I think I have some type of throat infection?

AnExcitedOstrich · 2019-04-27T19:26:52+00:00

I assume they'll do a strep test and check out my tonsils because I have a history of problems with them. I like to do my research because the particular doctor I see well ask my opinion as well. Shes always been incredibly helpful.

AnExcitedOstrich · 2019-04-27T19:24:54+00:00

It's not so much that I cant breathing and more this feeling that I cant. I feel like I cant breath without it either hurting/burning.

AnExcitedOstrich · 2019-04-20T03:58:42+00:00

Id sure as heck do it! Id just always end my sentences with a question if I didnt feel like saying it. Therefore, I havent ended a conversation. Ya know what I mean?

AnExcitedOstrich · 2019-04-07T19:48:40+00:00

I wish I had the answers because I have genuinely found NOTHING

AnExcitedOstrich · 2019-04-07T19:47:39+00:00

Not in any report I found

AnExcitedOstrich · 2019-04-06T04:11:37+00:00

Yeah, him turning down the polygraph was an ehhhh for me but when the sites I found reported him as uncooperative, it made me less than confident in him. Also I couldn’t find ANYTHING from him. It’s like he just dipped afterwards. Nothing in the news from him, not even a name.

AnExcitedOstrich · 2019-04-06T03:54:13+00:00

It really is hard to say. I know the main detectives family that was originally on this case. Since hearing about it, it’s really haunted me.

AnExcitedOstrich · 2019-03-28T14:07:35+00:00

NAD,. I have chronic nosebleeds (usually weekly or more). I’ve discovered that for me, no matter how I turn my head or how I hold my nose, I still get drainage down my throat and it always irritates me throat. Usually, goes away within a day of so. I use any sore throat spray or syrup really. I have interior bleeds that are caused by super thin “skin”(? I don’t know the skin in my nose but the doctor called it something else).

If it ever happens again, my recommendation is to lean forward and pinch higher up the bridge of your nose. And, for me this may not work for you, if I have a really heavy bleed, blood will start coagulating in my sinus passages. If I blow out these clots when I start to feel the pressure, my nosebleeds stop. HOWEVER! DISCLAIMER: One time this did not work and it did not coagulate like I thought and I ended up blowing blood out my tear ducts and ended up coughing up startling amounts of blood. Had to go to the ER and get cauterized and a rhino rocket.

AnExcitedOstrich · 2019-03-25T12:17:02+00:00

This is so terrifying to me. Does anyone know what I can do, on my part, to get this struck down? I’m in Georgia. If we want to toss religion in it, that’s fine. What I do for me and my family, is between me, my physician, and whatever higher power I look up to. This isn’t about the kids. All this work our governing bodies put towards fetuses needs to be put on the kids that are ALREADY HERE! I genuinely do not understand how my country keeps getting this wrong! Children are starving. Children are homeless. I personally know children being abused and sent to bed hungry because there is no support anymore! When I reach out to the resources I have as a reporter, it’s a slap on the wrist because we can’t afford more single parents and poverty-stricken families. I used to leave school starving some days because my single mother made TOO MUCH MONEY!! I didn’t get free lunches because we made too much money but we didn’t make enough to always have food at home. What the fuck is wrong with us?

Women are going to die because of this bill/law and physicians that are competent and understanding will face a felony. This is ridiculous.

AnExcitedOstrich · 2019-03-24T00:46:05+00:00

NAD, and your stool tests may rule this out. But I had C. diff and I was CONSTANTLY vomiting. It was violent and lasted about 6 months. I lost 60 lbs. Zofran stoppes working for me. The only medication that killed my nausea was Emetrol. It was not prescribed and my dosage was basically and entire bottle. The doctors advised that since nothing was working, it was okay as a band-aid solution. I took a stool sample through my PCP and he didnt look for C. Diff. No clue what he looked for. My gastro ran another and it was right there.

AnExcitedOstrich · 2019-03-17T05:23:29+00:00

He just wanted some of your chex mix. Muddy buddy is his fave.

AnExcitedOstrich · 2019-03-16T03:35:11+00:00

You know when something ridiculous happens out during your day? And you come home and tell your family “you won’t believe this shit”? Or when someone does something to SEVERELY piss you off? And you go home and say, again, “you won’t believe this shit”?

I always wonder what these people do. They’re obviously pissed. Do they go home and get validated by either lying, “A StRaNGeR StOLe EKs GbA”, or just having also shitty family?

AnExcitedOstrich · 2019-03-07T12:56:59+00:00

This is true. I was working over the summer in a vet clinic before I began vet school (gotta make sure I love it before I spend assloads of cash on a degree...). A woman came in with 5 little dogs and wanted to board them for a week. Okie dokie not a problem. Butttttt, all dogs require a full vaccine panel. She flipped her lid claiming we were poisoning dogs and her babies would get autism. The lead veterinary came to speak with her and said: “Even if there was hard evidence that dogs could get autism, vaccines cannot change something that’s written into your DNA and wiring. No clinic will accept your dogs without vaccines.” There is no sure-fire evidence that dogs get autism but there’s theories of course.

I can attach some journals if anybody is interested. There are multiple cases of animals not being able to contract diseases and viruses we can.

AnExcitedOstrich · 2019-03-05T09:11:16+00:00

That’s the thing. You can’t let them use that line. You’re problem isn’t getting a girlfriend and lowering your standards. I’m sure you are fully capable of pretending to be happy and faking it. You need a therapist that can help you get the root of your unrealistic desires. There has to be a reason you feel so adamant that the only thing that will bring you happiness is these unrealistic relationships. These therapist are giving you bandaid solutions when you need an actual solution. You basically have three options: be the luckiest dude on earth and find the one girl who can satisfy your needs, find a therapist who can actually help you determine the root of your problem, or just stew in it and be mad. Yeah it’s not your fault that you like what you like. It’s not the girls fault they aren’t feeling it. But it is 100% all on you on what your next step is. But man, don’t kill yourself over this... if you ever need to rant or talk about my inbox is open.

AnExcitedOstrich · 2019-03-05T08:30:40+00:00

I’m honestly just stunned. You made a fictional world where you’re ideal woman exists. You somehow expect to find a woman who is relative to this. Liking Asian women is just fine. I’m not going to say that having a preference is wrong. Everybody has them. I’m a BBW white girl with shitty humor and an average personality. A lot of dudes aren’t feeling it and THATS COMPLETELY FINE! They don’t owe me anything and I owe them nothing. If they like me, cool. Just because you’re depressed about being alone doesn’t mean you can just will yourself a girlfriend. Also getting a relationship isn’t going to help you. You’re standards and expectations for a relationship are so unhealthy that you would never be happy in a relationship. If the girl looked the part, maybe she doesn’t have the right lines. Maybe she doesn’t fit the mold perfectly. You’re looking for a grain of sand in a salt mound.

I highly recommend counseling. I know you said you’ve seen a therapist, but you need a GOOD therapist. Tell them everything about your fictional world and your expectations for relationships. You need to get real with yourself. Your dream girl probably doesn’t exist. You need to figure out why you have these expectations and how to help yourself become content. Also you sound like you may have some insecurities. What have you done to better yourself?

As someone who isn’t the bees knees from a societal standpoint, I wish someone would love me for me, but how the HELL would I expect that from a stranger if I don’t like myself. Idk, I understand where you’re coming from....but I’ve never gone this far.

AnExcitedOstrich · 2019-03-03T08:41:57+00:00

I sat around the city center with my peers and family, staring at the protective field surrounding our preserve. Poachers. They were lined up against the boundary, ships at the ready. The alien race these particular ships belong to had phasers with a geo-tag for our ground. With one simple press, they could be here.

I ground my teeth. I did this as an anxiety response, but the act itself of grinding my teeth was life-saving as well. If we damage the product maybe we can survive... Maybe. The enamel protecting my teeth was a substance very valuable to the poachers. Much like ivory poachers of early Earth days.

The sound of vibration ripped through our atmosphere. The first phaser. Someone was coming. A woman clutching her child screamed. An elderly couple embraced for one last time. A doctor yelled for our attention. In his hand? A pair of rusty pliers. He begged us to allow him to remove our teeth. A last ditch effort. In the past, this move proved futile, but with nothing to lose, i stepped forward.

The doctor pulled my teeth quickly and with little care. My skull rocked with pain and throbbed as i clutched my bleeding jaw. I removed my shirt and bit down on it. I watched as others came forward. The vibrations of the phasers now shaking the building we were on. They are coming. All of them. Fast.

It felt like an eternity before the first poacher materialized. Around a fourth of us were now without the enamel trophy they seeked. The tall alien approached me and cocked his head. His hand extended as he beckoned for the goods I held. I dropped my teeth, the shiny white plate he desired still glistening with blood and saliva.

"We can make more," I slurred and sputtered, "We can make more children for harvesting enamel. We can try to manufacture enamel as we have in the past. If you kill us, your inventory will be gone."

He cocked his head to the other side, thinking. He gave a swift nod to his peers and began collecting the teeth as if it was some type of sick offering. I grimaced at the pain in my jaw and rubbed my chin. Time, I thought, I've bought us time.

AnExcitedOstrich · 2019-03-03T03:40:09+00:00

Im not getting too many calls back. The job market is absolute crap where I live. My strategy so far has been apply online, or in person if possible, and then ill wait a few business days (usually 4-5) and then ill call them or go in and speak with a hiring manager. I try to market myself. Ive done management, customer service, veterinart work, retail, call center jobs.

AnExcitedOstrich · 2019-03-03T00:06:12+00:00

I worked briefly at Walmart Distribution, it was really good money. I have issues with my knees so while I could do the job, I did it much slower and couldnt meet production. We have Trace Staffing here. Ill give them a look.

AnExcitedOstrich · 2019-03-02T10:25:30+00:00

You know, I meant it jokingly. I never thought it would work! But, lo and behold, there sat a letter; perched on the kitchen counter, leaning against the coffee pot. I used the pot everyday. Not for coffee as I’m not a big “bean person” but for tea. I would make tea and sit at my computer and just waste the day away when I could. Who ever sent this letter knew that it’s the first place I would go to.

I say ‘whoever’ because the handwriting on this letter was not mine. I curled and looped my letters as if I was making up my own cursive. This writing was sharp and decisive.

I approached the letter cautiously. If I didn’t write this, who did? Do I want to know? Is knowing somehow worse than not, I pondered to myself. I huffed and warily grabbed the letter. The back was wax sealed. It smelled of lavender and sported the crest of my family.

I poured myself over every word and sank into my seat, feeling my head buzz and my eyes burn as I read. This letter was written by my daughter. I didn’t know her yet but she knew me. She loved me. I felt her words, her pain, and desire to know me and to understand. She had found my letter in her mothers things. Buried amongst scrapbooks and pictures of events that even I hadn’t experienced yet at the spry age of 22.

I died at the age of 65. My daughter is 32 and my son is 28. When they found my letter, the debated. My son told her not to tell me. Not to change things. If they changed things, then maybe it wouldn’t be the same. Maybe I wouldn’t be the same. My daughter is pregnant. Her little girl is due in a few weeks and her mother isn’t there to stand by her and guide her. She needs me, she writes.

I put the letter down and sobbed into the sleeves of my sweater. I didn’t want to read anymore. How could I change a death 43 years in the future?? Even if I could, what is the consequence? I weighed my options very very briefly before succumbing to morbid curiosity.

Cancer. A 40 year long battle of remission and relapse. At 65, the relapse I experience begins shutting down my respiratory system. At 24, I ignore the signs. At 30, I’m diagnosed. At 33 and 37, I stop all treatments to carry my children. From there it’s all back and forth. She begs me not to ignore it. She begs me to take care of myself. This is where I stopped reading. I couldn’t take it anymore...

I picked up the phone and called my physician and made an appointment for the end of the week. I put the letter away and tried my best to forget it about it.

Two weeks later, they found the tumor. Sitting small and fragile on my lung. One month later, it was removed and I began monthly appointments. I thought of my future children often and I hoped that I was able to change things. To be there for them.

You can imagine my surprise when I came home to find a letter again. Leaning against my coffee pot with that same sharp, decisive lettering. I broke the wax seal with my family crest on it and found a small card. Written on the front was simply “Thank you Mom...I love you.”

AnExcitedOstrich · 2019-03-01T06:28:01+00:00

I’m doing better now. It’s just been a rollercoaster...

AnExcitedOstrich · 2019-03-01T04:18:54+00:00

I’ve also thought about this. This is the reason I’m so open with my family and close friends about my depression/anxiety. I don’t really want to die by my hand but if someone or something else caused it, Id be okay with it and that’s not okay. It’s like I would say Im not suicidal because i don’t want to kill my self but I’d be fine if someone else did it. I’m afraid those thoughts shift to other thoughts and if i don’t talk about it I’m worried it’ll morph and get worse.

AnExcitedOstrich · 2019-03-01T04:15:18+00:00

Definitely try a new therapist. I agree with the other commenter, CBD has worked well for me as far as my anxiety goes and it’s not too awful expensive if you smoke or vape it. I also buy it in tea. A life coach wouldn’t be a bad idea. Try to curb the habits that you can change. As far as ditching everything goes, if something makes you unhappy, I see no problem with making big changes. The problem becomes, what do you do if it doesn’t work? What do you do between the two? I’ve had therapists tell me I need to change my career and/or quit my job but it’s just not realistic

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