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2025.01.30 08:32 The_Messy_Mompreneur Mystery color by number

Mystery color by number Got this book on Etsy, using in ProCreate with Copic marker brushes. This one looks like it may be a boat on the water.
I’ve seen these but I didn’t like that you can only color them once. With the digital version, once I find out what the picture is, I can go back and color it with different t brushes or in any other way I want. I can even play around with different shades,
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2025.01.30 08:32 Mesembri Тематични кафенета

Има ли такива в София?
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2025.01.30 08:32 sherylYY Grad School is a Marathon, Not a Sprint—So Why Does It Feel Like a Treadmill?

Grad school isn’t just about research, papers, and never-ending deadlines—it’s an extreme test of endurance. If you’re feeling stuck in the grind, here are some survival strategies to make it through without losing your sanity:
1️⃣ Write Before You Feel Ready – Waiting for the perfect idea before you start? Don’t. Get words on the page, even if they’re terrible. Future-you can edit, but they can’t fix a blank document.
2️⃣ The Pomodoro Method is Your Friend – Research and writing drain your brain fast. Work in focused bursts (25-50 minutes), then take a real break. Your productivity will thank you.
3️⃣ Network Without Cringing – The best opportunities often come from conversations, not applications. Go to that seminar, email that researcher, and make connections—even if it feels awkward.
4️⃣ Your Advisor is Not Your Therapist – A good advisor can be a great mentor, but they can’t (and shouldn’t) be your only source of support. Build a network of peers who understand the struggle.
5️⃣ Celebrate Small Wins – Finishing a chapter, getting through a tough week, or even just showing up—these things matter. A dissertation is built one page at a time.
Grad school is tough, but you’re not alone in the grind. What’s your go-to strategy for staying sane? Or have you just accepted the chaos and powered through?
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2025.01.30 08:32 Pretty_Department806 Geile Beine

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2025.01.30 08:32 HMUif1isto1 Help! Fees or Installment

So I had to use my UB Platinum Rewards visa credit card for emergency hospital expenses. Unfortunately this happened during my transition to my new job, and my final pay is not yet given, as well as my first salary from my new job. (my first salary will be given around 15 days after my due date, and I'll surely be able to settle my whole balance my then)
I am now contemplating what I should do... Should I apply my balance for an installment, or should I just pay the penalties and fees. After emailing customer service, they said that: "Finance charge is computed as: Actual Balance x 0.36x#ofdays / 360". Considering this, it looks to be very small (too good to be true, actually). I'll surely be able to settle this come my first salary, and is significantly less than total installment interests.
My main concern is just knowing if this interest penalty calculation provided is accurate, or if there are any additional fees besides this, and any credit implications this may mean for me in the future.
Any inputs or recommendations from anyone is highly appreciated!
Thanks!
TLDR: Won't be able to pay my cc balance until ~15 days after due date, should I just shoulder the penalties or apply it for an installment?
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2025.01.30 08:32 JollyOwl- I needed a popper!

I needed a popper! Potato/cream cheese/panko/seasoning
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2025.01.30 08:32 VladoSTX Could my medication be affecting my sex life?

Could starting thyroid medication be responsible for my recent erectile dysfunction symptoms? I am 20 years old and have Hashimoto's disease, but my thyroid levels are currently neither hypo- nor hyperthyroid. I had no issues before starting the medication, so could there be a connection?
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2025.01.30 08:32 tubaintothewildfern A Palestinian child asks google this heartbreaking question

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2025.01.30 08:32 Superb_Business5106 CAP Slot Booking postponed 30th 5PM

The slot booking now commences at 5 PM
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2025.01.30 08:32 punisher_ny A little help (great help)

A little help (great help) Also could someone give advice, that should I buy more Coal India and Adani Ports?
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2025.01.30 08:32 tubaintothewildfern A Palestinian child asks google this heartbreaking question

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2025.01.30 08:32 winona_riderr REO or PRTC for f2f hybrid review

Hello po! May I ask for your opinion po which is more advantaged po sa 2 RCs I've mentioned if f2f or hybrid learning po. Thank you in advance po sa mga sasagot!✨️
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2025.01.30 08:32 Fair_Ask670 kiest u maar wel kiezen aub

https://www.ferendum.com/nl/PID2280966PSD1638512058
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2025.01.30 08:32 IntelligentFlower944 Krutika Plays 🖤

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2025.01.30 08:32 ganonboars Her favorite toy is an Among Us plushie

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2025.01.30 08:32 Trying2GetBetter1 Rough morning

Woke up with a bad urge and went to text one of my so called no fap friends and they sent me porn now urges are so much worse
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2025.01.30 08:32 juhbuh Anti Ban Mobile Panel ?? 💀 100% Safe !!

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2025.01.30 08:32 BarbedWire3 Dog pranks owners

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2025.01.30 08:32 tubaintothewildfern A Palestinian child asks google this heartbreaking question

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2025.01.30 08:32 dizzymorningdragon The US government's open data on Data.gov is currently being scrubbed

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2025.01.30 08:32 scopesolo OnTheGoSystems is hiring remotely a Ruby on Rails Developer.

OnTheGoSystems is hiring remotely a Ruby on Rails Developer. OnTheGoSystems is hiring Ruby on Rails Developer.
🌎 Remote - Anywhere
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2025.01.30 08:32 ShtrigaStyle People becomes more toxic while going higher MMRs

I stop playing Dota 2 for a while. After that break I only played unranked matches with my low mmr(lower than me) friends. It was all good. At some point my friends left me alone and I recalibrated and started solo ranked games.
Unranked games, recalibration games and legend rank games were fun. After i reached ancient and geting closer to divine i realized that almost every game one of my teammates started to grief.
I have over 11.5k beheaviour score and always tries to calm people down. But no matter what happens one of the other 4 people always goes afk. Most of the games we are ahead when they goes afk as well.
I really don't understand these people. If you do not like the game and do not want to play the game just uninstall ATP. Why you hate your life?
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2025.01.30 08:32 TetsuoZaibatsu Cyclops MVC2 Homage

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2025.01.30 08:32 asxtrobrian i feel so alone. i need to vent and be listened to

WARNING — this could be very triggering to read, please take caution
Please don’t suggest medication, supplements or methods for my health. Please don’t suggest what you think I could have or something else to test out, I find it incredibly triggering right now and I just want to vent and be listened to, not go on another diagnostic search. Please respect this.
I’ve been chronically ill with POTS, endometriosis and recently type 1 diabetes, for almost 7 years and it’s completely taken over my life. Unfortunately, my number one symptom is n. I’ve had horrendous, often unbearable n for years and there were many, MANY times I was sure I would v*. It’s taken a massive toll on my mental toll, causing depression, anxiety disorders and agoraphobia, and lots of trauma. The people in this sub are the only ones who would understand how terrifying and traumatic this kind of thing is, so I felt I needed to come here with this because I haven’t gotten support from anyone in my life and I’m really struggling.
2024 was an incredibly hard year for me for many reasons, mostly unrelated to my chronic illness, because for the most part I had gotten used to the level of sick I feel every day. It’s sad and pitiful, but true. My everyday is so different than it was a decade ago, my brain and body have changed and adjusted a lot to feeling horrible over the years. Anyway, the year was really hard on me and I was under so much stress that I was sure something bad would happen to my health. Well, I was right..
In early October, almost 4 months ago, I went from my “normal” levels of sickness, to a level that almost killed me. I woke up on the 9th fine, ate like I normally did, which was a decently large amount of food, and felt very full and like I might v* for an hour or so. It started to calm down after that and I decided to go on a car ride with my mom who I currently live with. Not even a minute into the car ride, I started to feel severely n. The type of n I’ve only felt when I’m going to v. I’m not going to get into as many details as I could because I’ve learned how triggering it is to go through all that again mentally, even though I so desperately crave to be understood and comforted through this. To make a long and excruciating day short, I spent the next 3-4 hours fighting with every fiber of my being to not v. The n* was indescribably bad, so bad I tried to make myself v* multiple times over the course of 4 more hours because I could not handle the n. I’ve never done that in my life. I swear I would’ve and still would rather die than v, but the n* was THAT bad. I can’t describe it any other way, but it was destroying me and I acted out of desperation.
Despite my efforts, I couldn’t v. I guess my body really refused after all, but it was an excruciating 12 hours. What my mind went through during that time, what my body went through has scarred me. The next day I was still feeling very ill and refused to eat or drink until my n was at least at the level I’m used to. I went to an urgent care and when they were convinced I was pregnant (which I’m not), I went to the ER. They ran blood tests only and gave me zofran, which has never worked for me. They found my potassium low so they gave me iv potassium, something I hadn’t ever gotten before. They gave me reglan for the n* when the zofran didn’t touch it, and between that and the iv potassium, I went through another horrible few hours. I developed akathisia immediately from the reglan and violently convulsed until the medicine wore off, which took hours. I went into a state I don’t really know how to describe, something like dissociation but also being trapped in my body. It was horrible, something I’ll never forget and something I’m terrified to ever experience again. Eventually after spending the whole day in the ER, they sent me home and I attempted eating. Eating went okay that first night, but I was so scared after what I’d experienced. What I didn’t know is that I had an entire month of worse coming for me.
After a few days at home, dealing with the n, vertigo, dizziness and not being able to eat more than a few bites or drink more than a couple sips of water, I ended up exactly where I was on day one, with the most severe n ive ever felt in my life. I couldn’t move my head, I couldn’t speak, and I always had a plastic bag with me because I was SURE, and it broke my mind to be in that state. Constant fight or flight, I’ve never been more terrified. I went back to the ER in the middle of the night and was given zofran again, which again, didn’t do anything. My n* persisted through the morning and my nervous system was so overactive from the fear I felt that my muscles cramped and I shook uncontrollably for hours. They decided to keep me overnight to run more tests and try to see if they could figure out what was going on. Later that afternoon, after multiple zofran doses did absolutely nothing, I was given compazine for the n. If you don’t know anything about reglan or compazine, they’re known to give horrible side effects, especially akathisia. After my experience with reglan, I was scared to try anything new but I went for it because I was desperate for the n to end. The compazine gave me a more severe reaction (akathisia again) than the reglan, and lasted much longer. The next few days were torturous, and I do mean that word in every sense. I hallucinated and wanted to rip my skin off, I felt like I was dying yet also already dead somehow. In my dissociative state, I accidentally admitted to being suicidal and was put on a suicide risk watch. My mom, who was with me through it all, cried a lot during this time. I guess it must’ve looked really bad from another perspective.
I was hospitalized for a week and many procedures were done to me, so many of them invasive and painful. Every test known to man was run on me and everything came back fine always. My n* was the same, and I only ate one bite of food throughout my entire stay. I barely drank any water and relied on iv fluids. After being mistreated and diabetes being completely out of wack thanks to the nurses, i was discharged after a week and went home with nothing more than i came with, besides a boat load of new medications which did nothing to help.
At home, i hoped that I could slowly increased the amount of food i was able to tolerate without severe n* and g**ging and slowly but surely get better. I could only tolerate 4-5 noodles per day, or a bite of food, anything more and i felt horrendous. It was the same without whatever food i tried, whenever i tried it, and with any liquids too. It was like i had suddenly developed severe gastroparesis overnight, but that was the only thing the doctors didn’t test for (mainly because I couldn’t tolerate enough food for the test). I spent the next 10 days doing the same thing, day in and day out, and eventually by the last 2 days, I couldn’t stand or even sit up without severe tachycardia and loss of consciousness. I didn’t know it at the time, but I was hours away from death.
I sent my pcp a message telling her everything that was going on and she told me to immediately call an ambulance to take me to the best hospital she knew of. I was skeptical about going right away, because I’ve always invalidated and minimized my struggles, but it was the correct thing to do. Even though I minimized it, I felt like I was dying. I kept having this running thought that I might be dying, and my dog refused to leave my side the entire day. I now think my dog had a sense of the state of my health. When the paramedics and ambulance arrived, my blood sugar was in the 40s and I wasn’t aware at all. I wasn’t able to eat enough to get my blood sugar up, so they rushed me to the ER. At the ER, I spent the next few hours getting blood drawn endlessly and more invasive and painful procedures, and was asked if I consented to CPR and resuscitation. At that point I knew I was in deep trouble but I couldn’t really wrap my head around it, I still can’t.
I wanted to say no so bad. I was so tired and so, so scared. The idea of dying and being brought back to the life I was living felt like torture, and I so badly wanted to say no, but I forced out a yes because my mom was present. In my exhaustion and desperation, I admitted to her about forcing myself to consent. For the first time ever, my mom told me she would mourn endlessly, but she would rather I “go” if it meant I didn’t have to suffer anymore. My mom is the last person to say this, she’s always been very hard about perseverance and resilience, especially to me. At that point I really felt like I was at my end. If whatever was eating away at me didn’t kill me, I might’ve myself. I’ve never been so hopeless, helpless and absolutely terrified in my entire life. I’d never been in such excruciating emotional (and physical) pain and distress in my life. I’ve been through so much, so much so that I was diagnosed was c-ptsd long before this, I’ve experienced my dad dying, abuse, severe mental illness, multiple family members dying and a lot of other big traumas, but never in my life has I felt so helpless and afraid.
I found out the next day that I was in a severe state of DKA (diabetic ketoacidosis) from prolonged starvation and stress on my body. Somehow, both DKA and a low blood sugar almost killed me on the same day. I found out that because of the state I was in, the DKA, starvation, dehydration and severe electrolyte imbalances, I was hours away from death and would’ve died if I didn’t call the ambulance when I did. My results came back and I was in an extremely critical state, something I couldn’t comprehend with the way I was conscious and talking. It’s still so hard to wrap my head around it, how close I was to dying.
The first day at the 3rd hospital, I was in excruciating, 10/10 pain. My doctors were convinced I had kidney stones from the severe dehydration over the last month, but testing took a long time. I wasn’t given any pain meds for an entire day and eventually became so desperate that I wanted to stab myself to relieve the pain a bit. Because I’d be staying in the ICU for a while, I was given a deep vein IV (not sure of the name) which was a very painful process. It was the only relief and distraction I felt from the other pain the entire day. Finally, after my mom threw a fit, I was given morphine. It relieved the pain just enough that I didn’t want to hurt myself anymore, but caused yet another distressing night of side effects. I went into another severe dissociative state and couldn’t tell what was real and what wasn’t. I said things without recognizing I was speaking, and once again, was put on suicide risk for words I didn’t even know I had said.
The next couple days were spent doing more procedures and testing to see what was originally wrong, while also correcting the severe DKA. I had an exploratory laparoscopy scheduled for a week later, and that was my only source of hope in finding what was happening to me. In that week leading up to the surgery, I was given countless medications and treatments, from potassium to magnesium to addictive substances, all ranging from giving painful side effects, to inducing hallucinatory and dissociative states, to worsening my nausea, to causing me to stop breathing. A couple days in, I had a random seizure episode (and my first one) which was believed to have been caused by either severe distress or electrolyte imbalances. I was scared out of my mind, experiencing so much at once and left with empty result after result, leaving me to think I might not have a life worth living anymore. Finally, the day before my surgery, I was given iv Ativan, and was finally able to tolerate a little bit of food. The first amount of food I had eaten in over and month. I still couldn’t drink liquids, but it was enough to give me some strength for the surgery.
The day of the surgery I was terrified. I felt like this surgery would determine whether or not my life was worth living anymore, whether I would take my life or not. It was all I had left. The surgery went well, and some more endometriosis lesions and inflammatory adhesions were found. My appendix was also in a horrible state and it turned out I had been in a state of chronic appendicitis for who knows how long, and it was caught just before it might’ve burst. The next few days were really hard, I still wasn’t able to eat and struggled a lot with post-op pain and bad reactions to the narcotics. The state of pain I was in for nearly my entire state was so bad that even dilaudid didn’t take it away, I just had to take the pain for my entire stay. 5 days post-op, I still couldn’t eat or drink, so I was given another dose of Ativan, which helped me enough that I could eat again for the first time since before my surgery. Doctors were glad to have found endometriosis again and remove it, but they didn’t know what else to do for my n* and inability to eat or drink. They moved me down from the ICU to a lesser intense unit, and I was discharged around a week after my surgery.
Since then, my ability to eat has improved enough that I can tolerate one cup of water per day and about one full meal, split up into 5-6 feedings throughout the course of 24 hours. It’s not where I want to be, but it’s enough that I haven’t been hospitalized again. The first month home after my discharge, I was in a severe state of dissociation. Days passed and I couldn’t remember what I’d done during the day, I didn’t recognize myself as a person and even less what happened over the last month as something that happened to ME. I was heavily disconnected for that first month, up until I had to go back to the ER for severe ketones in early December. Actually, the same day that all of this started, the 9th. For some reason that I still don’t know, my ketones had risen to extreme levels and I felt terrible, so much so that I couldn’t fix it at home. The night before, the 8th, I felt so terrible, SO n* and in so much pain that I wrote a suicide note and cried myself to sleep, which was the first time I’d cried since my discharge at the hospital (because I was so numb and disconnected). I went to the ER early on December 9th and hoped to be in and out quickly and easily with some fluids and maybe some relief for my n* and pain. Going back to the ER, the same one I went to the first time I was hospitalized, was already difficult enough on its own, but it got worse.
It was packed that day and I spent around an hour in the waiting room. In the last 15 minutes I was waiting to be called to a room, a guy sat a few feet in front of me with a v* bag. I was instantly anxious but tried to keep calm, watching him and trying to convince myself it wouldn’t happen. Well, in the last 2 minutes before I was called, he started to violently and loudly v* into his bag. I couldn’t pull my earbuds out fast enough, so I heard every second of it. I went into fight or flight again and walked away to a different section of the waiting room, where I was called back almost immediately. I lost my ability to walk from my fear and had to be wheeled to my room. There, they gave me zofran again (eye roll) and ran tests. My ketones were high but I wasn’t in DKA again so I just needed fluids to get them down. They ran some more imaging tests just to be sure I wasn’t dealing with any obstructions causing the nausea and pain, and everything came back fine.
I asked if I could be given something for my anxiety, because after witnessing that guy v*, I didn’t think I could handle myself. I was terrified it was noro or terrified I would somehow get whatever he had. It had also been extremely triggering regardless of the possibility that it was contagious and I felt like I would be a threat to myself if I didn’t get help. I was given Ativan and it drastically reduced my anxiety, and I was discharged. I made it home and took a long shower, trying to metaphorically wash off the events of the day. That night, I had a panic attack and began crying uncontrollably. Since that day, I’ve been experiencing severe ptsd and the crying and panic hasn’t stopped. My mental health is…. I don’t even know. It feels more like my soul was broken than anything.
I know it’s all science, I know I have ptsd on top of c-ptsd now, I know all the technical aspects of what my mind and body went through in the state of survival and terror, but it feels so much more than that. So much was taken from me. So much so that the words don’t even come to mind, I go blank when asked to describe or detail what I’m going through. I just feel. I don’t think, I don’t verbalize it anymore. I can’t figure out a way to put this into words, and if I could, I wouldn’t want to. Every conversation that has to center around this crushes my soul just a little more each time. Every doctors and chronic care appointment, which are now at least twice daily appointments, rips a little more out of me. Since my discharge after my surgery, I’ve spent every day of every week having to relieve what I went through, explain that I haven’t improved any more than the little bit a did at the start, and have to face my future. The possibility that this is it, this is the best my health will be from now on. The possibility that it could all happen again. The possibility that I might end up in the ER again. And it’s all too much.
I’ve tried talking to loved ones about it, but from my mom I get “why can’t you be more happy” or she takes her own trauma and frustration out on me. From friends, I get “lol same” when I try to describe how broken I feel now. Now I just say I’m fine and isolate, I’d rather be alone and not hurt than hear another “saaame anyways about my day” or “you’re ungrateful and insolent”.
If I work up the courage to actually send an honest message to a friend, the message isn’t read until days later, long after the feeling of that moment is over. I feel no comfort or support from the people in my life. The only person who could potentially help me is a professional, but part of the ptsd is the fear to talk about this and the avoidance at all costs. I also feel more heartbroken having to speak to a professional about this when what I want more than anything is a hug and to be told that I’m safe. I went to be held in my bed and told that this bed is not the hospital bed, because even when open eyes I still feel myself there every day. I want to be told that I’m seen and understood, I want someone to hold me and cry with me and now even say anything more but just FEEL like I’m not alone in this. I don’t want therapy, but I am getting it. I have all the doctors and professionals for this right now, but more than anything I want someone I love to help me feel safe, if even for just a moment. But all I get is segway conversations, criticism and judgment or just being ignored completely.
So I came here in the hopes that someone would be willing enough to read all of this and maybe that would be enough for me to feel some sort of support, even if through a screen and by a stranger.
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2025.01.30 08:32 Nawt_Chris935 Deviloof - 因習/Inshu Guitar Cover/Rearrangement #shorts #deviloof #deathcore #covermusic #metal

Thought this section of the track could use some oregano so i did a dab here and there🤵🏿‍♂️🤌🏿🍝🇮🇹
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