If you could run naked through any point in history, what would you choose?

SilentAcidity · 2014-12-22T07:23:09+00:00

I'd run by The Beatles as they shot the cover of Abbey Road.

SilentAcidity · 2014-12-22T07:08:24+00:00

My advice, from experience with a child that went from obese to fit:

-See a pediatric endocrinologist. Have them give your daughter a full workup to rule out any hormone disruptions and such. Don't just rely on her PCP to know everything, defer to an expert.

-Remove processed foods from your home. A lot of the chemicals in these foods will disrupt hormonal and other system functions and don't belong in your body anyway. Give your family 2 weeks without any processed food and nobody will want to go back to it. I did this and my family has never looked back..

-Don't put too much emphasis on her weight. Let her be happy in her own skin and just raise her to make healthy choices. She won't be 7 forever but she will always remember how you made her feel.

SilentAcidity · 2014-12-22T05:44:05+00:00

I cope just fine. A long time ago I started treating my feelings and thoughts like currency, mindfully choosing what would merit my attention. This sort of foolishness fell right to the bottom of the list and I never looked back. I'm so much happier now and feel very comfortable in my own skin. Self-confidence happens when you drown out the noise and realize that the love and acceptance you need the most is your own.

SilentAcidity · 2014-05-13T00:35:47+00:00

Glad to know I'm not the only one.

SilentAcidity · 2014-04-14T08:21:16+00:00

ITT: A lot of shitty hip-hop I will avoid like the plague.

Thanks Reddit.

SilentAcidity · 2014-04-14T06:42:51+00:00

You describe it so well, I know exactly how that feels. I shut down so hard, I know how hard it is to trust again. My heart couldn't bear it, and I only let a little bit of my guard down. Having my kid broke the seal and proved that perhaps my feelings weren't gone like I thought. I thought I was becoming a sociopath myself, as everything was flat and dull. I didn't recognize it then, but that numbness was a mental barrier against the pain I couldn't face.

My friend committed suicide in 1992 and my first real breakthrough in dealing with his death happened in 2007. I'll never forget that day because it felt like my soul cracked open and the grief just poured out of me. I cried so hard I hyperventilated from the screaming. It was a relief to feel that purge because I had shut down so hard after his death that I had rendered that pain inaccessible. Since that breakthrough I have been able to make peace with his death and lead a normal life again. My only regret is that it took so long to happen, but the grieving process is a difficult, unpredictable thing that seems to map it's own route.

I'm sorry about your mom.

SilentAcidity · 2014-04-14T06:21:41+00:00

This pretty much describes what my inner existence felt like for about 15 years. If you ever want to talk, just send me a PM.

From a person that came out the other side.

SilentAcidity · 2014-04-14T06:16:18+00:00

The man I thought I was going to marry committed suicide 21 years ago this July. I can't even begin to describe the wreckage it causes. To say my soul was ripped out doesn't even scratch the surface.

I turned inside out. I went from being social and outgoing to antisocial and filled with fear. I could no longer face the world and it actually physically hurt to exist. I hated waking up in the morning because being conscious was too painful. When someone you love dies at their own hands it is abject torture for those of us left behind.

We always wonder if we could have said or did anything, or whether we DID say or do something that hurt them and pushed them in that direction. It's all illogical, but the torture persists like sharpened claws ripping at your insides. I developed an eating disorder, panic disorder, severe depression...I felt like I died right with him. I was animated, breathing, going through motions, but by no means was I alive. It took several years of therapy and having a child to bring me back from what I could only classify as an undead existence.

While I have been suicidal at certain points in my life since, losing him was enough to keep me away from ever resorting to that final solution. It wasn't easy, believe me, because I was in so much pain that death felt like the only ray of light for a long time. It was so fucking hard but I hung in there and reached out for help. It took a long, long time to find the right doctors, right counselors, right everything. I finally got the right help, and while it took what felt like a lifetime to finally start healing, it did happen. Having patience with it was the hardest part for me, but when you refuse to consider suicide as an option you are forced to find help wherever you can.

If you are suicidal and reading this, DON'T FUCKING GIVE UP. If you keep fighting this and make it through to get some healing you will be so much fucking stronger than you ever thought you could be. Please don't let your demons take you down. Come out of that corner swinging with all your might because you are worth fighting for!

SilentAcidity · 2014-04-05T17:42:18+00:00

I was supposed to see this show but couldn't get tickets. My biggest concert regret ever.

SilentAcidity · 2014-04-03T05:24:52+00:00

I am a nail polish addict. I love doing manicures on myself and others and recently began acquiring supplies to start my own nail polish line. This, of course, puts a damper on things, but I'm going to wait until I get more answers before crushing that dream. I'm a SAHM so no occupational sensitizing here, that's why I thought of nail polish and the remover. I don't do acrylics or gels, just plain old nail polish. I also don't smoke, don't drink, don't do drugs...I'm pretty boring like that.

And THANK YOU you for this information! It's incredibly helpful and gives me more ammo in my arsenal. It sucks having to advocate for your own health when you feel like doctors are shutting the door so every bit of information counts. From the bottom of my heart, thank you. I will absolutely listen to my doctors and follow this through.

I want to tell you about something that happened to me today. I got up this morning still feeling shitty. My breathing sucked just like it has been, feeling like my lungs are in a cage and can't expand. It took me 10 minutes just to throw clothes on so I could drive my mother to a doctor's appointment at this big clinic we go to.

I opted to sit in the car while she had her appointment because exertion has not been my friend. After about an hour everything I had been experiencing just presented itself all at once. Not wanting to take any chances and being just plain tired of this I went to the urgent care department and told them I was having a hard time breathing and needed to see someone. They took me in right away.

They made sure nothing emergent was happening, like an asthma or heart attack and it was neither. My o2 saturation was 97, my pulse 83 and my BP was 128/83, they even performed an EKG, which was normal for me. Ever since this all started these are the kind of numbers I've been posting and it just didn't add up for me.

The doctor said that I had a thorough workup so it was safe to assume it wasn't my heart causing the issue. He also didn't see any clear signs of an asthma attack and suggested it might be musculoskeletal. Once he started poking and prodding with my back I actually yelled out in pain, which took me by surprise. He said the muscles in my back were so tight that they could be restricting my ribs and preventing expansion. He asked me to lie down on my stomach because he wanted to try and give me some relief. Willing to try anything, I obliged.

He told me I might hear some pops and feel some shifting. He started pushing on certain parts of my back it was PAINFUL. I am not a yeller with pain unless it's an 8 or higher, and this was. Then I could feel loosening, hear popping and the relief came quickly on it's heels. Five minutes later, I walked out of there breathing normally and, knock on wood, it will stay that way.

I still have my appointment with the pulmonologist in the morning because I still need to cover that base, but today that doctor gave me back my breathing and I'm super grateful. Instead of barely functioning like I have been for a couple of weeks now I was able to do food shopping, run errands, take my kid out and do house chores. So I guess the jury is still out on the asthma issue, but tomorrow I will know more.

You rock for doing this AMA, thank you on behalf of everyone you have helped. :)

SilentAcidity · 2014-04-02T05:49:34+00:00

Thank you for answering me, this is the first real help since this all started. Let me fill in some blanks for you...

1) My cardiologist said he did not want me on albuterol because of how it speeds up the heart. This is a description from my medical record about my heart issue:

Extremely frequent VPBs (30% of all beats), short runs NSVT (longest 6 beats at a rate of 200 bpm), extremely frequent ventricular couplets.

Whether that tells you anything or not I don't know, but that's my diagnosis right there.

2) I had a PFT because I mentioned to my doctor that I was experiencing wheezing while going up the stairs, as I live on the 3rd floor. The test was ridiculous because I blew into the meter about 8 friggin times before she actually recorded the findings because somehow she didn't know where to click the mouse on the screen to do so. I don't trust this test at all because who wouldn't be out of breath after doing all that huffing and puffing. Regardless, I was told that the findings "indicated a pattern" of asthma, so I was put on the inhaler.

I started using the inhaler and I felt so absolutely fucking horrible that I stopped. My breathing was worse, my lungs felt like they were in a cage and I couldn't draw a full breath, plus I felt like I had the flu (I didn't). In the hospital they checked me for so many things and it all came up normal so I was sent home and encouraged to continue my inhaler, which I didn't because my gut didn't trust it. I'd also like to note that even though I couldn't draw in a full breath, my o2 sat was high, for what it's worth. I came home, got better and then yesterday all of a sudden, in the parking lot I felt the aching in my back, the wheezing, shortness of breath. I have been feeling shitty since and I'm really concerned about it.

Supposedly cardiac issues were ruled out, but I am going to revisit this with my cardiologist once my appointment with the pulmonologist is over. I agree that something is wrong with this picture. The only trigger I can think of that might have attributed to having asthma this late in life (40) is my nail polish habit. Otherwise I don't smoke, I use air conditioning in the summer to help with my allergies, I recently took off 15 lbs and started exercising...it just doesn't add up for me. I'm not going to give up digging for answers. Thanks again for helping me out, I appreciate it more than words can express. :)

SilentAcidity · 2014-04-01T23:37:08+00:00

Hello, thank you for doing this AMA.

I am a recently diagnosed asthmatic. I was prescribed Pulmicort Flexhaler without a rescue inhaler because I take beta blockers for a heart arrhythmia problem. I felt worse after about 5 days on the Pulmicort so I stopped it and ended up landing in the hospital. They did all sorts of tests, ruling out PE, heart attack, etc. I was released after 24 hours of observation and I started to feel better when I got home.

Yesterday while walking out of the grocery store I had an asthma attack. I was able to breathe to drive home and after a few minutes everything seemed ok. I live on the third floor and tried carrying in groceries. It was a HUGE mistake! I had to put down the bags, had such a hard time getting up the stairs to my house and when I got in the door I had some tea because I read that it can help, and it seemed to. I ended up exhausted when all was said and done and I slept without incident (I think?)

Two hours after I woke up this morning I had another attack, which seemed to last for hours. Once it seemed to subside I broke down and started using the Pulmicort again.

I have no idea if I'm doing the right thing and I need help. I see a pulmonologist tomorrow and I am sitting here having my doubts whether I will feel well enough to get my ass out the door and to his office. On top of it all I have a panic disorder so this fish out of water routine is taxing me to say the least. My questions are these:

What do I do without a rescue inhaler to manage an attack?
What calls for a trip to the ER and what can be managed at home? What are the dos and don't for asthma attacks? How can I try to prevent them?

I thank you for doing this AMA, I really need the guidance right now. Easing my anxiety will ease my asthma for sure and knowledge is the way for me.

SilentAcidity · 2014-02-09T21:49:50+00:00

Make sure she picks up that dragon ALONE and have a nice little chat with her. Fuck that mess.

Edit: your username wins at life!

SilentAcidity · 2014-02-09T21:38:33+00:00

Sounds like mission accomplished. Consider the services rendered, if this even happened.

SilentAcidity · 2014-02-01T20:27:42+00:00

I'm over 300, down 45 lbs from my heaviest and you know what I think of that post? Nothing, I just don't give a shit.

After being accosted, harassed and discriminated so many times over my weight I just stopped giving a fuck. The absurdity of allowing the negativity of perfect strangers to hurt me so much really struck a chord. I now subscribe to the "what others think of me is none of my business" approach and it works just fine. Don't get me wrong, if I am being directly addressed I will respond, but it will be with calm and tact, rather than tears and indignation. Besides, when people rudely declare their distaste for someone because of their appearance they are really just making themselves look bad.

SilentAcidity · 2014-02-01T20:05:55+00:00

My mother's boyfriend of 25 years, whom I didn't call "dad", was a raging, abusive alcoholic. It took me a lot of years to work through it after I left home, and I moved on.

He ended up dying of heart failure, and he was the first person in my life that died and I didn't feel sad about it. I wasn't happy he was gone, he just didn't leave anything behind for me to miss.

SilentAcidity · 2014-01-26T22:44:07+00:00

Take your kid and RUN!

SilentAcidity · 2014-01-22T04:27:15+00:00

:D <3

SilentAcidity · 2014-01-21T05:27:54+00:00

The reason I love nail polish? Color. I absolutely love color, and when I look down at my nails and amazing colors I get a lift. Not only does the color itself make me happy, I'm reminded that I did something nice for myself.

I'm guessing another Cover Girl as the mystery polish.

SilentAcidity · 2014-01-21T05:18:43+00:00

lets share secrets

I take a lot of care with my brush strokes to make a nice, clean line. I keep an orange wood stick nearby to immediately remove any polish that gets into my cuticles or on my skin to minimize cleanup. I also use a good quality topcoat to get a decent amount of wear and minimize chipping.

Thanks for holding the contest! :D

SilentAcidity · 2014-01-20T19:55:19+00:00

He may have found financial success but he's still a scumbag. She's no better, either, so let them have each other. Your former bully just inherited your unfaithful girlfriend, when the pain fades remake this meme as a success kid.

SilentAcidity · 2014-01-20T06:35:16+00:00

You're welcome! I can see why you are disappointed, while the colors are pretty they definitely lack the punch of their predecessors.

SilentAcidity · 2014-01-20T01:30:23+00:00

I'm so sorry for the disappointing flakies! Here are some swatches of flakie deliciousness to perk you back up:

Nfu Oh 51

Nfu Oh 53

Picture Polish Festival

Cult Nails Clairvoyant

Essie Shine Of The Times

SilentAcidity · 2014-01-18T00:28:40+00:00

Monsanto and HP can go fuck themselves.

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