u/honestly_im_sad

For some reason the people in my house think its a bright idea to let their sick dog with a (up til 2 hours ago) unknown illness throw up, piss, and diarrhea shit all over the yard where all the other dogs do their business as well.

I live in a little casita in the backyard of the main house, the main house dogs are 2 puppies and an adult dog, my dogs are my puppy and adult dog. All the dogs share the backyard at separate times, but pee and poop in the same area which isnt ideal when the main house people decide to barely tell you just 2 hours ago that one of the puppies has been showing symptoms for 5 days and just today tested positive for parvo and now their other puppy is showing too🙃.

Anyway enough of me losing my marbles, does anyone know any companies that do yard clean ups and disinfection? Or am I SOL? the yard is mostly concrete and dirt.

22F, prediabetic for years, and for the first time I'm actually scared. How do I turn that into change?

I've been in and out of the prediabetic range since I was around 13. Every year when I get bloodwork done, my a1c seems to bounce around. Sometimes it's prediabetic, sometimes it's normal. I also have pcos, obesity class 3, and hypertension, so I know I'm at higher risk than a lot of people.

I've always known I needed to eat better and lose weight. I've heard it from doctors my whole life. I used to see a pediatric endocrinologist when I was younger. But I don't think I ever really got it.

I'm taking a nursing course right now, and we've been covering diabetes. Learning about the complications and what uncontrolled diabetes can do long-term honestly hit me harder than I expected.

It also made me start looking at some things I've always brushed off as normal. Constant food noise. Cravings. Energy crashes. Feeling shaky sometimes when I haven't eaten. Headaches. Foot nerve pain and swelling.

I'm not looking for a diagnosis, but I think for the first time in my life I'm connecting the dots between where I am now and where I could end up if I don't make changes.

The problem is that I've had motivation before. I've had the "this is it, I'm changing my life" moments. They usually last a few weeks or months, and then life happens and I slowly slide back into old habits.

For those of you who have been where I am, whether you prevented diabetes, were diagnosed with it, or made major lifestyle changes. What helped you actually stick with it?

How did you take the first steps without trying to change everything at once?

How did you keep going when the fear faded?

I'm not asking for a magic solution. I think I'm just looking for advice from people who understand this better than I do, because right now I feel overwhelmed and honestly a little scared.

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Hello everyone! I've been on the job hunt for about 4 months now but I haven't had any luck finding jobs I actually like. I just landed a job last week but it pays minimum wage and seeing how they run the place I'm already ready to run for the hills. I've been looking for Healthcare jobs since I have an up to date BLS certification and will get my CNA certificate in August, but I'm not sure if I'll be able to last at this place til then.

Few things about me, I worked in a hospital before for about 3 years, I have patient care assistance experience, I've also worked retail before and am used to using pos systems. I've applied at pres, unm, lovelace, duke city urgent care, some nursing homes, Albuquerque er & hospital and I've heard zero. I've painstakingly customized my resume for each application and I've still not received a call, only the lone rejection email if that.

I was wondering if anyone knew any places that were hiring, I live on the westside but screw it I'm desperate. Preferably Healthcare or good paying retail, I'm looking for $15.50 at the bare minimum, its hard out here. Thank you all

i don’t really know how to explain this without sounding bitter but whatever

my whole life my mom was never really the person i could go to about anything personal. like relationships, insecurities, anything that actually hurt. i remember when my first boyfriend broke up with me, i was crying and felt like my world ended and all she said was “he probably left you because you’re a sangrona.” that was it. no hug, no “you’ll be okay,” just…that.

when i was little she used to call me beautiful all the time. pretty, mija, all of that. but once i hit like middle school age it slowly stopped being about me and started being about what i was wearing. like “that dress looks nice” or “that fits you well.” and i didn’t realize it at the time but it felt like something shifted. like i stopped being beautiful and started being…fixable.

every time i felt insecure or ugly or just off, instead of comfort it was always solutions. lose weight. don’t dress so emo. fix this, fix that, and your problem will disappear. when i was depressed it wasn’t “are you okay,” it was “you need to get a job and keep yourself busy.” like my feelings were just inconveniences that needed to be managed away.

and recently when i found out my boyfriend was watching and paying for porn, i was devastated. like actually crying, heartbroken, questioning everything. i went to her because i thought maybe this time would be different. and instead of just letting me cry or telling me it wasn’t my fault, she went straight into a lecture. “all men are like this.” “don’t waste your tears.” “it’s inevitable.”

she brought up how my dad did it to her. how my brother did it to his fiancée. how my little brother will probably do it one day too. like it’s just this cycle i’m supposed to accept. and i literally told her, i know, i know you think all men are like this, i just want someone to tell me it’s not my fault. just that. the bare minimum. and she just kept going.

what really gets me is when my brother cheated on his fiancée, my mom cried with her. she apologized to her. she comforted her like it was her own daughter. and i just sat there thinking…why can’t i get that? why do i get the lecture but she gets the softness?

i think a lot of it is just how she was raised. the whole machismo thing, la familia, the idea that men are just Like That and women just have to deal with it and be strong and not make a big deal out of it. like you’re supposed to endure, not feel.

but i didn’t want strength in that moment. i didn’t want a life lesson. i just wanted my mom to hold me and tell me it wasn’t my fault.

and i don’t think i’ve ever really gotten that from her.