So Taylor thinks I may have fractured part of my ankle. I mean it is still screaming out in pain after icing it for 4 hours. So, tomorrow I’ll be calling the doctors office to see if they can squeeze me in for an xray. This blows! And I just realized that it is my driving foot, so that blows even more. Taylor had to pull my compression sleeve off because I just couldn’t deal with the pain. Ugh. I should have just done all 8 miles this morning!
I’m so happy to get home! I just came from the doctors office and i have great news for hom and it’s awsomer news for me bcause it’s my birthday!! I drove home while listening to Falling In Reverse and screamed the lyrics to the songs earning looks from people. I finally got home and rushed in to the house quickly but, it was eerily quiet.
“Luke?” I called as I walked up the stairs to our shared bedroom. I was about to open the door untill I hear a moan…a womans moan. “Mmhmm luke,” she moaned and I heard him groan. I couldn’t take it any more so I barged into the room ans tottaly regretted it right away. Luke was bangin another girl in OUR bed. “Y/n….,” he trailed of but the girl gave me a smirk.
“I hate you! It’s my fucking birthday for fucks sakes luke!!! And you decide to fuck another girl while I’m at the doctors office!!” I screamed ad i wacthed them qickly dress. “Babe I I’m sorry,” he pleaded look me into my eye. “You know what luke? I had a great surprise for you when i got home,” I spat, glaring at him and the girl.
“I’m pregnant. But don’t worry, you can continue your relationship with her because I can take of the baby with out you!!!” I passed him and the girl and screamed, “Happy fuking birthday to me!”
Hmmmm. whats the bigger issue here? Being more likely to surive one specific type of heart attack, or being less likely to have fatal heart attacks in general + less likely to have non fatal heart attacks.
in november i was at the doctors office and they saw my scars and sent me to therapy. it was very bad and i was extremely suicidal and about to go. i just finished therapy a few days ago. i know im happier and i feel better, but im struggling. my depression has controlled me since fifth grade and i know nothing about who i am and what my personality is like and its hard because without personality, i feel like im not a real person and theres nothing to me. i feel like im nothing but a body
I am proud of you for going to therapy, you should talk to your therapist next time about getting on medication. It will make a big difference. :) good luck
since I weighed last I have 2 pounds gained.. those 2 pounds are super stubborn and will not leave.. I've been walking 2 times a day and trying to eat less and more healthy.. but whatever I do the 2 pounds won't budge.. what can I do to quickly get rid of those pounds so I can continue my weight loss journey and healthy eating??
Stop worrying about the two pounds. Fun fact about me: since starting my health journey two years ago, I have NOT stepped on a scale apart from at the doctor’s office. I don’t even own a scale. The number on the scale is literally irrelevant. Your weight fluctuates so much that it’s impossible to determine if you truly did gain five pounds over night. For example, step on the scale in the morning and take your weight. Then at night, step on it again. You’ll weigh more. Or try this: Step on the scale, and then go drink 1 liter of water and notice that you’ll weigh more Those two pounds mean nothing. Just keep eating right and working out. Ily
The Door at the End of the Hall (Story from a real cop.)
“Myself and a buddy on my squad responded to an alarm. The incident location was an old office type building that had been converted to doctor’s offices. There was a pharmacy attached to it. Our dispatch received a motion signal from an upstairs office. Key holder arrives on scene and we go in to secure the building. The stairs were locked behind a door that, of course, the key holder didn’t have keys to, so we took the elevator up to the second floor (not the most tactically sound option, I know).
Elevator opens to a pitch black hallway… except for one overhead light at the end of the hall. We start checking doors, and so far all are secured. We get to the last office, and sure enough, the door is unlocked. We make entry and observe it to be an unused office. The door opened to a sizable waiting room and reception area. There were about 10 or 12 exam rooms, all cleared with no hiccups.
We exit the office and immediately, something seems off. That is when I realize the overhead light at our end of the hallway that had been on was now off, replaced by another light over by the elevators. I look at my squad mate and he is completely white. I ask him what is wrong and he says, “Weren’t all those doors we just checked closed and locked?” I tell him “Yeah, so?” Buddy says, “Well now they’re all standing open.” Sure enough, all the offices down the hallway we had just checked were now standing open. Pucker factor sinks in at this point.
So we start clearing offices and securing offices. We finish the last office, and on our way out, just before we turn the corner to get into the waiting area, the main door just slams shut. Then, our radios start going nuts with some kind of static feedback. Now I just want to get the hell out of there.
We get back in the elevator and head down to the first floor to make contact with the key holder again. However, key holder is nowhere to be found. I contact dispatch and request a call back number for the key holder so I can advise him of what we found. Dispatch states that the key holder was still en route to us and was advising an ETA of 5 minutes. I advise dispatch that we had already been out with the key holder. Dispatch requests I give them a call.
I call dispatch and she tells me that there is no way we were out with a key holder. She states that the alarm company had only just made contact with one. Eventually, the “real” key holder arrives on scene and I ask her about the man that had let us in the building (the first key holder). She asked me to describe him, so I did. She states that that sounds like one of the doctors that used to lease the office on the second floor AT THE END OF THE HALL. She then states that he had committed suicide at his summer home several days ago.