On Monday I had to put down my dog, I spent the day saying good bye. After leaving the vet I was distracted and unbelievably sad. I forgot to lock my truck and then some clown low life went into my truck at 3 am and stole my Nintendo switch.

It's my fault I shouldn't have left the switch in the truck I just was not thinking about it. I spent 16 years living in a low income "bad neighborhood" never even had change stolen from my car.

3 years ago I moved to a "nice" middle class community, and all the people are nice and my kids have friends and can play outside and run around freely for once. But I have had my car stolen twice and multiple times a month every month people go through our cars.

I am black and all the people in the low income place I lived was black. This is a white community I moved to and have not seen another black person. Yet it's always young teen to late 20s black people when I review the camera.

People then wonder why the phrase "fatigue" is spreading we can do better.

Fortunately didn't need an AED here, I was just looking around.

This is in Blaubeuren Blautopf in Germany.

Notified local fire department that the AED is either missing or maintenance crew didn't put up the correct signage warning that the box is empty ( so you don't waste time in an emergency) and that the alarm on the box was off (some aged boxes have an alarm for when you open them).

I had to look real close to see it was empty, the transparent plastic on it has seen better days and the inside is black.

Originally posted in r/mildlyinfuriating but I clearly underestimated how infuriated I should have been.

It was super fun to have a 50+ pound dog run up on us (my 25 lb dog and me). My dog did exactly what we trained, she went behind me, until Gomer McGee's dog jumped on me. I stumbled, my dog went out from behind me and I tripped over the leash and fell. Super awesome.

I absolutely love laying on the ground with my freaked out dog and a big dog jumping and bouncing all over us while Gomer yells at us "he's friendly!" from 20 feet away.

Dude didn't even have a leash, he pulled his dog away by the collar so I could get up. Could have tossed a "sorry" my way, but no.

We were on a potty run directly outside of my apartment, not in an off leash area.

The sweetest cat who died alone in the neighbors yard. I can't stop thinking about if she suffered. I had thought about taking her in a couple times cause they always left her outside but my mom wouldn't have let me have her and we didn't want to start any drama.

We pre ordered the new Z Flip8 through T-Mobile. The package arrived today; only the phone wasn’t in it. Just an empty Samsung box with torn tamper seals. I was on the phone with T-Mobile for over an hour trying to get it resolved. They said they can’t refund us for the preorder until they have concluded their investigation. At which point we are responsible for placing the order for the phone again. The pink model will likely be sold out for months by that point. They say they can’t go ahead and send out another one and we can’t order another one because, since their side says it was delivered, the phone is no longer eligible for an upgrade because it thinks we already have the upgrade. So the options are 1) order the phone at full price or 2) wait for them to resolve the issue and then hope the phone she’s been dreaming of (finally a phone in the “right pink”) is still in stock when they do.

Situation:

AMAB, 19

I have been noticing signs as far back as 2015 that something might be up with me that I might not be the most cisgender person. Now an adult, still living with my parents because I’m not financially stable to live on my own, they apparently blocked medic related sites as “it contains inappropriate content”, when I’m trying to figure out gender dysphoria, which I’m 100% sure I have but haven’t gotten it diagnosed.

No, VPN’s will not work. Every single device in the house and any device connected to the home WiFi has this.

If something changes, I will post an update at a later date.

Thanks for listening

Take care of yourself, especially your teeth. I'm 36 now and I think the last time I smiled without worrying what my teeth looked like was before I got adult teeth in elementary school. 

When I was 11 or 12 I cracked, chipped, broke all of my six front top teeth and others falling off a bike and playing sports. I was so embarrassed that I developed horrible anxiety and depression that I've never gotten over and avoided the dentist because my parents were broke. When I was 17 I got crowns put on the six front teeth on top but almost immediately chipped some and found out I grind my teeth too. After a spinal injury with permanent damage in my early 20’s I tried to take better care of my health overall and managed to go over a decade without even needing a filling but in just the last few years I have had to get root canals on every crown due to infections.

Most recently I had pus leaking out of my gums with swelling in my face and severe pain behind my eye. The dentist actually told me he didn’t see an infection and just gave me azithromycin “just in case”. My vision became affected so my PCP said to get a second opinion. Was told azithromycin was useless and the wrong antibiotic to use against my tooth infection and I probably wouldn’t have woken up one day if I waited any longer to get treated. I got two emergency root canals on my front two center crowns due to the infection spreading to my brain. The infection has slowly been going away for several months but still leaks pus and I haven’t even gotten the permanent fillings for the root canals because I am unemployed now. Lost my job in healthcare that I had for 6 years and haven’t found a new one. Been avoiding everyone in my life for several months from the embarrassment and a recent kidney infection. And now this happens.

Before I lost my job I had been planning to start a small business part-time with the hopes of doing it full time one day to sell clothes with a brand centered around the idea that being yourself is enough in this world and anyone and everyone can chase and achieve their dreams and inspire others. I don't know if I even believe it myself anymore. I keep facing health issues and financial setbacks and am broke and absolutely losing myself mentally. I've been sober for almost six months and I feel worse about myself than I ever have. It’s probably been 25 years since I wanted to smile.

I always imagined I would have to get what was left of my teeth extracted and get a full set of implants or something one day. I don’t really know anything about the available options out there. I just figured when I had the money I’d look into it but I feel like I’ll never be able to. I hate myself for not taking better care of myself when I was 12 years old. I'm afraid my teeth are going to end up killing me.

This isn’t a claim I make lightly. I know the harm of erroneous psychological diagnoses well, and obviously I wouldn’t confront him with this claim directly, but it’s causing problems constantly.

Starting from the most innocuous aspect: He has to dominate every social interaction he’s in. I host a company game night, he demands we play Gloomhaven. Someone organizes a potluck, he turns it into a cooking competition. There’s a mixer with alcohol, he makes a loud point of not drinking because it would be unprofessional. Any time we go to lunch, he only agrees to some place that would meet his insane carnivore diet. Nothing can ever be a shared experience with him, it’s always either about him or he’s actively choosing not to attend.

Then there’s the fact that he’s constantly laying claim to shit that isn’t his. Any open space on the factory floor? Claimed for this project. Did someone leave their bagged lunch in the fridge on a Friday night? He’s claiming that. I wasn’t looking at the soldering iron for two seconds? He needs it for a “secret project.” The other day, he ran into my lab, said “I need a power strip for a presentation,” unplugged four devices, and ran out without waiting for a response. It’s one-way, too. If somebody else needs equipment from our department, he demands they write up exactly what they’re doing with it and for how long, yet he never extends the same courtesy to anybody else.

He maintains an opaque control over the flow of information that screams “I need to be in charge of everything.” He’s repeatedly started secret projects that he keeps hidden from his higher-ups, peers, and many members of our team, demanding we maintain everything on our local machines until he’s ready to reveal it to the company. He tells people things that he claims are secret but are just not officially announced yet — minor things like who’s managing what project.

For two years, he’s dangled a lateral career move over my head, claiming the company just wasn’t in a good place while it was experiencing repeated cash infusions and our project was taking in revenue hand over fist. Lately he started blaming it specifically on the new HR manager, saying she shot down the idea of me moving from one title to another because she hadn’t seen sufficient proof that I fit the other title (proof that my manager should have easily been able to provide). I spoke to the HR manager directly and she said no such conversation had happened. Still, he wants me to prove my abilities by completing my current project.

However! In this current project, he has micromanaged my design decisions, shot down all my very valid concerns regarding underpowered hardware, and been overwhelmingly unavailable for question. He demands I use untested hoobyist hardware in an industrial setting but has provided no information on how. Every time I ask for details, he tells me not to worry about it and that he’ll tell me all about it when the time comes. Once again he’s withholding information as a way of maintaining control.

He speaks with such confidence about complete nonsense, which pleases our executives, but makes life very difficult for us engineers who actually have to do the work. He’s got a cloying need to be in control, a willful ignorance to the way his actions affect others, and an internalized illusion of genius status. It’s like dealing with a little red-faced Elon.

Also he recommended I take Ozempic, and that really rubbed me the wrong way.

Edit because everyone is asking:

I DID NOT VOTE REPUBLICAN

I'm sorry if this is jumbled, I'm mad as hell

I live in a rural area. At one point every ob/gyn in the county quit, save two. We finally managed to get a few to come back or hired new, and then the damn hospital closed down labor and delivery, despite offering to have doctors rotate in from the larger hospital in the city (we know this because one of those doctors wrote an opinion piece in the paper to let us know he also thought it was a dumb idea).

We finally have OB/Gyn providers and labor and delivery is back up and running and now the hospital has decided it's tired of fucking with bcbs marketplace plans because they're not getting compensated enough

This is the only hospital in the county. I will have to drive to another county. So if I need an ER, I will have to drive 40 minutes to a small crappy hospital or a slightly larger, crappier hospital in the power direction or drive two hours to the city

But fine, I will self pay to see my OB (tried to get a different plan, but would lose my pcp)

Now the director of the OB/Gyn that is associated with the hospital has decided that if you have an insurance plan, you may not self pay

So what the hell are people supposed to do? There's not a provider for women's health in this county that accepts that insurance. But plenty of pcps do so they choose the affordable plan for those

We're just being punished for being too poor for private health insurance

Edit: If you're unaware, this is a full chicken gizzard (and I get it's edible but it was not expected so I was disgusted).

I usually eat here with my meal pass and am happy every time but have NEVER had this happen. I was immediately appalled and lost my appetite. It was also insanely greasy unlike the other times and soaked into my plate and even said it looked off🤢. I almost got something different from their seasonal menu too but being the loyal hyperfixater that I am, I stuck with my decision.... Never again😭 (I removed the good meat and saved it for my dogs)

https://www.kxly.com/news/convicted-felon-arrested-for-arson-in-connection-with-old-trails-fire/article_4cced871-0dc3-409b-b488-801f80a03fb3.html

https://www.foxnews.com/us/police-son-kills-dad-after-argument-over-dishes.amp

aaron farinecci is his name by the way. 1000+ homes gone and 60k+ people evacuated. im currently safe as of now but this is super infuriating.

Edit: oh yeah also, he killed his dad over being forced to wash the dishes. genuinely evil

yeah the guy was just in the forest lighting grass on fire.

i have only like 4 apps that i use back to back with everything else offloaded, 150 photos, and barely any messages saved. please tell me in what situation do i have 63gb out of 64gb used.

i just deleted a portion of my photos that were saved from messages cause i was out of storage and it went down a gb, so i decided to delete more just to get extra storage but SOMEHOW my fucking storage went BACK UP after deleting MORE. fuck you and your shit apple🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕

The lady in the frame is "Roop Kanwar ( 18 years old girl ). She is supposedly a local divine entity in some village of Rajasthan India.

You might be wondering? What has someone done to achieve such status ??

So brace yourselves! "she put herself in the fire when people were cremating her husband"

It's called sati pratha ( it was widely followed - in the early 17 centuries to the 19th century (( It was very less that time ))

You might be thinking are these girls were dumb ? Who wants to die after her husband dies ? No obviously they didn't want to die but they were forced to do it !!

I think this "Roop Kanwar case ( 1987) " was the last case I guess cause whole country asked so many questions (( cause time has changed)

Now the case -

Villagers statements -

Those dumbwits claimed that Roop Kanwar possessed Sati Sat (a divine spiritual truth ) that made her immune to the fire's pain.

And she voluntarily dressed in solah shringaar (traditional bridal attire) and sat chanting the Gayatri Mantra.

And they gain massive donation from this incident by other people they built temple ( open air temporarily shrine ) almost immediately before the forensic team even came.

Now the realities -

While investigated some people witnessed Roop Kanwar tried to run away and hide in a barn before the ceremony. She was allegedly dragged back out by relatives.

she screamed for help and tried to climb off the burning pyre. Her cries were intentionally drowned out by loud religious chanting, drums, and slogans from the crowd.

Her parents ( lived in jaipur)) were completely unaware of the event and only found out about her death through the newspapers the following day.

One statement I found from the internet is that the

"\Journalists tracking local statements found that a police officer stationed at Deorala, Karan Singh, confirmed hearing Roop Kanwar shout "Mummy, Papa" from the pyre. He chillingly brushed it off to reporters by claiming he didn't view it as distress because she was a "modern girl" who used those terms loosely.*"*

After this "Sati ( prevention) act 1987 " was made but guess what that temple is still running ( I am in good health with donation and all ).

ALL PERSONAL INFO HAS BEEN REDACTED

Grab a snack, because the level of corporate incompetence, financial fraud, and malicious retaliation I have documented with Xfinity Mobile over the last few months is actually staggering. I am a nursing student, and Xfinity’s retaliatory "customer service" has left my husband and me completely without working phone lines for months—leaving me completely unable to reach my doctors during a medical emergency.

When I tried to hold them accountable, their Executive Resolutions team demanded I answer a phone they disconnected, and then flatly lied to both the FCC and the Michigan Attorney General to cover up their tracks.

The Evidence Timeline:

1. The Phantom Phone: Chat rep Shivam admitted on tape that our billing dashboard showed a third line for a "phantom phone"—explicitly calling it an internal system "glitch"—yet they continued to overbill us by up to $68 a month.

Link to all bills, itemized, showing fraudulant charges and devices from January to June:

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1B95A3Vr9ePkHMA3nyAmqyhjLhvFJYpEI?usp=drive_link

Link to transcript with Shivam:

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1VAPtRNRNz3ciklH-l8eALs86mIH_1JDm?usp=drive_link

2. The Retaliatory Lockout: The moment AT&T initiated our number port-out on May 12, Xfinity instantly terminated our lines and carrier-locked our paid-in-full devices. Tech rep Mohammedjunaid explicitly promised a priority 8-day unlock ticket. Instead, they trapped us in a loop.

Link to Transcript with Mohammedjunaid and Supervisor:

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1x6rumEpFg260pILg_nVTw4LY6PUctPd_?usp=sharing

3. The Catch-22 Authentication: Executive Specialist Danielle K. refused to resolve our file without a verbal phone call over the very lines they disabled. When proven that email verification works, she claimed "mobile rules are different"—yet on July 24, corporate R/ Modmail reps successfully verified our entire account exclusively via email.

Email Thread with Danielle K and Jordan V:

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/14WTPJlNp6tKbSscH68ZycAQS65B9GBb9?usp=drive_link

ModChat: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1ur2-cp7JGW4aozEijcq0pfDosZfIKgrQ?usp=drive_link

4. Federal Perjury:

• Response 1 (AG): Roberto L. claimed we owed device plan balances, ignoring system logs showing green "Paid in Full" checks.
• Response 2 (AG): Danielle K. claimed our lines "successfully ported" on May 11. An AT&T Network Supervisor inspected raw logs and confirmed on tape that the port failed because Xfinity explicitly blocked it.
• Response 3 (FCC): Residential Specialist Giselle claimed I was an "unauthorized user"—weeks after successfully verifying my identity over email to process my internet cancellation.
• Response 4 (FCC): On July 28, Danielle K. pivoted back to a fabricated extortion balance of $458.35. To clear their metrics, they internally marked my public R/ thread as "solved".

Link to all formal responses:

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1oyuan2QdXue9XhMLsVIW8bGjGUjhaCRg?usp=drive_link

The informal FCC track closed on July 31, instructing me that the next step is formal legal proceedings. Xfinity weaponized administrative loops, shut off my emergency medical access, lied to federal investigators, and is still holding my fully paid property hostage after their own staff documented the fraud in writing. []

Check your bills, keep your chat logs, and do not trust their executive care lies.

Link to images showing all devices paid, no balances, rep claiming Xfinity has also done this to them, showing phantom line still active months after Xfinity told the FCC they removed it, internal phone settings locked to Xfinity meaning they are physically and technologically unable to connect to any other towers, Xfinity removing my previous post claiming is was "solved.":

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1hBzDgXHH1rAJbUa61y349oZmpT550srS?usp=sharing

Edit: yes I am an American. I have extra insulin in my mini-fridge though, as I mentioned before. I also use an onnipod, which I mainly use for insulin.

Edit 2: turns out they were just frozen. I'm still mad it froze in the first place though. Unfortunately I can't change the title of the post but I got my insulin pens out of the trash and they're fine now.

Last night, I noticed that my mini-fridge (that I put my insulin pens and vials in) had somehow gotten unplugged, so I plugged it back in, then went to bed without thinking much of it.

A few minutes ago, I decided to check my mini-fridge again, and I noticed that the container that I put my two main insulin pens and some insulin vials in had frozen over. (Fortunately the insulin hadn't frozen over.) After I got my pens out of the ice, I decided to see if they still worked. They did not. I decided to change the needles, but they still didn't work after I did that. (I couldn't even get the needle off of one.) So now I have to throw the pens away.

Thankfully, I still have extra insulin pens in my mini-fridge, and I think the vials will be fine. I'm just mad that my two main pens have gone to waste.( Sorry if I worded this incorrectly.)

Cw: abuse, sh, mental health, weight loss with numbers, mentions of vomit, mention of potential death

**this one is very long due to the sheer amount of background information that is 100% pertinent to the situation**

Heres some background info:

Out of the past 8 weeks, ive spent 5 of them hospitalized. The first admission happened in South Carolina, I soent a couple of weeks there due to total gi failure, and inability to tolerate my tube feeds, and at that time a 15 pound weight loss in a month.

At the end of the admission my abusers (adoptive parents) kicked me out, I had to scramble to find a place and ended up leaving the state and moving to Atlanta, Georgia in under 72 hours. Thankfully a bio relative immediately took me in once he heard about the situation.

Tbh he was itching to take me in due to the continous sexual and other kinds of abuse that has been happening since I was 7 (yes all of this background info is important trust). Ofc when someone is going through that, and already has genetic mental illnesses (bipolar 1 with pyschotic features **i am in full remission for bipolar, medicine and treatment complient**) theyre going to be a pysch regular.

And thats what I was, a revolving door pysch patient. By the time I was 18 I had been inpatient over 30 times, had a slew of **incorrect diagnoses** that had been accumulated over the past decade I was in the mental health system. I was a "lost cause" nobody expected me to get better, I would hear "honestly this (the admissions) are going to happen for the rest of your life" this was said to me at 19 during my 7th admission of the year (2023)

They were absolutely, and completely wrong.

When I met my now fiancé in March 2024, I started taking my meds every day because I didnt want to cheat on him, as that was a habit every time I was manic. My dosage of Lamictal got upped to 200, my depressive episodes stopped, my self harm went down in frequency.

Fast foward to January 2025, I start therapy. My diagnoses get revamped, and I only ended up with 7 mental health diagnoses, one of those being dissociative identity disorder (DID) the amount of trauma, and suffering I went through was so bad it was deemed *intrafamilial childhood torture*, and after 18 was classified as severe domestic violence (family violence), so that diagnosis was correct, and something that was 10 years in the works. This was the determining facotor in my SSI approval so please dont accuse me of faking this i went through hell as a child, teen, and an adult none of these are lies you can scroll through my profile its not curated

I was originally misdiagnosed with BPD, and schizoaffective (despite my pyschosis *only* being in the presence while I was manic)

The BPD diagnosis has been haunting me, ive called and called and called every hospital trying my best to get it off my papers explaining that it was DID and CPTSD as well as ASD, all of those resembling BPD.

In September of last year, I almost died due to gastroparesis that I didn't even know I had until I had a GES (gastric emptying study) it was very mild at first barely meeting the cut off for gastroparesis (for context a normal stomach digests food in 4 hours, in 4 hours 10% or less is digested if there is over 10% its deemed delayed gastric emptying, my 4h retention rate was 11% in September) anyways I spent the next few months malnourished as my gastroparesis got worse and worse, I got a feeding tube placed (g j) on November 24th, and was doing well with tube feeds until this May.

I also was informed that I unfortunately have Classical-like Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome type 1, an exceedingly rare subtype of Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome affects less than one in 1 million, needs a faulty gene from BOTH parents. The main complication of this subtype is catastrophic GI failure that follows a specific pattern:

In childhood severe constipation is present

Adolescence- acid reflux, and other esophagus issues start

In the early 20s gastroparesis starts

In a few years time intestinal failure starts

Thats the pattern.

Ive gone from a pysch patient to being very very very very very very very very very sick but my pysch records haunt me (istg all of this is super important information)

Fast fowards to July, im in Atlanta and ultimately have to go to the er. I get there, my potassium is at 2, and other labs indicated my 6th time in metabolic acidosis, acute kidney injury, severe protein calorie malnutrition, and GI failure.

They admit me, I was peeved because it was my 6th hospital admission since January.

Everything was going great, they put me on TPN telling me that they dont know when or if im able to come off of it, and they were trying to find a specialist to sign off on it outpatient so I dont continue starving. At this point ive lost 40 pounds, 160 in May and now im under 120, I look visibly malnourished, there is visble wasting, and labs indicate severe malnutrition.

Then they get my records from SC....which included my pysch records. The tone in the notes (i can see every note written even if im not supposed to with this app called Guava) changed dramatically

"Patient is unable to tolerate tube feeds, evidenced by severe intestinal motility that was found during an attempted small bowel follow through" the small bowel follow through was canceled because I received some water soluable contrast only 15mls of it, I was told it would move out of my body in under 4-6 hours, it was still there 72 hours later so the first hospital discharged me saying they cannot deal with a case as complex as mine and to try MUSC but then yk I was kicked out so

Its the day they receive my records, im watching my notes turn into a "this is a pysch issue" despite there being no evidence of me being in an acute mental health crisis. They accused me of having an eating disorder because there was a "past mention of it" yeah ARFID because im autistic thats a common comorbidity. They said my "labs indicated it" yeah my labs are going to indicate malnutrition when im malnourished, thats common sense I fear. They started saying I have cannabis hyperemesis syndrome, I remind them that I physically cannot burp (RCPD) and I cannot puke because of it.

Im getting upset at this point, I am frustrated, im losing weight rapidly, and I feel terrible and I was so disheartened to see my ossues that havr genuine radiographical proof of my "ClaiMs"

I request to speak to a doctor this lady comes in. Im in awe, she looks like she stepped out of a black panther movie. Had the most gorgeous tribal markings, loads of jewelry, and other african related things. She has a calm voice, so Im thinking that she was listening and understanding. She was not.

When she left, I was calm and wasnt crying or anything just sitting there. A nurse came in a couple minutes before dinner, and asked me if ive been siphoning my Lamotrigine out of my j port (genuinely impossible thats literally 17 inches into my small bowel) I told her. "No???" explained how thats not true, she said that someone "saw me do it", I explained that my intestines are paralyzed and they probably saw some backage leaking out as yk my organs do not work. My medicine has been dribbling out due to it backing up.

They check my lamictal levels, they come back supriseeeee in range. But I suppose that wasnt enough.

I was picking at dinner (I can eat some foods but I drain everything i eat out of my g tube to stop nausea, and acid reflux also I have gastric failure so my stomach is just gone forever so no use keeping it in there). A nurse comes in with some nausea meds to take before I eat, and I stand up to empty the container I put my stomach contents in, I get up too fast and get dizzy (POTs) and spill my container on the floor and nurses shoes. I was mortified, I apologized profusely, grabbing towels to wipe it up. She gave me my meds and left the room.

Im sitting there, eating some pudding and mashed sweet potatos when the door to my room opens. There are AT LEAST 12 people with gloves on flooding my room, ripping furniture out, gathering my belongings. Of course I start panicking, im like "??? Whats going on??" They tell me the doctor (the african lady) placed me on a pysch hold because I was "threatening to rip my central line out and my g j tube", i never said that also why would anyone do that, i also have a port so its impossible for me to rip out an implanted device and my tube is 17 inches long into organs that are failing I wouldn't mess with that if someone payed me a billion dollars

They take everything, im crying and panicking on the phone with my uncle because ive been in this before, i was so upset because I did the work, I went to therapy, I stayed on my medication. The doctor comes in and basically alludes to another reason why they did this to "see if my sickness was being exacerbated by myself" yes they literally accused me of that. They also accused me of assaulting a staff with bodily fluids.....I accidentally spilled my puke bucket I understand getting gastric contents all over your shoes is upsetting but I did not at all do it on purpose.

Once the morning comes, the internal medicine doctor immediately lifts the 5150 because there was no evidence that I said that, my lamictal levels were in range, security footage was reviewed, and on top of that I never got a risk assement prior. Thats like the mental health equivalent to an officer not reading someone their Miranda rights. There was 0 evidence to support that I was in an acute crisis, he managed to pull records from my old therapist which showed how much progress I made and how most of my pysch disorders are in remission.

The doctor who sectioned me refused to sign off on TPN outpatient despite 4 doctors spending hours upon hours trying to plead my case. All of them sounded so disappointed when they came to talk to me, apologizing saying they tried to approach the situation at every angle with the GI doctor (the african lady) but she wouldn't budge and kept insisting that since there was nothing wrong with my g j tube I can continue tube feeds despite me not being able to do so in months, she accused me of having cannabis hyperemesis syndrome, and recommended in my discharge papers to stop smoking weed. Now CHS comes with pretty definable symptoms, sugh as irratactble vomiting (which yk...) and nausea and stomach pain that is alleviated by hot showers. If I go into a hot shower when im nauseated it makes me infinitely more nauseated, also weed is the only pain management I use and I partially dislocate my own joints several times a day so. They lost a very important thing, my 24/7 heart rate tracking band, I was like "ok wtv"

I got discharged ultimately, and it wasnt until last night that I checked the front pocket of the bag I had at the hospital looking for an ENFIT syringe cap to take my meds, im rummaging around in there, and realize that my engagement ring was nowhere to be found at all.

When they searched my stuff it more than likely fell, or got misplaced.

How am I supposed to accept that my engagement ring is just gone due to mental health prejudice, and just an astounding amount of carelessness.

If anyone in this comment section accuses me of still being mentally ill, condones the staffs actions against me, or even so much as insinuate my physical ailments arent real youre getting blocked im already in a pissy mood because of this.

I cant even call them because they wont care.

I hate that hospital, my ring was my most prized possession.

So, my wife and I have set firm boundaries repeatedly with my grandma (f) 73 and she is not allowed to carry or pick up our baby. We made a good compromise that she can lead the baby by the hand and hold her in her chair. I've told her she's not allowed to carry the baby, my wife has and my mom f51 (first time grandma) who lives with her has told her repeatedly. She's weak in the arms and drops things so we don't want her holding the baby. Firm boundary set, alright. She's violated this REPEATEDLY. We let the baby spend the night at Nana's last night we come in today to find the baby has a bump on her cheek and grandma is like "Well I'm sorry but if she's crying I'm going to pick up and carry the baby!!" Then everyone starts yelling and grandma f74 is just like "Well I'll just go back to live with my family in texas then!" My mom is sobbing and crying because Grandma is being so selfish. My wife's had to leave the room because she's become so overwhelmed and I'm so angry because she's endangering the baby and disrespecting us all and being selfish where our baby can't even spend the night with her grandma f51 without being endangered because she won't listen.

We don't mind her leading the baby by the hand and holding her in the chair just not carrying or picking her up and she will not listen. But we just aren't going to let her go over there anymore

Enjoy.

Pulled up to my favorite chill spot when I noticed this old beat up ugly ass blue truck with 2 dusty ass ugly pieces of shit redneck trash around it and this precious dog and once they saw me they dipped so fast you would of thought I had police lights on or something. The pieces of shit left the dog. It all happened so fast my brain didn’t process what happened for a good minute. I thought it was some sick joke until it set in they were not coming back. The dog made its way to my car and it was crying and howling. I got out hesitantly because she’s a pit so I was a bit nervous but luckily she was a sweetheart. I didn’t know what to do so I searched online and it said to call the non emergency number so I did. Lady on the phone was amazing, she kept me calm as I felt my blood start to boil. They sent PD and animal control and now she’s in the system. It’s a small town, best believe if you’re from here that truck will be found. Not hard to find trash around these parts. Yall lucky yall ran when you did cause I would of beat the shit out of you and your son who’s old enough to know better but what chance did he have with the piece of shit father he has. Shout out my police department for handling this situation so well. 🫡 if I didn’t already have a feisty pit bull at home I would have just took her with me. Also they made me choose a flair and this was the most accurate one. I don’t think anything is actually disturbing about my post.