u/Soft_Couple_4962

What's the point of giving a delivery agent number if their delivery agent blocked all unknown numbers? This has been happening for years now. I filed complain everytime but nothing changed. I know it's a local area issue and these delivery guys are retarded but what flipkart is doing?

Hey guys, need some serious advice on egg quality because I've had two horrible experiences back-to-back.

First, I bought open eggs from the local market and they had a disgusting medicine/chemical aftertaste. Looks like the chickens are pumped with heavy antibiotics or the storage was contaminated.

Today, I ordered packed eggs from a quick-commerce app. They were 1 day past expiry but passed the water sink test. But after hard-boiling and peeling them, the egg whites were completely greyish discolored and smelled rotten. I had to throw the whole batch. And flipkart is not even refunding for it.

Eggs are my main superfood for muscle growth, but with this level of adulteration and zero cold storage maintenance by sellers, it's becoming a health hazard.

Where are you guys buying genuine, fresh eggs from? Any specific trusted brands or hacks to source clean eggs? Please help a brother out.

I am from Bihar.

I wanted to share this here because even though it happened years ago when I was a kid, I still think about it.

Basically, I was sleeping and I "woke up" inside the dream. My mom and brother were sitting in my room, so I talked to them for a bit, spent some time together, and everything felt completely normal.

After a moment, I got out of bed and went outside into the hall. That's when my stomach dropped.

Both my mom and my brother were sitting out there in the hall. The real them.

I freaked out completely. Like, if they were out in the hall the whole time, then who the hell was I just talking to in my room? The sheer panic completely shocked my system and I woke up for real in real life.

But honestly, the horror didn't even stop there. When I woke up, I was so confused and had the exact same dilemma like the movie Inception. I couldn't tell if this was the real awakening or if I was still trapped inside a deeper layer of the dream. I was literally pinching myself to check.

For the next few minutes, I genuinely wasn't sure if it was real. Well, I hope it was real because I feel like I've been living in the same awakened dream ever since then lol.

To this day, the whole concept of doppelgängers or things mimicking people absolutely freezes me.

I need to get this off my chest because even though it happened years ago when I was a kid, the sheer, skin-crawling terror of it has stayed with me into adulthood.

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It started with what felt like a completely normal night. I was asleep in my bed, and then I "woke up." Looking back, it was a flawless false awakening. There was no weird dream logic, no distorted lighting—everything in my bedroom looked exactly as it did in real life.

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My mom and brother were sitting in my room.

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Nothing felt off. I sat up, started talking to them, and we just hung out and chatted for a bit. It felt completely warm, safe, and normal. After a few minutes, I got out of bed and walked out into the hallway to head to the living room.

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That’s when my stomach completely dropped.

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Sitting out in the hall, watching TV, were my mom and my brother. The real them.

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The realization hit me like a physical blow. If they were out here... who the hell had I been talking to in my room all that time?* Who—or what—was still sitting by my empty bed?

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The sheer, primal panic of realizing I had just been casually chilling with two entities mimicking the people I trusted most completely broke the dream. The absolute terror shocked my system, and I snapped awake in the real world.

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But the horror didn't stop there.

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When I opened my eyes for real, I was hit with this overwhelming wave of confusion. I was trapped in that exact Inception dilemma—questioning if this was actually the real awakening, or if I was just stuck in yet another deeper layer of the dream. I was literally pinching myself, looking around the room, completely terrified to leave my bed. For the next few minutes, I couldn't trust my own senses.

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Well... I hope it was the real world, because I've been living in this exact same "awakened" reality ever since.

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To this day, the concept of doppelgängers or things pretending to be human absolutely freezes me.

It started like every other dream—fuzzy, scattered, already fading even as I try to remember it now. But somewhere in the blur, I found myself standing in a room that felt… wrong.

It wasn’t dark, not exactly. Everything was black and white, yet the contrast was turned up to an almost painful degree. The whites glared like headlights, and the blacks sank so deep they seemed to swallow the edges of the room. It looked hyperreal—like a scene lit for a nightmare rather than filmed for one.

There was a couch, a bookshelf overflowing with books, random junk scattered everywhere. But none of it made sense. Every object seemed slightly misplaced, like it belonged to a memory that wasn’t mine.

I remember thinking: this is the moment before the jumpscare.

You know that split second in horror movies where the camera pans slowly and you know something’s about to appear—but it doesn’t, not yet? The silence stretches too long, and that’s when you realize you’re trapped in the wait itself.

That’s what it felt like.

I was half-asleep, half-conscious, my body heavy and unresponsive. My head jerked left, right, scanning corners, expecting a face to pop out—each time bracing for that burst of terror that never came. Every time I looked, the tension built higher, and the world around me seemed to pulse darker and brighter at once.

A low growling sound started. Not loud, but everywhere. Like the air itself was vibrating with a threat.

I remember moving my hand in front of me—it felt wrong, disconnected, like my body wasn’t mine. Every movement made the growling rise. My heart was hammering so fast I thought it would break through my ribs. I kept waiting for the thing to appear, to end it—but it didn’t.

The longer it went on, the more unbearable it became. The fear had nowhere to go. It just sat there, pressing down harder and harder. My chest tightened. My breathing got shallow.

Then came the noise.

A sound escaped my throat—a moaning, strangled growl I didn’t mean to make. My own voice, but not. It scared me more than anything else. The growling in the air synced with it, echoing, amplifying.

And then I woke up.

Except… it didn’t feel like waking up. My room was exactly the same shape as the one in the dream, the shadows too still, too sharp. For a few seconds, I couldn’t tell if I was really awake or if this was another layer. I realized I was lying there, still making that sound.

It took another full minute before my body stopped shaking. My heart felt like I’d sprinted a mile.

Now, hours later, I keep thinking about how the face never appeared. It’s like my mind saved the worst for later—kept it somewhere, unfinished.

And every time I close my eyes, I see that overexposed room again. Still waiting. Still frozen in the moment before the jumpscare.

Hey everyone,

I’m trying to get a sense of what to expect and how serious this might be. My dad is 53, and here’s his timeline:

June 2024: Ultrasound for BPH found a small spleen lesion (~5 cm). CBC was normal.

Nov 2025: Follow-up ultrasound showed spleen ~8 cm. Referred to AIIMS.

March 2026: Splenectomy done (spleen 8.5×7.5 cm). Histopathology: extramedullary hematopoiesis + congestive splenomegaly.

Post-op CBC: low hemoglobin (~9.3) and high platelets (~732k).

April 2026: Hematology advised bone marrow biopsy + genetic tests (JAK2, CALR, MPL) to check for MPN. Other labs: low serum iron, high ferritin, B12 normal, Hb HPLC showed Beta Thalassemia trait.

Current status:

Recovering from surgery. Catheter in place due to BPH complications; minor urethral trauma from re-catheterization is healing.

No fever or systemic infection; vitals stable.

Bone marrow biopsy scheduled next week.

Questions I have for this community:

Based on his history, how slow or aggressive might MPN be?

How long do post-splenectomy platelet spikes usually last?

What patterns have people seen with extramedullary hematopoiesis and long-term management?

What should we realistically expect from the biopsy in terms of prognosis indicators?

I’m trying to understand what realistic outcomes look like and how to prepare emotionally and practically. Any experiences, advice, or insights would be really appreciated.

Thanks in advance!