Is this a spinal lesion?
2024.11.29 19:39 Forward_Split4838 Is this a spinal lesion?
 | I have one T2 lesion noted on my brain mri but I noticed this spot on the T1 3D saggital image and on another t1 scan as well. My radiology report didn’t mention it. I am waiting for a referral for a full spinal and follow up head mri (in Ontario so the wait can be long) but looking for input as to why it wasn’t mentioned. submitted by Forward_Split4838 to askneurology [link] [comments] |
2024.11.29 19:39 Top_Badger_2550 Banning myself from NCAA ball
I dont do too bad overall but college ball this year has been terrible
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2024.11.29 19:39 Burnt_Tamale $DogeBonk 3M MC and 1 M liquidity
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2024.11.29 19:39 Short-Ad-8808 Thankful for him
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2024.11.29 19:39 Fun-Insect-6491 My Map of Great Britain (no trace) What do you think?
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2024.11.29 19:39 Smug_Penguin [m4a] the last of us style rp 2 years i.
I'm looking for a sort of still adjusting slice of life apocalypse rp were two complete strangers meet and have to learn to communicate and trust each other to survive on each others strength.
my general idea I was going on holiday to Germany when the outbreak began. it's been about 2 years since everything went to hell. there is no transport out or into the country and as far as we know the armies arent doing anything to help other then providing camps which feel more like prisons.
my character is Louis. he was 20 when the outbreak got serious and since then hasn't really kept track of the dates, just time. hes 5'9" white but tanned, dark brown mid length curly hair in a layered hair cut which has naturally grown shaggy, pale green eyes and his physique is average strength and slim build, not muscular or anything especially after he lived off minimal rationing for a while. he often wears a satchel bag on his side at all time and a large camping bag with a broken film camera strapped on it. hes been living off canned goods and common knowledge of fruits berries and things. hes never had the guts to kill but is considering it more. he Carrie's a survival knife and a journal he found in a survival shop and a hand pistol he took from a dead officer which hes never used and just stocked 26 bullets for.
before the outbreak he was a professional photographer and lived the stereotypical street kid life. smoked weed played guitar went out skateboarding with friends etc. but more of his character is ready for further in the plot.
I'm considering the way we meet is during a more hectic event like sirens or bells going off in the area one of us was camping by and we count on eachother to get out of the situation. deciding well help eachother from there on out.
this plot is very flexible and I'm up for discussion if someone wants to. I just live story building and casual writing to keep up with practicing and stretching my creativity.
a little information about the real me is I'm lewis and I'm from england so keep that In mind when it comes to response time if your from another country with a different time zone. I'm a full time student so usually answer my messages after 5 and that kind of time.
let me know if your interested and I'd love to make a great story with another creative mind.
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2024.11.29 19:39 pancaketac0 Buy Direct or Amazon
If price is the same...isthere any benefit buying direct from Recteq?
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2024.11.29 19:39 MagazineExpert3098 New better question: What significant arguments can be used to persuade a court to shorten the copyright term.
If, however, some group of people decides to go to court and write a very good petition, perhaps or something a little different, then what arguments can be used in favor of reducing copyright? Like what kind of positive impact can this have? What benefit can this bring to the government and other people?Well, and other things.
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2024.11.29 19:39 TooTone07 Thief Simulator VR Coop
Has anyone heard when the coop game is supposed to release? Last i heard was q4 2024
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2024.11.29 19:39 Brewer_Lex My Starter Freighter
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2024.11.29 19:39 Signal_Load_8450 Started doing a 20 cents to 1k
I’ve been on a 5 play winning streak might as well post it here
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2024.11.29 19:39 Seriphyn The unfortunate bugs of the otherwise awesome UK pack
- UK medium density flats won't spawn until milestone Grand Village
- UK medium density terraced corner lots won't spawn until milestone Tiny Town
- Certain UK medium density terraced units (particularly 4-deep or 3-wide ones, I *think*) won't spawn until a later milestone, either Grand Village or Tiny Town.
- Not all UK mixed housing units appear to have an equal chance to spawn, with 2x2 units favouring the brutalist over alternative options.
- Businesses do not appear to want to move into UK mixed housing units.
- Spacious vs small homes bonuses and maluses appear to be applied disproportionately, with -30 'small homes' applied to medium density, and +19 applied to semi-detached.
The creators must be aware at this point, so fingers crossed. Post any others you seem to be experiencing.
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2024.11.29 19:39 kayla_playsviolin what is “caste”?
im guessing hicaste is basically the rich, mid caste the middle class and lowcaste the poor? can someone tell me if im right? im pretty sure im right about the hicaste because they live in regatta bay.
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2024.11.29 19:39 Nearby_Pound_6356 Should I bother with a traffic lawyer?
I’m a teen living in NYS, and I got clocked going 72mph in a 55. I know that’s about 4 points on my record.
I was on my way to my college, it was my birthday and my family had a surprise for me which was super nice, but because of that, I was running a little late. I’m on the president's list and depend on staying on that to get my scholarships for when I transfer upstate because I can’t afford tuition without them, as I mentioned was running late, which this specific teacher gives out tardiness affects your attendance rate. Because of this, I was in a little bit of a rush, the person in front of me was going under the speed limit, presumably because the officer was ahead which I didn’t see. I started to pass them, saw the officer hit his brakes, and knew that I was getting pulled over so I just moved to the right and he lit me up.
However, the police officer told me to plead not guilty, as it was my birthday, and he said he didn’t want to ruin my day. I did VIA mail, the letter came back with a date for the pretrial, which my mother unfortunately opened. And she was angry. So I can’t ask her for advice. What should I expect going into pre-trial? Is it worth it to get a traffic lawyer? I can’t afford my insurance going up higher, and also can’t afford a pricey ticket.
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2024.11.29 19:39 OneAd4563 Dani
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2024.11.29 19:39 UnalloyedSaintTrina A White Flower's Tithe (Chapter 6: The Confession
Plot Synopsis: In an unknown location, five unrepentant souls - The Pastor, The Sinner, The Captive, The Surgeon, and The Surgeon's Assistant - have gathered to perform a heretical rite. This location, a small, unassuming room, is packed tight with an array of seemingly unrelated items - power tools, medical equipment, liters of blood, a piano, ancestral scripture, and a small vial laced on the inside by disintegrated petals. With these relics and tools, the makeshift congregation intends to trick Death. Four of them will not leave the room after the ritual is complete. Only one knew they were not leaving this room ahead of time.
Elsewhere, a mother and daughter reunite after a decade of separation. Sadie, the daughter, was taken out of her mother's custody after an accident in her teens left her effectively paraplegic and without a father. Amara, her childhood best friend, convinces her family to take Sadie in after the tragedy. Over time, Sadie begins to forgive her mother's role in her accident and travels to visit her for the first time in a decade at Amara's behest.
Sadie's homecoming will set events into motion that will reveal her connection to the heretical rite, unravel and distort her understanding of existence, and reveal the desperate lengths that humanity will go to redeem itself.
Chapter 0: Prologue
Chapter 1: Sadie and the Sky Above
Chapter 2: Amara, The Blood Queen, and Mr. Empty
Chapter 3: The Captive, The Surgeon, and The Insatiable Maw
Chapter 4: The Pastor and The Stolen Child
Chapter 5: Marina Harlow, The Betrayal, and God's Iris
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Chapter 6: The Confession
Sadie felt her eyelids calmly flutter open. She couldn’t precisely recall what had come before this moment, and that amnesia initially made Sadie uneasy, but the familiar serenity of the current moment enveloped and subsumed her smoldering anxiety. She detected the velvety caress of grass against the bare skin of her back, softly cradling her body above cold earth. Sadie smelt fresh, arboreal pine when she breathed in through her nose, and heard delicate wind spiral blissfully around her ears while she breathed out through her mouth. As her vision fixed from the formless blurs of retreating sleep to a single, discrete image, Sadie gasped; from her position on the ground, the sky above was unlike anything she had ever seen before.
It was pearly like bright light, but it did not carry the same harshness that made you want to shield your eyes. Somehow, the iridescence did not cause her to squint, no matter how intensely she focused on it. The pearly background was accented by what appeared to be something similar to the Aurora Borealis in the foreground, with glittering wavelengths of green and blue cascading through the atmosphere, strings of color lying in parallel with each other like musical bar-lines to an unheard cosmic song.
She sensed herself hypnotized by the radiant nebula above, making it impossible for Sadie to turn away or close her eyes. After some time, however, Sadie’s trance was finally broken by a feeling she couldn’t ignore - a reflexive wiggle of her toes as a swaying blade of grass glided up the sole of her right foot.
As much as she tried, Sadie was physically unable to bring herself to sitting position so she could better appreciate the unexpected reappearance of her legs. But she felt them - every hair, every pore, every ligament, tendon and joint, interconnected and accounted for. Somehow, she was whole again in this kaleidoscopic daydream. Or perhaps this was reality, and that other place, that fractured and chaotic landscape, was just a protracted nightmare that she had finally woken up from.
Sadie was briefly lost in that wish when she felt each of her hands grasped by another as her arms lay at her side. Despite being unable to sit up, Sadie determined that she was still able to tilt her head side-to-side. When she tilted her head to the right, Sadie saw a mirror image of herself had clasped her hand. While observed, the copy reflected and doubled her movements and facial expressions. As she watched more closely, however, she noticed subtle differences between her and her doppelgänger - a rogue freckle here, and a subtly nonidentical facial movement there. It was an almost perfect replica, but the human essence, it seemed to Sadie, refused to be replicated perfectly - always finding some way to diverge and make itself a true individual, no matter the circumstances.
Although decidedly surreal, and a bit uncanny, the doppelgänger did not frighten or upset Sadie. When she turned her head the other direction to determine who was holding her left hand, however, she experienced an indescribable dread arise from the base of her skull - a biting flame that exploded violently through her vasculature, swimming down her spine and inflaming the rest of her body with a burning panic.
Even in her mutated state, Sadie could recognize that the thing holding her left hand was Amara - an unforgettably familiar set of cheek dimples held up by a rounded chin and curved smile. It was a face that had comforted and soothed Sadie thousands of times before, making the visage inexorably imprinted in her memory. The top half of her head, in comparison, was nearly unrecognizable - a horrific, ungodly caricature of Amara. Snowball sized domes erupted asymmetrically over her scalp and forehead, random and haphazard like popped kettlecorn. The lumps viscously competed for space and prominence on her head, resulting in an innumerable array of small breaks in her strained skin as they grew over each other, expanding and stretching her epidermis to its absolute limit. Amara’s head extended at least two additional feet from the growths, with unorganized splotches of hair draped limply over some. Both of her eyes were obscured by the bubbling flesh, but Sadie could tell Amara was looking right at her, somehow still able to perceive her gaze, in spite of the baleful tumors.
Accented by the thrum of what sounded like distant thunder, Sadie’s sky began to reshape itself - transitioning from the radiant, pearly atmosphere to a beige, synthetic-looking half-moon, like she was entombed inside of a giant, plastic hose.
In the control room of the MRI machine, Marina called for an additional dose of intravenous sedative, having noticed that Sadie was starting to stir.
Once she stilled, Marina pushed a syringe with the special, floral contrast through her veins, and waited.
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In stark contrast to her daydream, Sadie awoke from her artificial sleep bluntly, going from an unnatural state of dormancy to alert and disorientated in a matter of seconds. She flailed defensively in response to the confusion, trying to get her still drowsy muscles to coordinate themselves enough to protect her from the unknown threat. Unable to stand up from the leather recliner in Marina’s living room, Sadie pivoted her head from right to left to evaluate her surroundings. When her head turned left, she saw Amara kneeling next to her and holding her hand, causing Sadie to release a muffled, uncoordinated scream.
Marina then appeared from out of view, petting the right side of her head lovingly in an attempt to calm Sadie. Simultaneously, Amara stroked her hand, reassuring her that she was safe and secure. When Sadie was able to appreciate the normality of Amara’s flesh and skull, she began to relax.
Once her vocal cords could adequately move, she spoke:
"What the fuck is going on? What…what happ-, what happened…?” still slurring from tranquilzers.
”Nothing Sadie, you’re okay, you’re okay. Me and Marina made a mistake” Amara confidently remarked, ”Just listen, and I’ll explain everything.”
When James began his practiced monologue, penned by Marina and James but vocalized via Amara’s unwilling tongue, Marina stepped away and into the kitchen. She struggled to catch her breath due to the pangs of guilt crackling through her body like rifle shots, forcefully pushing her backward and out of the room. She told herself that she didn’t know how Sadie was going to react to truth, but that was a lie - there was no redeeming what her and James had done, a conclusion her daughter would no doubt come to as well. They were both too far gone - too deep in the tar and the mire to ever resurface.
Still, she let James proceed.
”Do you remember the night that I almost died ? In the parking lot, when I had an asthma attack but I had forgotten my inhaler?”
Sadie shook her head in affirmation, clearly unable to conjure anything more substantial through the thick fog of bewilderment.
”Well, Marina and I need to tell you something really important about that night. I’m not going to sugarcoat it - this is going to be a lot to take at once. Marina and I were afraid of how you’d react, so we slipped an anti-anxiety medication into that peach tea, without telling you. My idea. But we put way too much in clearly, because you passed out. But Marina is a doctor, she examined you - you’re completely okay. We shouldn’t have done that, and we’re both really sorry for the scare and the confusion”
In reality, Sadie’s brain had been MRI’d while she was sedated. They needed to see how her brain reacted to The Pastor's special contrast - an attempt to determine if a small part of The Pastor had found its way from Marina and into Sadie.
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Marina felt wholly unprepared for the delivery of their confession, despite the years of sleepless nights spent simulating the near-infinite directions the conversation could go. In last few months, she had conceded that it was just impossible for her to ever feel ready to disclose their crimes, and that had afforded her a modicum of rest.
It all felt justified in the moment - Sadie still needed a parent in her life, still deserved a parent in her life. But after the accident, neither of them could be the parent that Sadie deserved. James had been hiding out with his father, Lance Harlow, now going by the monicker of Gideon Freedman, in the aftermath of that day. When both men approached Marina in secret with a mutually beneficial proposition two weeks after the accident, she had reluctantly accepted.
The plan was to implant James’ exchanged soul into Amara with Lance's instruction. Then, James would get a year to be by Sadie’s side, able to covertly give her guidance and enjoy a camouflaged relationship with his daughter. After that year passed, Lance planned to MRI Amara’s brain with the special contrast from the Cacisin flower, hoping to find hard evidence of James’ transplanted soul - that was the deal, the compromise. With that evidence, he would publish his magnum opus, detailing his theories in full, bloody detail. Lance was unsure what would become of James/Amara after that, but that was none of his concern. If he accomplished the rite and published his research, The Pastor may still be afforded academic immortality, despite having been deprived of a heavenbound soul to carry his consciousness into the next life, on account of his many sins. Of course, Marina had never intended for the details of that horrific experiment to surface, which is why she had the revolver hidden in that abandoned hospital room before the rite even began.
Now, unfortunately, with The Pastor near-death after a decade of detainment, their house of cards was beginning to topple, prompting action.
Marina never imagined that James would manifest within Amara’s skull as cancer. Truthfully, she couldn’t prove that James had caused her tumor beyond a shadow of a doubt. That said, the sequence of events was damning enough for Marina to believe it wholeheartedly, even without confirmation. She implanted James’ exchanged soul into Amara via the inhaler, only to have Amara develop a one-in-million cancer months later in the exact location that the exchanged soul is normally housed; the pineal gland. The circumstances were beyond coincidence. She had almost a decade to grieve and to speculate about why she had remained cancer-free, despite the fact that she held Lance’s exchanged soul in her head, as well as her own. Eventually, she concluded that it must of have been Amara’s age. Marina was an infant when Lance implanted his soul into her, perhaps that allowed it to meld to hers without devolving into malignancy - the younger the soul, the more pliable it was.
That last part, Marina was able to prove definitively. When Lance MRI'd her brain, there was only evidence of three souls - not four. Marina's exchanged soul had clearly merged with The Pastor's, for better or for worse. If it had shown all four, Lance would have been able to publish his results with the help of Marina's imaging.
Unfortunately, The Pastor required more unwilling subjects.
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James, as Amara, continued:
”That day, I did die. For a second, at least. Something happened before Marina revived me, though. Something miraculous.”
A body-wide chill radiated through Marina. This wasn’t on-script - this wasn't what her and James had agreed to in advance.
”Before I tell you the miracle, though, I have to tell you something else. Your Dad died in a car crash hours after he made that horrible mistake”
No, he certainly did not, Marina thought to herself. Alarm bells began ringing in her head like emergency sirens heralding an approaching natural disaster.
What the fuck was James doing?
”Well, I loved you so much - I mean, your Dad loved you so much, that his soul was hanging around you after he died. Followed you everywhere you'd go. So when I died for that split-second, I was able to absorb his soul - he was right there next to you and next to me. I didn’t know it at first, I wouldn't find out for a while, actually - but now, I’m so grateful we merged. We’ve been able to help you so much. When I realized that James and I had merged, I went to Marina. We’ve known for years - we were just never sure how to tell you. But we agreed that you’re finally old enough to know the truth.”
James turned away from Sadie to face me. His expression was tense and pointed. It was threat - agree with this revision, or suffer the consequences.
”Right, Marina?”
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2024.11.29 19:39 bajie90 小狗住专属的自建房！住的比我好
【网评】累死累活干了一天回家刷到这条天都塌了
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https://reddit.com/link/1h2tyl4/video/trfd3r4q8w3e1/player
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2024.11.29 19:39 Ellieerotica2 Easy Friday
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2024.11.29 19:39 69silangel69 Detroit Officer Involved in Shooting at Summer Block Party Incident
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2024.11.29 19:39 Delicious_Nothing_39 Mega Altaria raid 954452611858
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2024.11.29 19:39 ohlkinich07 Leon Russell & Friends - A Song For You - (1971)
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2024.11.29 19:39 genius1soum Seriously? Such a turnoff, waiting here for 15 mins just to track the shipment of my order which has been delayed by 2 days. We should all stop buying from Best Buy.
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2024.11.29 19:39 first_viper Do I keep waiting?
A couple of weeks ago I posted about me dating someone and liking someone at the same time and from the I’ve broke up with my ex. Me and the one I like have gotten closer over the weeks but today I’ve found out that there is another guy that she kinda likes but she’s not 100% if she dose or not. Now idk why but I ask “what if me and him asked you out on the same day” (u are properly asking why don’t u ask her out now and I haven’t because she wants to get use to things at her new job) and she said that she will say yes to the first person that asked and also asked what if she asked u out and she said “I would say no”. So after this thinking she likes me and thinking I’m not only guy do I want or let her go? (Sorry if some parts makes no sense, ask me questions if needed)
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2024.11.29 19:39 ivv-sch Science Project (Finally had an idea) - Procedure Help?
So my concept is something along the lines of:
How can we apply the principles of game theory to optimize urban traffic congestion?
My hypothesis is, by applying game theory to model driver interactions and lane-changing behaviors, optimized traffic management strategies can be developed that reduce congestion and improve traffic flow efficiency in urban areas.
The biggest obstacle I have is how I'm doing my procedure.
I wanted to do something along the lines of Robert Axelrod's experiment (playing prisoners dilemma with a large sample of people - look it up, or watch matpat's last theory) but I'm really unsure how to bring it out.
I was originally going to program a traffic simulation software based of vissim and have participants play it, their goal being to head to one destination in the least amount of time. I'll do something like: Will you cut the person in the next lane or continue in your own? As apart of the decisions. Will being self-beneficial help get you there faster, or will benefiting the cars around you get you there faster? The whole thing I'm trying to take from this is that alot of the things we do throughout our lives is like a big game of prisoners dilemma, or smth. Game theory is everywhere, basically.
But now I realize that this method is heavily flawed because of irregular traffic patterns, and the ways other cars act, etc.
Can anyone give any feedback? Any would really help.
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2024.11.29 19:39 Special_Horse_8446 Heart races if i eat before/shortly after taking my medication
i’m eighteen years old & i also have a chronic illness called pots, so i know that my experience is pretty complicated!
i have severe adhd and the medication helps in so many ways for so many things… but it definitely increases my heart rate. i don’t have a family doctor at the moment, just one who gives refills at the walk in clinic. i’ve talked about a beta blocker but he’s concerned about my low blood pressure and says that i shouldn’t be adding medication — if it gets really bad i should just go off my meds. he lowered my dose from 50 mg to 20 mg.
doctors are complicated for me right now and i’m trying to look for a family doctor. it’s a long story but i’ll skip over and go straight to my issue.
whenever i eat before meds or i take them and eat shortly after, my heart starts pounding. i get very foggy and i can feel my heart pounding in my back. it’s hard to breathe. i need to lay down for it to go down.
if i have an empty stomach and i take my meds (and my stomach stays empty for the next… few hours), i do great! the meds benefit my pots and my adhd. but it sucks, because i want to eat.
i don’t know if anyone else deals with something similar. i’m a little concerned and i know i should be talking to a doctor, but that’s going to take another week and i just thought i’d talk to some people who also take vyvanse! thank you.
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