Hospitals in weymouth ma

As cliché as it may sound, that was a dark, cold and stormy night; In a small road cafeteria they were sheltering from the rain, drinking coffee and listening to the radio, a trucker who passed by and had stopped to drink coffee, a doctor who had done the same taking advantage of a break from his night shift at the hospital. , a surprisingly young and even attractive waitress who was counting tips while listening to the radio , a strange and diffident bespectacled guy crouching in a secluded corner , and the town sheriff sitting at a table drinking coffee , plus a young man who for the moment seemed quiet and reserved. He was wearing a red sweatshirt with a hood and pockets and sweatpants , as well as a pair of sneakers that finished off his ensemble , and sitting on a stool near the bar , he was eating a cheeseburger immersed in his own thoughts while his eyes They were oscillating between looking at the thunder through the window or looking at what the waitress was doing. She had blonde hair pulled back, was wearing a button-up green shirt that had her name written on the side, and a short black skirt. Although her work outfit was not particularly flattering, it could be seen that she had a good figure.
On the radio they advised not to go out due to the rain and they also reported a series of strange disappearances that had been taking place recently in the towns near the cafeteria. Missing animals, missing children, it didn't matter what the local authorities didn't seem to care about, at least not enough...
After counting the money and putting everything in the cash register , the girl went into the bathroom and , since her shift for that day had already finished , or rather , it should have already finished if it were not for the fact that they could not get out due to Due to the torrential rain that was falling, she decided to dress up as much as she could in front of a mirror that she had in front of her and change her work shirt for a top that she carried in her bag. Leaving the bathroom, the boy looked at her again and decided to take the opportunity to try to start a conversation: "Hey, since we're not going to be able to get out of here for at least the next few hours, would you like to chat for a while?" he said ending the sentence with a crude attempt to show his best smile.
"Of course, why not?" , the girl was friendly . The boy , beyond just being attracted to the young woman , dreamed of being a writer and had thought that at least he could come up with an idea for a character by chatting with the girl for a while . The girl approached him and sat next to him. "I've seen your name on the side of your uniform, Liv, my name is Jake"
"Nice to meet you , Jake, do you live around here?" Liv asked.
"Yeah, yeah, I guess so," Jake said, thinking about the words while scratching the side of his head - "And you?"
"Yeah …"
Jake noticed that Liv was wearing three bracelets on one arm: one in a pastel tone that read QHMM (which could perfectly mean "What Would Midge Maisel Do"), another that read "NORMAL PEOPLE SCARE ME" ( one of Tate Langdon's signature phrases from the American Horror Story series, and a rose that seemed to have a spider web pattern, which immediately reminded him of the Spider-Gwen character.
Have you seen the new Spider-Man movie? Jake asked, looking closely at the girl's bracelet.
“Yeah, yeah,” Liv said, noticing Jake looking at her bracelets.
"And did you like me?"
"Are you kidding, man? That movie is a fucking masterpiece."
At that moment, it seemed to Jake that the sky opened before his eyes, giving way to a beautiful sunset. At least in his head, it was still raining heavily outside. So with the gates of Olympus opening before him, metaphorically speaking, he gained a bit of self-confidence and started talking to Liv without worries as if he had known her forever...
They were talking quietly when suddenly and with a kind of noise, a middle-aged man who was a local guy entered the cafeteria. His clothing consisted of jeans, a faded leather hooded sweatshirt, and cowboy boots with worn soles. In addition , on the sweatshirt , he wore some pins , among them the most notable ones were one with a smiley face and a bullet hole in the head , one with a peace symbol and one with the letters CK . The strange man sat down at a table and asked for a coffee, to which the girl said that, since her work day was technically over, she could pour herself the coffee from the coffee maker and leave the money on the table. The guy got up, went to the bar and put a crumpled bill and a couple of coins there, then he took the jug from the coffee maker and a cup and poured himself some coffee. He took a small sip and looked suspiciously at the two youngs who had been talking until then.

Ingegneria è senza dubbio uno dei percorsi di studio più difficili, alla fine della quale uno si può considerare un ingegnere: se hai fatto ing. meccanica sai progettare macchine, se hai fatto ing. civile sai progettare case, e così via. Per apprendere competenze del genere bisogna effettivamente fare l'università d'ingegneria, nel senso che è molto difficile apprenderle da autodidatti... ma lo stesso vale per ing. informatica? Sento gente dire che tanto alla fine tutti vengono assunti in aziende di consulenze per programmare: ing. informatici, informatici, gente che neanche ha una laurea... ma allora vale la pena fare ing. informatica se alla fine ciò che serve effettivamente nel lavoro si può imparare in modo più facile e se davvero quasi nessun datore di lavoro ti chiede la laurea? Risparmiatemi il banale "fai ciò che ti piace", se faccio un'ingegneria voglio poi sentirmi soddisfatto, e se mi trovo a lavorare con gente che a mala pena ha la laurea, io non lo sono.

23M. When i'm bringing his food, I got bitten in my finger because of his excitement and leave a small wound on my finger because of that. I got my anti rabies vaccine 5 months ago because I got scratched by my pet cat. My pup didn't get an anti rabies vaccine yet. So gonna ask, should I got to the hospital and take another vaccine?

Burner for reasons, and please forgive if similar has been asked and I've missed it. I lurk on the sub but haven't seen anything like this in my time watching, though I've seen...kind of similar.
I'm getting to that point in my schooling (as a late college grad) where I'm starting to look at jobs. There are a lot of opportunities in my field requiring clearance, so I want to find out if I'm going to really struggle or if I'm overthinking things.
When I was in my teens (decades ago), I received numerous mental health diagnoses that, given more recent evaluation, were very off the mark. I've glanced at an SF86 out of curiosity and I know that they ask "have you ever had a diagnosis of..." and there's a list. Well, some of the things from my teenage years are on that list (Borderline Personality Disorder, Schizophrenia).
A little background: I was going through A LOT as a teenager, including abuse at home and bullying at school, and had other undiagnosed issues that made all that worse. I was intensely suicidal. Because of how I described some of my symptoms (I did my best, but it wasn't great), I ended up with a frequently changing laundry list of diagnoses. While neither of those followed me as an adult, a (again incorrect) diagnosis of dissociative identity disorder did.
That, too, has been removed and I'm left with ADHD, anxiety, and depression (all controlled with medication).
From what I've read on this sub, I know the "whole person concept" applies, and that mitigation would be current mental health. My last hospitalization was approaching 15 years ago, but there was a substantial amount of self harm in my early adulthood.
I know that no one can give me a "Oh it won't be an issue" or anything like that, so I guess what I'm really asking is, is there a process in place for people like me who have received those red-flag diagnoses but they were wrong and neuropsych evaluations much later proved them to be inaccurate?
Thanks in advance.

Sometime last year I went to the ER with severe stomach pains. I thought my appendix had ruptured. Thankfully, or maybe not so thankfully, the doctors concluded that I had CHS, and that I was currently having a CVS episode. Honestly I didn’t really believe them, but I decided to take their advice and stop smoking completely.
Well… here I am a year later and this is my third episode. I did stop smoking for maybe 6 months or so, and when I started smoking again it was in smaller doses. For the past few months I’ve been smoking a lot more, and I was really happy that I hadn’t had any symptoms. That was until my second episode a few months ago. I was traveling and thought it had something to do with anxiety, even though I did go to the ER and told them it was CHS they didn’t really believe me either because it was an out of state hospital who doesn’t have much experience with this rare condition.
So here I am, a little over a year later and enduring my third chs episode. I guess I just came on here to vent and share my experience. It’s depressing that I can’t smoke anymore, and although it sounds childish it really does seem unfair.
I haven’t smoked in 4 days and the vomiting has slowly subsided. It is currently 2am and I’m writing this on my bathroom floor. Although I’m not vomiting as much, I really can’t get comfortable enough to fall asleep.
Like I said I really just came on here to vent and maybe ask a few questions but I don’t know what to ask. I’m so dehydrated, and really feel so unwell right now. I will say finding this Sub did made my night a bit better. It’s nice to know you’re not alone in this, even if it’s a small group it’s better than nothing.
Oh I also wanted to say, I have met one other person in my life who has CHS, and I’d like to think they’re the reason I was still smoking over a year after my first episode. They preached about moderation and tolerance breaks, and it did seem to work for them. Clearly not for me tho lol.
Thanks for reading! Sorry it’s kinda of a mess like I said I am a little unwell right now. I’ll try to write an update in a few weeks from now, and hopefully I’ll sound a bit more uplifting then! Thanks again

Spoiler alert: It's actually just one dude who keeps on making different usernames... because his accounts are getting suspended as soon as he starts posting. Who'da thunk?
All I'm gonna say right now is this... anyone who thinks they're some special snowflake who's above all social rules because they have a personality disorder, and thinks the most oppressed they've been was when they were in a psych hospital, they obviously only think this way because they grew up extremely overprivileged and can just throw money at people when they don't get their way.
And I say this with empathy, having survived a few REALLY rough psych hospitalizations myself. I know for years I've talked on Reddit about how awful it was to go through that shit.
But I don't blame "the system". I blame my mom for starting me on that road to the point where I'm still going down it. No, I'm not okay right now, the six year anniversary was this week and it was the same day as in 2017 so this is the LAST FUCKING THING I need right now. I'm just starting to let go of that shit.
Mental health interventions are generally solved with medication, not by Making Other People Do What You Want. I grew up around money (and briefly had it) with extremely fucked up parents, so I'm used to this type of behavior. Everybody on TMN was surprised at how long I was able to put up with this guy's crap.
But good luck with anyone else ever putting up with you. I am tired after months of relentless texting with someone who I thought was incredibly shallow at best, a total fraud at worst.
So yeah, please. Leave. You were the one who actually said "if you would like to mail me a restraining order" so yeah I think you know exactly what the fuck you're doing.
Anyway I'm about to see little sistefour brother-cousins tomorrow for the first time since Christmas so yeah I'm excited. Not gonna let this dumb shit ruin my night... I'll definitely have more to say about this later when I feel like wasting anymore energy on this guy cause right now I'm fucking DONE with this.

I really need to vent about this.
She asked what she should do to be able to talk to us again, and that was a sincere apology, which she miserably failed to do.
We ignored her, then GFIL got hospitalized and she exploited the situation to text again, got our silence as an answer.
We told FIL to tell her to stop texting, he did.
We all got covid, she took the opportunity to text again as soon as FIL knew hubby tested positive (he wanted to come visit us and we had to tell him not to, that's why he was informed).
We told FIL to tell her that her messages were not welcome, unless she was asking for permission to visit LO, he told her exactly that.
She texted again next morning to know how things were going, and she also pointed out that I might've made a mistake while testing myself since I was still negative (I became positive the next day).
At that point hubby called FIL and told him to shut her down or he would've ignored our lawyer's advice to not block her and block her anyway, FIL apologized and told her.
She then stopped to message us for about a week, and yesterday while we were on call with FIL we heard her saying something to FIL and he proceeded to ask us "MIL wanted to say hi to the four of you, would that be a problem..?" and hubby said "yes, it doesn't seems appropriate to us and we've already made it clear".
I'm exhausted, and I know that this will never stop, mostly because we can't legally block them since they have the right to contact us to see our child (soon to be children).
She wasn't supposed to know about this new pregnancy, and now I don't feel safe knowing that she's aware of it and that she's talking to her mother about it (she's full of envy, hate and wished us bad things more than once).
She now wants to contribute to chose (not pay since she doesn't have an income) gifts for the babies and she's always in the background babbling stuff when FIL calls us.
I can't take her anymore and it's becoming clear that she's convinced she'll get things her way sooner or later.

A part many people miss from this episode is…
When Tony and Fran are at the restaurant and he’s telling her about the death of his aunt and how it was hard for the husband. She looks at him with not a care in the world until the waiter comes with wine and she lights us. Showing how shallow she really is!
Similar to Tony’s Comare Valentina when Tony’s telling her about Ralphie’s son being in the hospital.
Tony realizes that Fran was a Hoooaa and that he was exactly like his father….a low life, degenerate gambler.

My ex aunt and nanny wouldn’t care they would go kill:jailed anyways. Force me into treatment to cure me (see above). Nice Aunt said she’ll save me now I’m not sure, giving she was on board with sending to a hospital for treatment in my kid-young adult hood. What did she wake up and guilty or something.

My ex aunt and nanny wouldn’t care they would go kill:jailed anyways. Force me into treatment to cure me (see above). Nice Aunt said she’ll save me now I’m not sure, giving she was on board with sending to a hospital for treatment in my kid-young adult hood. What did she wake up and guilty or something.

I’ve been a nurse at this hospital for 11 years. I started off floating and I remember always telling myself “I love not getting involved in anything or the work politics”. I eventually applied to a floor that I liked and now the floor has completely gone to sh!t.
When I first started on the floor, it was a different vibe, teamwork, laughs and pretty good moral. Over the years the floor has become a dumping ground with so much staff turn over. Many of the people who I loved working with have been long gone or retired. I stay because I like the schedule and haven’t found another opening with the same schedule yet.
Anyways, with all of the changes and staffing turn over, my line is very short. There are only 3 of us (full-time) on our line. Many people are on leaves and there are vacancies. The other lines have more regular staff. I keep hearing people say “we are horrible nurses, our line sucks, they hate picking up shifts on our line”.
New hires, students, big mouths and the cliques love to dig in on this. They talk about us like we’re idiots and they’re “know it alls”. It’s so weird that it doesn’t even make sense. We’ve had some really big mouthed new hires and even students. They sit around the charge nurse and it’s just so uncomfortable.
I generally like to keep to myself, I’m social with a few of the regulars on my line but I’m quiet because it’s such a bad floor right now.
One nurse/“friend” in particular is always repeating what people say to me and constantly instigating. It’s exhausting. Everyone talks about each other but they keep harping on our line. They will say it to any and everyone.and everyone. This is worse than high school. I have the 2nd highest seniority, I should have left by now…
Our manager is new- should I bring this up to her?

I don't know who I am anymore. I'm scared to do anything and I'm all alone. I've been so messed up ever since I gave up my son. My emotional plummet from the separation happened at the same time that I got my first job working in my career field with shelter animals and the two circumstances could not coexist. I kept being a failure at everything ever since. It took me 4 1/2 years after his birth, of addiction (that didn't start until immediately after his adoption) and continuing homelessness that began a decade before I became pregnant, to get to a place in life where I have the space and time by myself in my government owned 2 year wait-list apartment to grieve and figure things out. I'm a year sober with only a handful of one time relapses, but other than that I don't do anything, I'm scared to do anything at all. No job, no hobbies, nothing. I haven't stepped foot outside of my apartment in a couple of months. Even for groceries when I have food stamps, I order no contact delivery. A couple of days ago I looked out of the window for the first time in weeks. I don't talk to anyone or hang out with anyone. I only got my apartment 5 months ago and I have not once cleaned or taken out the trash, which I would have never let happen before. I used to be polar opposite from how I am now. I am so lost. It feels like the only thing I've ever done or will do right on this planet, and the only purpose I was born for, was creating him so that his parents and their relatives could be a family.
That's why I don't interact or visit as much as I used to or as much as I am allowed and should, considering I have entirely free privilege to do so; even with them knowing everything about me and my struggles. It's been hard on me and I don't talk about it to anyone. I don't want to admit how much it hurts spiritually to do the right thing for him. It hurts on a deeper level than even I, myself can grasp. Mentally I wouldn't change a thing about it. I would do everything since the day I was born exactly the same for eternity to always place him in their arms. I never doubted or questioned myself about my decision to give him up the second I made it, and I never will. ESPECIALLY because of who he was lucky enough to end up calling his parents. But after we left the hospital, I became empty. The only reason I make sure that I keep myself breathing is to see his face, witness his adventures, hear about developments in his personality, interests, talents, etc. And to be alive for him in the future to talk to about any questions or advice he may ever want or need, if he chooses to have a continuing relationship with me once he's able to be more involved in his own interpersonal relationships. I would be letting him down if I ended my own life. All I know how to do is maintain the most basic necessary functions and not get in anyone's way. I don't know what to do.

This dream happened to me a few years ago, and before I begin I am not a horror movie guy at all, also I was in the middle of a mental breakdown (went to the mental hospital they diagnosed me with Schizoaffective Disorder) after I got out of the hospital I was doing things right, sleeping before 10pm, eating 3 healthy meals, I stopped smoking marijuana and using nicotine I was exercising, I was checking off all the boxes for mental health. One night I had a dream that was a lot more vivid than the others I was having (probably a result of stopping smoking) in this dream I came to on a beach, I saw two people sitting in beach lounge chair as I got closer it turned out they were zombies or some type of undead. I wasn’t scared by it though they didn’t react to me and just continue lounging also part of me felt like I was there for a reason and I just ignored them and continued on seconds later I come across Freddy. This isn’t like the regular Freddy dreams people talk about, he isn’t chasing me or trying to kill me, he is just sitting at a table and he doesn’t say a word just sticks out his hand (I can’t remember if he had the glove on or not lol) I go to shake his hand and he smiles for a second and starts laughing we are still shaking each others hands then I start bellowing I mean I sounded like pop smoke when I started laughing it was the deepest laugh I’ve ever heard real life/movies/dreams. The rest of the dream, which wasn’t too much longer, I was just sitting next to Freddy enjoying the beach and looking at the two zombies until I woke up. No words were spoken during the dream and this was actually one of the few dreams were I actually felt scared after I woke up. I knew of Freddy ofc, but after that dream I started looking for other people’s Freddy dreams and I couldn’t find one like mine. To this day I have no idea what it means, but it haunts me even though it wasn’t a nightmare and fear wasn’t present during the dream. Anyone have any insight into this besides I’m going to inherit Freddy Krueger’s power?

I wrote about how i found out I was pregnant foe the first time and how I didn't know what to do well sadly I had lost my bby n found out it was a boy am heart broken because it was my first bby but what hurts me more is the fact that I feel alone that the person I love the most is acting like nothing happened we both believe n God n always knew that if we ever had a kid we need to take responsibility for it. Well when we found out we were shocked it was a surprise we were not planning to have kids yet i knew we were not ready but this was our responsibility as parents for the pass 3 months I was doing everything alone I didn't want to both my parents it was really stressful finding a job for him a few weeks ago my mid wife called telling me they didn't find a heart beat to my child I went to the hospital to get all the exams n to clearfiy if it was true sadly it was 2 days ago I had a surgery to remove my child I had been staying at my parents to recover but yesterday my partner didn't come to see me this broke me more I knew he didn't want kids well not yet but what hurt more was his words to me when I told him how I felt about his actions he said he didn't want kids with me that's what broke me the worst am going through so much from a miscarriage n all I want is to be with him. This hurts cuz his the man I love I never gave this much love to anyone but this is sadly my life rn and I can't work due to how much stress am going through work to thx to my supervisor I really wish I could make my partner understand me n make him understand this isn't easy for me n that he too was a parents to a child we were both not ready. We were both working hard for our kid n for us but I feel that he did this to get away for reality. I need alot of advice in want to do n how to make my partner understand me. I want ppl to understand his not a bad person his been through alot too his never had a father figure in his life only a mother his self thought too his not good with emotions n it's hard for him to express himself, his a very loving person and is family oriented too if he sees any of his family getting hurt he will be there for them but this pregnancy was hard in him n he was In shock this was new for us as young ppl but I dont know how to understand me as his partner n the mother of his child. I really needed to vent to help me relief myself with all this.

Thailand hospitals and deaths
I don't know about your observations. It seems from the news 98% to 99% of incidents in Thailand, it appears that when the victim is hurt or been in an accident, and they are subsequently taken to a "near by hospital." Then they are typically declared dead in most circumstances.
Perhaps I'm being overly paranoid, but I haven't heard of any successful recovery stories of a wounded person from their wounds in a Thai hospital.
Your opinions?

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36 F, US. Hoping someone can give me some ideas because I have been to Urgent Care 3 times and the ER. The latest they say is I need to see a dr (they were doctors). I just moved to the area and with my work schedule (overnights) I have not found anyone who will see me anytime soon and I'm kind of in agony. I am in a rural area and the nearest hospital/dr is 40 miles away.
March I start feeling tender and crampy in the area under my belly button. That area also starts to become enlarged and distended. It still is and the pain is still there.
April I had acute kidney area pain and started peeing blood. I had a strange feeling earlier that day that I had a UTI with incredibly mild symptoms. I had this happen once before and it was an untreated UTI that turned into a kidney infection. Looks like that's what happened again. I get an antibiotic and start feeling better that night. Probably not even a week after I finish it, I have major pain in my right side, higher than the kidneys, maybe liver area? It's so bad I go straight to the urgent care. They feel around asking if certain points hurt and 1 sends me through the roof. They don't explain what it means and seem to be at a loss but give another antibiotic and tell me to watch for signs of appendicitis. My urine test had been negative for bacteria. I take that antibiotic. Every urinalysis I have had so far tests positive for protein and blood. I take the antibiotic even though I know it won't do anything since I just finished a long round of antibiotics. The told me to follow up.
I follow up as I still have the kidney area pain, distended abdomen, constant nausea, and pelvic area pain. That dr says he hears something abnormal with my heart. I go to the er. They check me out but do not hear anything and they can't detect a murmur. I ask about my flank pain. They say they don't know, to find a dr. No bacteria in urine here either.
I have been seeing drs. I have paid at least $300 in copays and still have no answers. It hurts so much I don't even want to get out of bed. I just want to cry. I don't know tf else I'm supposed to do at this point. I've talked to like 6 different drs and they all just say to go see a doctor. I thought that's what I was doing?! It's been at least a week since I went to the ER and nothing has improved, it's getting worse.
Maybe unrelated but other symptoms during this time: headaches, low grade fevers, heartburn (which is unusual for me), chest pain (this was before the murmur incident and I figured was probably from the heartburn), insomnia (probably from pain), lack of apetite (probably from constant nausea), feeling full even though I haven't eaten.
No other conditions or medications taken. My BP is great. I have had my gallbladder removed.
Wtf can be going on with me? It does not seem bacterial and that is what most searches suggest. Why is my abdomen distended?! It is very noticeable and my weight has not increased.