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I'm on year 5 of being in the national guard. Ive been in a line unit doing signal MOS. I'm nearing the end of my contract and for reasons, i would like to reenlist in the reserve rather than staying in the national guard. I was wondering how different that life is. I was also wondering if anyone knows what the process even looks like of going into the reserves after youre out of the national guard.
I was also wondering if any combat medics know what the AIT would be like as prior service. Im also already in the process of becoming EMT certified on the civilian side and heard that that shortens the length of AIT?
basically i was wondering if anyone could tell me about what this would be like and who i should talk to abt making it happen.

Hey everybody. So I got a prescription for Lamotrigine. I got excited because I read good reviews about the medication. Quick backstory, my psychiatrist did not give me much info but it seems like in two weeks I’ll meet up with her again and up dosage (starting at 25mg). Anyways, I go to the pharmacy and cry when I’m told it’s $400. I cannot afford to pay that every two weeks.
I’m looking it up and it seems that only the starter kit costs that much and it lasts longer than 2 weeks? Im going to ask her on Monday, but what’s everybody’s experience? I can bite the bullet if it’s just the starter kit because other dosage are like $6/month.
Im not a fan of this psychiatrist but unfortunately this is the only option I have for now :(

I tried exercising demonic Thomas the tank engine, but I failed. My son was watching Thomas the tank engine on YouTube and it was all fine, until Thomas the tank engines face started to become demonic. I couldn't believe it and my son was so scared by what was happening. I was also horrified by what was happening to Thomas the tank engine and it was ruining my life. I knew what I had to do and I had to try and exorcise Thomas the tank engine. I had to bring back this cartoon for my sons sake as he enjoys Thomas the tank engine.
I prepared the exorcism for Thomas the tank engine and I was prepared to do whatever it took. I was alone in the room with the lap top and I was terrified of going on google. Then as I went onto google, I had to be brave and click onto YouTube. I was on YouTube now and something was stalling me going any further and I guess it was fear. I went onto a Thomas the tank engine youtube video and it was all fine, until it turned horrible again. I tried dousing the screen with holy water but it wasn't working, Thomas the tank engine was still demonic.
Then after after dousing more holy water onto the laptop, that just broke the lap top. I had clearly failed in my quest to exorcise Thomas the tank engine. Then when my son watched Thomas the tank engine on another lap top, demonic Thomas the tank engine made my grown up 20 year old son go crazy. He started smashing things up because he was terrified of demonic Thomas the tank engine. He even nearly hurt his mother and I had to restrain him onto the ground, but it is getting harder as he is a big boy.
I tried to exorcise Thomas the tank engine again on the second laptop. Once again it was just failing and it ruined the laptop. So my adult son had to watch someone thing else like peppa pig, and he was really enjoying peppy pig on YouTube. I was glad my grown son found something else to enjoy as he had abandoned Thomas the tank engine. Then my son started smashing the house again and when I looked at his phone, it was peppy pig but it was a possessed peppa pig. I was at a loss and there are so many possessions now online on YouTube with cartoon characters. It's hell.

I tried exercising demonic Thomas the tank engine, but I failed. My son was watching Thomas the tank engine on YouTube and it was all fine, until Thomas the tank engines face started to become demonic. I couldn't believe it and my son was so scared by what was happening. I was also horrified by what was happening to Thomas the tank engine and it was ruining my life. I knew what I had to do and I had to try and exorcise Thomas the tank engine. I had to bring back this cartoon for my sons sake as he enjoys Thomas the tank engine.
I prepared the exorcism for Thomas the tank engine and I was prepared to do whatever it took. I was alone in the room with the lap top and I was terrified of going on google. Then as I went onto google, I had to be brave and click onto YouTube. I was on YouTube now and something was stalling me going any further and I guess it was fear. I went onto a Thomas the tank engine youtube video and it was all fine, until it turned horrible again. I tried dousing the screen with holy water but it wasn't working, Thomas the tank engine was still demonic.
Then after after dousing more holy water onto the laptop, that just broke the lap top. I had clearly failed in my quest to exorcise Thomas the tank engine. Then when my son watched Thomas the tank engine on another lap top, demonic Thomas the tank engine made my grown up 20 year old son go crazy. He started smashing things up because he was terrified of demonic Thomas the tank engine. He even nearly hurt his mother and I had to restrain him onto the ground, but it is getting harder as he is a big boy.
I tried to exorcise Thomas the tank engine again on the second laptop. Once again it was just failing and it ruined the laptop. So my adult son had to watch someone thing else like peppa pig, and he was really enjoying peppy pig on YouTube. I was glad my grown son found something else to enjoy as he had abandoned Thomas the tank engine. Then my son started smashing the house again and when I looked at his phone, it was peppy pig but it was a possessed peppa pig. I was at a loss and there are so many possessions now online on YouTube with cartoon characters. It's hell.

I tried exercising demonic Thomas the tank engine, but I failed. My son was watching Thomas the tank engine on YouTube and it was all fine, until Thomas the tank engines face started to become demonic. I couldn't believe it and my son was so scared by what was happening. I was also horrified by what was happening to Thomas the tank engine and it was ruining my life. I knew what I had to do and I had to try and exorcise Thomas the tank engine. I had to bring back this cartoon for my sons sake as he enjoys Thomas the tank engine.
I prepared the exorcism for Thomas the tank engine and I was prepared to do whatever it took. I was alone in the room with the lap top and I was terrified of going on google. Then as I went onto google, I had to be brave and click onto YouTube. I was on YouTube now and something was stalling me going any further and I guess it was fear. I went onto a Thomas the tank engine youtube video and it was all fine, until it turned horrible again. I tried dousing the screen with holy water but it wasn't working, Thomas the tank engine was still demonic.
Then after after dousing more holy water onto the laptop, that just broke the lap top. I had clearly failed in my quest to exorcise Thomas the tank engine. Then when my son watched Thomas the tank engine on another lap top, demonic Thomas the tank engine made my grown up 20 year old son go crazy. He started smashing things up because he was terrified of demonic Thomas the tank engine. He even nearly hurt his mother and I had to restrain him onto the ground, but it is getting harder as he is a big boy.
I tried to exorcise Thomas the tank engine again on the second laptop. Once again it was just failing and it ruined the laptop. So my adult son had to watch someone thing else like peppa pig, and he was really enjoying peppy pig on YouTube. I was glad my grown son found something else to enjoy as he had abandoned Thomas the tank engine. Then my son started smashing the house again and when I looked at his phone, it was peppy pig but it was a possessed peppa pig. I was at a loss and there are so many possessions now online on YouTube with cartoon characters. It's hell.

Hey fellow dads,
I’d like to start out by saying I’m the main caregiver for my son (14 months).
I am exhausted by taking care of him, I get 2 days off a week when he goes to nursery, other than that it’s down to me. My wife works full-time (wfh), and I get that she is tired from it after work, I am also tired after putting in all my energy caring for him from roughly 6am.
The big problem is that my wife doesn’t seem to care, she doesn’t change nappies, she doesn’t put him to bed unless I have a commitment in the evening. Even on weekends I have him, when she’s downstairs with us she’ll usually be on the ps5 or watching the tv.
Recently I have been having an issue with my legs (injured whilst running) plus a dodgy knee from when I tore a ligament, which means I struggle with keeping up with him, and experience pain throughout the day, however she does not care one bit.
Whenever I ask for a modicum of time alone I’m met with aggression and pleads of “I can’t look after him”. She also won’t really let me enjoy my evenings alone, I always have to be with/near her. I’m not saying I’m perfect, I regularly forget to take care of the house/myself, I have terrible mental health (EUPD) and when I’m tired I become irritable, and I will snap at her (which I know is wrong).
I find myself making excuses for her, and I’m tired of it. I just want some help with my son, and some sympathy/genuine love/support.
I’m tired.

I tried exercising demonic Thomas the tank engine, but I failed. My son was watching Thomas the tank engine on YouTube and it was all fine, until Thomas the tank engines face started to become demonic. I couldn't believe it and my son was so scared by what was happening. I was also horrified by what was happening to Thomas the tank engine and it was ruining my life. I knew what I had to do and I had to try and exorcise Thomas the tank engine. I had to bring back this cartoon for my sons sake as he enjoys Thomas the tank engine.
I prepared the exorcism for Thomas the tank engine and I was prepared to do whatever it took. I was alone in the room with the lap top and I was terrified of going on google. Then as I went onto google, I had to be brave and click onto YouTube. I was on YouTube now and something was stalling me going any further and I guess it was fear. I went onto a Thomas the tank engine youtube video and it was all fine, until it turned horrible again. I tried dousing the screen with holy water but it wasn't working, Thomas the tank engine was still demonic.
Then after after dousing more holy water onto the laptop, that just broke the lap top. I had clearly failed in my quest to exorcise Thomas the tank engine. Then when my son watched Thomas the tank engine on another lap top, demonic Thomas the tank engine made my grown up 20 year old son go crazy. He started smashing things up because he was terrified of demonic Thomas the tank engine. He even nearly hurt his mother and I had to restrain him onto the ground, but it is getting harder as he is a big boy.
I tried to exorcise Thomas the tank engine again on the second laptop. Once again it was just failing and it ruined the laptop. So my adult son had to watch someone thing else like peppa pig, and he was really enjoying peppy pig on YouTube. I was glad my grown son found something else to enjoy as he had abandoned Thomas the tank engine. Then my son started smashing the house again and when I looked at his phone, it was peppy pig but it was a possessed peppa pig. I was at a loss and there are so many possessions now online on YouTube with cartoon characters. It's hell.

Note: If you're a long-time reader, I decided to retcon the name of the official language of Nusantara to "Bahasa" instead of "Neo-Malay." If you're new, hi.
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Memory Transcription Subject: Vani, venlil foreign exchange participant
Date [Standardized Human Reckoning]: 2136–09-18
Upon telling her our concern. Snop suggested that we talk to her acquaintance named Mowww Daywant in Surabaya who made a name for himself in the community as a cooling vest producer. She put us in touch with the tiger furry, who was excited to design a vest for me and he asked permission to get the model of my body from Snop.
Since Surabaya also hosted one of the twelve universities on the list we decided it would be our destination for my weekly checkup too.
Johan and I took our time on our trip to Surabaya, making stops to explore the sights along the way. The day after my assessment, we visited the Prambanan Temple. As usual, as soon as we got near the fenced temple complex, an eager tour guide approached us, offering to explain the history and significance of the temple. She explained that Prambanan is a Hindu temple and the second-largest Hindu temple complex on the planet, after Angkor Wat in Cambodia. The complex comprised six inner temples surrounded by two hundred smaller ones. Due to neglect, many of the smaller temples had fallen into ruin over the years, but one had been reconstructed to give visitors a glimpse of what it looked like in its original state.
The tour guide mentioned that her Hinduism is not the same as the one practiced in the temple back when it was erected.
"So there are different kinds of Hinduism?"
"That's true for pretty much any religion on Earth? Don't your religions have denominations too?" Johan asked.
"Not in the homeworld, but I suppose perhaps there are religions in the rest of the Federation who do have variations like that."
Moving forward on our way to Surabaya, my human decided to take a detour to a couple of caves. In my homeworld, caves are considered dangerous due to their darkness. With little use for them, we explore them using drones. However, humans see caves differently and they explore caves not only for research but also for the enjoyment it provides to them. Our first stop was the Gong Cave, where a well-maintained walking path had been installed in the cave. It allowed us to stroll inside and gaze at the geological features. Various colored lights had been set to highlight the rock formations.
Next, we visited the Tabuhan Cave, whose extraordinary stalactites and stalagmites had been turned into lithophones. When we entered the cave, we were treated to a beautiful percussive symphony created by striking the rocks. The sound made by a band of humans echoed through the cave, and it was hard to believe that these sounds were coming from natural formations.
Johan and I also made significant progress in our language learning. Being the fragmented species they are, humans have developed several writing systems, and one system, in particular, is used in many languages. He explained that sometimes, a group of people would adopt a neighboring writing system of their own will, but often what happened was that the writing systems of the colonizer were imposed on the colonized such as in the case of Bahasa. Perhaps because they were introduced much later, while English orthography is a complicated mess, Bahasa has a regular orthography.
After my overheating incident a week ago, Johan was cautious about the intensity of my exercises until we got the cooling vest that Snop's acquaintance could provide. He researched various exercises that would help me build my muscles without putting too much strain on my body. I no longer tire as I did when I first arrived on Earth. I could match the stamina of humans, but I was still susceptible to hyperthermia.
Speaking of heat, the other kind of heat I experienced dissipated a few days ago. Although my biological quirks no longer distracted me, I found that I could still be coaxed well out of my schedule, which was a welcome discovery for us. We hypothesized that it might be the result of something in human food or perhaps the presence of pheromones emitted by humans (i.e. Johan). I would not need to disclose this during my weekly checkup unless it led to any issues with my quality of life.
Right before reaching Surabaya, we visited the ancient city of Trowulan where the capital of an old empire used to reside. Instead of being made out of stone like the temples we have visited, everything there was made out of clay brick. The ruins of the once imperial capital were spread out over a vast area, with remnants of buildings, palaces, and temples all around. As usual, a tour guide jumped upon us and took us around to explain the history and significance of structures that survived the ravage of time. We even stumbled upon an old market square, where vendors once sold their wares to the people of the empire.
Walking through the city, I wondered how my ancestors lived and what their civilizations might have been like.
I could tell that we reached Surabaya when we passed a large gate saying "Welcome to Surabaya". I have switched my visual translator to the annotation mode to better learn the language. This way, I could see the translation of any human text alongside the original, helping me to better understand their language. Surabaya is the second largest city in Java and it felt like a little sibling to Jakarta. Despite its smaller size, its skyline was also adorned with tall glass towers just like in Jakarta, there are parts of the city that still maintain their colonial-era architecture.
When we approached Mowww Daywant's apartment building, I noticed that the surrounding buildings were sleek and the streets were spotless. I can surmise that this was a posh part of the city, reserved for the wealthy. Stepping into the building's lobby, I could see that the humans there were wearing neat fabric, unlike Johan's shabby ones. On our way to Mowww's flat, we encountered several indoor waterfalls pouring into a human-made canal which then cascade to an even lower floor. I have never seen such a feature in a building before.
After Johan pressed the bell in front of Mowww's apartment a long, muffled howling came out from behind the door.
"Oh, man..." Johan sighed. "He has a dog.
I know dogs. I have seen dogs before when we were outside. They can be seen almost always leashed with a human holding the other end of the rope.
When I delved deeper into my research on Earth's history, I discovered that humans and dogs had a much longer and deeper relationship. Humans met the wolves, ancestors of the dogs', tens of thousands of years before they settled and began agriculture. That means they used to hunt together with the wolves assisting in tracking and fetching prey while the humans provided food and shelter in return. Nowadays, dogs are utilized for things other than hunting. Some are trained to perform tasks such as guiding those with sight problems, detecting medical conditions, or providing security. Others serve as emotional support animals, providing comfort and companionship to their owners.
The door slid open. A human with whiskers above their lips greeted us. Their mane is trimmed on the side but kept long on top.
"I need to let you know that I have a dog with me right now. She's in a locked crate though."
"How do you think she'll react if she sees Vani?" Johan asked.
"I think she's pretty mellow?" The human looked back and then returned his gaze to us.
"Can I see the dog?" I wondered what kind of dog was inside that flat. In public, the few times I saw a dog, its owner always tugged on their leash and forced the beast to walk away from me and Johan.
"Okay, if she shows any sort of aggression toward Vani, we can go down to the lobby." Said Mowww.
The human let us into his flat and when I entered the temperature dropped much lower than the usual temperature of a human's building interior. The air was cool and crisp, almost resembling the temperature of a morgue. Once inside, we were greeted by an intense-looking living room. The walls were painted in the color of blood and a sculpture of a rotund tiger lay on the glass table in the middle. In one corner of the room, I spotted a large cage with the fluffiest thing ever lying down inside.
The beast's long thick fur hid its features, making it look like a soft, white capsule with four legs and a snout sticking out. As soon as it sensed our presence, the fluff beast stood up and stared at me, its tongue falling out of its mouth, panting.
"Is it smiling at me? It looks like it is smiling." The beast's beady eyes stared at me. The fluff beast was nothing like the ferocious-looking wolves I saw in the human network. It was fascinating but also terrifying that humans have modified an apex predator into something that looked like a giant doll.
"Oh, this breed of dog used to live in the arctic region. They have an upturned mouth like that to prevent saliva from pooling and freezing."
The beast approached the edge of the crate and its nose, wet and glistening, poked out through the metal bars, twitching as it sniffed in my direction.
"Isn't that a samoyed?" Johan asked. "Why are you keeping a dog like that in Surabaya of all places?"
"She's my friend's furbaby and they live in Batu where the climate is more suitable for her. Right now their household is going to Convention in Taipei for a while."
"You're not going there too?" Johan asked.
"I'm... recovering my finance after a weeklong trip to Fiesta de Furros a month back." He said, looking a bit embarrassed.
The fluffy dog pawed on the cage lock. "Is it safe to let her out?" I asked.
"I think so? She doesn't look aggressive toward you."
I slid the lock of the cage and before both humans can react, the fluff beast came out with a bang, running at lightning speed around the living room. Her claws made a tapping sound against the floor as they frolicked around. It disappeared behind the kitchen and I heard a high-pitched squeak not long after. A few moments later, she came back with a tiger-shaped object in her mouth. Her curved tail looked more like a mound behind her back that vibrated as she approached me. She dropped the toy in front of me before coming closer to sniff me.
"I can't believe you just did that!" Johan said. "That could've gone wrong in all sorts of ways!"
The dog went around and nudged me from behind, making me step on the plaything it had deposited. Hearing the high-pitched sound, the fluffy white beast lifted its head and let out a long, piercing howl that filled the room. The sound was both beautiful and haunting at the same time, sending shivers down my spine.
"Mofu, stop," Mowww commanded.
As if it understood the human's command, the dog stopped emitting the noise and began sniffing around my feet. It then picked up the toy again and bumped my paw with its snout. Thinking that it tried to make me take the toy, I grabbed the tiger doll. As soon as I pulled the object from its mouth, the dog released its bite. It stared at me and it didn't take long before the tongue came out again.
"She wants you to throw the toy," said Mowww, smiling at Mofu's antics.
I threw the toy towards the couch and watched as Mofu chased after it, her fluffy fur bouncing with every step. It hopped up onto the couch and picked up the toy with its mouth. The beast then curled into a giant furball.
The fluff beast's behavior made me consider that… perhaps sapience is a spectrum. The dog's behavior seemed to show an understanding of people, something that I did not expect from a non-sapient animal.
"Yeah, Mofu is a couch potato. You need to convince her to go for a walkies. Well... you're lucky the good girl likes you. Now, wait here."
Mowww disappeared into his room, before emerging with a vest in hand. The vest looked almost identical to the one that Beer had worn back in Jakarta, but this one seemed to be tailor-made for someone of my proportions. As Mowww helped me put on the vest, Johan was lounging on the couch absent-mindedly stroking Mofu. The beast seemed to take a liking to Johan because she uncurled and plopped herself onto his lap before curling into a fluff ball again. Johan chuckled, continuing to pet the dog as Mowww made some final adjustments to the vest.
"Right now I use the twenty degrees mix. But I'll give you the fifteen degrees too."
The vest felt cool against my body and I could not wait to try exercising with this.
Mowww insisted on hosting us for the rest of the day. The furry brewed some tea and brought out some snacks while I attended my class and Johan did his work.
When we sat together to eat, Mowww told us about his work in the field of astronautics, an area that had been impacted positively by the first contact between our species. He spoke with pride about the innovative designs that he had been testing thanks to the wealth of knowledge and ideas that had been exchanged between our species. Once we finished our meal, Mowww took us to his home office where he showed us some of his current projects. He also had various models of human spacecraft from the past and he explained them like a tour guide in a mini museum.
The furry even showed us a few of his recent designs that were approved for public view.
When our day neared its end, Mowww mentioned that he was expecting the arrival of his friend from the Republic of China, who was the actual owner of the fluff beast. He invited us to join him at the airport to greet his friend and exchange dogs. It was Johan's turn to extend hospitality and after some convincing, Mowww agreed to go to the airport in Johan's van. We piled into the vehicle with the fluff beast sitting beside me.
On our way to the airport, I tried to stroke the creature's back and this made the beast lay on my lap. The dog seemed content to trap me there, sometimes nuzzling my hand for more pets when I stopped. Somehow petting the soft predator felt therapeutic. Halfway, when I stopped and it did not react I realized that the beast had fallen asleep.
In the airport, it didn't take us long to see Mofu's owner. Mowww waved to a group of people with suitcases piled high on a couple of trolleys. Upon seeing its owner, the fluff beast darted away, snatching the leash from Mowww's hand, the dog jumped and tried to jab the humans with its snout, and the humans kneeled, with one of them trying to hug the beast. They laughed when the dog fell on the floor and presented its belly. When one of the humans rubbed that particular anatomy the tongue came out again.
Is this the power of domestication? The wolf looked like an actual predator, but the white fluffy thing that was being tickled by its owners looked more like a mockery of a wolf in the same way the humans themselves are a mockery of predators.
I wonder if the humans, on another timeline, would be able to domesticate the arxur.
After a few minutes of fussing over the dog and exchanging gifts, we said our goodbyes ready for the next day.
Today we came to the university of the week. When I consulted the map, it was clear that our destination, Airlangga University, is an educational institution geared toward medicine and public health. The university's sprawling campus was divided into two distinct sections: the north and south areas, each with its own set of dedicated buildings and resources. Nestled between the north and south sections of the campus lies an impressive hospital complex, which serves as both a practical training ground for students and a fully-functioning medical center for the local city.
Just like Gajah Mada university, Airlangga University is named after a monarch who lived eleven hundred years ago. I was not surprised to learn that his name means "Jumping Water". The monarch was born on another island and "Jumping Water" is an allusion to him sailing from his birthplace to the island of Java.
The faculty of medicine comprises several buildings, and I would go to the department of surgery as usual. In the lab, a professor named Nurhayat greeted me. We went through the procedure of wearing a suit just like in Gajah Mada, and afterward, he whisked me to a familiar-looking lab with four tables. When I approached the table, I could feel my heart racing with anticipation. I had been studying and practicing appendectomy through laparoscopy for a week, but performing it in real space is a whole different story.
Professor Nurhayat explained what I would need to prepare for and I listened, trying to commit every detail to memory. Laparoscopy, it seemed, was similar to remote surgery back on my Homeworld. I would be controlling a small device while looking through a camera, which would allow me to see the surgical area. It was a challenging task, as I had to be careful about how deep I inserted the instrument through the small hole in the dummy.
I felt like I was making a lot of tiny missteps during the procedure because, unlike the appendectomy practice in Yogyakarta, Professor Nurhayat kept offering advice and guidance as I navigated the device through the dummy. In the end, the professor overseeing my laparoscopy assessment nodded with approval, but I could sense that it was just a passable performance. I feel disappointed, considering how much effort I have been putting into studying the procedure. Since I have never practiced remote surgery back in my homeworld, laparoscopy on Earth posed some challenges.
After the assessment, I felt mentally and physically drained. My paws ached from having to maintain a steady position for a prolonged amount of time.
Walking out of the building, Johan patted my back. "You did great, Vani. Don't be too hard on yourself."
He reminded me that this was just the beginning of my studies and I still had a whole semester ahead of me to practice and learn.
The student overseeing my sample gathering said the same thing about exercising and decreasing my intake so I told them that I have begun doing the exercise, which they put into their note. Looking at my test result so far, I think it can be said with good confidence that a venlil can thrive on earth. After the next weekly check, the student said that we will decrease the frequency to monthly medical checks instead.
It did not free us up that much, since the assessment with an educational practitioner would still take place once a week.
Since we had to deliver the fluff best to its owners, we could not try the cooling vest that Mowww had made for me. But we made sure to set aside time today. The vest had been kept in a mini fridge in Johan's van to ensure the maximum cooling effect. Once I had the vest on, I could feel the difference right away. It helped me maintain a comfortable body temperature and increased my endurance up to a human level. Mowww had also given me a vest with a water pump. This method did not cool as much as the one with the temperature-constant polymer, but it can go on and on for two days before the battery need to be replaced. Perhaps this will be useful too one day.
All in all, despite the setback in the assessment, I am thankful for the humans and their willingness to help me adapt to this strange world.

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I'm in a situation in which I don't know what to do, I'll try and bullet point to make it easier to understand:
• He's 66 and been married for 17 years • His ex-partner wants a divorce and as the marriage is over 15 years, she is (according to a solicitor) entitled to around 50% the value of the house (3 bed semi detached with value around £200k) • The house has been with my father and his father. It's our family home
• He doesn't want to move out and wants to keep the home and has said I should take a loan/ mortgage out for half the value of the house to buyout his soon to be ex wife, meaning in the future when my father eventually passes, the house will pass onto me. • I'm 29, a single father of two and currently rent a flat and have my children every weekend. • I don't think I'd be able to comfortably afford a large loan and rent at the same time meaning I'd have to move back in with him, have my children there at weekends.
It's a situation I don't really want to be in when I'm nearly 30 if I'm honest. I like living on my own but I'm well aware this would be a very good investment for my future and families future. At the same time I'm angry it's being taken away due to a marriage ending and she hasn't actually paid a penny towards to mortgage as it was paid off before they got married.
Can anyone advise me on how to proceed? Or if my father has a more sensible way to handle this that we haven't thought of.

Hi! It's been nearly a week since I started Xeljanz. Unlike a bunch of the other medications I've been on, this one is a bit more of an unknown to me in terms of what I know about it. Haven't quite studied up on JAK-inhibitors as much as biologics, steroids, 5ASAs, and the thioprines lol.
Since I'm on Prednisone currently, it's hard to tell if it's working but unlike my last Prednisone course I feel better overall. I know everyone reacts to medications differently and our experiences are very subjective with everything UC, but I'd love to hear how Xeljanz went for you if you're familiar with it.
I was told the most common side effects are nausea and diarrhea. So far I've had the former, but it's not super frequent and fleeting at least. (& as for the latter, I think the Prednisone has made me weirdly constipated; Metamucil? More fiber? Probably, I'm on it.) I asked my nurse what other side effects might exist and apart from the usual more susceptible to infections/sickness & blood clot potential I didn't get anything else. Also: the shingles thing. My GI wants me to wait until my next appointment in May before I get the vaccine for a variety of factors. I think quite a few people here did it prior to starting but anyone else wait a bit?
Lastly, my GI briefly addressed not getting pregnant while on Xeljanz for the time being. He didn't stress that this would be out of the question for me, so I'm wondering what's up with that. It seems that the studies aren't quite there for this medication yet, and it's definitely something I'll ask my GI to clarify when I see him again.
Anyway, like I've said a million times on here (boy I'm here way too often) this sub has been a lovely, supportive place to chat about UC. Looking forward to the replies!

Hey everyone. Moving to Killamarsh in a few weeks after living near Stocksbridge most of my life.
Can anyone from the area give me their honest opinions of Killamarsh and the surrounding area, schools, shops, pubs etc.
Thanks in advance 👍

We live in some seriously regarded times these days so let us pool our single good brain cells and ponder this question. You ever wonder why the fed funds is approaching 5% but you are still getting dick on your current account? There are near $3 trillion at the fed REPO facility collecting 5% but you are getting ~0.6%? WTF. No wonder the less regarded among you have moved money to money market funds, 2 year treasuries, funky etfs such as OPER and even in physical gold. So far 500bn have left for MM funds and this clearly caused the banking strain since the useless banks are now borrowing from the fed in emergency facilities in size of 500bn at 5%.
But what the actual fuk!!! Why didn’t these regarded banks hike deposit rates at the same time as the fed funds? That would have surely prevented the 500bn deposit flight and they might have not got into this hot mess in the first place.
Seems to me what we have here is a classic case of fighting the fed and losing their shirt. Except this time the ones fighting the fed is the entire banking industry acting as one.
Also how is it they are able to keep deposit rates this low across the entire western world? It is as if we are in a corrupt collusive oligarchy controlling the free market interest rate, surely that can’t be happening right? This is free market capitalism with intelligent regulators who would be onto this kind of manipulation like flies on diarrhea? /s
Now having fuked the depositors for decades, fuked up on their long duration treasury bets and fuked the congress into deregulating, banks are now looking to fuk the tax payers some more by fuking yellen and fed into bailouts after they themselves fuked up causing all of this inflation in the first place. What the actual F???!!!!

A friend of a friend’s sister had a baby. She was living in a foreign country due to her partners job. So she didn’t have friends or family close by, nor did she speak the language. She had expressed wanting to go back to her home country to give birth but he insisted they’d get the best health care and hire a day and night nurse to help.
Well she ended up having a c-section and two days after she came home from the hospital they argued about the fact there was none of the home help he’d promised and he wasn’t taking any time off work to help her.
Guess what he did? Left. Packed up and left the house, the job and the country! The woman had no one, no money, no nothing!! Her family had to pool money to pay her rent while she recovered and then the costs of flights and shipping to get her out of the country. Trying to get the father to sign a document to get the babies passport delayed the whole process by 6 months because he just would not respond to her. Only when her mother physically drove to his parents house in their home country and begged them to get him to comply did he suddenly start responding.
His parents had no idea about the baby!
The kid is nearly 4 and he has has never reached out or paid a penny for his kid.
The irony of this whole thing? The woman has a 15 year old daughter that she herself abandoned when she was a toddler to be raised by her sister.
Not only that but the guy had two children from his previous marriage that he’d also casually abandoned to start the relationship with this woman. So what did she think was going to happen to her?
She posts Facebook rants on Mother’s Day and Father’s Day about how her (youngest) daughters father is a deadbeat etc. but no one ever mentions the daughter she abandoned.
I find it so strange. There is a sick part of me that enjoy the drama but I feel awful for the children involved.
These people should never be allowed to have children.
I don’t want children but I don’t hate children. These people just go through life casually creating children without a thought for the consequences and then walk away because it doesn’t fit with their life anymore. It’s truly abhorrent.
The story is completely true and I think it happens way more than people realise.

Sarah, I’m honestly not quite sure how I’m going to muster the words that I want to give to you before you go. But this is my best shot. Be it too little, or too late, I believe I owe it to you. Because it’s been eating me alive not being able to express myself in the time we have left.
I hope this letter allows us both to have a little closure. I want you to know that not a day, nor an hour that goes by where you don’t cross my mind. I’d hardly call it “crossing”, it’s definitely more of a ponder. A recollection, one with a beginning, middle and an end. Except it’s not one of those happy endings that an audience holds out for. But sometimes I guess a cliché ending doesn’t fit every narrative.
I see you in everything I do, every time I play games now, I remember how much you would love to be playing with us. Or whenever I find a cute or a funny video, how you’d give me some kind of silly reaction, that would absolutely make my day. Better yet, every time I pop one of my pimples, I miss the way your hands felt on my skin. I’ve never appreciated brown eyes as much as I had when I looked at yours. I remember eating our lunch after we shopped for my kitchen, atop _____, and the sun hit your eyes so perfectly it was one of the most beautiful shades of golden brown I had ever seen. Though my tears are mere kaleidoscopes, I can still see them more vividly than ever in your absence.
To say “adjusting” to life without you has been hard would be an understatement. It’s 9:06pm right now, normally I’d be laughing away on the phone to you, wishing you the best sleep. It’s a Sunday, I don’t want to sleep, because the days pass too slowly to justify an early bedtime. Weekends now a drag without plans, like the world’s come to close. I’m now discovering that my playlist of sad songs is still not long enough to ease a lonesome heart. By the time the last song ends, it’s like the last piece of the puzzle just won’t fit. Like a monumental effort ends unsatisfied. Unfinished, to be shelved longing for a layer of dust.
It hits home that everything we talked about, excelling in our careers, a beautiful home, and 4 children to call a family, and maybe a fluffy companion. Unpacking my boxes in my first home, finding your gifts, photos, memories like the start to one of those beautiful love stories. The ones with the cliché endings. Call it rose tinted glasses if you will, but every smile was beyond real.
I think my favourite thing about you that I will miss the most is your laugh, all of them, even the pity laugh I’d get for taking a joke way too far. Your ambition and self-discipline are truly admirable. Your energy, had to be your absolute best quality. When you walked into a room, no matter how big, you best believe that every person in that room knew, Sarah had arrived. To go anywhere with you, Maria’s Christmas games, Lucy’s wedding, Jordan’s barbeque, both of our 21st, not only was I humbled and blessed, but now realise how lucky I was to call you mine and me, yours.
Your family will be impossible not to miss, every single person in your family is so intelligent, gentle, so put together, and so welcoming to someone like me. I never knew family like I do now until after I met you. No family is perfect, but yours was nothing but perfect to me. I am forever grateful for the roof your mother gave me, the job your father gave me, the gifts your sisters gave me, and the memories the rest of your family gave me. What was once a flame that burnt so strong, from that moment at the _, the 11th of December to the 12th of March, with everything in the years between. Getting me home in an Uber after I told you I loved you. Staying up late Christmas Eve playing Secret Hitler. Texting you happy New Years. To our trip to _. To our first ____ trip. To meeting your mum and sisters for dinner. To meeting your dad down the coast. To meeting my best friend over our new favourite place to eat. Surprising you at 5am with roses on valentines. To my house flooding and spending our first week living together at ____ whilst we watched everything go down-hill, everything was still perfect with you. To our trip to _, our first holiday. To celebrating my 21st birthday. To seeing my first musical. To our trip to _, a once in a lifetime opportunity. To celebrating your 21st. To our trip to ____. To spending Christmas night with your family. And every date, movie night, game night, breakfast, lunch, dinner in-between. Now like a flame at sunrise, reduced to embers and coals, still warm, awaiting to be ignited once more, with a potential for a wildfire.
Walking away from everything I knew the last nearly 5 years, has felt like running away from home. Like a moth to flame, my actions and thoughts intangible, longing for permanence and security. Your memory weaves its way into every crevice in my brain, forever reminding me of what I wish for. Now our paths draw parallel. Open to opportunity and new adventures, I’m not sure how, or when I’ll come to terms with that, but I know you would want me to try.
I’ll miss having someone who showed me unconditional love, in the darkest of nights. In my hardest moments, in my lowest times, you still thought I was fucking awesome, and nothing has ever picked me up quite like you. No one ever looked at me the way you did, nor do I believe with any part of me that anyone ever will again. I will cherish every single one of those moments in the depths of my heart forever. I will never part with our photos or memories; they will forever serve as a reminder of how special our time was together. Now our relationship reaching a transient close, I can only reminisce with warmth, having been touched by the brightest of stars in the darkest of nights.
If I could go back a few years, knowing my heart would be twice as broken, I would do it all over again. Words will never do my heart justice. All the better words escape me. You will achieve momentous things in the coming years, your passion and your drive will take you around the world, everything you touch turning to gold. You are beautiful, strong, selfless, you were mine. But you will spread your wings, and I will forever be here, should you ever need me.
Yours always, Louis.

I have an almost 1 year old. When the baby needs anything like I'm 9 time out of 10 the one to have to tend to him. I(f) am the one that wakes up, when he wakes up in the middle of the night. I'm the one that wakes up at 6 to tend to him. I'm the one that puts him to bed. I don't get anywhere near 5 hours of sleep on any given day. My husband on the other hand gets to sleep in till 10 on the weekends and only does childcare when I am so exhausted that all I can do is cry. On top of tending to the baby I do all the house work and if I don't I get screamed at by our roommate. I don't know what to do anymore. I've had so many thoughts this past week of just packing a bag, leaving a note and just booking it. But then I think of the long term of what that would do to both my husband and my son. I don't know what to do anymore. I've tried talking to my husband but he likes to make the comments of 'im trying to relax from work' and things along that line. Our son isn't always a handful but I never have a moment to just relax. What should I do to make this situation better for me and my son, because I know babies feel stress, especially from their mothers, and that could be part of the reason he's being such a handful recently.

I have an almost 1 year old. When the baby needs anything like I'm 9 time out of 10 the one to have to tend to him. I(f) am the one that wakes up, when he wakes up in the middle of the night. I'm the one that wakes up at 6 to tend to him. I'm the one that puts him to bed. I don't get anywhere near 5 hours of sleep on any given day. My husband on the other hand gets to sleep in till 10 on the weekends and only does childcare when I am so exhausted that all I can do is cry. On top of tending to the baby I do all the house work and if I don't I get screamed at by our roommate. I don't know what to do anymore. I've had so many thoughts this past week of just packing a bag, leaving a note and just booking it. But then I think of the long term of what that would do to both my husband and my son. I don't know what to do anymore. I've tried talking to my husband but he likes to make the comments of 'im trying to relax from work' and things along that line. Our son isn't always a handful but I never have a moment to just relax. What should I do to make this situation better for me and my son, because I know babies feel stress, especially from their mothers, and that could be part of the reason he's being such a handful recently.

I've owned fallout 76 for a few days and I'm currently LVL 7, I've mostly played on my own so far and joining/making casual teams for the bonus XP. A few hours after i started playing, another player saw me at the Overseers camp and gave me a few supplies and weapons. A few were LVL 40 weapons so I had to scrap the weaker ones , I heart Emoted and they left.
I've seen a lot of players that are LVL 300+ and yesterday one set up a shop near The Wayward, but it was trapped. Another player saw I was tricked and after I respawned they gave me a bunch of weapons, armor and plans. we exchanged emotes and I said thanks through my mic (I have my mic on with area voice on and push to talk turned off so I'm not sure if people can hear me.)
I was a little afraid people would be toxic or scummy but it seems while its a little mixed, most players so far are cool/helpful or at least not bad people.

So, activity on here lately mentioning Andromeda inspired me to dust off my old copy and try it out again.
One of the things I've been playing around with in my head is how the artists and writers appear to have taken a deliberate inversion of the original trilogy, so I've tried to make a bit of a game out of spotting as many as I can, and I'm curious if I've missed any. I'll throw out a few below as they occur to me:
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General Color Scheme:

• The Initiative's general color scheme is White / Blue, in contrast to Shepard's standard N7 armor colors of Black / Red.

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Plot:

• The original Mass Effect trilogy is a war story, with your principal role being tearing down enemies and obstacles to achieve victory. You often jumped around from crisis to crisis, rarely sticking around for the aftermath.

Andromeda is about colonizing a new home, and building a new civilization. You build up each of the various colonies, and keep visiting them often as they grow.
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• The Reapers in the original trilogy are somewhat secretive, hiding their actions through mind control, proxies, and cats paws until the full conflict in 3. Leadership dismisses them, their significance, or their very existence until it is nearly too late.

The Kett in Andromeda are almost comically obvious as villains right out of central casting (of a 1920s black and white film...). No one denies their existence or goals, and what they are trying to achieve is relatively straightforward and obvious to all involved.
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• The Reapers (via the Intelligence) are ultimately playing gardeners of life in the ME trilogy. Or perhaps firefighters lighting fires paradoxically to keep the whole forest from burning down in the future. Deliberately wiping out some so that others can thrive in the future, and seeing life in a very big-picture mode that tends to ignore the individual for the "greater good" to tragic effect. Pure reason run amok on a grand scale.

The Kett are ultimately about self-promotion and aggrandizement, treating other forms of life as simple resources to consume and create more of themselves, with no intrinsic value otherwise. They turn everyone else into a perverted version of themselves, a whole civilization run on an alien "Captain America" serum. Their ideology to do this seems based more on faith then reason, with their leadership obsessed with ritual and ceremony.
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Characters:
Pathfinder Ryder
The Pathfinder is a neophyte thrust into a role of responsibility they didn't earn, and put there by chance and circumstance. Shepard by contrast is deliberately chosen for their role and is a seasoned and decorated ranking officer even before the story begins. Also if one gender version of Shepard exists, the other does not, while the Ryder twins both exist and play a role in the story.
Liam Kosta
Liam is an inversion of Kaiden. Primarily combat oriented with some technology with not a hint of biotics. Passionate and judgemental of others while Kaiden is level headed and generally accepting. Kaiden is usually big on avoiding potential problems, while Liam seems to be restless if he isn't creating new ones.
Cora Harper
Cora is an inversion of Ashley. A biotic savant who felt excluded from her family and humanity in general due to her abilities. No strong connection to her family from that, and she is an explicit xenophile who defines her values more from the Asari then anyone else.
Vetra Nyx
Vetra is an inversion of Garrus. A Turian who was born outside of the strict Turian social hierarchy and with the Initative she's trying to find a structure to join instead of rebel against. A damage sponge stone wall with a gun that is more inaccurate then not, but makes up for it with sheer volume of fire instead.
Pelessaria B'Sayle "Peebee"
Peebee is an inversion of Liara. An explicit gun-toting academic who is bored with the old and wants to find something new. She has very little respect for her own society, rebeling against it in any way she can, down to the mocking face paint. Any hint of wisdom or age is scorned - especially other Asari. She actively pushes others away and keeps Ryder at a distance for most of the game.
Nakmor Drack
Drack is an inversion of Wrex. An old Krogan who sees himself as a relic of the past to be used and discarded so other, better people, might succeed. Worn out and half machine at this point with technical and engineering experience, compared to Wrex's biotics. Explicitly connected tightly to his family while Wrex was betrayed by his own.
Jaal Ama Darav
Jaal is an inversion of Tali. He's a sniper and infighter who wears his emotions on his sleeves. He's actively involved in the politics of his people with an explicit level of influence and rank right from the beginning of the story. A huge person who probably shows a bit too much (especially the "shirtless with Liam" side story). He also uses that knife of his as often as possible.
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I could probably go on, but this is getting darn long enough as it is.

Hi. I’m fit, tall, clean, and stay around the west side near the Galleria. HWP in my other places. DDF except I’m 420 friendly. I’m mixed race with olive skin, open-minded, and pride myself on fun, reciprocal conversation. I have time on my hands for exactly one person I want to make my closest friend. This person should be unattached and ready to vibe.
I have a pic on my profile, other posts detailing what and who I’m looking for. It is multi-faceted but actually not that complicated. Just hit me up, actually. I can explain it better.