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r/SpeculativeEvolution will be joining the blackout to protest changes to Reddit's API

2023.06.07 15:03 AutoModerator r/SpeculativeEvolution will be joining the blackout to protest changes to Reddit's API

What's going on?

Within the past week, you may have noticed a slew of subreddits announcing their intent to join a site-wide blackout to protest recent changes to Reddit's API. These changes effectively kill any third-party application that could be used to navigate Reddit by charging absolutely extortionate fees for something that was previously free. Everything from Apollo and Reddit is Fun to Narwhal and BaconReader will be killed.
Many moderators are reliant on such apps to perform their roles due to the suite of quality of life features they possess, which Reddit's own application lacks. This has the knock-on effect of neutering the ability of moderation teams to manage the communities that you frequent. Many users also simply prefer third-party applications for browsing Reddit for one reason or another, and this change now forces them to either use Reddit's app or nothing at all. Perhaps most critically, the termination of third-part features that visually impaired users rely upon (which are not native to Reddit) will effectively exclude them from participating in Reddit communities.
There is also a very real concern that this move is also a step towards prohibiting other customization options for viewing Reddit, such as Reddit Enhancement Suite and, so stopping this here and now is vital.

What's the plan?

We have elected to stand in solidarity with the users and moderator teams that will be harshly impacted by this change. To protest these changes, SpeculativeEvolution will be participating in a planned blackout from June 12th to June 14th, for a period of approximately 48 hours. During this time, our subreddit will be set to private with a message stating the purpose of the blackout. At the time of writing, several thousand communities have opted to join this call to action in order to convince Reddit's operators that they have erred in putting profit over end-user experience. Should Reddit capitulate prior to the scheduled end of the blackout, the community will revert to being public at that time.
The two-day blackout isn't the goal, and it isn't the end. Should things reach the 14th with no sign of Reddit choosing to fix what they've broken, we'll use the community and buzz we've built between then and now as a tool for further action.

What can I do?

  1. Complain. Message the mods of, who are the admins of the site: message reddit: submit a support request: comment in relevant threads on reddit, such as this one, leave a negative review on their official iOS or Android app- and sign your username in support to this post.
  2. Spread the word. Rabble-rouse on related subreddits. Meme it up, make it spicy. Bitch about it to your cat. Suggest anyone you know who moderates a subreddit join the coordinated mod effort at ModCoord.
  3. Boycott and spread the Reddit's competition! Stay off Reddit entirely on June 12th through the 13th- instead, take to your favorite non-Reddit platform of choice and make some noise in support!
  4. Don't be a jerk. As upsetting this may be, threats, profanity and vandalism will be worse than useless in getting people on our side. Please make every effort to be as restrained, polite, reasonable and law-abiding as possible.
Your SpeculativeEvolution mod team
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2023.06.07 15:02 yourmuscleshop019 How to optimize your cycle by increasing your Injection frequency.

Did you know injecting high doses only Once or Twice a week can be one of the main reasons for side effects?
Our bodies always want to stay in balance. So doing our best to mimic the daily release of hormones will keep hormone levels stable and consistent. The more fluctuations and highs and lows you have, the more issues you may run into -acne -mood swings -stress -anxiety -high estrogen -high blood Pressure
Try this! On your next cycle, break up your once or Twice week dose into seven daily smaller injections.
Take daily notes before and again for four weeks with smaller Injections.
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Contact us though Telegram : t dot me/yourmuscleshopofficial
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2023.06.07 15:01 AutoModerator What are the benefits and side effects of Ashwagandha?

What is ashwagandha?
The ashwagandha plant is one of the most powerful herbs. Various parts of the ashwagandha plant are used for medicinal purposes, with ashwagandha extract mainly being used in supplements. Ashwagandha is an adaptogen, a natural agent that reportedly helps the body cope with stress. As a result, it’s believed to be effective at helping reduce levels of the stress hormone, cortisol. It may also therefore potentially help with anxiety and depression too.
What does ashwagandha do?
Reduces Stress and Anxiety
Ashwagandha is known to help reduce stress and anxiety. One way it does this is by reducing levels of cortisol, a hormone that is released in response to stress. Additionally, ashwagandha has been shown to improve mood and cognitive function, both of which can be negatively affected by stress.
Enhances Cognitive Function
Ashwagandha has also been shown to improve cognitive function. One study showed that it improved memory and reaction time in healthy adults. Another study found that it improved task performance in people with ADHD. Additionally, ashwagandha may help prevent age-related cognitive decline.
Boosts Energy Levels
Ashwagandha has been shown to boost energy levels. One study showed that it increased stamina and reduced fatigue in people with chronic fatigue syndrome. Additionally, ashwagandha may help improve exercise performance.
Additionally, ashwagandha may also help improve sleep quality and reduce inflammation. These effects can all contribute to enhanced energy levels.
Regulates Blood Sugar Levels
Ashwagandha has been shown to help regulate blood sugar levels. One study showed that it improved insulin sensitivity in people with type II diabetes. Additionally, ashwagandha may help reduce fasting blood sugar levels and improve symptoms of diabetes.
Additionally, ashwagandha may also help lower cholesterol levels and protect against heart disease. These effects can also contribute to improved blood sugar control.
Lowers Blood Pressure
Ashwagandha has been shown to help lower blood pressure. One study showed that it improved blood pressure in people with hypertension. Additionally, ashwagandha may help reduce stress and anxiety, both of which can contribute to high blood pressure.
Is ashwagandha safe?
Ashwagandha is generally considered safe for most people. However, it can cause side effects such as stomach upset, diarrhea, and vomiting in some people. If you're pregnant or breastfeeding, it's best to avoid ashwagandha.
What happens when you take ashwagandha daily?
As a sleep aid, ashwagandha may help people get to sleep faster and stay asleep for longer. It is also used to promote male potency. Ashwagandha has a variety of health benefits, including reduced blood sugar levels, inflammation, mood, memory, stress and anxiety relief, as well as an increase in muscle strength and fertility. Depending on your requirements, dosages vary from 250 to 500 mg per day for at least one month.
When it comes to stress relief, ashwagandha may be as effective as some prescription medications. A 2010 study found that the herb was just as effective as lorazepam (Ativan) in reducing stress and anxiety. click the link below to learn more about abhwagandha, and its real health benefits.
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2023.06.07 15:00 HylianPrincess181 Victoza

Hi all, just looking for people's opinions on Victoza as I (F38) have just been prescribed it for T2 due to the unavailability/scarcity of Semaglutide in either tablet or injection here in the UK. Lots of horror stories out there regarding thyroid issues, of which I have a family history. This will be my first injectable treatment and I am very wary of side effects as I didn't respond well to Metformin. Really just looking for someone to set my mind at ease or recommend something else. Thank you.
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2023.06.07 14:56 gimsum I was diagnosed with hyperthyroidism today. Is it weird that I don’t want to treat it right away?

TLDR: Has PCOS, has never successfully lost weight in the past. Was recently diagnosed with hyperthyroidism and lost a little bit of weight despite the poor diet and lack of exercise. Now debating whether or not to go into treatment (for hyperthyroidism) bec of sped up metabolism and possible more weight loss.
A little background, I was diagnosed with PCOS around 2015. Since then, I’ve always struggled with my metabolism, weight, mental health, etc. When I’m not on birth control, I don’t menstruate at all, but when I am, my depressive episodes and panic attacks gets significantly worse and more frequent. I’ve been on and off a cocktail of antidepressants and antipsychotics since a little after my PCOS diagnosis. And with all the pills I’ve been taking I’ve stopped trying to figure out which ones are causing whatever side effect I was having.
I went cold turkey on all my medications a few months ago (except on a couple of instances where I attempted to overdose a little bit, which is a story for another day lol). No contraceptives, antidepressants, and antipsychotics. I’ve been constantly lethargic, low to no motivation, have messed up body clock, etc.
As you can guess, I haven’t done anything to manage my weight since. I’ve been eating unhealthily and barely moving around. I randomly checked my weight last and was surprised to see I’ve lost about 4kgs. I know this number isn’t huge but it’s been literally years since I’ve lost weight. Even when I was regularly going to the gym and watching what I was eating, I never lost any weight. I’ve never been obese but I’ve always been overweight during the past decade.
I got some blood tests done 4 days ago and my TSH came up really low (>0.0100) which indicated hyperthyroidism. I went back yesterday to get a TRS to check up on my ovaries and a thyroid ultrasound for, well, my thyroid. Today I was diagnosed with hyperthyroidism. I think it’s a pretty early diagnosis since I’ve only been experiencing symptoms for a few weeks (constant high heart rate, weight loss, tremors), which btw also only made sense after the diagnosis lol.
My endocrinologist prescribed me something for my palpitations and another for the excess thyroid hormones.
Now, I haven’t told anyone in my family this but is it weird that I don’t want to treat my hyperthyroidism right away??? I know it sounds crazy but I’ve had fucked up hormones, unbelievably slow metabolism, and insulin resistance for soooo long that I feel like losing weight and speeding up my metabolism albeit from another hormonal issue might be something I could look forward to. Is this weird? Am I making any sense? Cause if not I’m gonna need some people to talk some into me.
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2023.06.07 14:55 yourmuscleshop__ How to optimize your cycle by increasing your Injection frequency.

Did you know injecting high doses only Once or Twice a week can be one of the main reasons for side effects?
Our bodies always want to stay in balance. So doing our best to mimic the daily release of hormones will keep hormone levels stable and consistent. The more fluctuations and highs and lows you have, the more issues you may run into -acne -mood swings -stress -anxiety -high estrogen -high blood Pressure
Try this! On your next cycle, break up your once or Twice week dose into seven daily smaller injections.
Take daily notes before and again for four weeks with smaller Injections.
www dot yourmuscleshop dot to
Contact us though Telegram : t dot me/yourmuscleshopofficial
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2023.06.07 14:54 anon_writer02 Random nosebleeds

Hello, dear Doctors of Reddit!
I (21NB) started bleeding from my nose maybe two months ago. Most of them weren't full on nosebleeds, but rather the smell of iron and the feeling of a clogged nose, though my nose wasn't actually clogged.
During the second one I was drinking, so I don't really know if that had anything to do with it. I've never reacted to alcohol in any way, other than the classic dizziness and nausea.
Since around mid April, my nose has bled maybe three (3) times a week, sometimes being a full on nosebleed, others as I described earlier. I've woken up in a panic because of bleeding, I've gotten it while in the bathroom, sitting at my desk and writing, laying down and watching YouTube etc. It can happen anytime, wherever, whenever.
In my past, it has been rather rare of me to start bleeding, and I was a fairly careful child. I had a fear of blood as a toddler and would faint at even the mention of it. There have been times in my teens where I'd just started bleeding, but usually it was caused by something.
As far as my physical health, I'm rather not updated than anything. I struggled a lot with anxiety and depression as a pre-teen throughout my teens, and have recently been diagnosed with autism. Due to this, I've also been diagnosed with Fibromyalgia and chronic fatigue.
As for medication, I've been on Sertraline since March, and have not had any side effects before, though I guess my nosebleeds started right after my phychiatrist told me to go all the way up to 200mg.
I also take vitamins as I'm deficient of both B12 and D. In the past I also had severe iron deficiency. Last time I got checked was late March, early April this year, and other than my vitamin D levels, everything was normal. I have taken my supplements daily along my meds since I got them.
As a child I was, and still am overweight, and by the obesity chart I'm severely obese. I don't know my weight, but I'd guess around 120kg, or 265 lbs, and I'm 5''11. I'm a caucasian Norwegian.
I don't do drugs and never have, but I do drink on occasion. Last time was at the end of April, before that I think maybe X-mas, or Halloween. I do also smoke, but that is rather rare. I do use tobacco though, we call it "snus", which is a little felt pouch filled with tobacco that you put under your lip. I been addicted to snus since the beginning of 2018. I've heard it's illegal and counted as drugs in America, but in Norway it's just age restricted, like regular cigarettes.
I do not have any pictures to provide, as well as the fact that I want to be as anonymous as I can and would rather not share my face online.

I'm writing this today as I had a full on nosebleed, still bleeding actually, along with a troubled stomach and some hip pains (though my hip pain is probably my Fibromyalgia).
Do ask for more information if I missed something, and I will post an update!

Any ideas as to why I keep getting nosebleeds? Additionally, should I go see my doctor for a full check?
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2023.06.07 14:53 jpitha Just A Little Further 22/40

First / Previous / Next
After I sent River and Ocean away, I took a moment to compose myself. Omar is watching, trying to see how I'm reacting, I think.
"Melody, if you're going to use your Voice, you need to be very careful about the things you order. You didn't specify to bring the Marines back alive, and now they're dead."
"You're right Omar, I need to be very careful when I'm wording things."
Ava doesn't seem to mind. "They did do what you asked though. and so quickly! I expected to not see them for at least a week."
It doesn't seem to bother Um'reli either. "You have to admit, it sends a message. People weren't taking you seriously before, and between this and what you did to Starlight... they're going to realize you are the real deal."
Omar looked ahead "Speaking of the real deal, look." He pointed.
We look out and...
Oh my.
The crowd.
It's wall to wall people in front of the entrance to the Throne. More people than I've ever seen in one place before. Not here, not on Starbase Picaresque, not even at home on Meíhuā.
And they are all here to see me.
I wish there was a rear entrance to the Throne. I bet there is, I wish we looked harder to find it.
I sighed. If we're going to do this, we might as well do it right. I looked back and my friends. "Okay, we're on. I'm going to try and impress everyone and see if they'll make a path for us. Once we're up I'll sit on the Throne and you can just stand behind me and look... official I guess. Ready?"
Nods all around. Good.
I turned back forward and thought about how I wanted to appear. My gown started to rustle like I was in a stiff breeze and my crown and wings appeared. I thought about the connection to the Reach and was able to tweak the air settings to get a breeze going around here too and as people looked back to see where the wind was coming from, they saw us.
The cheering created a wall of sound that we walked headlong into. It was practically a physical thing. As we stepped into the crowd Um'reli and Omar pushed forward to clear a path and the people parted like grass on the plains.
As we walked, I spread my wings for the look of it and they hung over the crowds as we walked past. People reached out to touch them as I passed and - I'll be honest here - I didn't think people would be able to feel them as they're made out of light and fog by the Nanites, but they could! I could even feel their fingers brushing over the feathers.
It's very odd to have a sensation from a limb you've never had before. If I concentrated, I could hear the individual cries from people in the crowd as we walked, but after trying that for a couple of seconds it was entirely too overwhelming, so I just concentrated on the noise as a wall of sound without definition. It was easier to take that way.
We made it to the top of the gallery, and I turned to face everyone. every seat was filled and the entire lower level spilled out into the street almost all the way to the dock. I had never seen this many people here before all in one place! Aviens, Mariens, Azurians, the people who wear pressure suits and a few others I haven't met yet, all shapes, sizes and colors.
They were here, to cheer me.
They were here, to worship me.
This, was all for me.
Omar, Um'reli and Ava took up station behind me, seen but in the background as I raised my hands and spread my wings for silence. A hush descended, and everyone stared up at me, waiting.
"People of Reach of the Might of Vxxz. Thank you for coming. Today is a great day. A Builder, an Empress returns to you, so that you can become whole once again!"
Cheers and shouts. I hold my hand up for silence once again.
"The road ahead is long. The Gate is locked, the starships here in need of repair and systems all over the Reach have languished. But! You remain. We remain. Now that I am here, I will begin repairs and upgrades. I will make our starships move again. I will open the Gates. I will reunite my Empire and we shall once again, rule the stars!"
More cheers. I wait for them to die down before continuing.
"Today though, you can come to me directly with your immediate grievances about things here, and me and my fellow Builders-" I gesture behind me "-will work to resolve as many as we can."
I sit in the Throne and feel the familiar cold tang of connecting to the Starbase. It feels different this time, smoother, more familiar. I lean back... and let go...
From all around the arena, my voice is heard. Everyone perceives my voice as coming only to them, direct to them. It's as if I am speaking to them, and them only.
"Speak your issue, and be heard."
"We are a family of 6 and yet, our quarters are such th-"
"Please, Empress, my son, he nee-"
"Those nosy Aviens next door are alway-"
"Food prices keep going higher and hig-"
As everyone talks to 'me' I am keeping a list of the grievances. I'm not sure how I'm doing it, I assume it's the Nanites plus how I'd naturally try and keep a list of information being used together, but as they speak, I track what their problem is. Amazingly, after they speak, I'm able to offer some soothing words to everyone. It's me and it's not me at the same time. Even with my full Builder persona activated, I don't think I have the parallel processing to complete a feat like this. The Starbase and the Nanites must be doing the majority of the work.
After only an hour or so, it's done. Everyone that wants to speak has spoken, and I have thousands upon thousands of complaints to sort. I give a farewell and offer a blessing to everyone, and order the restaurants across the whole of the Reach to feed everyone for free today - promising they will be reimbursed for their work.
Royal part over, it becomes somewhat of a festival atmosphere around the Throne area. People milling about, talking with each other, catching up with old friends, eating and laughing. From my perch on the Throne, I watch the celebration. I get an overwhelming sense of relief tinged with a small amount of anxiety over what it means to have an Empress again. It strengthens my resolve to do my best to have it mean good things for the people that live here.
How am I going to pay for all this? What to other Empresses do?
They owned the banks. They just ordered it.
Wait. There are banks here, right? Is it really that simple?
Simple is often not *easy*. But yes. You own your whole empire, including the banks.
That's it! That's how we'll pay everyone and fund everything. A quiet part of me yells that it probably isn't that easy, and isn't that how inflation happens and don't I need to start taxing people to get money to go in or something? I should look into it further, but it's a very quiet part of me right now. I can tune it out pretty easily.
I turn my attention to the list of complaints that were collected and with the Throne and the Nantes help, I try and do some rough categorization.
Neighbor Complaints - this is the largest list and will most likely be ignored. Should it though? Maybe I'll have the others look them over in more detail.
Food issues - this is second largest. We can look over it and see if there's some underlying issue. I can also look into the disused food distribution centers. Maybe they're turned off because there isn't the resources to use them anymore, maybe it's another reason. I feel like I can fix this one, and if I do, it will give me the biggest boost to my legitimacy.
Environmental issues - third largest and issues related to the environment here. I had just turned up the settings here yesterday, so I hope this helps eliminate those. This should be an easy win. Mei'la had mention something about how power usage felt wasteful here. Maybe there's something we can do to boost efficiency.
The rest of them are things like, asking when we're going to launch the Starships again and quite a few asking when I'm going to "take care of" the issue of other sapient groups. Hmm. I don't like that one. Luckily, the questions seem to be in the minority, but still.
Job finished for now, I stand up and stretch. My goodness, that was boring. I hope I don't have to do it very often. Looking around, I find Omar, Um'reli and Ava wandering around the area behind the Throne. "Find anything interesting?"
Omar gestures towards me. "Actually yes, look here. There's a door behind the Throne, out of sight of the people on the ground.
"What's behind it?"
"I don't know, there's no handle and I can't get it to open."
"You've had the Nanites for a day, try to do it as a Builder. Just concentrate on the door and imagine it doing what you order."
Omar stares at the door, and I can see the concentration in his hands and on his face. There's a small breeze around him and with a hiss, the door slides open into the ceiling.
"You did it! Congratulations, Builder!" I'm super proud of him.
Omar stares at the open door, and then down at his hands, and over to me. "That... was... the most amazing thing! I just thought about the door opening and it did! It's like magic."
Now he will be one of *us*. He has felt the power.
I'm just happy he was able to do it. "Come on Omar, lead on. Let's see what's in here."
We go into the darkened room, and Omar again concentrates and the lights come up. Like most Builder stuff it clearly hasn't been touched in a very long time, but again, there isn't much dust here at all. It looks like everyone left for the day and shut the door... but then the door stayed shut for who knows how long.
Inside the room is 6 chairs that are arranged around a long table. Each of the chairs is in the same green metallic substance as the Throne. They're molded into the floor instead of the ceiling, but to me they look like where the Builder operators would sit when running the station.
"This looks like where the Builders sit when they are the starbase. Come, let's sit and try it out. It'll feel odd when you first sit, and if you get that feeling in the back of your brain to let go and sink further, don't yet. You need at least another day of Nanite development, but I think we're safe to connect lightly. I'll stay out of the seats and if I see anyone in distress, I'll pull them out. See if you can find my notes from the celebration."
Omar, Um'reli and Ava all sit gingerly. Ava is especially nervous - she's the one that saw me scream when I tried to integrate too quickly, but after a moment, I can feel them with my connection to the Reach.
"Wow, this is amazing! Melody, can you hear me?" It's Ava.
"Sure can Ava, it sounds like you're standing right next to me." I look over, and her body is just sitting in the chair, relaxed, breathing normally.
"Okay, I found your notes Melody. Looks like you sorted it somewhat already? Wow, how did you collect all this data?" Um'reli must have found my notes first.
"I have to admit, I don't really know. I just... knew what to do. The Nanites know more than I do, so sometimes I just let go and let them drive. I have a feeling that isn't always the right choice, but until I get more familiar with things, sometimes I feel like it's the only thing to do."
"Melody? I found the docking bay. It's empty right now, but I think I see how to maneuver High Line from the umbilical to the docking bay. Once it's inside we can get a better idea of what it would take to refit it with human systems and make it a viable starship again."
Oh, wonderful! I'm so glad Omar is here.
"Yes please Omar, do that. We'll go down and check it out once you've finished and everyone has a chance to get more familiar with how to be Reach."
While everyone is working, I go back over to the Throne and sit down. I get reconnected and just look around for a while. I like watching the movement of people on the Reach. It's... soothing I guess? Oh hey, up further are gardens and parks! I was worried there would be no greenery here. I should ride the train up later and explore.
I can feel Omar, Um'reli and Ava behind me exploring things, learning how they work, and with them here, I swear the Starbase is starting to work better. I can see people looking in wonder at lights that were long off and now are on again, breezes blowing as the air freshens, and even I'm noticing people starting to clean and sweep. It really feels like we're turning a corner here. I get an alert that for the first time in [DEMARCATION ERROR] another train is wheeled out from storage. It's needed for the crowds.
I wish I knew how long [DEMARCATION ERROR] was. If the starbase doesn't know, it was probably a long time. That really speaks to the power of the original Builders if 11 million people could live here with effectively no administration the whole time.
It's almost too good to be true...
My reverie is interrupted by a radio signal. I look around, ah, there it is. It's the long range comms. Someone is signaling us.
Huh, FarReach is signaling us.
"Okay Melody, very funny. You've made your point. Open the Gate now please." FarReach isn't even bothering with any niceties.
"Hello FarReach. How are you doing?" I admit, I'm being a little petty here.
"Melody! Do you understand what's happening? Do you see how you're changing? Most of the BIs don't see it, but your commanding voice thing and that 'don't worry about it' aura doesn't work on AIs. I see your changes, what's happening to you, what you're becoming. Keep down this path and you won't be the Empress Melody.
You'll be the Tyrant Melody.
"Ava said there aren't very many AIs around on this side of the galaxy, I have a hunch I know why. An Empress would not keep people around that can't be placed in thrall."
"FarReach! I am insulted. You're saying that just because I can't control them, I wouldn't like AIs?"
"Maybe not you yourself, at least not yet, but that Empress nano machine package that was installed on you wouldn't like AIs for sure. It sure feels like the decisions you're making are more their decisions than your own. I know you Melody, this isn't you."
Isn't me? Every decision I've made so far has been mine. Sure, the Nanites have helped, but if I didn't like what they were recommending, I wouldn't have done it.
"We caught up to that Mariens, Ottarn by the way. We took them and their tiny crew aboard. Their ship was basically junk taped together. Even if he had made it to the Gate, they probably wouldn't have made it to their destination. We're going to take them wherever they want to go, and then head home."
They took Ottarn? Hmm. I don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing or anything. I'm worried about it though, I wonder why?
"FarReach, did you call us up just to insult me and call into question all the good work we're doing here? We're helping the people of this Starbase! We've already improved the environmental systems, and now we're beginning to retrofit one of their broken Starships."
"Ugh, Fine Melody. We don't have to agree. You and Omar and Um'reli and Ava stay over here on your side of the Galaxy and leave the rest of humanity alone. I don't care anymore, I hate it here. Open the Gate."
"Or else what?"
"Or else, Empress I will link away." It really sounds like FarReach is speaking through gritted teeth. AIs are usually so reserved and chill. I've never heard one as angry as FarReach right now.
"Why are you being so mean to Melody, FarReach? She hasn't done anything to you." I forgot that Ava, Omar and Um'reli can hear this call too. I wonder if FarReach knew too?.
"FarReach, I think I have to agree with Ava and Melody. Our leaving was our on decision. Melody didn't place us in thrall or order us to come with her with her Voice. She didn't even come back to you. Ava came and asked us. We're here because we want to be here." I can feel the emphasis in Omar's voice. He seemed like the one that was least up for the business of ruling, it that sure made it sound like he's all in. I'm practically bursting with pride.
"I can't believe I'm here arguing with you four. Open the damn Gate, or I'm going to WEP the reactors and link away."
"Wait, how can you WEP with Captain Q'ari locked up?" Um'reli sounds genuinely curious.
"I declared Captain Q'ari unfit to lead thanks to Melody's meddling Um'reli. That makes me the commander and as the commander I can declare WEP on myself. Anyway, did you really think AIs can't WEP their own reactors? We allow the commander to order it. If I link away and it fails, then my destruction will be on your head. I already linked a beacon back to Starbase Picaresque. They never linked one back so I don't know if it worked, but if it did, then they already know about what's going on here. I am going to ask one. more. time. Melody. Open the Gate, please."
Ugh. The nerve! Still, I don't want FarReach to try and link away and have it fail.
Or worse, have it succeed and then they can link back with a couple of dreadnoughts and Starjumpers... before we're ready for them.
Fine. I lean back in my Throne and let go just a little more until I expand beyond the Starbase and... There. There's the Gate. The lock isn't strong, you just know where... to... push... and... there.
Outwardly, nothing changed, but I can tell the Gate is open now to regular travel. "I unlocked the Gate FarReach. Go home. Tell them what we have. Let everyone know that those who want to join us are welcome to."
"Not a chance, Melody. You're on your own. I was friends with the friendly Information Warfare Officer who had a knack for firearms and loved coffee. I hope she's still in there somewhere. I'd like to meet her again." FarReach closes the connection. From my vantage point I can watch them thrust away. After only a few moments, the Gate glows painfully blue, and...
They're gone.
Why am I sad? I'm so sad she left. I still had so much to show them. So much good we're doing.
"Melody? Melody? Are you all right?" I can hear Ava, she's not connected to the chairs anymore. I open my eyes and see her looking at me on the Throne. "You're crying."
"Oh Ava." I stand up and hug her. "You heard her. FarReach says I'm not me anymore. She said that I've changed and that she misses the old me."
"Oh Melody. She doesn't know what she's talking about. You're still you. You're you plus so much more."
"Ava is right." Um'reli stands from her chair and comes over. "You're still you Melody. You've been changed, this is true, but everyone changes. A change like this won't fundamentally change who you are."
I sniff. "Thanks Ava, thanks Um'reli. I just... FarReach was my friend. She sounded so angry."
Omar puts a hand on my shoulder. "Don't worry about it Melody. We know we're here for good reasons. That's enough. Besides, once we have our own Starship, we can head back to Human/K'laxi space and show them what we're doing. All kinds of people, AI and BI will want to come with us and help out. You'll see."
"Thanks everyone, I'm so lucky to have you here with me."
Omar is right. We'll show them.
We'll show them all.
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2023.06.07 14:51 MizDiana Essential oils questions - Frankincense/Clove/Other (+ Ozempic tangent)

I'm hoping to draw on the experiences and knowledge of this community. I'm having a pancreatitis scare right now (hopefully just a scare), and I'm looking to see what actions other than bland diet/pain control are available if it's more than a scare.
I would guess that various topical essential oils could be useful for pancreatitis. Clove oil I have often used as a pain-killeanasthetic (mostly for oral use). Have any of you applied it topically during pancreatitis flare ups? Did it have an effect, and if so, was it helpful? & where on the torso did you apply it?
I also ran across research that shows frankincense oil is useful against pancreatic cancer: . Have any of you tried it for non-cancer pancreatitis? Did it do anything?
Would these oils potentially be harmful (other than having clove scent stick to you all day)? I know an oily diet is a no-no, but I assume topical oils that aren't ingested wouldn't apply.
Why am I having the scare? I started semaglutide (Ozempic) literally yesterday, and was cold all night (chills), despite it being very warm in my apartment. I'm also feeling a little swollen & tender on the right middle of my abdomen, in an area I usually associate with the livegall bladder. I have had gall bladder issues in the past, but the gall bladder is removed, which is theoretically a protective factor? Just in case, I used clove oil & the various anti-inflammatory oils that are my go-to for combatting inflammation + took an Aleve (noproxen sodium), so I could be masking some pain. Or not.
My documentation puts chills as a very rare but call-your-doctor-immediate-if-this-happens side effect of semaglutide, and otherwise references it only in the section that warns of very rare cases of pancreatitis being caused by semaglutide (Ozempic).
If any of you have semaglutide/pancreas experience, that'd also be valuable.
Thank you for your time!
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2023.06.07 14:51 SchmittFace 🦵 LegBot V3 - Complete with cockpit and (somehow) workable steering.

🦵 LegBot V3 - Complete with cockpit and (somehow) workable steering.
Aside from the fact the camera occasionally bugs into the cockpit and goes “first-person”, and depending on which side you’re on you’ll slow down turning one direction, she’s alright!
Big thanks to u/The_Janeway_Effect for inspiring the idea of using balloon baskets , u/Clausioporosis , u/spoodigity , u/ducks_ in_socks , and others for the other inspiration on these designs!
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2023.06.07 14:50 kiplet1 [City of Roses] no. 27.2: “The first order of Business” – at This table – antique Punk bullshit – the Basics of Security

[City of Roses] no. 27.2: “The first order of Business” – at This table – antique Punk bullshit – the Basics of Security
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“The first order of business,” says the man at the head of the table, “in any face time we take with potential occupancy partners, we need to assess how the anticipated anchor’s gonna impact their appraisal and availability approach.” It’s a long table, a slab of wood the color of pale flesh, polished to a striking gleam that’s broken here and there by a phone or a computer tablet laid before this person or that, until down at the very other end of it, a couple of comb-bound reports bristling with post-it flags, a spill of colorful diagrams, a worn redweld holding a couple of file folders upright, a small black notebook splayed open, the wispy scratch of a fountain pen, APPRAISAL written in ruddy black ink, AVAILABILITY , then three sharp underscores. “It’s not,” the man at the head of the table is saying, “that we anticipate an antagonism toward the anchor, on the part of any potential partners?” His flat grey suit’s a touch too big, the collar of his soft blue shirt’s undone, his sparse beard neatly trimmed. “But by anticipating,” he says, “their respective stances vis-à-vis their individualized brand engagement profiles which, let me assure you, we will be reviewing in a thorough manner before we, we take up any,” he’s trailing off, “tête-à-têtes,” blinking quizzically. The room about them’s walled in cool sheets of green-tinged glass on all four sides and more beyond refracting, reflecting, shimmering desk lamps and fluorescents, computer screens, heads popping up over cubicle walls, turning, following the figure swimming up through them, one glass door after another opening before her, “I,” says the man at the head of the table, “excuse me,” as the final glass door swings open, she’s sweeping into the room, Ysabel in her long white coat. “I tried to tell her,” someone’s saying, a receptionist maybe, bobbing in her wake, and “Do you mind,” says an older man, halfway down the table, a hand on his phone on the wood, but she’s glaring at the very other end of the table. “How dare you,” she says.
“Sorry, folks,” says Lymond, screwing the cap onto his fountain pen. “Think we might have the room a minute?”
“I, um,” says the man at the head of the table, “we just got started?”
“And we’ll get right back into it,” says Lymond. “I’m really looking forward to hearing more about this brand engagement. Now,” pushing back his chair, “if you don’t mind,” but already they’re filing out, shirts and blouses of dull green, milky blue, an intrepid puce, awkwardly around past Ysabel all in white. “Um,” says the man who’d been at the head of the table, in his flat grey suit.
“Thanks,” says Lymond, cheerfully. The green glass door swings shut. “How dare I?” he says, to Ysabel. “I’m the King. A certain latitude’s expected.”
“You could’ve gotten her killed,” says Ysabel.
“They’re watching, you know,” he says, tucking a report into the redweld. “Go on. Lean over the table. Slap me. That should be enough to undo all his sacrifice secured.”
She blinks at that, draws back. “Sacrifice,” she says.
“He thought of it as such,” says Lymond, stacking up those diagrams, tapping their edges against the wood. “Now. Slap me, or turn about, and go home.”
“Not until you explain yourself, brother.”
“Oh, Ys,” he says. “If you would play at this table,” he’s tucking the diagrams into a file folder, “you must pay attention.” A wince, as he sets the folder aside. “We find ourselves upon a crux: the duel between the Devil and the Huntsman redounded to our favor, yet the wound’s but freshly healed. Any sudden shift might tear it right back open.” His hands, folded together before him, a thumb pressed tight against a knuckle. “Is that what you would have?”
“I’ve seen the wound,” she says. “He nearly cut her through. The owr does what it can,” and she looks up from the tabletop to meet his eyes, one brown, one blue, both cold. “She sleeps. She’s been asleep since the Mason brought her home.” Leaning down now, both hands planted on the glossy wood. “I’m doing you a courtesy, by answering a question I assume you would eventually have asked?”
A bitter something of a smile. “How is Jo,” he says, “how Jo is, I know how is our Gallowglas: loyal, and effective. I trusted her to do what needed doing, and she went and got it done. Now,” over her sharp intake of breath, “I ask, once more. You know what is at stake. Do you mean to stand against any particular point of our plan?” Leaning in close. “Slap me,” he says. “Or go home.”
She steps back, she turns away. Before she can open the green glass door he says, “Take care, sister, where and when you might vent any further displeasures?” Looking down, at his folded hands. “Our tantrums are expensive.”
“You’ve no idea,” she says, “what could’ve spilled from her heart, had his stroke been a whit more true.”
She opens the door. He shifts his thumb. The thin line of a neat straight cut along the edge of his forefinger, sewn with tiny beads of dark red blood. He lifts it to his lips. “Um,” says someone, the man in the flat grey suit a touch too big, peering into the room. “Everything good?”
“Paper cut,” says Lymond, waving him in. “C’mon, let’s go. Take it from the top.”

Well and I don’t know, dim voices floating up through floorboards loosely laid across the joists, not what we discussed, poets and junkies, epic, like some, there’s a mirror, there’s no one in the mirror, there’s a crack in the glass of it jagged, chased and dappled, splotched with gold, a spangled haze, such a history, working together, that didn’t work, a drip-drip trickle from the faucet, puddles on gold-streaked marble about the sink, but there, it’s gonna be epic, dust gone dark to grey, to black, a lump of it mucked up under the mirror, with the shreds of a burst plastic baggie, this, or this, or this. There’s music, too, loud but languid, strummed guitars, a melodeon, but she’s sitting up in the dark, her head in her hands, and there is no mirror, no light, no sinks or water, no marble countertop, but there is the dust, spangled, glimmering in the milky cloud of her hair, and still the music.
“Well if we have to have a name,” says Gloria Monday.
“It’s something to put on a poster,” says the woman sitting on the nubbled pea-green couch, one hand braced on the curled handle of an orthopædic cane, a big brown scaley purse in her lap.
“Well if that’s all we want,” says Gloria, wrestling to one side a great stretched canvas, a twirling figure calligraphed in slashes of black, to reveal another propped behind it, the next wild scribble of dance. She steps back, behind a tiny silver camera atop a stolid tripod, stoops to peer through it. “We could call it the Lawn,” she says, snapping a picture. Straightening, she looks back and forth, from the painting, to the image of it, now on the enormous white-framed monitor behind her there on the worktable.
“As in get off the?” says the woman standing off to one side, her long black coat done up with brightly silver buttons, and a little grey snap-brim hat on her head.
“That’s not what we discussed,” says Anna in her houndstooth trousers, narrow black-rimmed glasses glaring in the light.
“The house,” says Gloria, taking hold of the canvas. “Run-down and falling apart and poets and junkies and twenty bedrooms to one bathroom and full of,” lifting, “epic,” hoisting it aside, “legend, and, and art,” to reveal the next. “The Lawn,” says Gloria Monday. Her feet are bare, laddered tights printed with overlapping gears, her vast white T-shirt says Robot Fightin’ Boots.
“I liked Weatherall’s,” says Anna. “If we’re going to change it.”
“Yeah, well,” says Gloria, stooping behind the camera again.
“Sounds like some Harry Potter shit,” says the woman in the long black coat.
“Jilting of,” says Gloria, snapping another picture. “Granny Weatherall? Been a while, since you been in high school?” The woman on the couch snorts up a laugh, sits up, hefting her cane. “How about,” she says, pointing the wide rubber foot of it out, toward the cavernous space beyond, “this building,” the boxes, equipment, the bulks of whatever it is under tarps shoved off to either side, stacked in the stalls that one by one march down the long high walls, “the history,” soaked in soft grey light depending from up under the rafters, the windows there scrubbed clean of filth, scraped clear of paint, “a name should honor that.”
“It was a warehouse for vegetables,” says Gloria.
“A farmers’ market,” says the woman on the couch, “built by Italian immigrants, working together. Cooperatively.”
“Snot Market,” says Gloria, “Grime Market, that didn’t work,” grabbing the next canvas, “Pus Market has a certain punch,” hauling it aside, “but Anna didn’t like any of those, and anyway it’s antique punk bullshit. Effluvial Plane I kinda liked, but that’s too, much, y’know?”
“How old are you?” says the woman all in black.
“Fuck you,” says Gloria. “That’s how old I am.”
“Gloria,” says Anna.
“No, fuck this,” snarls Gloria. “We got the space. We’re doing the thing. It’s gonna be epic. And you can either get on board, get your, people, involved,” the woman on the couch, clutching her purse, “you can write about it like you know what’s gonna happen,” the woman all in black, hands in her pockets, smirking, “or you can scramble to catch up after, like everyone else.”
“Ms. Thorpe, we must apologize,” says Anna, after a moment, but “No, no,” says the woman all in black, “tempers run hot and you let them out and that’s fine, and then you stop and you take a deep breath and you think. Maybe you do this, or maybe tomorrow you’re kicked out for squatting. You don’t – ”
“Hey, Anna!” says Gloria. “What’s the owner got to say, about us being here?”
“There are no objections,” says Anna, but Thorpe looks away, rolling her eyes. “I did my homework,” she says, lifting her little grey hat, “or I wouldn’t be here at all,” scratching her head, her dark hair short, swept back. “You’re Suzette Wilson, you’re Tom Wilson’s daughter, and I’m sorry for your loss, but the title to this pile is hardly as clear-cut as,” but Gloria’s saying, “This, this is my place,” as Thorpe says “that’s before we even get into the questions of insurance, and zoning, and inspections,” but Gloria’s shouting “S1! Last Thursday! The Teahouse! You think they waited around for fucking paperwork?”
Anna and the woman on the couch, watching them both, Gloria seething, Thorpe settling her hat on her head, “Well,” she’s saying, tucking her hands in the pockets of her coat, “S1 is street-legal now, yeah, and the Teahouse? That was in Sellwood? Long gone. And you have any idea how much the merchants on Alberta pay the city for extra cops?” A shrug, and that smirk warms to something more sympathetic. “You want to beg forgiveness instead of ask permission and I can respect that, but there’s this delicate balance. You gotta be big enough to get noticed, but you can’t be so big you get noticed, you know?” Looking out, over the cavernous space below. “And all this you want to do in a week.” Turning back, hands spread in a hapless shrug, a burble of sound, “I like you,” she says, “I do, I like the idea,” looking up. It sounds like someone’s singing up there.
Up there, up at the edge of the planks laid across the joists, up by the brief ladder bolted to the wall a couple of long bare legs kicked over and orange underpants, ee, ee-oh nor, the keening voice a grunt, doo da-da dee, doo da-da dee, down the ladder to the walkway up there, a wild mad cloud of white-gold hair, “and quickly was received, enthusiastically,” and Thorpe looks down, over at the paintings leaned, at the image on the enormous monitor. “Some say that it had more to do with her,” the singer’s making her way, hand on the railing, “improper sense of dress, than her talent, or her diligence,” opening a door up there, painted with letters that possibly once said Ranchers, or Gardeners, and closing it muffles her song. “I’m sorry,” says Anna, drawing back their attention. “It seems Marfisa forgot we were meeting this morning.”
“I’ve seen,” says Thorpe, “I’ve heard her, before.”
“Salt and Straw,” says the woman on the couch, but then, lifting a finger, “no, that’s the ice cream.”
“She kinda came with the place,” says Gloria. Up there a crash of water, flushing, that door opens, Marfisa’s stepping out, “Cartier Bresson!” she shouts. “Max Ernst, Paul Eluard, George Bataille,” as she’s making her way back along the wall above them. “Their misogyny really irritated her, but she wasn’t, she,” stopping, standing there, wavering a little, looking down at them. Absently scratching just beneath a breast, and sunlight flashing from the gold dust spangling her skin.
“I heard you play once,” says Thorpe, abruptly.
Her wide smile spreading, Marfisa tips back her white-gold head, “Lee, ee-oh nor!” she sings, reaching for the ladder. “Lee, ee-oh nor!” Climbing back up toward the makeshift floor above.
“Stone and Salt!” says the woman on the couch. “That was it.”

Ding the microwave, she opens the door of it, reaches in with a hot pad for a steaming pink mug that says Sophia & Dorothy & Blanche & Rose. In she dunks a purple octopus infuser, dandling its delicate chain a moment. Color blooms.
Out of the kitchen, across the living room, dark wood paneling, grey-green shag, shuff and snap of her slippers into a nook of a hall, too brightly lit. She nudges open a door left ajar, into a small dark room lit only by sunlight staining the edges of heavy curtains drawn, and almost entirely filled by a great wide bed. “I’ve brought tea,” she says, setting the mug on the nightstand in the corner. “Hey.” Sitting on the edge of the bed. “I called Reg,” she says, reaching along the margin of the thick dark comforter, and a gentle stroke for the blond head there, turned away. “Told him we’d need another week. He wasn’t happy, but hey. Fuck him.” Tucking a lock of her own hair, as blond, as straight, behind her ear. “Chrissie,” she says. “Chér.”
“I don’t want any tea.”
“Yeah, well,” says Ettie, and she gets to her feet with a sigh. “This would be why I stick with men. They can’t break your heart.”

The door swings open, for a moment all’s revealed, scarred floor and drifts of grit against the bar, peeling dimpled paint along the front of it and its cracked vinyl bumper, dust furring the bottles along the top shelf, the washed-out flyspecked neon lights, the bartender, spiky hair flared palely to a golden brown, hand up against the raw daylight, skinny arm festooned with shadowy tattoos, “Jacks?” says Jessie, blinking, but the light’s swallowed away as the door swings shut, and dimness closes about the warm neon, the sparkle of glass, the rattle of drums and a couple of jangled chords, bubbling bass, “Jackie?” says the bartender, his hair gone black. “Ah, naw. She ain’t here.”
“Oh,” says Jessie, in her puffy pink parka. “Sorry. I thought,” and she shakes her head, Americans were thus denied, someone’s singing, with the guitar and the drums, all right to travel to the other side. “She usually works mornings,” says Jessie. “Any idea when she’s in next?”
“No, see,” says the bartender, “I mean, she’s not here? Anymore?” Folding those skinny arms, leaning his elbows on the bar. “And we can’t be giving out people’s schedules, come on. Basic security.”
“I’m a friend,” says Jessie, and then, “I used to dance here? About a year, year and a half ago. Went by Rain?”
“If you’re a friend,” says the bartender, “I mean, she left, what, right after the holidays? Two, three months ago? So, I mean,” and he spreads his hands. “Want something to drink?”
“Where’d she go?” says Jessie.
“I don’t know, Eugene or something? But even if I did I couldn’t tell you, because, security, you know. Coffee? Anything?”
Betcha my life, there’d be no violence there, and she opens her mouth to speak but everything lights up again, washed out, as the door swings open, two women, raincoat, trench coat, gym bag and backpack, nodding to the bartender who waves hello as they head through empty tables past the empty little stage, toward the nondescript door back there. “How about Chilli,” says Jessie. “He back there?”
“He, naw, Chilli, we’re,” the bartender jumps as she walks away, “we’re under new management,” he calls after her, “so,” but there’s confusion by that nondescript door as it opens, those women stepping through around and past a man who’s stepping out, brown leather vest and rich red hair flopping from a widow’s peak, “I need you to,” the bartender’s saying. Jessie waves him off. “It’s Gaveston,” she says. “I know Gav.”
But Gaveston’s holding the door for someone else, a tall woman in a white track suit, short hair greenly yellow, and Jessie stops short, in the midst of the empty tables. “Chariot?” she says. The tall woman’s saying something to Gaveston, as she heads off past the little stage. “Iona?” says Jessie, and the tall woman looks over to see her there in pink. “Oh,” she says, stopped short. “Rain.”
“Is she here?” says Jessie. “The,” a cough, “the Princess? Uh, Queen? Ysabel?”
Iona’s shaking her head, “I’m merely here on her behalf,” she says, stepping away, but “Iona,” says Jessie, “Chariot, tell her, please,” and Iona stops, looks back. “Yes?” she says.
Jessie looks away. “Nothing,” she says. “Don’t tell her anything. Not even, that you saw me.”
“As you wish,” says Iona. Jessie’s still looking away, there among the empty tables. I’d want the giddy-up, the guitar jangles, I’d want to live it up, I’d want the pick-me-up, and the nondescript door back there’s now shut. The bartender isn’t behind the bar that flares, scoured once more by daylight as Iona opens the door outside. She steps through, the door swings shut, the darkness returns.

Nox Sea Raid say the letters punched in light across the screen. Choose Your Squad swooshes in below. A husky contralto says Set em up Sarge over the speakers, and the guy on the beanbag thumbs and clicks the controller in his lap, wheeling the view on the screen about a motley crew of centaurs, each stepping up to present arms as the focus settles fleetingly on them, uttering a catch-phrase, Rock an roll, rack em and pack em, they will fear my song, buzzbombs why’s it have to be buzzbombs, reportin for beauty! rock an rack em rock an pack em why’s it have to fear my rock an roll an reportin! “This is gonna suck,” says the guy on the beanbag, “I need more’n one tank for this.” Wrinkles about his eyes and gingery stubble along his jaw. “Whaddaya think,” he says, looking away from the screen, “would a Mixolydian,” but there’s nobody beside him, there’s a man headed away, over toward the grand dark staircase, dodging around a dark wood column, his sweater bulky, red, he’s looking up to the woman stopped there on the stairs, black trousers, a bowtie unclipped about her winged collar. “Long as he needs,” she’s saying, and “Oh,” says the guy on the beanbag, turning back to the screen, “Ellen’s home.” Clicking through the figures on the screen, rock an roll, reportin for beauty, they will fear, “The hell was he doing, wearing my shirt?” and the guy on the beanbag looks up again at that, the man in the red sweater a step or two up the stairs, and Ellen above him, maybe a shrug, “It looks better on him,” she’s saying, turning away. Why’s it have to be, says the centaur on the screen. Rack em!
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2023.06.07 14:50 mickeyrobbo Moclobemide and sleep paralysis

After trying many different types of antidepressants over the years, I’ve recently been prescribed 150mg of Moclobemide to be taken with food before bed every night. However I’ve noticed some nights I experience mild sleep paralysis as I drift off to sleep that lasts a few minutes and kinda scares the sh** out of me lol. I also hear “voices” I guess in my head, as I’m trying to fall asleep, sounds like a bunch of people talking loudly however this isn’t scary just annoying. With this drug I’m also taking 200mg of Epilim (sodium valproate) for treatment of bipolar disorder symptoms though I haven’t been formally diagnosed with BD. Does anyone else experience these sleep side effects with Moclobemide? Perhaps it’s caused by an interaction of medication or maybe it’s just not right for me?
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2023.06.07 14:47 fakefurcoat Swingo 20 / Levonorgestrel review

Swingo 20 is 0.1 mg Levonorgestrel and 0.2 mg Ethinylestradiol
I’ve been taking this birth control for 9 months. So far it’s a fairly neutral birth control. No bad side effects really. However, I naturally am an anxious person, have a lower libido, and have thinning hair. Who is to say what’s the cause of birth control and what’s been there all along. That said, no change between birth controls.
Ive been on 50 mg spironolactone for many years (5+) so this should counter the androgenic effects of Levonorgestrel. I suspect this is the cause of my suppressed libido, but considering my hair loss it’s a good balance.
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2023.06.07 14:42 chms2002 Help! Tried 3 different pills and lead a healthy lifestyle but my cycle has disappeared and symptoms keep worsening

I’ve recently joined this group as I am looking to reach out for some support for my PCOS journey/symptoms that are starting to drive me crazy!
I was diagnosed with PCOS after I stopped getting periods and was experiencing severe acne few years ago- despite having a normal cycle for the majority of my teenage years! Therefore, as usual, my doctor suggested I went on the pill- to help with both the acne and to hopefully bring some sort of menstrual cycle back (I understand that the pill is not a “treatment” for PCOS but as I was so young and still in school, lifestyle and diet changes were hard to manage so it was what option fit me best at the time!)
It took two different pill swaps to finally bring back my cycle and control my acne- I was put on quite a strong pill (Diane- which I know is controversial in some circles) and finally my skin completely cleared up, and my cycle went back to normal, no issues at all! For a good few years Diane really worked for me- I felt great, and began to implement some lifestyle changes like diet and exercise which led me to losing 10-12 kgs!
All was going well, until around 6 months ago when I began to notice some horrible mental side effects of Diane- which I had not experienced prior. I tried really hard to push through however my mental health was just getting worse and worse. I therefore consulted my doctor and we decided to try Zoely, a lower dosage pill to hopefully combat the mental health symptoms. My doctor did warn me that I may lose my cycle again as I would be moving to a lower dosage, however I believed that perhaps my change in lifestyle may naturally help with some symptoms, so I wasn’t really worried. I have now been on Zoely for 5 months, and feel great mentally however I have not had a period since swapping pills- and my acne, on my body as well as my face is continuing to worsen.
I’ve talked to my doctor about this and she’s let me know that from her end, we have pretty much tried everything she can offer and my next hope is to visit a gynaecologist.
I just would like some advice/support- I’m feeling so lost and discouraged as I really thought I had the condition under control for so many years, just for it to get worse than it was originally! I feel like I’ve tried all the “treatment” options available to me, and I have no idea what’s next. I’m only just turning 21, and I am constantly so stressed about managing this condition and what it means for my future.
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2023.06.07 14:41 EatTheAndrewPencil My prediction about the fate of Skyrim

Spoilers for Skyrim obv
It's crazy and awesome that people still debate Imperials vs Stormcloaks and a lot of that debate goes into which faction taking control is best for the sake of Skyrim. From a lore perspective all of this is really interesting, but from a gameplay perspective I think none of it will be reflected come next game.
I've thought a lot about this and knowing Bethesda and their unwillingness to establish any "canon" endings to their games, my prediction is that history books will state the details of the war are fuzzy and conflicting, but in any case the Aldmeri Dominion took control of Skyrim before the kings moot could even take place.
It's heavily foreshadowed by the fact that many characters state the Nords on their own can't fight off the Aldmeri Dominion and on the flip side the Imperials would hand over Skyrim to the elves. So it's established that in general the populace has no confidence in either faction to keep Skyrim out of Elven hands.
Personally this is why I think Bethesda needs to just bite the bullet and allow canon interpretations or even do something akin to Dragon age or Mass Effect regarding players individual actions because quite frankly it makes any choices we make feel useless in the grand scheme of things.
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2023.06.07 14:39 MizDiana Day One symptoms: chills

So I took my first shot of semaglutide yesterday, and last night I was cold all night. This is strange, as it is summer and it was 78F (25C) in my apartment during the night. I also feel a bit bloated (middle abdomen).
Has anyone else experienced chills/being cold as a side effect? I'd like to hear your stories if so. Especially as my documentation says that's on the list of symptoms for which a person should immediately call their doctor.
I know that semaglutide can (in very rare cases) cause or aggravate pancreatitis, which can be accompanied by chills. This is my main worry.
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2023.06.07 14:37 MizDiana Day One side effects: chills

So I took my first shot of semaglutide yesterday, and last night I was cold all night. This is strange, as it is summer and it was 78F (25C) in my apartment during the night. I also feel a bit bloated (middle abdomen).
Has anyone else experienced chills/being cold as a side effect? I'd like to hear your stories if so. Especially as my documentation says that's on the list of symptoms for which a person should immediately call their doctor.
I know that semaglutide can (in very rare cases) cause or aggravate pancreatitis, which can be accompanied by chills. This is my main worry.
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2023.06.07 14:35 Rivenx76 EWF GMT II and DayDate 36 series

EWF GMT II and DayDate 36 series
EWF [2023 Ingenuity] Rolex Greenwich-Master 40 Series ①Combined with 3285 movement, the hour hand can be monotonous, the hour hand can be turned back to the calendar, and all original functions can be restored, and the quality is stable and reliable; ② Bezel: high-tech integrated ceramic outer ring, with gold fonts; ③Case: The same size and thickness as the original, only 12mm in thickness; ④Letter: Top Swiss ice blue luminous, polished lettering, color matching; ⑤Glass: sapphire glass with 2.5 times magnifying glass effect, the glass is transparent; ⑥Steel strap: 904 stainless steel strap, brand new five-stage splicing joints, all parts are plated with thick gold, and the sides are not left blank; EW products are bound to be high-quality products, and every extreme detail is the sincerity of the ingenious development of the EW factory;
EWF Day Date 36 Series 1⃣️Combined with 2836 movement, the quality is stable and reliable; 2⃣️ Consistent with the original thickness of 12mm: the surface diameter is 36mm; [Correct the lack of other versions in the market, the size and thickness of other versions in the market are wrong, fake at a glance] 3⃣️The dial is set with 18ct gold, set with diamonds, and set with square diamonds at 6 and 9 o'clock; 4⃣️ One-piece middle case, screw-in bottom cover and winding crown; 5⃣️Top workmanship, each strap fits perfectly with the lugs, giving the wrist the highest comfort; Every extreme detail is the sincerity of the ingenious development of EW factory! !
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2023.06.07 14:35 JSBach1995 Singing with 22q Deletion

Hello reddit,
I started taking vocal lessons in January and have noticed significant improvement over the last few months; however, I am still having issues with higher notes. I have a rare genetic disorder called 22q deletion, AKA DiGeorge Syndrome. This is known to cause a wide variety of issues. The biggest physical impact on me is a very rare condition called a right-sided aortic arch. This is found in less than .01% of the population and is strongly associated with DiGeorge Syndrome.
This is from the XRay Report " Incidentally noted is prominence of the azygos vein with mild mass effect onto the trachea."
I was wondering if anyone had any tips on overcoming these physical barriers and if any vocal teacher has worked with students with these types of conditions.
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2023.06.07 14:34 YourMuscleShop-2023 How to optimize your cycle by increasing your Injection frequency.

Did you know injecting high doses only Once or Twice a week can be one of the main reasons for side effects?
Our bodies always want to stay in balance. So doing our best to mimic the daily release of hormones will keep hormone levels stable and consistent. The more fluctuations and highs and lows you have, the more issues you may run into -acne -mood swings -stress -anxiety -high estrogen -high blood Pressure
Try this! On your next cycle, break up your once or Twice week dose into seven daily smaller injections.
Take daily notes before and again for four weeks with smaller Injections.
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2023.06.07 14:33 YourMuscleShop- How to optimize your cycle by increasing your Injection frequency.

Did you know injecting high doses only Once or Twice a week can be one of the main reasons for side effects?
Our bodies always want to stay in balance. So doing our best to mimic the daily release of hormones will keep hormone levels stable and consistent. The more fluctuations and highs and lows you have, the more issues you may run into -acne -mood swings -stress -anxiety -high estrogen -high blood Pressure
Try this! On your next cycle, break up your once or Twice week dose into seven daily smaller injections.
Take daily notes before and again for four weeks with smaller Injections.
www dot yourmuscleshop dot to Contact us though Telegram : t dot me/yourmuscleshopofficial
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2023.06.07 14:32 FaithlessnessDry192 What's the point of Strength/Toughness and Armour Saves together?

I'm fairly new to the Table Top side of Warhammer 40k and I don't like having 2 rolls to determine if a weapons breaks through the enemy's armour.
So, you have a Strength and Toughness, where you compare and determine how effective that weapon is against the enemy's armour. This makes sense, cause no matter how strong someone's armour is, there will always be a gun designed to shoot through it, however, it makes most special units vulnerable to getting gunned down by artillery.
I'm guessing this is why Armour Saves are a thing, to stop main characters or specialised infantry from getting sniped by artillery, or any other high Strength weapon. So now, if you're attacking someone, their Armour Save gives you a second roll that interrupts the flow of the game, but now my Anti-Tank guns are useless. The things they were designed to shoot with there high Strength values are now protected by Armour Saves.
So we'll introduce Armour piercing attacks, this should allow those guns that are suppose to kill highly armoured, valuable targets the ability to do so again.
Doesn't this just put us back to where we were before? In my opinion this just slows down the game and complicates it. I personally prefer the Strength/Toughness system and think it's fine by itself. However the Armour save and Amour piercing mechanic can work too, but only if you remove the Strength/Toughness check.
Just choose 1 roll! Why do we need 2 rolls that simulate the same thing?
Tell me Your opinion Reddit.
Do you think it should be 1 roll? Which roll? or Do you think the 2 rolls should stay? Why?
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