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Anatomy for the artist

2013.03.06 07:23 larrybuffaloboy Anatomy for the artist

A place where fellow alien artists can discuss, learn, or reference the human anatomy.

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2021.02.05 00:20 FPIMD XAnatomy

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2023.03.21 18:47 Colt_Leasure I stayed at the Cecil Hotel.

The Stay On Main hotel, referred to by its former title of the Cecil, stood tall before me. Its brown brick front loomed. I walked through the main entranceway with my suitcase in hand.
I made my way into the empty lobby and approached the front desk. The inside had glossy black and white tile flooring. Stanchions with red ropes led to the check-in counter.
The clerk looked up at me from his phone with a side-eyed glance. He had wavy blonde hair and blue eyes. He resembled a surfer more than he did a night manager.
“I’m looking to stay here for a week,” I said as I handed him a wad of cash.
“This is an affordable housing unit for the homeless,” he said. “You’re well dressed and have an Irish accent. I’m guessing you’re a journalist or documentary filmmaker. Either way, it wouldn’t feel right to let you stay here when you can afford somewhere else. You’d be taking up space someone of greater need could use.”
“This should erase guilt,” I said as I handed him another stack of hundreds.
The man accepted the bribe and stuffed it in his shirt pocket. He then slid a room key over to me after I gave him a false name and a credit card that did not belong to me. He mentioned the complimentary breakfast available in the morning.
“I’m Scottish by the way,” I corrected him as I made my way onto the elevator.
There were fifteen floors and my room was on the fifth. I pressed the button. The sounds of the creaking wires holding the platform stable reverberated above.
It dinged and let me off. I went down the hallway, which had wooden ground and drab white-painted walls.
I entered my room and saw it was not much better than the corridor. There were a few places I had stayed at with my wife around Loch Lomond far above such a decrepit den as this.
The first thing I saw was the view of skid row outside. Its wandering figures resembled the madhouse painting by Goya. Street lights, neon, and litter were everywhere.
The desk drawer had the to-be-expected Bible. Shock coursed through me as I saw the completed works of Alfred Tennyson next to it. A highlighted passage got my attention:
‘and this gray spirit yearning in desire to follow knowledge
like a sinking star, beyond the utmost bound of human thought.’
It was well-known that Tennyson was a part of my agency when the organization was first founded.
I laid my piece of luggage on the bed and opened it. I took out a leather-bound journal, an EVP recorder, external microphones, and a few mini cameras. I placed the items in each corner.
I waited and retrieved my ledger. I scribbled about my findings later in the morning.
There is a streak of blood underneath my mattress. It is faint, very old, and would not even be noticeable to the average eye due to its faded quality. I would not have found it had I not spotted and attempted to kill a roach that scurried across the carpet. The insect has disappeared. I presume it to have fallen between the cracks into another dreary unit below. I have not observed strange or unusual sounds within my space in particular. I have not seen any visions, ethereal or cerebral, which would sound any alarms. Screaming, honking horns, and drunken babbling seep through the boundaries. The wind seemed to flow through the rafters at an unusual pace around those noises. By that, I mean it whistles a song of its own in perfect rhythm.
I awoke the next day to the sound of my phone. It was the landline in the room. I answered it and pressed the receiver to my ear in a groggy state, entangling my neck in the wire.
“Meet me at the Civilization Cafe,” a familiar woman’s voice said. My response would have been irrelevant since it was an order and not a question. I placed it back on the hook and managed to get out of bed.
I showered, dressed, and made the walk to the coffee shop.
Dani sat outside with a steaming mug in hand. She did not acknowledge me with anything more than a quick nod as I took a seat across from her. She scanned her surroundings to make sure no one was within earshot.
“Why did you rent the place for a week?” Dani asked between sips. “We agreed on one night.”
“You know why,” I said. I tried to remind myself to remain assertive without being hot-tempered. I did not want a write-up for insubordination.
“We need you to find out what’s wrong with this place," she said. "Report your findings soon. Otherwise, what happened to the last occupants could very well occur to the next civilian.”
“Please don’t put pressure on me like that,” I said. “Catching a poltergeist in a place with so much suffering is almost impossible. It's like summoning the ancients and asking them about the order of their calamities.”
“Could you at least streamline it by sending us emails instead of relying on a pen and notebook?” Dani’s voice became an aggressive whisper. “We’re getting tired of hiring an administrator to sort out your papers. Keeping your intelligence on point is a full-time job.”
“Writing it out by hand gives me a closer connection to the source material. I have to trust my way, or I’ll make mistakes by breaking my habits. You wouldn’t want that.”
She looked down the road. She finished her drink, slung her purse over her shoulder, stood, and pushed her chair in.
“Stay safe,” she said as she walked to a black cherry-painted Honda parked near the sidewalk. "Take care, Graham."
There has been one odd synchronicity after another. My window, accumulated so much mist that I reasoned it must have been pouring. Of course, it was bright out. Some of my filming devices have readjusted without me having touched them since set up. The towel rack in my restroom bent at its center. I guarantee it was not that way beforehand. I have taken this as a lesson to take photographs of every square inch of the place. This is for future reference in my studies. After observing these anomalies, my body fell into a lethargic sensation. I was reading a book titled The Origins of the World’s mythologies by EJ Michael Witzel before it fell out of my hands. As sleep enveloped me, something tendril-like moved in my periphery. It disappeared when I tried to stare at the illusions. I fell off of my mattress after having a nightmare of a lion chasing me through the Serengeti. I hit the floor. I looked to the side and saw a fog creep through the small crack at the bottom of my door. I went to investigate where this was coming from. I did not see anything as the remnants of the precipitation evaporated completely. In the hallway was an orange feline. She scampered away into a grimy stairwell.
I walked outside after I finished the report. I stepped into my rented vehicle and drove to a liquor store to pick out a bottle of whiskey. There were so many evenings when I was comfortable in my sobriety. This was no longer one of them. I had an uncontrollable urge to drown myself in the brown liquid that had been a scar on my life for so long.
I passed by a few markets that were teeming with too many suspicious people outside to risk going in. It took a while until I found one that was quiet and clean.
I went across the parking lot and saw a mural of Venice beach on the wall. It brought back memories of walking along the sands of Prestwick, with Lynsey.
Her eyes were emerald and her hair was darker than any cave I had explored in my youth. We had met at the Old College Bar in Glasgow at an age we kept secret from the bartenders with our fake IDs. We had a competition to see whose fraudulent driver's license was the most convincing.
I do not remember if I fell in love with her at first sight. I do recall being in disbelief that she even bothered to give me the time of her day. I can remember kissing her for the first time. The scent of her blossom honey perfume lit my body up.
I snapped out of my reminiscences and purchased a bottle of Glennmorangie blue label.
I was back at the Cecil in minutes. I imbibed two highballs and passed out. My tolerance level had weakened compared to the binging of my younger days. When I awoke, I analyzed what had occurred in the room during my sleep.
I am feeling hungover but alert. My 450-milliliter friend is half gone, but I am seeing straight right now without any problems. In other words, I am sober with a grudge. I hope my Supervisors at the Providence agency will forgive my conduct on the job. I do not believe they will blame me. A cobalt-hued smoke emanated from one of the corners. Jazz music is playing around me, whereas it never has before for the duration of my stay. It sounds so old and improvised. The notes are as unfamiliar to me as they would be to a new listener in the Flapper era. Worst of all is how out-of-tune it sounds. My tub has overfilled itself with brackish water. I have not even bathed yet, so I know that was not by my hand. A piece of the footage shows a silhouette moving across the room. Before it reaches my sleeping body, the camera lens shattered.
I ran out of pages and my hand cramped. I wrote new entries within the margins. I also started to hear things other than old tunes from a bygone era.
Human wails seeped in, each one more agonized than the last. Within a few minutes, I differentiated how there were two different voices. One male, the other a woman. I attempted to record them, but it was useless. All my mics picked up were static and the hum of the air conditioner, despite how they plagued my ears like tinnitus.
I lit a circle of candles and created a makeshift altar in the center of the room. I drew the circle with salt. I sat in the lotus position, closed my eyes, and endeavored to remain open to any visions. Seances were always my last resort.
I fell into a dream. I saw a couple, both from the decade of prohibition. They were lounging in the same room as me. The man had a copy of the completed work of Alfred Tennyson in his hands.
It all seemed like a peaceful scene until an argument commenced between the two. The man retrieved a blade from his vest and advanced toward her. He stabbed her. She turned the knife on him by gripping the sharp edge in her palms and hoisting it towards his midsection. He tried to claw towards the door, but failed and instead made his way under the bed.
I now realize I have not met my intended goal. I was hoping to receive some answers why my wife took her own life in this place. Instead, I came in contact with a murdered couple from the 1920s. They killed one another, but the woman acted in self-defense. Following research, I have learned the female is an ancestor of my departed wife, Lynsey. They share the same name. Her family immigrated here in the 1850s. She had mentioned this to me over dinner on more than one occasion. I never knew they had made their way here, to the exact spot I am sitting.
I am grateful to these organizations for allowing me to make an effort at settling this matter. I hope I have completed my duties with integrity. Unfortunately, I was unable to contact her. I will revisit this place one day soon since I have no intention of giving up.
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2023.03.21 18:37 outcastedOpal CMV: Our modern understanding of what it means to be privileged is wrong

I was a video clip the other day where someone was dodging the priviledge question by saying that its an advantage and not priviledge. And while I dont like these "right-wing" traditionalist grifters and find my self constantly disagreeing with them, I'm not totally closed minded into believing that everything an opponent says is automatically wrong. A broken clock still works twice a day.
Anyways, priviledge and advantages (and rights that arent granted to other people for that matter) arent the same and its an important distinction to make. A priviledge is something you already have. Its something that you didn't fully earn and you don't really need, but its really good to have. Being rich is a priviledge, so is knowing someone famous. Whats commonly stated as white male priviledge on the other hand is an advantage, and not a priviledge. And in some cases, it simply human rights that other people don't have.
People think that being privilage is the best thing you can be, and when combined with rights, theyre right! But the reason i said the distinction is important is that when people say that if youre priviledged, youre in the highest rung of life, theyre refering to advantages. And on top of that, not having priviledge is the same as not having rights. Its very black and white to alot of people, it seems.
Let me give you an example of how having an advntage is not everything. Advantage is an increase in probability that something good will happen, not a guarantee. I am, for all intents and purposes, seen as a straight white cis male. The height of "priviledge" (advantage). I should be more likely to get jobs, be more wealthy, less likely to be harrassed and threatened by police, less likeley to be bullied, sexually assaulted, be robbed, live in a broken home, be mentally well, be taken seriously by doctors and cops, not have to worry about getting sent back to a third world country, be able to eat or have a place to live, not have to do dangerous jobs or live in da gerpus place constantly fearing for my life. But none of that applies to me. When comparing myself to everyone around me who is poc and openly gay and/or trans and female, my life is almost guaranteed to be substantially worse. And im not saying that for sympathy, ill survive. But i almost didnt many many times, and i know that others in my same situation dont.
Being more likely to have a good life not only doesnt guarantee it, it also does not matter at all when you know what the personas life actually is. Priviledge would be to have some of those actually happen, not be more likely. And rights or fullfilling necessities would to be to have most of those things, including things that arent on this list dont actually affect me. We should be putting more moral weight behind peoples actual real life situations, not how "priviledge" they are. Especially whewe dont use that word right to begin with.
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2023.03.21 18:24 ToldBy3 Masters of anatomy: Luis Gadea Male

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2023.03.21 18:07 MN1H [Rheumatology] ALT/AST Levels Post Workout

Hello everyone. First and foremost, I am being followed by a doctor. My next consultation with him will unfortunately only be in a couple weeks and I'd like to receive some peace of mind (or not) for the meantime.

My info:

As is normal for people starting methotrexate (I started on the first week of December) I am having regular bloodwork.
On the last week of October I started taking isoniazide for latent TB. I took it for 3 months and had to stop it at the end of January due to my bloodwork.

Reference values 12/Jan w/ Isoniazide 13/Fev 20/Mar after workout
AST (<34 U~i/L) 119 53 122
ALT (10-49 UI/L) 176 114 292
Phosphatase Alcaline (46-116 UI/L) 45 51 59
GGT (<73 UI/L) 24 27 29
Reactive C Protein (<0.50 mg/dL) 0.32 0.07 0.13

My question pertrains to the last bloodwork values from yesterday. I take methotrexate on Wednesday and the bloodwork was done on Monday, if that's relevant.
I had a 2-3 hour long workout with weights from 7 to almost 10pm the night before (bloodwork at ~9h00 the following morning). Could this have caused it, potentially?
Also, I finished dinner at ~10:30pm. So the fast was around 10h30 long and not 12h00 (not sure 12 is even a requirement).
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2023.03.21 18:01 general-logan Fit male creators...please help with phenomena of "immediate following" on Twitter

I would really appreciate if some male creators (in the young/fitness niche) could help me try to understand how it's possible to gain a very quick following in this arena, specifically on Twitter. There are several examples of guys I want to reference who have had immediate exposure/gained an immediate significant following right after creating their Twitter accounts and tweeting for the first time. To be clear: I understand the traditional "advice" for growing a following like be active, follow other similar accounts, RT groups, and whatever else advice that is geared for "over-time" building. But here, I'm specifically trying to understand what certain guys are doing to get immediate blow-up without doing any of those longer-term things. This can apply to various niches including generic fitness-focused content, any amount (or lack thereof) NSFW content, and male findom niche. I see it in all types.
Example 1: 19 year old fit, athletic, and attractive guy with no prior significant social media following. Had about 1,000 followers on Instagram but that's it. Just a populatypical high schooler going into college.
So, how did this happen for this guy?
Example 2: 20 year old fit, athletic, college guy. Prior significant social media following on Instagram but he created his Twitter as a "secret," didn't promote it from IG at all. Findom niche.
So I'm specifically trying to figure out what the secret is to this immediate attention and growth. We all know you can grow slowly over time, but it's the immediate attention with no obvious explanation (when compared to others who don't get that) that seems so mysterious.
I am trying to get going and my tweets have not gotten any traction at all. I am young, fit, and have presented my accounts in the same ways these other examples have done. What I did for Twitter was I took an account I had created last year and initially used for casual consumption of content and cleaned it up and started "fresh" even though it's not a brand new account. I have 190 followers on it, but I've tried for 2-3 months to put out media and nothing gets any traction. No more than a few hundred views and no engagement at all. I tried to convert my account to a Professional account, but I can't because apparently I broke some terms of service rule last year before Elon Musk revolutionized the platform, and it won't let me use the Professional account setting. I'm not shadowbanned, so nothing wrong there. But sometimes I wonder if there's something wrong with my account specifically or not. Like did the algorithm already "give up" on my account, so maybe it would be better to create an entirely new one to truly start "fresh?" Is there such a thing as that?
I would seriously appreciate if any other male creators out there would be willing to talk with me about this and whether it's some trick getting Twitter's algorithm to love you right away, or some other secret strategy, or just pure luck. I am open to private messaging as well or further conversation elsewhere. I could use some personal mentoring/advice here. Thank you so much.
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2023.03.21 17:51 ItsAKimuraTrap High SHBG Low Free Test - Low Carb Diet

High SHBG Low Free Test - Low Carb Diet
Hey all,
So I got the following labs back, showing low free T and pretty high SHBG. Background, I'm a 32 year old male. Consider myself healthy. Always had a good ability to stay lean and put on muscle. I'm active (Brazilian Jiu Jitsu about 4-5 times a week). Libido good. Essentially was not feeling symptomatic so these results actually came as a surprise.
Now what I suspect to be at play (really regretting not getting a baseline test before starting). I've been doing a carnivore diet, very low carb style of eating for the past 7 months. I lost a little over 20 lbs in that time. Basically my question is, has anyone seen any improvement in their numbers by adding more carbs? I plan on trying to concentrate some carbs specifically around workouts and re testing in 3 months. Considering TRT if I can't make improvements. Any anecdotes would be appreciated.
Also the following video seems like a very niche concept, but Ill be trying this as well. Any thoughts on that welcome as well.
Hematocrit is 48.5 and Hemoglobin 16.5 as that may be relevant to the below video.
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2023.03.21 17:21 korehanan Tips for writing race respectfully in fantasy?

So in the piece I'm working on right now there are lots of characters of different races (eg. FL is black and ML is Asian). The thing is, I have a hard time writing these characters as explicitly part of their race because in this fantasy world racial culture is pretty entwined. As someone who is neurodivergent, on the lgbtqa+ spectrum, and female, I have experience enough to put in subtle (or sometimes not so subtle) references to characters being non-cishet males, but I'm also white and therefore have no experience being a poc individual and what that might entail for a character especially when the world of the story doesn't give a shit what race someone is and won't call it out for good or bad.
Some things I consider when writing:
What are some ways I can be more diverse in my descriptions?
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2023.03.21 17:19 ProfessorRebel Hydrodistention Round 2, Fight!

For a long story and some background I ( middle aged male ) started having symptoms, mostly frequent urination, some time in 2021. Mentioned it to my PC ( Dec 2021) who told me I should bring it up to my endocrinologist because I had started taking Farxiga which can cause that plus bladder and urinary tract infections. By the time I saw her (Feb 2022) the pain had begun as well. She didn't think it was a cause. Got in a car accident, broken shoulder, missed appointments with my PC until several months later. Next time I saw him (June 2022) he referred me to a urologist. First available appointment was Sept 2022. He gave me medication for overactive bladder and an appointment to come back in a month (October 2022). The medication did nothing. He gave me another medication, hydroxy zine (did nothing) and an appointment for a bladder biopsy and hydrodistention in November 2022. By that time I was peeing every 20-30 minutes and in pain all of the time including at night, so I didn't really sleep.
They did the hydrodistention, biopsy and cauterization of some lesions/ulcers. Within a few days of procedure I was peeing every hour to hour and half and sleeping 2 to 3 hours at a time and typically no pain. This lasted throughout December and January and into February. In February I had one bad day, thought it was a flare up, then a week later I had several bad days. Since then I'm back to peeing every half hour to an hour and in pain when I need to go. Told the urologist and he said sometimes it can take 2 or 3 hydrodistentions before it takes. So I'm going to have it done again in 2 weeks. Hopefully it works better and lasts longer this time.
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2023.03.21 17:18 Grouchy_Eye_1185 My big family is ableist and I don't know what to do about it

I am very new to this. I have been listening to reddit stories on YouTube and have been really interested even addicted to listening to all the relationship stories. I realize that the stories I hear on YouTube have been curated and only the best or most popular comments are the ones read aloud. but I've heard so much good advice that I was hoping to bring my family relationship here and hopes to get some good advice. I have to admit I'm a little afraid of the hate that I hear about but anyway let's get started.
I, female, 50ish have a really big involved family. Even though my family identifies strongly with our heritage, and even though many of us are bilingual, we are every bit Americans and have been here, in the US (legally) for many generations. Most of my family is also in general very good looking, healthy, strong people and are very proud of this. When I say we are very good looking, robust and vigorous people I'm telling you this because this is pertinent to the story.
Needless to say my family is full of really big personalities. I myself have always been shy and introverted. My family is loud and boisterous and they call themselves Bigger than Life. My family refers to our collective and individual good looks as "the family blessing". I have never really enjoyed the big family parties and gatherings over the years. Until recently I always just chalked it up to not enjoying big events or loud and boisterous interactions, but lately I have figured out that I honestly really don't even like most of my family. Not only are they big and proud and loud but they are ableists in the worst way. Let me explain.
Okay I just had to erase the last paragraph because I really don't want my family to recognize themselves in this story so I can't tell you some of the background. What I can tell you is that I have a cousin, let's call her Chelsea. Chelsea was born with a disability. Her parents did not fight for custody as my big brawny, good looking uncle could not handle the fact that she was disabled and gave her up to her Mother completely. He says it's because he was baby trapped. He was forced to pay child support. We did not see Chelsea for many many years as she lived with her Mother and her Father was loath to bring her around. (Chelsea would disagree with this part as in her mind and heart her Father loves her and maybe he does in his own way but, I can’t see it) Not only that, when Chelsea reached adulthood at the age of 22, my uncle sued her, Yes! his own daughter, for back child support. He asked her to testify that she was perfectly able to pay and therefore he won. Because she had a good paying job and a Pell Grant to begin an education I guess the Judge decided that she was set and could pay the back child support which she did.
Chelsea is now in her mid to late 30s and has had a very hard life due to her disability. She has not been able to make a salary much over the poverty line and has experienced a lot of discrimination and been passed up for promotions and even forced out of jobs because of ableists prejudice against her disability and Etc. Chelsea is single and lives alone unlike every other member of our family who has parents, husbands, wives, siblings and children. I don't want to say exactly what her disability is again because I want to keep anonymity, however I will say that her disability is apparent to anyone who looks at her and it does make it difficult for her mobility. She does use Mobility AIDS but is unable to drive herself anywhere.
Recently one of my other cousins had a big wedding. This cousin, Brittany, has had both her mother, my aunt and her father with her all her life doting on her every achievement including her dominating in sports as she is big, brawny, beautiful and brainy, basically Bigger than Life. The wedding was beautiful and she was supported by her entire…Our entire, huge family.
One of my Aunty's who is now in her late eighties came to the wedding and tottered about as she has balance issues and trouble with her feet, but she refused to use her cane or bring her walker because in her words, " I would rather die than be seen like that” that meaning using a Mobility device, despite being a fall risk.
At one point the wedding party was to be transported to a second venue. But something had happened and transport was delayed. No one considered my cousin, Chelsea or my Aunty (who refused to use her cane and so was a fall risk), or my other cousin who had sprained her ankle or the bride's mother's best friend who has a crippling disease that she has contracted in her older years that requires her to use a wheelchair. The wedding party was directed to walk to the second venue. I eventually had to speak up for those who could not walk as they were all, every single one of them, not willing to, “mess up the wedding party for everyone else”. The bride's mother's best friend disappeared, I assume because she knew that she wasn't going to be able to make it to the second venue without help. I could tell the bride was not happy that we couldn't just all walk to the next venue and it did seem to mess up the wedding party for everyone else as it took a lot longer for us to wait for transportation. But wait, there's more.
Every time the family was expected to be in a photograph I noticed my cousin Chelsea would get run over, cut in front of and twice she was almost pushed over. She seriously lost her balance on two occasions and was luckily caught by someone one time and was able to rite herself the second time. All she was trying to do was to move to the front to be in the family wedding pictures as she was called to do, but just like being out in the general public, she was worse than disregarded. Worse because she was actually put in danger by able-bodied people pushing past her and not just people, these were Her people, these are Her family. Anyway this isn't even the biggest issue.
The biggest issue is a couple of months down the road when she sent out a family text message. Basically Chelsea was frustrated because she gets left out of a lot of family events because people don't want to give her a ride. She's not told about Family events so that nobody has to worry about who is going to transport her. (But she always finds out after the fact because they post on social media!) she didn't mention that part in her text. What she did mention is that she would like help figuring out how to get rides to family events. She mentioned a previous family event that she was unable to get a ride to. She had asked another cousin, Let's call her Anna, who wasn't able to do it. Chelsea Was frustrated and tired and didn't feel like making 10 phone calls to get a ride so she just gave up after asking Anna. She did mention this in the text and said that she didn't mean to throw Anna under the bus but that she was just letting people know what it's like and how she feels And can she get some help for next time. Anna decided that she HAD been thrown under the bus (metaphorically of course) but you would have thought that she was actually pushed under a real bus the way that she reacted. The story is, after reading Chelsea's text, Anna went into full panic mode gasping for air and went into the fetal position (My mother told me that Anna (a grown, adult woman with a husband, two parents [with money] and great career, also, in the Bigger than Life crowd) was actually in the fetal position because, "Chelsea was mean to her in front of the whole family." There is a whole second text chain of family, that didn't include Chelsea so they could talk about and rally poor Anna.
To be fair, I do not want to discount unseen disabilities like mental illness here, but, rest assured Anna doesn't have any of these issues. Believe me, the whole family would know about it.
Anna's husband then called Chelsea and chewed her out and told her how ungrateful she was and that they would no longer be giving her any rides anywhere because of her behavior. Her behavior being that she sent out a text message asking for help. Not only that but another male cousin called Chelsea and berated her for being so mean to Sweet Anna.
Now, here's the kicker. I'm ready to take my cousin Chelsea and call ourselves a family and disown the rest of the family, but she loves them and she knows they love her, even if they don't know how to show it. I think this reeks of ableism and it makes me sick. I want to know what to do from this point that will help Chelsea and maybe even our family. Because I saw so much good advice here I thought maybe I would try it out. Thank you in advance for anything that you have to say. TLDR My disabled cousin is misunderstood by our ableist family
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2023.03.21 16:36 tjoude44 Looking for a French (Canadien preferably) obscenity - this is for a novel I am working on

In the story, there is a Quebec born professional (female attorney in her early-mid 30's) who has been forced out of her law firm by her partners. At the meeting where they vote to terminate her, I would like to have her utter an appropriate obscenity, preferably something very specific to French Canadien. For reference, her 'audience' is a small group of male attorneys.
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2023.03.21 16:16 MozzCaboom (Reupload cause I forgot grandpa rust) WELCOME TO PAYDAY

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2023.03.21 16:08 FlyWithSeedyL Release Notes - Sim Update 12 [] Available Now


If you are playing on PC, outdated packages in your community folder may have an unexpected impact on the title’s performance and behavior.
If you suffer from stability issues or long loading times, move your community package(s) to another folder before relaunching the title.
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2023.03.21 15:31 brandylou138 Need legal help/advice in Mississippi

So, I need help being pointed in the right direction.... I (34F) had fallen very ill with Tuberculosis 2 years ago. Well, the Health Department was really adamant about me taking my medication and had me sign a paper stating that I would or I'd be taken to court. Well, I was suppose to be moving and was going to look at a house with what I thought was a good friend of mine. Instead, I got left in a dangerous part of town, she had stolen my cell phone, and left me with some really questionable characters... Which led me to missing my meds for a week.
Fast-forward a week, when I finally found my way back to my house...
My nurse handed me a certified document stating that I will comply with taking my medication here on out or else they will take me to court.
2 days of complying, I was awaken to a knock on my door, thinking it was the health department nurse bringing my meds, but instead it was the police and because I didn't comply with taking my meds for that week, Mississippi law states the health department can have me confined for the duration of my illness. I was then taken to central Mississippi correctional facility.... Prison.... I was taken to prison.... For being sick... Never been before in my life.
I was being held at a men's prison. I ended up being held there for 14 months. No one knew I was there. So, when I was finally released... All my friends and family thought I had died. I never left my cell.... For the entire 14 months I was there. I wasn't able to use a phone. I wasn't allowed to send mail and whenever mail was being sent to me, it was returned to sender. I wasn't allowed outside. I wasn't allowed the same rights as the inmates. No commissary or canteen. I wasn't a person or a number.... I didn't have a DOC number (Department of Corrections) because I wasn't a inmate. They referred to me as the "Freeworld" girl... Some cruel joke... The male inmates would harass me... Demand to see me naked.. Or would bother me till I paid attention to them.... A few would whip out their cocks and start masturbating and wouldn't leave me alone till I would watch or they would almost get caught by a correctional officer. Sometimes I didn't get fed all day until dinner trays came because no one wanted to unlock my door.... They treated me like I had the plague. There was a while where they fed me on styrofoam trays because of how highly contagious tuberculosis is, but that would end up turning into a pile of trash in the corner of my cell that no one wanted to take out and it just sat there and continue to rot and smell until one nurse would finally say something and my trash would be taken out. While inmates got their uniforms switched out and laundered, I was given one hospital gown to wear the entire time. I never saw a doctor while I was there. A health department nurse came and saw me once a month but could never tell me anything in regards to the status of my health or when I would be able to get out. I found out when I was getting out a week before I actually was released. Needless to say, it was a really rough period of my life and has impacted me in a lot of negative ways. I was essentially what the inmates called "in the hole", for 14 straight months.
Since being released, my anxiety is through the roof. I have a hard time leaving my room. I will have panic attacks, or anxiety attacks when trying to leave the house sometimes. The sound of my own voice was foreign to me. I'm so scared to get sick again, or go see a doctor, and fear that this may happen to me again. I was not a person. I was not even a number. I had all my civil rights taken from me. I've explained to a couple people the same story and they find it unbelievable. It's just too hard to comprehend that someone could be treated like this for the sole reason of them having a communicable disease. I get told I need to find a lawyer. That the way I was treated wasn't right and I have a lawsuit on my hands but I don't even know where to start. At this point, I really just don't want this to happen to anyone else. Because I have new mental issues now and have no way of getting the help I need. Can someone help me in pointing me into the right direction of what I need to do because this has affected me in ways that I am having a really hard time returning to normal adult life. Any advice is helpful and welcome to please. Thank you.
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2023.03.21 15:28 Busy-Knee-201 Concerned I may have bowel cancer, I would really appreciate some insight.

I am 35, male, white. 5ft 8, 205lbs. I was 230lb in November but have been working on losing weight.
I take omeprazole, naproxen and elvanse.
I have been diagnosed with psoriatic arthritis, currently waiting for biologic treatment.
Don't smoke, don't drink.
I was also diagnosed with a foliate deficiency 2 years ago, received no treatment. Recent blood tests came back with the same deficiency and im now taking 5mg folic acid daily. I also have vitamin D deficiency and I'm taking 4000 UI daily for 3 months.
I've been having bowel issues for the past two months. My symptoms include a dull ache in my left abdomen, bloating especially at night or after I eat. Cramps when I need to use the bathroom and an increase in bowel movements. I also feel chills on the days my symptoms are worse.
I have taken a standard stool sample and 2 qFit tests. Both QFit tests have shown blood in the stool, GP called me today to inform me of the second test results.
My GP originally referred me for a CT scan assuming it was diverticulitis but today has told me he would like me to go for a colonoscopy. He danced around the issue but when I asked him directly if they were looking for bowel cancer he said yes.
I'm honestly terrified, my whole family have died of various cancers.. I lost my gran, great aunt and uncle, my aunt and my mum all to cancer.. the fact my GP has jumped right to cancer screening is really worrying me and I'd just like someone else's opinion on it.
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2023.03.21 14:59 Mossels New here :') got different diagnoses

Hello all,
I have been lurking here for about 1,5 week. But figured I wanted some help/people to talk to.
My background:
25y male
Tries to live as healthy as possible
Works out a lot for about 6 years
Stretches a lot for about 4 months
Doenst do dips, but does weighted push ups
Started jogging 2 months ago
Started deadlifting (with a trapbar) 5 months ago
My story so far:
3 weeks ago I got a stabbing pain in my left chest and sternum during jogging. This pain went away when I stopped and started again after jogging for a bit. After 3 tries I stopped completely. This was one day after getting the HPV-vaccine (Cervarix).
The next week I kept feeling pain in my left chest/ribs and sternum mainly (sometimes a little bit in my right chest too), but nothing too bad. During that same week I also started getting heart palpitations, a raised heart rate and muscle spasms.
At the end of the week I went to the ER after getting advised by my GP. There I got the news (like so many others) that my heart and lungs were fine. But indeed my heart rate was high.
A few days later at night I felt like I was getting a heart attack, started shaking, so I called the ambulance. Apparently I was having a panic attack. Again heart was fine.
The next day my GP diagnosed me with costo/tietze (no swelling though). Since then I have been relatively calm; accepting that this diagnosis mostlikely is correct.
A few days later (yesterday) I visited an experienced chiropractor (which does know about the condition), but he told me it probably insnt costo. It apparantly doenst hurt enough on the specific points he presses to conclude its costo.
I have read and watched a lot posts/videos about this condition but.. There are a few things where my syptoms seems to differ a bit from others here (I think):
So anyway, the heartrate, palpitations and tight feeling are way worse for me than the actual pain. Does anyone else have/had the same symptoms as me (little pain) and knows with more certainty its costo or maybe something else?
My GP recommended Beta Blockers to me for my heartrate. But Im a bit hesitant to take them; I feel like if my heart needs to work so hard its probably for a good reason? And maybe Im naive but I dont feel like the problems originated from anxiety or anything.
Im also planning on ordering the Backpod. Im pretty sure my posture is pretty good. But Ive read freeing up the back is key, if I do indeed have costo..
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2023.03.21 14:29 throwawayrandoms7 question about pronouns and appearance

i just want to say i have no intentions of coming off as transphobic and i am curious about how others feel about this topic.
i recently saw a video where someone in the comments mentioned the person in the video went by she/her. i didn’t really think about the persons gender at first but nothing about them indicated that they weren’t presenting as male.
someone corrected them by saying they actually went by he/him but that had me questioning, if someone hasn’t “transitioned” or changed anything about their appearance, how would we go about knowing their gender identity? should we refer to people as they beforehand?
also, if someone maintains the appearance and has privileges of being amab without making changes, would identifying as she/her be the right fit?
i was just wondering the thoughts on changing or not changing appearance when it comes to transitioning, specifically for mtf.
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2023.03.21 14:25 SEMassman1 Online only #southcoast MA. Wondering if we are jerking to the same milfs

Would like to connect with someone to see if were possibly JO to the same milfs. Not looking to do anything in person at all. 35 straight male. Have a old college friend up on my page for reference.
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2023.03.21 14:23 LittleRousseau What type of specialist should I ask my GP to refer me to for PMDD diagnosis (NHS - UK)

For context, I haven’t been formally diagnosed with PMDD but I have been keeping track of my symptoms for 2 and a half cycles on a form that I printed out called Daily Rating of Severity of Problems (something along those lines). I am autistic as well. Anyway I am absolutely desperate for help and I have had PMDD for as long as I’ve been menstruating , and I’m 29 this year. My mum also had PMDD when she was younger.
I have been living with this condition long enough and seen many GPs and even discussed it with a male psychiatrist once who dismissed it and didn’t even give it any time. But now I have the solid data to show them. So I would really appreciate from you other ladies who have suffered with this - if you could advise me on the best type of specialist I should ask my GP to refer me to. The NHS is limited and so I don’t think I can request specific people. But is it best to see a gynaecologist or a psychiatrist? Please help me. I just came out the other side of my worst 12 days of hellish symptoms so far, and I am so drained and just dreading it all over again next month. Please help 😔
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2023.03.21 14:15 clonetheidiot You get an email at your new job from an external sender, that reads: Watch out for Human Resources.

You are working your regular shift at your new job at a law firm, they recently terminated a wave of people, and hired you for way more than what you should be paid.
It's 11:45, no one else is in the office, and all you can hear is the buzz of the water cooler right next to you.
You hear the ding of an email, but it sounds wrong... You open your inbox to see what it is, and it's an email titled "Watch out for Human Resources." It also has bold, external sender letters in red. Intrigued, you open it anyways.
Hello, Kai Evergreen.
I am irrelevant. If you value your life, keep reading, or may lord have mercy on your soul; they won't.
You have accidentally just employed yourself at the world's worst firm, and the only one headed and ran by something more terrifying than what a six year old thinks is under their bed, I will refer to them as Human Resources, that's what they work as. {IT'S COMING}
Follow this short guide to the letter.
  1. HR officers are always male, with over-gelled, combed back brown hair. They wear a deep red tie, and black suits. Their shoes are black, and perfectly knotted.
1.1 If you see any of them with imperfections, such as a non-centered tie, or a loose shoelace, dial 781 on your company phone, and answer the operator's questions. After that, hide under your desk and pray that you aren't the one it's looking for.
  1. As terrifying as it may be, they will still perform the role of HR, if you need time off, or want to report someone, they are open.
2.1 There is no quitting.
  1. They are like spiders, at any given moment, they can have a "few" more limbs.
  2. They are everywhere, and they are always listening. Even when you go home, or out for that morning coffee with friends.
  3. {Remember to speak with Human Resources if you are sent an email by an external sender, like this one!}
  4. If you have violated any part of company policy, you will be called to an HR member's office, you may either stay at your cubicle (refer to 5.1), go to their office (refer to 5.2), or run (refer to 5.3)
5.1 Hiding in your cubicle will only work if they think you're somewhere else, they aren't as smart as us. Once they think you're elsewhere, hide under your desk, and wait. You will start to hear whispers, begging, nay, pleading for you to come out. They'll sound so welcoming and friendly, and above all else, convincing. Don't get out.
5.2 If you are fed up with this company, and want out, this is the best way to do it. Here's what you'll do, go to their office, and throw yourself out the window. What the officer is going to do to you is much worse than falling to your death.
5.3 If you want to run away, you'll need to {go to the office. We won't terminate our valuable employees :) you're always safe here in our office} Follow this to the letter, if you want to live.
  1. Always, always, always walk on the right side of the hallways! ALWAYS.
  2. This email may be corrupted, anything said inside of a brace is an attempt to mislead you.
8 {IT IS HERE, IT IS HERE, IT IS HERE :) COME JOIN US IN THE LIGHT, OR JOIN THE} Parts of this message have been purged under policy 684 section B sentence 4. Please contact IT, here, if you believe this to be a mistake.
  1. Other departments, such as IT, are often filled with non-humans. They are not hostile.
  2. Occasionally, they will reference "It coming", or it "being here". This is incredibly bad, when they say this, their mother is awake. Identify which subsection of rule 10 mostly fits the circumstance.
10.4 If they ever begin a chant, dial 736-914-8025. After which, they should stop.
This concludes the guide, once you close this email, it will delete.
One last thing, if a member of corporate calls you down to their office, pray.
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2023.03.21 14:15 DumbBitchKaleb Trying to simplify work on my anatomy

Trying to simplify work on my anatomy
Ive been trying to simplify my anatomy into shapes. The left one is supposed to be Female the right one is supposed to be Male. (I do think the left ones outstretched forearm is a bit too long.) Would you change anything?
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2023.03.21 14:10 Emotional-Deal-7319 He/him/"sir" hurts now...

For context: I'm french, AMAB. French is an extremely gendered language. Aside from nouns being gendered, adjectives are often gendered as well: when referring to women you often add suffixes like "-e" or "-euse" (as opposed to nothing and "-eux", respectively).
At first I didn't think this would bother me as much, but I'm slowly starting to hate them tbh. When taking a walk the other day some kids wanted me to help grab a ball back that they'd accidentally thrown out of bounds (I was happy to help), and they kept saying "sir"/"thank you sir"...and to be honest, it hurt like a thousand tiny needles. Not "ruin my day and break down crying bad", but more "this is pulling at my heartstrings".
I don't always notice it, but especially reading out male pronouns I feel bad. I keep wanting to add those female suffixes in in written conversation but I mostly don't because i'm not out and male-presenting. I get anxiety from filling in gender forms now. I guess I'm fine with my name for now but it mostly doesn't elicit any reaction beyond being a sound people make when talking about me.
It wouldn't be so bad if I wasn't constantly flipflopping through doubt or thinking I'm gaslighting myself...
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2023.03.21 14:07 Ashamed-Property-227 Is the concept of grooming and pedophilia absent in India?

Yesterday I saw a post where the girl was referring to how her bf is perfect and is a big "green flag". The shocking part was the age gap. The girl stated that her relationship started when she was barely 18 and her bf was 28. Most commentators warned her that her bf is a predator but she kept on defending him. I have personally seen how a 16-year-old girl was groomed by a 21-year-old guy. He married her only to dump her after having sex for a few years. She got depressed and nearly killed herself. Are arranged marriages between this younger females and older males really common in this country?
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