. Has a fatty deposit on his shoulder but vet took a bi-op and found nothing to be concerned about. Current on all shots recommended by my vet. Had a small cancer node in mouth about 2-3 years ago, was removed and has not returned.
Clinical signs: Recently he has be exhibiting gut distress. He will pace around the house for 30-45 minutes before laying down again. I can hear his gut working, making noise from the other room. I can even hear it over headphones in the same room. It used to happen once in a blue moon but now it is happening a couple times a month. There is no blood (black or red) in his stool. He eats dry dog food (Kirkland brand) and has access to food as much as he wants. For his size the vet says he is a healthy weight. I have tried researching other brands of food and wet vs dry and everything I see seems to look like a ad for whatever brand the blog suggests so I can't really trust it.
During an episode he is able to pass a stool but he doesn't eat much. I understand it is bad gas (he has always been gassy) but it is causing him discomfort so I would like to change something so he feels better.
Duration: Last for a day or two, then he is back to his normal habits.
Your general location: Reno, Nevada
My big question is, how can I help with his gas? Change dog food? Change type? Supplements?
Edit: I took a look at the FAQ and will be reading some of the dog food articles but at a glance didn't see anything that address this question so I will leave it up.

Author's Note
Hey how goes it
Here's a long one that I should have wrote more for but after passing it through ChatGPT, or whatever subsequent type of AI it was, the results, which aren't posted here, actually gave me some really cool and new ideas that'll come in the next chapter.
Like, super cool things I didn't even consider or think about. So that's awesome.
Expect the usual shenanigans and humanry occurring.
Love you guys and I'm thankful for the people who have been messaging me reminding me that I should keep writing. Sometimes I get a little jaded or just downright depressive thinking about my works of art.
As always, I hope you guys enjoy reading this from the bottom of my heart. I know I say it every chapter but I genuinely do mean it.
Here's the prior one, Chapter 6
And as always, the next chapter will go here once posted.
End of Author's Note
The Gladiator
A 'Space is an Ocean' Story
Chapter 7
The Unlikely Candidates
Something was very wrong about the agent escorting them out of the labyrinthine underbelly of the colosseum.
Xyx had dealt with Systems Authority on multiple occasions. They had augments that curbed their social skills, recorded every action and thought they committed to, and reminded them that the Cewmis were watching.
He'd never met one, of course. Had only heard stories. They ran the Federation and, in turn, the galaxy.
The Xihex'han wondered if this warranted one coming out to That Sand Ball, or if they were going to meet one.
When he got caught on Earth, his crime had been enough that an agent physically apprehended him and escorted him to his own courts, who worked as a liason to the Federation proper.
None of the agents he had ever interacted with were as cocksure as this one.
The reptile adjusted his robes and stepped a bit closer to the human, keeping an eye on the agent in front of them.
"Saul, this agent is.. you could use the term off.", he started.
"Really? Seems like a cop to me.", the little pale ape replied. "Walks like a cop, purrs like a cop."
"No, I mean, well, maybe your cops but he is not acting like our cops.", he glanced down at the man to see if he was catching on. He wasn't.
"Why? He forget to stand for the anthem or something?", the human grinned up at him, "Come on Xyx, you're not your usual zonked out self. Hit that peace pipe you keep hidden on you." The man gestured jokingly toward his robes. "Unless somebody broke it. Did the cop take it?"
The human was lucky he understood the sarcasm dialect of English. He brushed it off and kept as serious a tone as he could muster.
"No, nothing of the sort. Should my behavior not indicate that something is wrong?", he pressed.
"Nah. I think you got involved with the police and you don't wanna be seen as a narc.", the man replied dismissively, stepping over a fallen body. "I don't see you any different and I'm not gonna give you any stitches, so just relax. They're gonna get me home and probably give you a couple bucks for helping. No sweat."
So that's why Saul was being so carefree about this. Obviously. How could he have known?
The reptilian stared at him for a long moment before taking another glance at the feline ahead of them, keeping his eyes on the agent as he spoke.
"That is not at all what will happen, Saul of Earth.", he muttered, catching an inquisitive look from the man out of the corner of his eye.
"Remember what I told you? You are a very sturdy little bastard, and a bioweapon on top of that.", the green scaled biped began explaining.
"You would be the equivalent of a rabid tiger covered in anthrax let loose in the streets of New York.", he peered down at the man to see if he was getting through and, thankfully, he was.
"I do not know where you are being taken nor why you are even alive. They don't charge tigers with crimes.", he finished.
"What about the machines inside me? And.. and you can translate. Tell him I'm not gonna hurt anybody.", the man tried, his eyes now glued to the feline as well. Xyx only shook his head.
"Who knows when those black market machines will fail? Or if they truly kill everything coming out of you. Regardless, my point remains.", Xyx ventured, an accusatory shift coming over his demeanor. "His motives are unclear, your fate is unknown, and he is not to be trusted."
"Off. Right." Saul was mulling over his words with a look of suspicious determination. "What do we do then?", he asked.
Xyx was very glad that he had asked.
"Simply remain amicable until it's time to become human.", he gave the man's shoulder a few reassuring pats.
Ocean of Uncertainty
Banzora sounded lovely right about now.
If anyone asked, Lana'kt'ujam couldn't honestly provide an answer that she felt comfortable with being her final decision, but home would have been one of her options.
On one claw, she could be back under the warm oceans of that blue pearl. Enjoying the pristine waters, abundant fresh food, and unimaginably beautiful stonework her people carve with their own claws.
Conducting honest research with state of the art equipment in an effort to bring more uplifted species to the galactic fold beneath the Federation's benevolent eyes.
Her scientific progress doubling as proof that she's making an effort to reclaim her medical practitioner's license and disbar the charges that robbed her of it.
Serene, happy, safe.
She felt the memories of home coating the seafloor in layers of nostalgic catharsis, a mass of soft sponge for her to sink back down into when the need arises
On the other claw, this cycle had started off with her stuck inside of the glorified closet she called a clinic.
Fixing the deadbeat criminals, untrustworthy contract fighters, and exotic beasts for an arena she wished would burn down.
Deeply loathing her employer and wishing him nothing but death with his establishment dismantled.
She felt the smoldering coal of disdain from the still-fresh memories, burning the cracked statue of pride containing who she once was
But now?
Now, her employer's unburied corpse was pulped on the floor of the embarrassing closet clinic.
She was leaving the dung heap arena falling to shambles with her dung heap responsibilities to the scum that inhabited it.
And one would think nothing could make the day any better?
She felt the coal morphing, growing, becoming a self-righteous fire of empowerment, containing the potential to mend her cracked pride and rebuild the Lana she remembered being
She was accompanying a genuine enlightened Amber class primate and his Xihex'han companion that spent years enriched in his culture, on his home planet.
There was just so much to learn if she could find a moment between all of the sudden violence and minefield of ethical dilemmas to seize the opportunity.
The Amber very clearly wished he weren't a victim of the poking, prodding, or tests conducted on him any time she wasn't relentlessly piecing his burnt pelt back together from the holes and scratches coating it, but she stayed optimistic that he'd warm up to the idea of furthering science eventually.
She felt a bubbling giddiness from anticipation, the dense waters of professionalism keeping them from traveling far or getting in the way
Unfortunately for Lana, the 'human' and Xyx were ahead of her, quietly speaking in his belching, gibbering language and didn't seem keen on including her or her scientific interests.
Despite lacking the facilities to replicate it herself, she desperately wanted to learn the language. His Spike was already translating for her, she only needed to understand him. Then proper interviews could happen.
She observed the pair ahead of her and made a few attempts to glean something, anything, from the interaction.
Obviously they needed some kind of distraction. Maybe they were deciding what to have for dinner once they got out of the arena. Or perhaps Xyx was sharing a secret or traumatic memory of some kind.
Or, the most likely possibility, that she was hopeless in trying to read either of the beings in front of her.
She felt the sharp knife of focus as she tapped into the network to guide her augments, a silk web of attention letting nothing escape scrutiny
For starters, the reptile's species were, unfortunately, completely expressionless. To the extent that they appeared to utterly lack the capacity for complex social interaction to an outside observer.
The one, and only, notable exception mentioned by the networks were the regional accents and dialects that any Xihex'han could simply mimic with relative ease after a few conversations.
Otherwise, they were a blank slate to the rest of the galaxy.
To some degree, it was likely being done intentionally to maintain their stoic desert monk facade.
Xyx being no exception to this, fighting and basking were the contractor's only two notable characteristics before the hominid's arrival, and the arena's subsequent upheaval.
Lately, she noticed him beginning to mirror certain motions and mannerisms she'd seen in the human.
Sorting through footage provided a testimony to her observation. Motions they both went through. Practically identical.
Bobbing the shoulders sometimes, shaking the head there, the occasional hand moving around in front of his chest as he spoke.
It was almost as if he was trying to use the familiarity of the language and gestures to comfort or disarm the Amber for some reason.
If only she could cross reference the collected data with the network to find intent.
She felt unease mixing with intrigue, an uncomfortable skin coating her determination
She made a few mental notes to review more data and continue her observations of the Xihex'han before her attention switched to the fleshy creature beside him and she started trying to figure him out.
The header of her dissertation would definitely make note of the stocky little primate's deathwish since he was tirelessly trying to get himself killed at every opportunity.
Then there was the glaring, irreparable problem of the Command Spike where an augment should be, jutting from his face and mocking her by only operating one way.
He couldn't even access the aug network, not that she thought he could handle such an information overload, but the poor guy couldn't even put on clothes or send pseudo-telepathic messages.
He must have been so embarrassed.
She felt pity for the creature, a soft fog barely concealing the helpless shame of her inaction, in the heart of the mist was a glowing pile of embers, frustration
'May you be forgotten while you rot in the deeps, Burj.' The only fitting curse for his cruelty that she could think of.
The Banzoran did start to internalize that she had been distracted by her pity and frustration for the ape mixing with her shame for failing to stop the Spike from being implanted.
Lana had forgotten to actually observe, to find something notable. She knew she still had recordings of everything but the seed of introspection clung to her thoughts, threatening to grow into resentment.
Resentment would jeopardize her chances of making something bigger with what she had here.
She felt her emotional weakness unsettle the seafloor and break embarrassment free from below, the friction and instability trying to weaken the pillars of duty on the foundations of hope
Turning the last corner shifted her line of thought, the hall stretching towards the hardlight door leading outside to her future of unemployment.
Sweet, succulent destitution.
Lana could find work elsewhere, and would need to, but she really was not going to miss working under Burj. She'd take the uncertainty of starvation over another minute under that fool.
The Projush agent stepped right up to the field and the semi-transparent red door collapsed at his command prompt. Rather quickly for such a thick hardlight field as well.
Lana couldn't help but wonder how the primate was going to react to the world outside the pit when he saw it for the first time.
She definitely needed to keep collecting data on the Amber and verified that both her augs, and her drone, were still recording everything. Twice.
She felt the coarse irritation of her emotional slip begin to sink beneath the stones of clinical detachment, large bricks of chance sinking from the waters above to build a tower gleaming with opportunity or just as easily crush her beneath them
She already had plenty of footage of his biological reactions to the weapons used against him and his own combatives, which needed work. She was quite excited to deconstruct and file away everything once she had a terminal.
As the door drew closer to her, she could hear the rain outside pelting the crowded streets and made a mental note to get data on the acid's interactions with the primate's skin.
Lana genuinely could not get any more excited today. There was just too much work to be done.
No more patching up criminals with subpar equipment. No more listening to an insane warlord's bipolar rambling.
Real work!
A future!
Now to either convince the agent to let her have it or take it herself.
She opened a pseudo-telepathic channel to Ash'shis and introduced herself, opening with a bit of amicable rapport.
You Live Like This?
The cat dude stepped in front of the large open space leading outside. And just stood there for a second.
Saul was keeping a closer eye on cat cop after his conversation with his gator friend. While he wanted to believe that law enforcement was supposed to do the right thing, there's always a bad apple to ruin the bunch.
This one might be that bad apple if Xyx had good hunches.
The cop stepped outside and the three various people followed him, the crab lady was still taking up the rear. He didn't blame her.
If he could put himself between him and the off officer, he would.
He stepped outside and squinted at how dark everything was. Nothing at all like the blue cloudy skies inside the colosseum. Not to mention the rain coming down.
He opened his mouth to catch some of the misty drops floating down and immediately regretted his decision, closing his mouth and feeling a bit torn by the taste of vinegar. At least it wasn't the funion balls but he didn't pack any of the water orbs and that would bite him, for sure.
Before he could bring his head down he saw shapes moving across the sky between the skyscrapers around him.
The sight was enough to make him forget about his open wounds stinging from the vinegar rain.
Massive boats of all shapes and sizes floated through the sky. The largest of them could be glimpsed in the gray sky above the towers. Some of the ship's were small enough to fit between the buildings. Others were so small it was just an alien standing on a skateboard clinging to the singular maste in the middle. The tiniest ones were flying just above his head.
He almost thought about throwing a rock.
"Oh wow. There's fuckin boats flying.", he muttered, jostling the lizard beside him with his elbow.
"There sure are. I believe our host wishes for us to continue though." Xyx replied as flat and bored as always, dragging Saul's attention downwards to cat cop.
The agent was standing a few meters away with his hands on his hips. Beside him was a big rhinoceros manatee hybrid that stood on cloven feet. Crab doc was already waiting beside them.
"Is tubby supposed to be the muscle?", he cracked, starting to make his way over to the agents and trying his hardest not to step in any puddles or lumps of wet trash with his bare feet.
He couldn't even fathom how the aliens live in this place with nothing on.
By the time he tip toed his way to the waiting cops, the big manatee thing was walking past him and going inside while the feline fur bro began to lead the way again, the crowded streets parting for him while he had his empty hand raised above his head.
The human figured his arm would get tired eventually.
One thing he noticed about the streets was the silence. There wasn't very much talking going on and the footsteps around him were louder than the chatter or the rain. It was still depressing.
The alleys and thin streets were a maze and the cat cop was vigilant. Not letting the human out of his sight for a second.
Saul didn't mind. He couldn't help looking around at the city and sky. Between releasing his pent up aggression towards blood sport operators, getting free of the traumatic cage, and being greeted by Picasso's crowded Bladerunner city with boats in the sky, he was actually starting to remember where he left his sense of humor.

"You register tomorrow, how are you feeling?"
I extended and retracted my claws nervously. It had barely been three days since we realized I was a werewolf.
"Nervous," I said. "I knew they… we existed, and were even somewhat common. But I honestly never expected myself to end up as one."
"No one ever really does," she said. "But hey, it's pretty cool, at least. Don't you think?"
"I do think it's cool, yeah. But it's still a massive change from before. I just hope I can go on living as normal. You know, like from every werewolf movie ever? I don't want to be, like, hunted down and 'studied' if you know what I mean."
"You know that doesn't happen, the science is past that, at the very least. You'll go in, you'll register, then leave and move on. Just like a doctor monitoring any other condition. You know this already, chill out."
"I'll try," I said. "I hate doctors."
She laughed at this.
"You're a funny guy. But now we need to make lunch. Go slice some tomatoes, moon-sniffer."
"Ha-ha, very funny. You could be one too, you know."
"I know." She giggled. "But for now I get to tease you about it."
"Fiiine," I drawled sarcastically. "You make eggs or something then, I'm not doing all the work."
"Alright."
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I woke up with a start, as usual. My alarm always scared the crap out of me in the mornings. Only something was different this time. My hand was caught in the blanket. I looked down in the dim light and saw my claws had involuntarily extended and shredded half my blanket.
"Well, crap." I muttered to myself. "That was 30 bucks."
I turned off my alarm and got dressed. I was really thankful it wasn't winter and the moon wasn't still out at 7am. I wasn't sure what happened with the whole "werewolf under the full moon" thing, but I didn't want to find out. I now wish I had taken that course in school.
Breakfast went as usual, I pretty much just drank coffee and didn't eat until lunch. My appointment wasn't for two hours, so I had time to nervously extend and retract my claws for another thirty minutes. I almost stabbed my phone through, but apparently being a werewolf comes with enhanced reflexes as well.
That done, I got ready and headed out. The clinic was only a 20 minute walk away, so I had plenty of time. The door seemed to slam as I shut it, despite not putting any more force than usual.
"Darn it," I thought to myself. "That was weirdly loud."
It was a really nice spring day and I could hear birds chirping, though they seemed far closer than normal despite the lack of trees on my street. I could hear everything better in general. As well as this, everything looked far brighter than before. I tried to shake it off, it didn't really affect me. Come to think of it, all my senses seemed to be functioning much better than I was used to. As I shook my head, I realized I could smell almost everything. Although, that was something I didn't really want to think about until I had to.
Twenty minutes later, I arrived. The clinic was a rather inconspicuous building, made of the same blue-gray brick as the other buildings on the street. It also wasn't much different from most family doctors, despite being licensed to register werewolves and shifters. I shook my head ruefully. Despite being probably the coolest thing ever to happen to me, I was still nervous about it. Good old humans and our hatred of change. As my sister had teased me about yesterday, it was supposedly just like any other doctor visit. I just hoped that was really true. Not in the least because I hated needles and people.
The bell above the door gave a cheerful ching, in stark contrast to my nervous state. I was 10 minutes early as I had planned, so I sat down to wait. I took a bag of peanuts out of my back and snacked on them while I scrolled reddit. Out of nowhere, I bit my lip.
"Ow!" I said far louder than I had intended.
This earned me a few stares, but everyone else in the waiting room soon went back to what they were doing. I touched where I had bit down, and was surprised to find blood. Not just a little, but the amount you'd expect from a full-on cut. I pulled out a random napkin I had in my pack and started to dab at it. Why did it do that? I had bitten my lip before, but never this bad. Having dabbed as much blood as I could, I threw the napkin out and turned my attention to the room.
It was a typical doctor's office waiting room. There were chairs lining the wall with the door I had come in, a reception desk and hallway opposite that, and posters covering the other two walls. The wall with the door was nearly all window, with sun-faded blinds pulled up on all of them. The reception desk was built in to the left wall of the room and extended most of the way across, with a gap at the end the width of the hallway behind it. All the posters, as with any doctor's office, displayed various medical processes and information. However, my eyes were drawn to the one on werewolves. I skim-read it in my mind:
"Two kinds, pathogen, moonlight, uncontrollable, rabies…"
Wait? Rabies? What the heck was that about? But just as I was shaking my head to try and calm down and read through more thoroughly, the receptionist called my name.
"Soren Crow?" She called.
I took a deep breath, stood up, and went up to the desk. The receptionist nodded at me.
"Right this way," She gestured down the hall. "Room four, last one on the right."
"Thank you." I replied.
I walked down the hall and into the room. It was a typical doctor's office. On the left side was one of those mechanical beds with the sheet of paper on it. On the right was a gray-laminate desk with a computer that looked like it became obsolete in 2009. Above this was a shelf full of binders and a couple jars and medical objects I didn't understand. On the far wall was a yellow and red box labeled "SHARPS" in bold font.
"Oh great," I muttered to myself. "Needles, yay."
I sighed and sat down on the bed. It had already been a strange day. First I shred my blanket, then every noise is unusually loud, then I nearly impale my face by biting my lip. I hope the exam goes somewhat normally. My head snapped toward the door then. I could hear footsteps. But they sounded really far away. At this point I rolled my eyes. I wasn't an idiot, I could put two and two together. Apparently becoming a werewolf came with hearing upgrades. Hopefully doctor bro would tell me it came with composure upgrades as well.
Then he walked in. He was of average hight, with black hair and gray glasses. He wore a white outfit that looked like a lab coat.
"Good morning." He said pleasantly, then looked down at his clipboard. "Soren Crow?"
"Yep," I replied.
"Perfect." He sat down on a stool by the desk and turned to face me.
"So it says you're here for a general exam because you're a werewolf?"
"Yes."
"Well, I have good news. You're a lycanshifter, not a true werewolf. That basically means you can transform at will between your human body, a humanoid wolf, and regular wolf forms. Some people also keep their claws in human form as well. Finally, your hearing, smell, and eyesight all self-correct to 20/20. Congrats." He smirked at me. "Anyway, how do you feel? Have you had any unusual symptoms?"
"Not really, " I said. "My appetite has been bigger and I accidentally shredded my blanket last night, but that's it."
"That's normal," He said. "Just like you learned to walk when you were little, you'll learn to control your claws through practise. Would you extend and retract them once for me?"
"Sure." I said, and I did. They were almost the same color as my fingernails, but with a distinct dark gray hue.
"Good news, they look healthy." He said. "Come back if they start feeling itchy or get infected or inflamed. Otherwise, you're good to go."
"That's it?" I asked. "I'm not going to turn into a rabid monster or anything?"
He chuckled. "No, you have nothing to worry about. Lycanshifting is perfectly safe. Just don't stab yourself. I'll put this in your file, and like I said, come back in if anything I described happens. Ok?"
"Alright. Thank you. I actually feel relieved now."
"No problem, have a good day."
We both walked out of the room. He turned down another hall, and I started walking home.
"Lycanshifting, huh?" I thought to myself. This was sure to be interesting. I knew the super-senses would come in handy regularly, but I wasn't sure what I would do with other forms or claws. Maybe it'll help chop vegetables, I don't know. On the way home, the sky seemed a little bluer than normal, the birds' songs seemed clearer, and the sun a little brighter. Unfortunately, this also meant the traffic was louder and the car exhaust smelled worse. Thankfully, nothing else noteworthy happened. I unlocked the door and went in.
"Welcome home!" My sister called from the kitchen. "How'd it go?"
"Pretty great," I said as I walked in. "Turns out I'm not actually a werewolf, but a lycanshifter. You know, the one that's not a monster."
"That's awesome! But you're still a moon sniffer." She quipped.
"You just watch it, you might be yet." I retorted.
We both laughed, and got on with our day

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I live in a red meat, right-to-work state. When Trump was elected, I cried because I knew that so many people were going to suffer, including me. I left my narcissistic husband in 2018. I saw my business and my industry die during the pandemic. I could not get a PPP loan. My ex stopped paying child support and I racked up $7K in debt. I paid it off but I am still not making enough to live and have racked up another $6K more, all while working full time. There’s no healthcare, no childcare, no affordable housing. I got $12K in rent assistance in HOPE grants, but I have to pay back $5200 because my landlord screwed up the paperwork and threatened to make me pay it back or evict me. It’s all totally legal too.
I’m on food stamps but I only get $26 a month. A charity called my work to verify my income so it’s embarrassing and hard to go to work now. I can’t move out of my neighborhood because I can’t afford anything within 45 minutes and I’m locked into staying here because I have to pay my landlord back for the HOPE grant.
There’s an abortion clinic at the end of my street and the anti-abortion protesters are just giddy at the new laws in my state. They’ve been causing accidents and near misses at my intersection on a daily basis. I complained to the police and ended up on their hit list somehow. They’ve photographed my license plate, sent people to follow me back to my apartment and video me going inside, and approach my kid. I complained to the police again but they can’t do anything unless they try to physically harm me or my kid. So now my kid isn’t allowed to play outside anymore.
But the worst part is trying to get mental healthcare. There’s nothing available and now that I am back on Medicaid, my prescriber conveniently ditched me and no one will take me. I went to the hospital to get a bridge prescription until they had an opening and they threatened to commit me. One of the meds I was on, Concerta, is a controlled substance and they accused me of drug seeking behavior. I told them upfront that going off it suddenly was causing suicidal ideation but that I wasn’t in danger of acting on it. I said this because anytime you even mention the S word, they threaten to call someone to haul you away. I also said that I had been assaulted in the state hospital and would never go back there, so please don’t threaten me with that either. But after waiting 3 hours of waiting they just threatened me with hospitalization. I left without a prescription and now I have no refills and no prescriber.
I am in a really dark place. I can’t call for help. I can’t get any help at all. I am constantly spiraling and all I can do is put one foot in front of the other day after day with no break in sight. I can just barely pay my bills but I can’t save money to leave. All I can do is just keep on for my kid, and even though I have a good kid, it’s still hard to be a parent with no support system and no future.
I swear this country hates women, especially single moms.

Species: Dog Age: 11.75 years Sex/Neuter status: Male, Neutered Breed: Beagle Body weight: 30 History: Slight heart murmor, Advanced Tooth Decay, Previous acl injury (healed), loss of control of tail (door accident from hotel maid) Clinical signs: Labored Breathing, extreme fatigue , loss of appetite, visibly stressed, crying when being picked up under stomach, brain fog, staring. Duration: 3 hours Your general location: USA Links to test results, vet reports, X-rays etc: Abdomen X- ray attached.
Our dog was completely in good spirits the day before . We woke up the following morning to the above symptoms and immediately took him to the local vet. They gave him oxygen on arrival , and ran blood tests. Blood tests normal. They then took the attached Abdomen X-ray, after we informed them he was crying loudly when being picked up. They told us he had a very large mass on on his spleen that apparent from his symptoms appeared to have just burst open. They told us surgery was basically a non option, and that he probably would not make it through the surgery due to his age. Even if he got the surgery and it was successful, he might only live a few weeks after. They said he would not improve naturally with time, likely pass away in a few hours, and the most logical and human option was to euthanize him.
We feel very guilty and not sure we made the right call. Everything felt very rushed one minute we are getting good news about the blood test RBC count, the next minute I am picking out an urn. We got the opinion of two different doctors there but still feel a bit unsure and uneasy. Perhaps we should have taken him to an E.R. or another vet for confirmation?
Please see the attached x ray and let us know if we made the right call. My mother can not sleep over this. Thank you very much.
X Ray

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The BYU Religious Education department shares a video about their newest publication, "Battlefields to Temple Grounds," which explores how World War II Pacific battlefields in Guam and Micronesia have become peaceful temple grounds. Watch the video here.
Geoff Steurer's blog post discusses the importance of formal disclosure as part of the healing process after betrayal, as it helps partners face reality, reduce shame, and work on rebuilding trust. Read more here.
The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints reports that Elder Gary E. Stevenson recently visited Brazil and met with the mayor of São Paulo, a Catholic Cardinal, and the leaders of the largest mosque in Brazil. Read more here.
Dan Peterson reflects on a recent trip to Jerusalem and revisits the significance of the Six-Day War in Israel's history, highlighting the significance of the event for Zionist Jews around the world. Read more here.
The First Presidency of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints has announced the location of the Charlotte North Carolina Temple, which was announced by Church President Russell M. Nelson during the April 2023 general conference. Read more here.
Jeff Teichert reassures readers of "Meridian Magazine" that they can find perfection in Christ, even if their family situation is not ideal or picture-perfect, and emphasizes that being made perfect in Christ means being made whole through Him. Read more here.
Cali Black encourages us to ask for help and rely on our Heavenly Father in difficult times, using Matthew 26:39 as a guide in her One Minute Scripture Study podcast. Read more here.
Breck England discusses the meaning and significance of the sixth seal in the Book of Revelation, and how it relates to our spiritual foundations. He discusses how Joseph Smith, Jr. was called upon to receive revelations at a time when people were experiencing despair, and how we can turn to the Lord for guidance during difficult times. Listen to the podcast to learn more. Read more here.
In his article "Discovering Atonement Theory", mdavidhuston describes his initial discovery of atonement theory through a Wikipedia search, discusses its various interpretations, and reflects on its implications for one's view of the world and others. He then delineates four atonement theories held by various Christian philosophers, including the penal substitution theory and the adoption theory. This article encourages Latter-day Saints to study, understand, and appreciate the method by which our sins are remitted. read more here.
The Church News shares an interview with President Henry B. Eyring in honor of his 90th birthday, reflecting on his life, lessons learned, and his 38 years of Church service including his remarkable wife Kathy and his calling as a counselor in the First Presidency. read more here.
Richard Ostler interviews Debra Oaks Coe, an active LDS mother of 5, and longtime LGBTQ ally on his podcast, where they discuss the latest research on Gen Z, their mental health, and what can be done to help them feel needed and a clear feeling of belonging. Coe also shares practical examples about creating belonging in family and ward congregations, as well as how her family and congregation handled her gay son coming out. If interested in learning more, the podcast contains links to her Deseret News Op-Ed, a sheep story, and an earlier related episode. Read more
The AML Online Book Club is set to discuss Mikayla Orton Thatcher's memoir Beehive Girl on June 25th, and Thatcher herself will be joining the discussion. Beehive Girl is a unique memoir that offers a window into a forgotten Young Women's program, and follows Thatcher as she documents her personal journey fulfilling the original Beehive Girls’ requirements as a modern adult. The book is part memoir, part project book, and includes Thatcher's account of skills such as making furniture, milking a goat, and caring for a hive of bees. The discussion will be held on Zoom, and readers can request a link by replying to the AML post. Read more here.
Jeff Lindsay reflects on the universal scope of the atonement and salvation of little children in the Book of Mormon and how it reveals God's fairness and mercy towards all His children. Lindsay notes that the Book of Mormon provides meaningful echoes of these doctrines that are later revealed in the Doctrine and Covenants. He highlights 2 Nephi 9:23-26 and Jacob's teachings concerning the mercies of the Holy One of Israel and how they are claimed through the atonement of Christ. Lindsay argues that these teachings demonstrate the universal scope of God's love and should give us hope and faith in a fair, merciful God. Read more here.
BYU researchers are developing a prescription-like system for chronic back pain that will prescribe patient-specific back pain remedies like doctors would prescribe medication, in efforts to help reduce opioid addiction. BYU is one of 10 major universities (along with Harvard, Ohio State, and the University of Utah) tapped to help with this $150 million effort by the Back Pain Consortium Research Program. The research team is collecting data on both biopsychosocial well-being and spinal motion. Preliminary results have been very promising and show that spinal motion phenotypes correlate with biopsychosocial well-being; patients in certain phenotypes experience much more severe pain than others. These findings support the practice of motion-based diagnostics, as well as the theory that patients who exhibit similar phenotypes will respond in like manner to similar treatments. Ongoing research by the BYU team and others is dedicated to identifying the optimal treatments for patients with chronic low back pain according to their individual needs. Read more here.
Trevor Holyoak reviews the latest installment of The Joseph Smith Papers, which covers the first four and a half months of 1844, including Joseph Smith's announcement of his presidential campaign, the formation of the Council of Fifty, the increasing hostility from various sources, and new doctrines being brought forth, among other things, including all seven known versions of the King Follett Discourse. Read more here.
The Interpreter Radio Show discusses New Testament lesson 24, "Continue Ye in My Love" covering John 14-17 in their May 14 segment of the New Testament in Context. Read more here.
Pam Peebles explores the topic of personal identity and how we choose to identify ourselves, sharing one man's own self-identification as a disciple of Christ on the Third Hour blog. Read more here.
Ted Gibbons writes about the significance of praying in the name of Jesus Christ, emphasizing the power and authority found in doing so as a family member and invoking our elder brother's name with reverence and gratitude. Read more here.
Geoff Steurer discusses the importance of formal disclosure in healing from betrayal, including how it helps both partners enter reality, reduces shame, and encourages self-reflection, in his blog post "Why Formal Disclosure Matters (Part 1)." Read more here.
John Claybaugh offers teaching and study aids for Lesson 24 of the Come, Follow Me New Testament curriculum, with a focus on John 14 and the teachings on the two Comforters that Jesus promised to send to His followers. Read more here.
The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints has announced the location of the Charlotte North Carolina Temple, which was revealed by Church President Russell M. Nelson during the April 2023 general conference. Read more here.
Elder Gary E. Stevenson of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles meets with government and religious leaders, including the mayor of São Paulo, a Catholic Cardinal, and leaders of the largest mosque in Brazil, during his ministry tour in Recife and São Paulo, Brazil. Read more here.
Breck England, writing for Meridian Magazine, discusses the sixth seal and what it reveals about the last days, including a world haunted by war and despair. He also shares how the Lord provided guidance to help us navigate these troubled times. The article includes a podcast episode on this topic. Read more here.
In a recent blog post on The Interpreter Foundation, hosts Terry Hutchinson, John Gee, and Kevin Christensen discuss Lesson 24 in Come, Follow Me on John 14-17 in their New Testament in Context segment on the May 14 episode of Interpreter Radio. Read more here.
In his Listen, Learn, and Love podcast, Richard Ostler hosts Debra Oaks Coe, who shares the latest research on Gen Z, their mental health, the importance of belonging, and also talk about her experience as an active LDS mother of a gay son and shares her family love story. Read more here.
Cali Black reflects on a difficult time in her life and shares a lesson she learned through studying Matthew 26:39 in her latest blog post on the One Minute Scripture Study podcast. She encourages readers to ask for help when needed and reminds them that it is okay to do so. Read more here.
BYU Religious Education has released a new book titled "Battlefields to Temple Grounds," which shares the inspiring stories of how World War II Pacific battlefields in Guam and Micronesia became peaceful temple grounds. The book is edited by R. Devan Jensen and Rosalind Meno Ram and is available for purchase now. Learn more about the authors and get your copy on the RSC website. read more here.
In his blog on Patheos, Dan Peterson reflects on his experience attending a conference as a young graduate student in 1976 that featured prominent Latter-day Saint scholars such as Truman Madsen and Hugh Nibley, and how it impacted his scholarship and faith. He shares personal anecdotes and highlights the importance of intellectual rigor and spiritual sensitivity in the pursuit of truth. Read more here.
The Church News shares an interview with President Henry B. Eyring discussing the lessons he's learned in his 90 years of life, including the importance of serving the Lord in all things and how every good thing in his life has been a byproduct of that service, including meeting his wife. Read more here.
The AML Online Book Club will discuss Mikayla Orton Thatcher’s memoir, Beehive Girl, on June 25th with Thatcher herself joining the conversation, as former Mormon Young Women work is explored through a funny and heartfelt account of fulfilling the original Beehive Girls’ requirements. Read more here.
Jeff Teichert discusses in his article that being perfect in Christ starts with accepting that we are not perfect and being made perfect in Christ is not about being perfect in fact but borrowing from His perfection and allowing us to be made complete, which means being wholeness through Him. Teichert goes on to argue that we are strengthened by being perfected through Christ and can live an extraordinary and exemplary life no matter our circumstances. Read more here.
In his post "Cherishing the Book of Mormon’s Teachings on the Fairness of God, Including the Universal Scope of the Atonement and Salvation of Little Children" on the Arise from the Dust blog, Jeff Lindsay discusses how the Restored Gospel reveals a vastly more merciful God, who treats His children with fairness, and opens the gates of salvation to all who accept and follow Jesus Christ, including those who lived and died before Christ was born. He explores how doctrines related to the fairness of God can be found in the Book of Mormon, particularly in 2 Nephi, and provides insight on the universal scope of the atonement.
Trevor Holyoak reviews the latest volume of The Joseph Smith Papers, which covers the first four and a half months of 1844 and includes letters mostly to and from Joseph Smith, discourses, a revelation, a poem he wrote in an autograph book, and all known versions of the King Follett Discourse, among other documents, and notes how helpful the thorough notes and supplementary material are in contextualizing and understanding the documents. read more here.
mdavidhuston reflects on the discovery of 'atonement theory' and how it has expanded his understanding of the Atonement of Jesus. He calls the understanding of Jesus’ atoning work as a simple concept where being mortal meant that one was going to sin, resulting in necessary punishment, which Jesus took on to enable forgiveness, the “orthodox” view of atonement, which provides only one of the many ways atonement theory can be comprehended by Christians. He argues that the various ways of comprehending Jesus’ work of atoning can impact how Christians view and connect with the world around us. read more here.
The Back Pain Consortium Research Program, created by the NIH to find effective therapies for chronic low back pain, has tapped BYU, which is running clinical trials to find similarities between people for whom the same treatment is the most effective, developing a s system to prescribe patient-specific back pain remedies like doctors would prescribe medication, along with other key institutions in the program, to identify optimal treatment plans that can be shared among clinics and physical therapists, eliminating the current trial and error patients must go through, focusing on treatments including the medication Duloxetine, physical therapy, cognitive behavioral therapy, and enhanced self-care, with a multidisciplinary group of BYU researchers and students, working to collect data on both biopsychosocial well-being and spinal motion, including offering a prescription-like system for chronic low back pain that uses wearable nanocomposite sensors and AI to create a “Phenotype-Driven Perscription” individually tailored to each patient's needs. read more here.
The Leading Saints podcast rebroadcasts an interview with Brent Daines and Jason Coombs about Daines' ministering to Coombs during his struggle with addiction, including how Daines saw him as Christ would see him, and how Coombs eventually became able to change. read more here.
The Interpreter Foundation posts an article titled "Conference Talks: 'A theory! A theory! We have already got a theory, and there cannot be any more theories!'", which discusses the three common views regarding the translation of the Book of Mormon that are still held by some. Read more here.
The Interpreter Foundation shares a post titled "Conference Talks: 'A theory! A theory! We have already got a theory, and there cannot be any more theories!'" discussing three common theories regarding the translation of the Book of Mormon and their flaws. Read more here.

Long story short, about a month ago I got my Nexplanon implant removed and was planning on getting a copper IUD after letting my body come off of the hormones for a while. The night before last, my boyfriend and I decided to put our trust into a condom and had sex. Didn't even last fifteen minutes and the condom broke. Totally unaware, he finished inside me. We got Plan B the very next day so I took it within the first 24 hours. But that hasn't put my mind at ease. Just to be extra safe, I wanted to get an emergency IUD inserted. I checked online and NONE of the Planned Parenthoods near me have any open appointments within a five day window, which is the window I would need to get it in for it to prevent pregnancy. I checked with my regular clinic and they're closed all week. I checked with an OBGYN clinic here and they said they're not accepting new patients. What the heck. I would have thought Planned Parenthood would be able to get me in almost immediately since they have "Emergency contraception" as an option on their website..
So now I have to put my trust into Plan B alone. I'm terrified it won't work.

Left a bag on my coffee table while going to the bathrooms. Came back to them spilled all over the floor and my 6mo puppy having a feast.
I know they have a lot of salt and onion powder. Should I take her to the vet?
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So my mum has been staying over and she had some essential oils that the cat knocked over. Only around 5 drops came out and I ran and picked her up. I washed her with water because I’m out of cat shampoo. Will she be ok? I’m not sure what breed she is but she’s mostly white with black splodges and she’s round 1 year old. Not on any medication or anything
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I’ve been trying to figure out what’s going on with my body for a few years. Joint pain and redness in my hands, wrists, and feet, Raynaud’s (more recently, didn’t get confirmation from a doctor til today), random multi-week episodes of hives/rash, fatigue, always feeling like I have a fever even if I don’t…
I had been waiting to meet with my PCP in July, but someone suggested I go to urgent care the next time I have symptoms just to get the ball rolling.
I haven’t gotten any results back yet, but I just wanted to give a shout out to the UC I went to - as soon as I finished listing off my symptoms and mentioning that I have Celiac Disease, both the nurse and the doctor gave me a knowing look and explained that when they put my symptoms together, it does sound like it could be something autoimmune. Or it could just be related to the CD. But they said that they wanted to take it seriously and do some blood tests, referred me to a rheumatologist, and gave me a round of steroids to see if they help at all.
I had seen a rheum last year for the same issue but all the blood tests they ran (which were just re-run) were negative. I also wasn’t having any symptoms by the time I could actually go in to see the rheum. I don’t know whether that would make a difference or not, though.
I got more validation in the 20 minutes I was at the clinic than I have in like 15 years with my 3 PCPs over the years. My last PCP shrugged and told me that I probably just got arthritis early (I’m 31F, was 29 at the time) and welcome to aging.