About a month ago I was cutting shrink wrap off of a pallet at work and a stack of 3 5-gallon buckets fell on my leg, about 200lbs, and it hurt pretty bad. I told my boss about it but he refused to let me go get it checked out (I was limping for 2 days afterward).
Now, all the bruising is gone but I have a knot about the size of a golf ball and it's sore to the touch, to the point that I wake up at night if I roll onto my left side.
At what point should I go see a doctor? Is it dangerous?

I got a sample from the store to try and OMG. It smells heavenly. I put it on my hair and now all of me smell so good. It says that its for curly/coily hair and braids. I have regular hair thats sometimes frizzy. Makes me wish i had curls to see the true effect accompanying that beautiful smell.

So earlier this year I was accused of sexually assaulting a prostitute, I will not divulge any more info then that because the case is still on going. I would like to start of by saying that I did not speak to the police when I was initially questioned, and I quickly retained an experienced attorney. Regardless of these facts I was jailed in a county facility and I was put into PC against my will. After 90 days in, I was able to post bond, and I am home now. Even though I retained good defense, I still understand that the odds are stacked against me since about 98% of cases us end up in a plea deal, also some of the inmates I was locked up with, took their case to trial, and almost all of them lost. It seems that those who lost, had their sentence tripled from what was offered in their final plea deal..
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I was wondering what its like in PA state prisons for SO's? I only know what I've heard from other inmates in the county, but the general consensus was that since I didn't do anything that involved kids, I wouldn't be treated that badly, is this true? Will I have to go into PC against my will? Because I really don't want too.. How hard is it to make parole at first chance? Do they tend to house SO's with other SO's? I like to lift weights, and was wondering if I would even be allowed out to yard if I am an SO? Finally, what is re-entry like once paroled?
Any options and answers are welcome, but I would love to hear experiences from people that were in PA DOC.
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Thank You in advance!

She’s a best friend of mine, I’ve been crushing on her much longer than I would like to admit - around two years. Honestly I thought I was being obvious; I gave her a painting of her with a note that says beautiful and that I love her on the back. She seemed happy with it, too.
“Thank you, I really love this,” she said. Honestly I’m just glad she wasn’t creeped out by this point. Recently she’s told me she’s installed a dating app because she’s looking for a girlfriend and I’m… I do sincerely wish her the best, I want her to be happy. But I’m also heartbroken because I know it means she doesn’t like me back… I was scared to tell her how I feel directly because I was worried it will make things awkward between us. I guess I was right— it would. Welp, I sure feel like a piece of crap right now. I should be there for her but instead I’m just crying.

As a longtime Nuggets fan, it’s immensely frustrating that there have been no team-colored Finals or stock Nuggets fitted caps available since before the ECF completed online. As I search daily, I’m inundated with FB ads from the New Era site for hats that are sold out. NBA Shop and Attitude Authentics (Ball Arena Store) also had very little stock and are now sold out.
Considering the HUNDREDS of drops coming out weekly for all of the collectofashion caps on their site and the Hat Club-type sites, I find it hard to believe that New Era does not have capacity to restock their own F’ing site, plus the league store for a team in the NBA Finals RIGHT NOW.

We’re in the midst of a pretty nasty divorce. She’s been cold and bitter for over a year now. The reason the marriage ended was completely my fault according to her. Everything is my fault according to her. Except one thing.
During full disclosure she had to provide her finances. She had a credit card that she had told me she had cancelled. On there were charges for hotel rooms, Air BNB’s, and dinners for two at fancy places. Going on for months.
This dude was hitting her up on Snapchat about “buying stuff” from us. No one does that via Snapchat. I later caught her dropping him off down the road before picking up our kid. She was adamant she was not having an affair when we were initially going through our divorce. But she said “I wish I was because that would make all of this easier.”
She was staying out until 3 or 4 in the morning at this guys “sisters house”, who is allegedly her friend. Sometimes she didn’t come home at all.
The best part, he got a divorce when I caught them messaging each other on Snapchat. His wife of almost 2 decades left him abruptly. The charges for hotel rooms go back months prior to that.
Why can’t she just admit it? Why can’t she just give me the closure that she was in fact having an affair?

This is all very hard for me to type so I apologize if it seems all over the place. My thoughts are all over the place.
Some background: My uncle is in his 60's and is almost 500lb's. Outside of his weight he would not be a small man, he's 6'6". He is also on the spectrum, to what extent I don't know because he grew up incredibly poor and my mom's family was ignorant into thinking it wasn't worth looking further into. To give you an idea of his mental age I'd say he's somewhere between a 6 year old and a 20 year old. He can't read or write, but my uncle has been a sous chef at multiple kitchens, transported pounds of mary-anna across states, played pool competitively, and so much more. He used to never let his disability get in his way. They thought my grandmother, who had been sick the entirety of her children and grandchildren's lives would take care of him forever. No one accounted for her dying. She passed 10 years ago and since then my uncle has been on and off spiraling.
Prior to his excessive weight gain he had a caregiver, someone to take care of his bills, food, clothes, etc. My aunt, who out of all the kids was able to achieve a little more than average, had gotten him into a therapy bootcamp that seemed to alter my uncle's whole quality of life. He became obsessed with fitness and eating well and positive thinking. With his caregiver by his side he was excelling and making plans to use disability money to travel and visit his family, who are more important than anything else to him. But then his therapy sessions started dredging up memories he had buried deep away. He became depressed and began disregarding his health and eating to the point where his weight had triggered diabetes. The doctors had to remove a toe. I wish I could say that was enough for him to stop, but of course it wasn't. Over the next few years his weight would fluctuate, his mental health worsening and so his physical followed. No amount of phone calls from family or having two of his sisters close by helped. So he kept eating...
Long story short, because the more I type this the harder it is for me to bear, I'm sorry, he is now in a treatment center and at the point where he has lost all mobility. He let his diabetes consume both of his feet, he no longer has toes and he's so heavy he blew his knees out attempting to walk. He is about to get 8 stints put in his heart in an effort to save his life, but the doctors are giving him a 50/50 chance to live. If he cannot be approved for the surgery then he will be put on blood thinners and have a low quality of life until he ultimately meets his demise.
The reason I chose to bring all of this to reddit is because I'm absolutely fucking terrified. I'm terrified of calling him and having to say goodbye. I feel tremendously guilty and responsible for his suffering. I have been a martyr for suffering my whole life. I am a product of abuse (sexual, physical and verbal) and used to resort to self harm for self soothing and flagellation. To clarify, I have no thoughts of harming others or myself at the moment, however I am afraid my guilt and sadness over my uncles situation may push me to an episode of sorts. I know that if I don't say anything to him it will hurt me more than any amount of mental/emotional torture I've been currently going through. I know it won't cost me anything but kindness to call him, and yet I can't. As much as I want to, I'm stuck. My partner offered to be next to me while I called and my twin sister offered to as well, but I can't. I feel like a stubborn child. It's irrational and frustrating.
Help?

For context: Already took MCAT once. Graduated college. Currently doing 1 passage a day to get ahead for CARS.
I'm currently trying to figure out whether it's worth starting prep for a section prior to beginning my Kaplan class in August. My lowest score on my first exam was C/P, so I am wondering if doing content review (like 1 chapter a week) for C/P only is a good headstart. Is it more worth my time to cover P/S right now?
I am already semi-burned out, but I have no other commitments right now except for my part-time job and shadowing (both once a week). Do you all think it is wise to start studying now? I just want to give it my all when my prep course starts and I am worried doing anything "school-related" right now could burn me out.
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TLDR: Do I enjoy the 2 months of summer I have right now or start studying C/P prior to my MCAT prep course starting in August?

I was wondering if anyone had this same thing happen to them. I have a long term partner and sometimes I’d have to use my imagination to cum in the past after getting PSSD which is just a low sex drive for me. I used to last a long time in bed while having PSSD but would usually get there in the end. Lasting a long time was a bit of a silver lining as a former premature ejaculator. But now that doesn’t really work and I can’t cum for shit during sex (not that I have sex a lot with her because of my low libido). Now and again I will want a wank and I have no problems cumming then. It’s pretty rare I will masturbate but the desire for sex is rarer. Anyone else in a similar boat?

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Let’s all try to meet at lunchtime. I got roped into being an escalator attendant. You’ll see me with a gray suit and the orange lanyard from 10:30am to 12:00pm, and 3:30pm to the end of the day today.

My girlfriend of 12 years (lesbian couple) died in front of me for 6 minutes after a routine operation. No hospital staff was around and I didn't know what to do. She coded twice before they rushed her back into surgery. I was in disbelief and shock.
She woke up the next day and I still was in disbelief that it happened. I called her son who drove in from another state. I don't remember everything from this period.
About 4 or 5 days later she sent a man over to the house to tell me that I had to move out. Again, I was in complete disbelief. We were best friends, partners for life. There was no way she would say that - no possibly at all. But he came back the following day with an eviction notice. I tried to see her in the hospital but I was now on a 'do not allow to visit' list. She was SO ill and wouldn't see or talk to me. I could not fathom such a situation in my wildest dreams. She was my everything. The love of my life.
And "our" friends now became her protection from me. No one would tell me what was going on or relay messages. I was her life partner and suddenly was locked out of her life. Completely alone. She was gravely sick and everyone could help her but me, her partner of 12 years. So I cried and cried and cried and texted pleas of why? Which was met with stone silence.
After being released from the hospital, she stayed with her friends rather than come home. I brought her fresh clothes and toiletries but wasn't allowed to go inside to see her. She was less than a mile from our house and everyone but me you see her. It was the worst thing anyone has ever done to me.
And only when I had moved all of my possessions out of the house and I was gone did she come home.
I can't look back and not cry about what transpired. I am not a bad person. I know she was on heavy medication and probably felt helpless. I was drowning in the surreal, awful fog that descended upon my everything overnight.
There's so much more but how can I explain everything about this terrible horrible last year. I'm in counseling now but sometimes, like today, where I just want her back, want "us" back. But I don't see how that could ever happen. All the friends we shared were so hateful to me. She still socializes with them, hosted a party at our house for them, took a vacation with them. And these people were awful to me.
But I still don't think I can live without her. I moved across the country because it hurt so much to have her so near but not share a life together. We were going to grow old together, enjoy her retirement together but suddenly everything changed overnight.
I'm in therapy and am coping so much better than I was for the first 10 months. 10 months apart. So unreal. In November I tried to commit suicide and was hospitalized for a month. This year was beyond awful. I was in shock that she died next to me. That haunts me. What's worse though is that she was saved and lives yet she may as well have died, as our relationship ended right then.
I'm sorry I'm writing to the internet about this, but it's one of those days when , in an instant, all of the terrible flooded back. And I know that I've lost the love of my life and things won't ever be the same. And I'm 60 all alone. And I don't know anyone here and have found that being old is very lonely when you've known such a deep love and lost it.
And here comes Pride. I'll see couples walking together and holding hands, older couples who are devoted and committed to each other. That makes my loss like a knife to my heart. It's hard to bear.
Lastly, I know I wasn't the perfect partner. But I was true and kind and loved her beyond what she'll ever know. And I miss her so much. So much.
Thank you advice for letting me post this because I have no friends and am still so so sad.

Anyone know what happened to Tilly’s? I know they closed down after covid, but I know some people from South Kingstown that said the owner(s) was involved in some gambling and lost a bunch of money, and the GoFundMe was just to get back that money, then they opened for a bit then closed permanently right after. Not sure of the validity of that story though.
Just curious if anyone knows if anything bigger happened or if it was just covid costs? The food was incredible so I would’ve loved to see them make a comeback.

i’m kinda an awkward person. i was having sex with this guy in missionary and when i have sex i tend to close my eyes? i feel like this is normal? but while he was fucking me he asked me why my eyes are closed and realized his eyes r open the entire time? which is fine but eye contact is awkward for me sometimes (esp during sex) and closing my eyes help me focus on the feeling. is it weird from a guy’s perspective for a girl’s eyes to be closed most of the time during sex?

I grew way too many tomatoes - I over sowed not expecting them all to thrive as well as they have. I have 8 of each variety I decided to grow this year; san marzano (homemade pasta sauce, anyone?), honey, and orangello.
I am absolutely wracking my brain right now trying to find the appropriate planters to put them in, unable to just stick them in the ground because my back garden is all paved (I didn't choose this, if I could I would remove it all and replace it with natural land).
They're all growing pretty big right now in their 8cm pots (the biodegradable kind that, in theory, you can just stick right in the ground where you intend to keep them), and they needed planting out like, days ago. I'm incredibly short on money though and if there's one thing I didn't expect to be hard pressed to find, it was what to put these guys in (say nothing for the soil I'll need, too). With as many as I grew, I'm happy only keeping 2-3 of each variety I've got, and giving the rest away.
That said, of all the reading I've done of what to plant tomatoes in, do they really need 2-3 feet of depth? I can't find anything affordable that's more than 1 foot deep.
I like the look of these bags, which comes with 5 in a bundle, 1 foot deep, 20 inches wide
https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B09LY2GX7F
I know these would be great for one tomato plant, but if I keep nine tomato plants (3 of each) I need to be able to plant two per planter, it's all I can afford. Could I put one space hogging variety with a less space hogging one? (If there is such a thing with tomatoes)
Alternatively, I'm incredibly open to other planters, these are just what I've been able to find.
Apologies for the absolute mental gymnastics and possible overthinking - I just really want to grow them right!

Mijn zus verteld me wel eens over haar werk in de klantenservice, en hoe krom sommige dingen zijn. Ik vind het allemaal heel herkenbaar want ik heb zelf ook in callcenters gewerkt.
Wat mij vooral is opgevallen op basis van persoonlijke ervaring, zijn de volgende punten:
1: Callcenters willen niet problemen oplossen, zodat er vaker gebeld word, en het zo lijkt alsof ze meer telefoontjes hebben afgehandeld. Er zijn targets, maar deze zijn amper relevant. "Herstart de pc maar en bel ons zo terug", "we gaan nu een systeem reset doen en als dat niet lukt bel zo maar terug" Ik heb een collega gehad die niks deden de hele dag, behalve als het druk werd. Dan ging hij zeggen dat er storing was en dat er echt later teruggebeld moest worden. De leiding wist hiervan. Oplossingen die ik heb aangeboden worden niet gebruikt, want dan bellen er minder klanten. Slechte cases worden op de naam van personeel gezet wat ontslagen word. Hierdoor kan het callcenter doen naar hun klant alsof ze het probleem hebben opgelost.
2: het beleid van een bedrijf maakt klanten ontevreden. Deze klanten bellen met de ontevredenheid op naar de klanten service voor een praktische oplossing, maar waar nooit over gesproken word is de ontevredenheid die word afgereageerd op het personeel. Ik ben zelf uiterst rustig en netjes, maar merk dat klantenservice personeel toch vaak reageert alsof ik ruzie probeer te maken. Zij zitten al in die stand. Ik vermoed sterk dat dit psychologische schade aanricht waar niet over gesproken word. Voor het flutloontje wat deze mensen krijgen vind ik dit een te zware last om te dragen. Het helpt ook niet dat personeel alleen de klant mag corrigeren als de klant schreeuwd of scheld, maar oneindig lang klagen en zichzelf een slachtoffer vinden kost heel veel energie om aan te horen, maar daar mag je de klant niet in tegenhouden. Dit is niet hoe normaal menselijk contact hoort te gaan, maar personeel word dit wel aangeleerd, en neemt dit mogelijk mee in hun persoonlijke leven: aldus psychologische schade.
3: omdat de klantenservice tussen de mensen die het beleid voeren, en de klant inzit, zullen zij nooit goed voelen dat er iets moet gebeuren, en veranderd er weinig voor de klant.
4: gemaakte beloftes die niet worden nagekomen tenzij je daar bewijs van hebt. Laptop gekocht met een defect, en je hebt weken lopen testen met hulp van klantenservice? "Ja maar uw eerste 2 aankoopweken zijn voorbij, we kunnen deze niet vervangen, stuur maar op voor reparatie +- 6 weken"
Hebben andere (ex-)klantenservice mensen ook deze ervaring?
Misschien weet iemand wat er zou moeten gebeuren om hier landelijk verandering in teweeg te brengen?

People keep telling me that they cried upon hearing of Doobie's passing or even when he got sick. You don't know how much it means to me that Doobie touched your lives as well. You don't know how much it means to me that you care about him and you can feel my pain.
People have been asking me to get another dog. I know you mean well, but it hurts, so please don't. You wouldn't be asking someone who lost a partner, parent, or child to get a new one.
People have been offering to give me their dogs. I appreciate that you see me as a good furparent, but please do not offer this to me.
I gave my life, my everything, to Doobie. I need time for myself now for self-care, for travel, and do not ever want to experience this pain again. I know you all mean well, but it actually hurts when this is suggested.
People who I am not close to ask me for help, recommendations, and favors all the time. Or want to meet up, chitchat. Normally, I am glad to assist. But now, it's been less than 2 months since I lost him. I simply don't have the energy for this, unless I offer. There is no time limit for grieving, so please, let me be. Let me grieve.
Now, if you will message me to offer me 1 million pesos instead of dogs, or instead of asking for help, you are more than welcome! So I can finally travel again to start healing better 😛
If you see me ok through posts, if you see me laughing or having fun, do not think "Oh she's already ok" I have good days and bad days. My energy is very limited and my mood changes very quickly.
If you see me posting about hanging with dogs, I just LOVE dogs and they give me joy. It doesn't mean they are mine.
He was the only family I had around. Allow me to grieve and mope without judging me or giving me unsolicited advice. I hope to find my old zest-for-life, jolly, cheerful, sarcastic self again at some point, but for now, allow me to grieve please. And allow me to continue to celebrate his life through posts and anecdotes.
I appreciate you all. It's just a painful time right now, but I will continue to be happy for your own milestones in life.

notjustadog #loveofmylife

I [27f] have known this friend [31f] for a year.
About a year ago, my friend [31f] hits it off with a taken guy at a wedding (his girlfriend is there too). She slides into his DMs afterwards. They sext via ig for like a month until his girlfriend friends out, their relationship ends and he wants nothing to do with her ever again. Obviously the guy was in the wrong too but my friend [31f] thinks that her behavior was ok because nothing physical ever happened and their relationship apparently "needed to end anyway".
A few months ago she was sexting one of her fiance's friends (she has stopped doing this now that she's engaged). I know that her fiance would be REALLY upset if he ever found out. She has decided not to tell him because nothing physical ever happened. She knows she's done something wrong here but won't make it right by telling him. I have debated telling him but I'm not close with him and he would 100% believe her over me.
Recently, she encouraged one of our mutual friends [30f] to start sexting some random guy they'd met on vacation who doesn't even live in this country. This led to the end of the mutual friend's [30f] 6 year relationship (the flirting and sexting started BEFORE they broke up). Again, my friend is saying that actually it's a good thing that this happened because their relationship apparently needed to end.
Right now, she's sending dirty memes/texts to the guy I'm seeing. It's not sexting but it's the shit you send to someone before you actually start full on sexting them. No one is hiding this from me. She'll often send me screenshots of their conversations and he will tell me that my friend is making dirty comments (things like "hehe that looks like a dildo ;) ;) ;) bet that must be fun" in response to an innocent ig story).
Previously, her sexting/encouraging other people to sext as well was none of my business. Now it kind of is my business, what should I do?
Or really, what is the best way to end this friendship? Do I do the fade out and just stop replying/tell her I'm not free when she asks to hang? How do I explain to the guy I'm seeing what is going on?