Hi! I have never posted a one of these so sorry if this is worded weird or just wonky.
My friend has had a bad past month(ish). With being kicked out over a fight with her older sister and her father, her step mom reading her personal diary, (she already hated her step mom) having to be moved out of her room and having her electronics taken away. Before I say anything keep in mind I am not trying say my situation is any worse then hers and I'm not trying to be mean about her I just want some advice on how to comfort her and if she exaggerating it or not. The things is she goes as far to say she had been abused (or her sister I can't remember). She made a big project about domestic abuse, and said something around "I started researching about it and I was like 'Oh that's like me!" At that point I got uncomfortable and I am aware there is many types of it but that's didn't sound how she described it. I also went through a bit of abuse during my life so I understand it quite a bit. She also tends to complain when she has to go over to her fathers, I understand that but I goes extremely far. It goes to the point to where she only talks about not wanting to go on our walks home. I complain about stuff to on our walks because its a safe place to talk about stuff. The only thing is I and other friends talk about trauma and just annoying stuff. She never wants to go home so and me and my other friend have to come up with an excuse for her not to follow us home, blatantly say no which I ABSOLUTLY HATE due to me being a people pleaser, or let her come over until usually 5:30. (We get home at around 2:30) I don't know what to do about her coming over but I have started to ignore her texts over the weekend, which kills me. Just to note she always comes over complains about the state of our house (I have 2 cats and 2 younger brothers including my mother and me) and she hates my brothers. Multiple times she had also came over and said straight to my face 'I only come over for the trampoline' (We do have a trampoline but we are NOT rich) She has also made comments about the house under her breath (which I DO hear) then when I ask what was that about she says nothing in a sweet tone. I have told my mother about this and she does not have much to say about it.
I tried to keep this as vague as possible but putting in as much info as I can. I also don't know all the details about this I just want to know if my assumptions are correct or I am jumping to conclusions. Please be honest and if you have had a similar situation please tell me how you helped them or dealt with the situation. Thank you :)

-Age/Sex: 20 y/o female to male transgender -Height: 5’4 -Weight: 260 lbs -Prescribed meds: Testosterone 150mg/g (15%) topical cream daily, Seroquel 100mg, Ivega shot 117mg once a month, Trazodone 150mg, Lithium 900mg, Hydroxyzine 50mg PRN up to 2x daily, Diamox 500mg, levothyroxine 50 mcg -Substances: Alcohol (had a recent relapse and infrequent but insane use of cannabis when I use it—haven’t used cannabis in 17 days). Also nicotine (vaping) -Medical Conditions: insomnia, cyclic vomiting syndrome, IBS, idiopathic intracranial hypertension, and congenital anosmia -Mental Health Conditions: Schizoaffective bipolar type, PTSD, Borderline Personality Disorder, cannabis use disorder, possible alcohol use disorder (but not officially diagnosed). Duration of complaint: 1-3 days
So, I’m someone who struggles with substance use and goes to AA. Life has been super crazy and I just had a friend cut me out of their life late last week which triggered a manic episode for me starting a few days ago. When I get manic, sometimes I get psychotic (not right now), sometimes I get suicidal (not right now), and sometimes I do high risk behaviors like binge drink/use, do like 16 random unsafe hook ups in a week, etc. I talked with a crisis line to talk myself out of meeting someone random at 4am for a hook up in a van in a very bad area of town today. I sleep every other day. I have zero appetite. Etc. I’m definitely in a manic episode (and was just in psychiatric inpatient for a manic and psychotic state while sober for like a month).
So, I relapsed with alcohol last night because when I’m in a full blown manic episode not drinking/using is almost impossible. I’ve had 8 drinks since 3am today (didn’t sleep last night due to mania) and I’m worried of consuming more tonight and days beyond that. I’m currently sober. I struggled more so with alcoholism when I was 18 and then it flipped to cannabis when I was 19 (when I started receiving help for substance use). The last almost 2 years, I’ve drank like once every 2-3 months but binge drink every time I drink.
I literally tried every coping skill in the book this time around to stay sober. I tried showering, journaling, meditating, working on the 12 steps, talking to my sponsor and support system, calling a crisis line 3 times last night, distracting myself, all of the AA sayings (take it one day at a time), going to AA meetings, etc and nothing stopped me from drinking. I literally almost started crying in Walmart today because I was trying so hard to walk out of the store to not buy alcohol but I did it anyways, that’s how much I’m struggling with this.
I’m not suicidal because I believe god will not let me die at this point, but I have had a lot of prior suicide attempts and I feel hopeless and shame over the whole situation.
I feel like I’m spiraling. I’m trying to sign up for a mental health and co-occurring PHP currently and will get a decision on it Wednesday. But, I’m wondering when I would need alcohol detox vs just PHP since I’ve never sought detox for alcohol. As for withdrawal symptoms, they are minor. Anxiety, hands shake very little, and my resting heart rate is around 118 instead of my normal 95 when I’m not drunk (it’s closer to 125-130 when I drink). I have never had a hangover so that’s not a symptom. The internet isn’t super clear on the threshold between just doing PHP vs needing psychiatric inpatient for detox. The place I’m requesting PHP from said at a minimum I would need to be drinking heavily like I am for 72 hours and/or I can’t stay sober for PHP once that’s set up for me in order to qualify for detox. Is this accurate?
The second thing is I see my psychiatrist tomorrow. However, I’m worried I’m gonna show up to it under the influence (not extremely but noticeable from my emotions and how I talk). I know for therapy that if you show up intoxicated the therapist ends the session and you go home. Is it the same with a psychiatrist appointment? If so, would I just call that morning to cancel the appointment, explain the situation, and follow my psychiatrist’s recommendation from there? I don’t drive, but I would hate to take the bus all the way there only to be told I need to go home 2 minutes later.
I feel lost and I just want to make the best choice for myself (as much as I really don’t want to go back into psychiatric inpatient). Even though I’m using, I really don’t want to and I’m trying my hardest not to drink and I just can’t stop. Please don’t judge. Any advice is appreciated.

Chapter 1
Camila
I cursed under my breath when my car suddenly stopped in the most dangerous place in L.A.
I was in the middle of the road in a popular neighborhood where the enemy held a stronghold. They must not know a girl like me was stuck here — a lady carrying drugs worth hundreds of thousands in the trunk of her car.
I began to hit the steering with my fist and stared at the front of the car as if I would understand the problem by looking hard. Then, I sighed again. This was indeed a terrible situation. But I had learned not to panic in dire circumstances like this. All I needed was an idea of what I should do and do it fast.
I picked up my phone from the holder and dialed Lucio's line. It rang and rang, but he didn't answer. That was Don, the man who sent me on this mission. He was a busy man and wouldn't answer random calls unless it had to do with successful delivery.
But I was in danger, and he could lose me and the goods in the car.
I looked out of the window to have a clear view of my location. The Gerrard Lorenzo cartel dominated these areas. I would be skinned alive and fed to the dogs if they knew I was one of Lucio's girls.
I removed the key from the ignition and tried again, but the car only stuttered for a few seconds and stopped. My heart had begun to beat fast and repeatedly. The time was getting late, and I began to imagine wild and dangerous stories — of assaults and girls who lost many things or their lives for being the mafia moll for a cartel. What would happen if a swarm of boys (drug dealers) came around and found out I was that girl?
I was the girl who pushed drugs for Lucio — the Spanish guy who terrorized them, the enemies, with his ways.
I picked up my phone and dialed his line again. He had told me to move the drugs to those who would sell them in Beverly Hills and return home as soon as possible. My job was to be fast and carry the money home without hassle. The phone rang for a few minutes, and I said to myself, “Please, Lucio, pick up, pick up,” many times.
He didn't pick up the call, though, and my anxiety multiplied.
I looked out the window to my left and saw a four-story building. I could not step down and ask for help, and I dared not leave the car alone to look for help. I couldn't open the trunk for any stranger because of the bags in the trunk. There were four of them, and all of them were fully stacked. This was my job, using my beauty as a tool to drive safely through the street and handling drugs for those who paid for it.
Trying to start the car again, I said a little wish as I turned the ignition. It stuttered like it did before and stopped. I needed to update Lucio pretty fast. I had been on the road many times and on long journeys, and I knew when it wasn't safe.
I heard a car coming along, so I pulled out my pistol from my pants. I had rarely fired a gun except some years ago when I was made to punish a guy who tried to assault me. Lucio made me do it.
The car drove past without care that another vehicle was parked and the occupant was a young woman.
I put my pistol back in my pants and tried to start the engine again. For the hundredth time, it failed to start. The only option was to call for help, the fastest I could get. So, I picked up my phone and called the only person I knew could answer on time. David. He was one of the soldiers and lived some hours away from here. He had helped many times like this. Sometimes, he would send a boy to come around, and sometimes, he would go around himself and bail me out. Not usually in cases of stuck cars, but those involving police and street fights. He had been the guy.
I called him thrice and listened to the phone ring each time, but he didn't answer. My hands began to shake as I put the phone down. The night would get late, and when it came to moving drugs, this amount of drugs, I should have a way to protect myself in case anything went wrong. The night, too, was my best bet.
I pulled out the gun again and stepped out of the car. First, I put it closer to my left hand and stood outside the vehicle. Then, I opened the hood, trying to see if there was something I could touch that would miraculously save the day. Then, I would run the errands, return to my place, and text Lucio I had delivered the package. Once my job was done, I would get paid.
Nothing made sense under the car hood. They were just metals and bolts and wires.
I heard footsteps coming along the road and looked up toward the place. They were boys, and you could tell they had been drinking from the slurry words they threw around to how they laughed like they were being paid extra if they could sound a little louder than the person beside them.
I was fucked. They were five in number, and my mind went to the last time I had a moment like this. If Lucio hadn't intervened, three boys could have assaulted me ten years ago. That was the beginning of our relationship.
I put my hand on my waist and grabbed the gun's handle. I wouldn't pull it out if they didn't do anything stupid. But if they did, so help me, God, they would be dead in a minute.
"Ma'am, do you need help?" I heard the voice from a distance. Before I could turn my head, two boys were beside me, looking down at the inside of the car. "Try to start the car, ma'am," one said.
I rushed to the driver’s seat and tried to start the engine. The boys told me to stop, and they began to do a few things. They were probably college students returning from a party? I couldn't figure out what they were doing with the car. All I knew was I would be happy if they could start the engine.
The engine started. They worked on it for a few minutes, and it made a blaring sound and started. I almost jumped for joy. Then, I got out of the car.
"Thank you so much," I said.
"If you have booze in the car, we will appreciate it," one of them, who had done nothing with the car, said.
"I don't have booze, but I've got this," I said, bringing out five hundred dollar notes. I handed them the cash, and they thanked me. Then, they walked away in the other direction.
I started my car and drove toward Beverly Hills, where I would deliver the drugs.
The road was quiet because it was in the dead of the night. I was a little late to deliver the drugs, but this usually happens. Sometimes, you get to where you want to go on time. Sometimes, you must take a different route because you got tipped that the cops were on the way. The bags of drugs were stacked with some bar soap, too. It had never helped during the search, but I had never been stopped and searched for the past two years I worked for Lucio.
I arrived at my destination some hours later and drove into the compound. There was the usual flirting with the guys. Then, they took the bags out of the vehicle. The drugs were tested, and I was allowed to go. I texted Don instantly. This time, he read the text but didn't reply.
Soon, I was on the raid again, like the driver that I was. One delivery in the middle of the night, and I had been paid more than I could earn as a bartender. I could have stopped working at the bar, but Don owned the place and needed me there. He trusted me with his affairs and business. We could get married in the future when he was ready, but I was sure that was a big lie.
I was close to the road that led to my house when I saw a car behind me. I saw the light flashing before my eyes. I tried to keep it off, but it followed like a parasite would follow its host. This was a chase, and driving was one of my favorite hobbies besides dancing on the pole. Stripping was my job some years back.
So, I hoped the car wouldn't fail me again as I began to speed. This was the road between Beverly Hill and San Diego., and it was dark and lonely.
Eventually, my car failed me and pulled over when I needed it to start moving fast. I held my pistol and looked at the inner mirror.It was too late to fight, and it was time to accept defeat. Holy Mary, forgive my sins, I said. Damn, I had forgotten how to pray the rosary or anything related to the church.
I put my gun down and waited.
Then, someone corked a gun from a dark distance. Footsteps began approaching, and I shut my eyes and raised my hand. This was probably a message for our Don, for something he had done wrong or had been doing. A gun was pointed at me through the side window, and I looked up to see it.
More tears pushed out of my eyes, and I shut them tighter like I was ready for a final call. Then, the sound of a gunshot followed. I was not the one who fell, but the man standing by the car door.
I looked around the area and saw a man coming along. He corked his gun again, and the vehicle behind started, and a few gunshot exchanges followed.
I didn't know what to do, but sitting and screaming didn't help. So, I lay down in the car and stifled my screams by biting my lips hard.
Some minutes passed, and everything died down. I got up slowly and looked out of the side mirror and at the road. Two men were on the floor, the one who had tried to shoot me and another man who had appeared like an angel and shot at the first man.
One was dead, and the other was bleeding out by the side of his arm. At first, I wanted to drive off. This was what Lucio would have wanted me to do. He would like it if I had run for my life. But if this other man had not risked his life as he did, it would be my body lying dead now and not his.
I opened the door of the car and looked at the man. He was still breathing but on the floor, almost dead.
"Hello, sir," I asked.
He didn't answer, but I noticed he tried to move or lift his hands up.
So, I ran closer to him.
"Sir, I can get help," I said.
He shook his head. He got on his feet as if he had not been shot or bleeding badly. He stared at me like he was not there, just a moving body without life. A ghost. "You should get out of here. They will come back for his body," he said. Then, he began to walk down the road. He only took a few steps when he crashed on the floor and collapsed completely.
I rushed towards him and noticed he had passed out. If I could get him home, I could get him some help. So, I began to drag his body toward his car.
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Myself and my fiancé are planning to move further into London, being just on the border at the moment in the Watford area. The most affordable (and still convenient) place seems to be Edmonton.
We’ve had a look around and I’ve been driving through it for quite some time and it seems fine enough, if a little rough around the edges.
It’s the ability to purchase a house there that’s attracting us, and shortening the other half’s commute as he’s working in Westminster, unsociable hours.
Would anyone have any information on which streets are betteto be avoided, especially roads around the Silver Street and Edmonton Green stations?
What’s the morning rush hour like on the trains, walking home late from the station at night? - for two blokes, mind.
We’ve no children to worry about, just ourselves.
Any local gems I should be aware of?
Thanks in advance
P.S - I know it’s not a well heeled area, I know it’s got relatively high crime. More looking for personal experiences and the day-to-day.

Statistically speaking, I know you have to be out there somewhere. Trouble is, I highly doubt you're looking for me. Maybe because you don't believe that I exist. Maybe because it's just too much effort, and you think the apps are lame or physically painful to slog through. Which, you know, is fair. But maybe one day you'll get bored and scroll through here on a whim... and maybe, just maybe, you'll realize that I'm talking to you. This is not a post directed at most people. I wish everyone all the best in finding whatever it is they're looking for on here -- a life partner, love (however fleeting), companionship, distraction. But I'm not posting here for those things. I'm posting on the off chance that you see this. So if all of the following resonates with you, message me. You are perfectly capable of coming across as a well-adjusted, highly sociable person who enjoys playful banter and delighting in the absurd. You aren't an anxious person (typically) to the point where it impacts your daily life. You are always kind to others, even when stressed or having a bad day. But as the years tick by, you find yourself making excuses to spend more time alone (or the urge to do so has started tugging on your mind), because the truth is that most people bore you. You are smart, but not a "nerd". You are fascinated by how things work. You listen to podcasts or audiobooks, and love the idea of doing this with a partner -- to learn together, to challenge each other to think about things in a new way. You'd happily spend Friday evenings curled up inside a magnificent blanket fort, excitedly talking about some cool new neuroscience research that just came out, or the latest awesome (ly terrifying) thing someone did with AI, or trying to work out why humans human. If you play video games you only do so infrequently, or as a way to socialize with a friend. You are not a "gamer". You don't follow any sports religiously, and think it's ridiculous to schedule your life (and emotional state 😂) around commercialized "teams". You are ambitious about your career, but also realize that career isn't everything. You are on the taller side, and are either athletic(-ish) or working toward being in decent shape. I'm 5'8 & 140 lbs, with a fun body dysmorphia complex that makes me think I'm significantly larger than I am (rawr! 😉). Of course there's more to a partnership than looks, but physical intimacy is extremely important too and you can't force attraction. That being said, there are plenty of things that don't phase me one bit. Stretch marks? Bring 'em on. Acne? Don't care. A little extra weight around the middle? Great. I'm not looking for perfection. Imperfections can be se*xy af. You are pro meow. Being in nature is your happy place, and you get a warm fuzzy feeling in your chest when you think about living out in the woods somewhere away from all the other monkeys (even if the reality of a life without same-day grocery delivery is unconscionable). You could see yourself working remotely (either now or as an actionable goal). You love the idea of spending your evenings/weekends at home, listening to podcasts while working on DIY projects with your partner, or having cozy reading time, or tinkering silly inventions into being, or writing songs/making music together, or running around in the woods remembering what it felt like to see the world through a lens of childlike wonder. Your humor leans witty/sarcastic/dry, with a slight dark & creepy twist. (But there is a line, and certain things like cruelty to animals you don't find funny at all). And though the occasional pun / dad joke might draw out a reluctant smirk, they're definitely not your thing.

We were visiting with family in Hamilton for the month of May.. 2 weeks ago our son came to see us in Hamilton from his home in Montreal. He lost his wallet getting out of an Uber at 3 am in the Stinson area. We just heard that someone just turned in his wallet at a Hamilton Police Station. Just wanted to say thanks random stranger. Faith in humanity restored!

Hello,
I am going into CS/BBA this fall (waterloo home campus), so I will be living at a UW residence. I noticed that other than CMH and UWP, all other residences are very far from the Laurier BBA building (30+ min walks), which I find might be problematic, especially during the winter.
SJU is a bit closer, but since I need to return to SJU for all my meals, 20 min walks are still not great.
Does UW have any specific accommodations for CS/BBA students on housing, and is it possible for me to request to be placed at only UWP/CMH?

I wish I actually could feel nothing for you like I once did. You were just a pretty girl who I didn’t know at all. But now the idea of hanging out with our friends terrifies me. I try so hard to just be friendly with everyone in the group but I find myself fixated on you. I want every joke to land with you. I want desperately for any sign at all that you might be able to like me like I like you. That fantasy is so unrealistic that I understand why no one I’ve confided in can take it seriously. You’re so independent, you’ve started a career, live on your own and generally have things together. Not to mention your awesome personality and physical beauty. The sting I feel anytime you mention a boyfriend almost causes a panic attack. But I get it.
I’ve spent most of my adult life jumping from job to job, with no direction and no discipline. I’ve never been in worse physical shape and I have a drinking problem. I’m nowhere near worthy of you. I stopped hanging out with our friends for a long time because I felt ashamed to even think I might stand a chance.
This weekend I hung out with all of you for 4 days thinking I might finally have things under control. I have to admit I was better, I felt more at home than I have in a longtime. Even so, by the end here I am. Once again driving myself crazy with thoughts of you.
I just needed to get this out. Thanks.

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Hi everyone, I wanted to get some advice/direction on how to approach our dream. Our = myself + active duty military husband. We found a property 2 miles from YNP. Amazing. Love it. I was a property manager at a resort previously, and have always worked in hospitality. The B&B at full occupancy brings in 300k a year, roughly 80k to run it a year and we would live on site. The property we want to buy is 875k for the land/home. The business is 200k. I have 110k to put down. That’s roughly 10 percent. Currently, I work a 1099 and my husband is on military pay which isn’t super sufficient. I was thinking a SBA 504 loan? Can anybody point us in the right direction?

as of recently we have seen the player base spike on pc with a recent discount for putting it on sale for $3, the daily average for people on at one time is around 11,000 and keep in mind this only counts people on steam, not console nor northstar client nor ea players who have ea play (they get it for free $5 a month like me). We have always had an extramly active subreddit and I use this as evidence that before during and after the ddos attacks it was never dead, I suppose the actual servers were but it was more we were just waiting to start playing again. Also compared to other game that are 'alive' we still have more players then them (I won't list them but games I play that are classified as alive have less players or most likely do) Thats pretty much it, just want to say this as a response to the stuff over the years saying its so sad that Titanfall died even though it never did.

Statistically speaking, I know you have to be out there somewhere. Trouble is, I highly doubt you're looking for me. Maybe because you don't believe that I exist. Maybe because it's just too much effort, and you think the apps are lame or physically painful to slog through. Which, you know, is fair. But maybe one day you'll get bored and scroll through here on a whim... and maybe, just maybe, you'll realize that I'm talking to you. This is not a post directed at most people. I wish everyone all the best in finding whatever it is they're looking for on here -- a life partner, love (however fleeting), companionship, distraction. But I'm not posting here for those things. I'm posting on the off chance that you see this. So if all of the following resonates with you, message me. You are perfectly capable of coming across as a well-adjusted, highly sociable person who enjoys playful banter and delighting in the absurd. You aren't an anxious person (typically) to the point where it impacts your daily life. You are always kind to others, even when stressed or having a bad day. But as the years tick by, you find yourself making excuses to spend more time alone (or the urge to do so has started tugging on your mind), because the truth is that most people bore you. You are smart, but not a "nerd". You are fascinated by how things work. You listen to podcasts or audiobooks, and love the idea of doing this with a partner -- to learn together, to challenge each other to think about things in a new way. You'd happily spend Friday evenings curled up inside a magnificent blanket fort, excitedly talking about some cool new neuroscience research that just came out, or the latest awesome (ly terrifying) thing someone did with AI, or trying to work out why humans human. If you play video games you only do so infrequently, or as a way to socialize with a friend. You are not a "gamer". You don't follow any sports religiously, and think it's ridiculous to schedule your life (and emotional state 😂) around commercialized "teams". You are ambitious about your career, but also realize that career isn't everything. You are on the taller side, and are either athletic(-ish) or working toward being in decent shape. I'm 5'8 & 140 lbs, with a fun body dysmorphia complex that makes me think I'm significantly larger than I am (rawr! 😉). Of course there's more to a partnership than looks, but physical intimacy is extremely important too and you can't force attraction. That being said, there are plenty of things that don't phase me one bit. Stretch marks? Bring 'em on. Acne? Don't care. A little extra weight around the middle? Great. I'm not looking for perfection. Imperfections can be se*xy af. You are pro meow. Being in nature is your happy place, and you get a warm fuzzy feeling in your chest when you think about living out in the woods somewhere away from all the other monkeys (even if the reality of a life without same-day grocery delivery is unconscionable). You could see yourself working remotely (either now or as an actionable goal). You love the idea of spending your evenings/weekends at home, listening to podcasts while working on DIY projects with your partner, or having cozy reading time, or tinkering silly inventions into being, or writing songs/making music together, or running around in the woods remembering what it felt like to see the world through a lens of childlike wonder. Your humor leans witty/sarcastic/dry, with a slight dark & creepy twist. (But there is a line, and certain things like cruelty to animals you don't find funny at all). And though the occasional pun / dad joke might draw out a reluctant smirk, they're definitely not your thing.

I have tests after tests at school and rhe results are BAD and on top of that I need to pass the theory test for a driving license and then the drivers test and my dad is never home so I haven’t had time to drive with him and he is putting so much pressure on me because he got me a job but I need a car to get there. I need a drivers license by June 19th and I started driving in March

The story of our National Holiday to memorialize fallen service members is one of division, retaliation and reconciliation and as much as any in the aftermath of the American Civil War.
Memorial Day as a formal date set aside to decorate war graves started in the South to honor Confederate dead; or both sides, depending on who was doing the decorating. In Columbus Georgia, Mary Anne Williams was war widow to Colonel Charles J. Williams (CSA) who had died at home of illness that he caught on campaign. The family decorated Charles' headstone with flowers and the young kids went on to keep decorating all the graves around. Mary was inspired by her children to have all the graves decorated annually. Active in several aid organizations, she leveraged her connections to call that every cemetery in the South decorate their war graves on April 26, 1866. This date was when General Joseph Johnston (CSA) surrendered the Army of Tennessee in 1865 and flowers are in bloom at this time.
By the flow of the inland river, Whence the fleets of iron have fled, Where the blades of the grave-grass quiver, Asleep are the ranks of the dead: Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment-day; Under the one, the Blue, Under the other, the Gray
Mary Anne Williams didn't intend for Northerners to be included, and signed her letter not by name but with "Southern Ladies". About 10 major Southern cities, and more small ones, had their official commerations between April and June. And not without confrontation and condemnation.
Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment-day; Broidered with gold, the Blue, Mellowed with gold, the Gray
The Confederate Memorial services of April-June 1866 made headlines in the North. General John A. Logan (USA) headed the Grand Army of the Republic, the Union veteran's organization. In July 1866, he gave a fiery speech to his followers. He seethed that "...traitors in the South have their gatherings, day after day, to strew garlands of flowers upon the graves of Rebel soldiers." He wrote passionate articles to Northern papers that they should have their own day to dress their war dead, which came to be called "Decoration Day" on May 30, 1868.
Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment-day, Wet with the rain, the Blue Wet with the rain, the Gray
And so there were 2 competing days to decorate war graves, often time in the same space. The overwhelming majority of Union war graves are in the South because that's where the war was. Also, not all Southerners were secessionists. Every Southern State except S. Carolina raised multiple regiments of volunteer Union troops, plus Southerners who joined Northern units, local militias, guerillas and spies. Sometimes Union graves were blocked from being treated to flowers. The earliest memorializations, when the only regular, formal events were in the South, were physically intervened by former Confederates who saw it as their holiday only. This new blockade didn't escape the press:
The New York Times in 1868 opined: "The ladies of the South instituted this memorial day. They wished to annoy the Yankees; and now the Grand Army of the Republic in retaliation and from no worthier motive, have determined to annoy them by adopting their plan of commemoration." But not every memorial decoration was a chance to re-fight the war.
Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgement-day; Under the roses, the Blue, Under the lilies, the Gray
During the war Columbus (Mississippi, this time), was a small railroad town that became a large Confederate hospital encampment following the battle of Shiloh. Thousands of dead, including both sides, were buried in a common cemetery. In April 1866, heeding Mary Anne Williams' call to action, the local women adorned those thousands of headstones in flowers. They would not let the Union graves be bare so they treated those headstones as well. This exceptional gesture caught the attention of (Northerner) Francis Miles Finch who was observing the event. The spirit of reconciliation to decorate both sides inspired his poem, one of the most famous to come from the Civil War: "The Blue and The Gray".
No more shall the war cry sever, Or the winding rivers be red; They banish our anger forever When they laurel the graves of our dead! Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment-day, Love and tears for the Blue, Tears and love for the Gray

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Since Ac Infinity is basically a hub for all the Acs, i had an idea for the future games of the series.

Assassin’s Creed Infinity will be a home for a variety of games of different genres and lengths. It will mix premium boxed games with paid-for and free content. There will be a multiplayer mode that will unite the franchise’s eras. And it will be the place where Assassin’s Creed’s modern-day story will now live.

what if the games that come with Ac infinity allowed us to have the experience of both the rpgs and the old style? and how i would do it.

Parkour:

The parkour could be separated by gear, kinda like we have in odyssey and valhalla.
If we had certain boots and gauntlets equiped, we would be able to climb like in the rpg trilogy, and if we didn't have them equiped then we would do parkour like in the older games, with wall ejects, ledge grabs and "precision" of the old Ac games.
Also, they should allow you to have transmog, and if the transmog isn't possible, then they should switch it to the engravings system that i explained in combat.

Combat:

The combat would follow the same reasoning, with a key difference.
It gets separated by different types of engravings, similar to what you have in odyssey and valhalla, allowing you to have both animation based combat, and hitbox based combat like in the rpg trilogy.
These would allways be present in the weapons, allowing you to still experience wielding war hammers, and long swords with animation based combat, but still use the same types of weapons with the rpg combat.
Balancing:
Balancing them would be pretty easy. Make the animation combat weapons pretty basic,realistic and super deadly, and give special abilities to the rpg combat weapons, like the ones we have in valhalla and odyssey, and even origins where the weapons may be allways on fire, or allways poisonous. or apply sleepy effects on enemies after a combo like some weapons from valhalla.
As for the multiplayer, just separate lobbies entirely or make it so you have different gamemodes with different mechanics, which would be easy to perform with the engravings system.
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they should also add abilities, because more choices is allways better.
Some abilities more realistic than others, and separate them by the different time periods/games as i will explain right after.
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Map:

The maps in the rpgs are way bigger than the old ones, but not as detailed or filled with buildings to climb like in syndicate/unity or the ezio trilogy.
To fix this i had another amazing idea.
Just make the maps The same size as syndicate/mirage/unity, BUT, Add animus glitches (like in AC syndicate where you could switch from the main timeline and ww1), or portals generated by isu tech to unite all the time periods that will come to the franchise. Allowing us to have maps that are super rich in buildings for you to parkour, and a large area in total area of the combined maps, which would be somewhat easy to implement as your pc/console isn't loading the whole map the entire time, kinda like you had in odyssey where you could technically see from one corner of the map to the other with max settings, but at the same time you had the maps of the realms separated by portals. allowing you to load into them and unload the vanilla map.

Okay! I am almost 5 weeks post-op and feeling better all the time so I'm finishing up my 3-part post about prepping for surgery.
First, I want to say this is a time to pamper yourself and allow others to pamper you. Tell loved ones what they can bring/do/make to make your life easier. There is a lot below but about half of it was gifted to me in some way.
Secondly, while overall recovery has been smooth for me, remember that pain management isn't entirely linear. There's all kinda of discomfort that will ebb and flow from nausea, constipation, gas, nerves/numbness, swelling, back strain from being on bed rest, the cramps from your first period...some of the meds gave me reflux and the antibiotics gave me a yeast infection. As one kind of discomfort resolves, another one may start to feel worse. Be patient.
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• Commode, Toilet raiser or standing toilet safety rail - Sitting on the toilet was difficult for about a week. I kept a lined commode in our bedroom which my spouse had to empty for me.
• Shower stool/bench or hand rails + detachable shower-head - Showering was a little tricky too for that first week. There was at least one day where I was in so much pain I needed to shower sitting down. (I think you're supposed to shower every day post-op to keep the wound clean but I scaled back to every other day to simplify our lives.)
• Essential oil diffusecandles - Aside from just making my bedroom a healing space, because I had a bedside commode it was nice to manage the smell of pooping in my bedroom. Careful with hormone-disrupting fragrances though.
• Scar gel/tape and/or Vitamin E/Castor Oil - My scar tissue is healing really well which was important to me. After about 2 weeks I started a daily routine massaging the scar with castor oil for about 2 minutes. Then I would wipe off the oil in the shower and pat the wound dry. Then I place silicone tape on the scar during the day. Before bed, I remove the tape and put Vitamin E on the scar.
• Nightgowns - For two weeks, I pretty much lived in bed in my little night gowns. Finding something cozy that you can eat in, sleep in, and greet guests in without changing is nice. You won't want to wear anything at home or out that will feel tight around the wound or be too tricky to take off.
• Abdominal binder - I think I mentioned this on another post but I recommend wearing one if you are going out or will be standing around a lot. For the first 3 weeks, I tried to walk every day but I was easily fatigued if I didn't have the extra support. Don't get too dependent on it though as you want to slowly restrengthen your abdominal muscles too. The days I walked, my pain was down the following day.
• Ginger ale & saltines - While these aren't part of my anti-inflammatory diet, there were several early days where the nausea just made me want something easy on the stomach. I bought several cans of natural Reed's ginger ale on Amazon and got saltines without the salt.
  • I started most mornings with peppermint tea for the nausea which subsided as my need for narcotics decreased. After that, you might consider something like Raspberry Leaf Tea which supports toning the uterus.
• Dried fruit & nuts - Things like apricots and prunes will help ease constipation. Nuts are good protein if you are doing a plant-based diet. Protein is good for wound healing.
• For meals I do a lot of smoothies and soup w/ veggies to support getting Vitamin C and staying hydrated. I am happy to share specific recipes. Again beans are good protein and sweet potato is good fiber for the constipation. I also made Korean Seaweed Soup which I recommend cooking with grass-fed beef or seafood. It's a very healing soup which helps replenish iron.
• Probiotics - If you're not already taking some, I would start ASAP. Mine didn't totally prevent me from getting a yeast infection but I imagine it could have been worse without them. You can also try to up your yogurt. I would eat my seaweed soup with kimchi for an extra boost. My probiotics are also mixed with Papaya Enzyme (Papain) which may help with painful gas.
• Husband/Wedge Pillow - I used one to make it easier to sit up in bed during the day for the first few weeks.
  • Also make a logical plan for where/how you will sleep. Maybe use your guest room if you have one? I had to put an extra pillow between my husband and I to keep him from cuddling me around the wound area. If you live in a multi-floor home you might want to find a way to stay on the first floor to avoid steps. Is there a light switch near you if you wake up in the middle of the night? Maybe get a nightlight just to be safe.

Honorable mentions to things I had but didn't use:

• grabbereacher tool - a lot of folks struggle with bending down post-op
• chloroseptic spray - anesthesia can be rough and has occasionally given me a sore throat
• thermometer - of course post-op there is risk for infection, being able to take your temperature if you're experiencing symptoms will help you and your care team assess next steps...

I know financing the surgery itself can be tough - I saved up for a year. That said, if you can afford it, I think the recommendations above are generally "better to have and not need rather than need and not have." Consider the worst case scenario for your living situation. For example, on an earlier post I talked about getting a walking cane and someone said that "canes aren't necessary". Except, I live in a face-paced city where we walk everywhere and the cane has been very helpful in signaling to folks to slow down around me, offer a seat on the metro etc. Things you don't use you might be able to return or pay it forward to someone else in need. Or even use again if you have a C-section. And if you're trying to find these items for cheap, check your neighborhood message board/FB groups. There may be someone looking to get rid of one of these items.
And as always, do your own research and be in collaboration with your care team. Good luck!