u/moonbrainUwU

We're at the ER now. They just moved us back to the waiting area after taking her blood. She says she's nauseous and I can see her arms shaking. We are both freaking out, especially her because she already has medical anxiety. We came to the ER at the advice of poison control.

Here's what happened - my wife is on many meds for her C-PTSD and has a regimen of taking different sets of pills at 8am (Wellbutrin 450mg), 1pm, 7pm, and right at bed time. Today she realized she had run out of her 1pm meds so I offered to go to the pharmacy and pick them up.

When I brought them home there were 3 bottles in the bag : 2 were for her 1pm and the other was her Wellbutrin 300xl which I guess was also ready for pick up. Her 1pm does is two white pills, and instead of taking those she took two 300xl wellbutrin.

So that means 600mg this afternoon + 450mg this morning = 1,050mg.

We are obviously freaking out and are very scared. The staff here at the hospital took her to triage right away and then got her blood drawn and now we're just waiting.

Words of encouragement are welcome ✨✨

UPDATE - Thank you all so much for these words of reassurance and encouragement, reading the comments out loud to her is the only thing that helps manage her anxiety 💙

Hospital is monitoring for 24 hours, had her drank activated charcoal, and they have her on some IV fluids. It's been 9 hours since the incident and still no major side effects thankfully!

I don't understand why Don gets so aggravated with Sal, beyond being upset about the situation in general. Did Don expect Sal to put out and is disappointed that this could have been avoided? Does he think that Sal's been secretly hooking up with Lee the entire time?

I also don't get the "you people" statement. Like I feel like I understand in a general way but does anyone else have any insight or different takes?

Just for fun! But also astrology really helps me to process my identity through all of the ups and downs in my cycle ✨

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☀️ Pisces - Deep DEEP feelings that don't even feel like mine ♓

🌛 Leo - The DRAMA hunny! The feelings are BIG and LOUD ♌

💹 Libra - The little baby who is holding it all together by a thread ♎

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My body always feels like it's being torn in two.

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I have been a high achieving person since I was a kid, mostly because my parents forced me to be a good student, not so much because I was naturally gifted. I have a lot of childhood trauma around being called lazy and getting in trouble for constantly forgetting things. I didn't know back then that I was struggling with ADD executive dysfunction, I just knew it was really important for me and my family to be successful in school.

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My ADD was compounded when I developed premenstrual dysphoric disorder (PMDD), which debilitates me mentally and emotionally for two weeks out of every month. Still I needed to be high achieving. I needed to be successful. As a first gen Puerto Ricans from the Bronx my parents did not finish high School and basically put all of their hopes and dreams on to me.

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As I got older, I kept seeking that fulfillment of achieving things, graduating from high school, then from undergraduate degree and then with a master's degree in social work from Columbia University. Since then, I worked many jobs and have climbed the ladder into leadership positions that I genuinely enjoy. I love being a manager. I love working in public health.

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No matter how much I love these things, I can't change the fact that my brain wants to shut off for 2 weeks out of every month. I've gotten into trouble at every role in every job I've held for my lack of consistency, taking time off at the last minute, canceling meetings, and not filling out my timesheet. Somehow I've been able to climb the ladder because I think I'm actually really good at my job, but I'm exhausted.

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I don't know how to balance being the person that I've worked to become with the reality of the person that I am. I am pursuing my doctorate in public health upcoming fall and working full-time, which I'm really excited about... But I know that there will be times where my body works against me.

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It's really destabilizing. Feeling like this powerful person one moment and then feeling incapable of anything at the next. It makes me worried that I might never actually find a balance or a flexible workplace that will accept all of me without me having to prove how hard I'm trying.

Hi friends!

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Been struggling with PMDD × ADD for as long as I can remember. I'm currently 37 and I take perimenopause supplements + my docs have me increase my dose of sertraline for the 10 days before the blood.

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I ran out of my perimenopause supplements about a week ago, my period is supposed to be here in 4 days, and I want to MURDER EVERYTHING. It hasn't been this bad in a long time. Which led me to this sub and I see folks talking about Pepcid.

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My doc recently recommended Pepcid to address my cold urticaria (hives from the cold), something about histamines.

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For those of you who use Pepcid to manage PMDD symptoms, how do you use it? Is it more of an acute thing where you feel like you want to jump out the window and then take a Pepcid? Or should I just be on it every day?

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Any experiences you're willing to share would be much appreciated ❤️

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I have ADA accommodation that allows me to work remote 4 days a week from Nov to April due to a weather related illness. From April to November I am in office 4 days and remote one day. Since returning to the office she's been giving me a really hard time about being at the office, even to the point where she's told me I need to ask her permission before having a meeting anywhere else on campus but my particular office. She even has me filling out a daily work log that has me documenting what I'm working on every 30 minutes.

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I work at a university, and at the end of the spring semester the division I work for implemented a new telecommuting policy that allows us two remote days during the summer months (May 27-Aug 28). Based on that policy I submitted a request to my boss to add another telecommuting day to my schedule.

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Her first reason for denying me was because she is retiring on July 15 and "doesn't want to make a decision for the new director". When I asked her if she would be willing to approve the additional day through July 15th and I could make another request to the new director.

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Her next reason for denying me was "since you're focusing on building relationships I think it's important that you stay on campus 4 days a week". First of all, it's summer on a uni campus-- shit is DEAD. Second of all, she doesn't even let me leave my office so how am I supposed to be "building relationships" on campus?

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I'm worried that she's going to poison the well with whoever comes next

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First time posting, or really speaking about this at all, but here we go.

My father (m72) and I (f37) haven't seen or spoken to each other since July 2023 and I really don't know if we'll ever speak again. It's really hard for me because I'm an only child and up until late 2022 he was the person I have been closest to in my family. I feel really torn about our estrangement because I'm pretty sure his behavior is mostly due to the fact that he quit drinking without telling anyone after being an alcoholic for 60 years.

I'll start by saying that I grew up thinking my parents were literal gods gift to the world. They were very strict with me and controlled much of my life even after I had turned 18. Their approval meant a lot to me, especially my dad's..for example, I remember being 27 and crying in therapy because I thought my father would disown me for getting a tattoo). I was much closer to him than my mom and would often go to him when I was having issues with her.

My dad raised me to value my education, to ask questions, and to be proud of where I came from. As I grew older these traits were something that seemed to make him resentful - maybe because of my surpassing his level of education and professional success (isn't that what I was supposed to do?)

When I came out in my late 20s he was wonderful, he bonded with my now wife and made us feel accepted. When the pandemic hit it seemed to make sense to move into the empty apartment in the 3 family home I grew up in, directly below my parents. I didn't know that when we moved in during April 2022 my father had already been 2 months sober cold turkey.

After spending more time with my parents I started to see signs of my father's cognitive function declining. He would forget where he was going while driving, have bouts of road rage and sudden mood swings, and repeat himself a lot. My wife and I sat him down to tell him our concerns and ask him to see a doctor, but he just laughed at us.

In October 2022 my wife and I got engaged and unfortunately we didn't get the celebratory response we were hoping for. Queer tax I suppose. I started to talk with my mom about wanting to buy a house instead of have a wedding and she seemed in alignment and mentioned she would talk to my father.

For context my dad is a fiscal hoarder. He has been stashing cash his whole life and he had me managing some of his finances when I moved in. I have been working since I was 14, paying for my own trips and travel (even on family vacations) since I was 17, and have only accepted his signature as cosigner on my student loans which have since been paid. The man was very close to 7 figures, liquid cash; as his only child and daughter I really didn't think asking for support on a down payment for a house would be the thing that ended our relationship.

I moved forward with the process of finding a home and getting approved for a loan. After a lot of painful arguments (ones where I was told he wouldn't respect me until I have children) he agreed to a gift amount, but once the loan company asked to see recent bank statements of his he refused to share - citing his right to privacy. I nearly lost the loan and home because of this.

I think I felt most betrayed by the fact that it seemed like he didn't want me to have a better life. He was born and raised in the Bronx, and so was I. We've all seen and endured shit here we shouldn't have had to; when I found out how much money he's had in the bank my first thought was "why wouldn't you get us out of here a long time ago?" We struggled so much and lived a very frugal life despite having two working parents when we didn't have to and I don't understand why.

In the end my mother convinced him to move forward with the process, a decision that would greatly impact the future of their relationship. We closed on the house mid December and were moved in before Christmas - with no help from my father and without him even saying goodbye to us. After that any time I came home to visit I received the silent treatment, getting one word answers from a man I used to talk to for hours.

After 6 months of silent treatment, awkward 30 second phone calls for birthdays, and no fathers Day celebration for the first time in my life - my cousin was turning 16 and having a BBQ at her home. My wife warned me that it was to risky to see him in public but I was so confident that it would be fine. As soon as he arrives he begins to demand that I take time off work because he has a surgery schedule and that I arrange his transportation. I obviously pointed out that he hadn't even greeted me yet and that was it, he exploded. In front of extended family and my nieces friends.

I left the bbq that moment and I haven't seen him since. It took me up until last month to feel brave enough to be in a space with my extended family. I feel like this has blown up my life, even though my family supports me in going NC, I can't help but grieve my relationship with him and my relationship to the rest of my family through him.

I really never, ever expected to be so estranged from my family. I would have bet my life on it 7 years ago. My dad is such a big part of who I am, I can barely do my routine without being reminded of him. I'm mourning the man he was and hating the one he's become while feeling shame about it. He's aging and one day I'll get a call about his health, and then what will I do then?

I know NC is right; he's not the man he used to be and he refuses to get help. But what do I do with all of the things we were supposed to experience together? How do I deal with all of the conflicting feelings at once?

If you've gotten this far thank you ✨

First time posting, or really speaking about this at all, but here we go.

My father (m72) and I (f37) haven't seen or spoken to each other since July 2023 and I really don't know if we'll ever speak again. It's really hard for me because I'm an only child and up until late 2022 he was the person I have been closest to in my family. I feel really torn about our estrangement because I'm pretty sure his behavior is mostly due to the fact that he quit drinking without telling anyone after being an alcoholic for 60 years.

I'll start by saying that I grew up thinking my parents were literal gods gift to the world. They were very strict with me and controlled much of my life even after I had turned 18. Their approval meant a lot to me, especially my dad's..for example, I remember being 27 and crying in therapy because I thought my father would disown me for getting a tattoo). I was much closer to him than my mom and would often go to him when I was having issues with her.

My dad raised me to value my education, to ask questions, and to be proud of where I came from. As I grew older these traits were something that seemed to make him resentful - maybe because of my surpassing his level of education and professional success (isn't that what I was supposed to do?)

When I came out in my late 20s he was wonderful, he bonded with my now wife and made us feel accepted. When the pandemic hit it seemed to make sense to move into the empty apartment in the 3 family home I grew up in, directly below my parents. I didn't know that when we moved in during April 2022 my father had already been 2 months sober cold turkey.

After spending more time with my parents I started to see signs of my father's cognitive function declining. He would forget where he was going while driving, have bouts of road rage and sudden mood swings, and repeat himself a lot. My wife and I sat him down to tell him our concerns and ask him to see a doctor, but he just laughed at us.

In October 2022 my wife and I got engaged and unfortunately we didn't get the celebratory response we were hoping for. Queer tax I suppose. I started to talk with my mom about wanting to buy a house instead of have a wedding and she seemed in alignment and mentioned she would talk to my father.

For context my dad is a fiscal hoarder. He has been stashing cash his whole life and he had me managing some of his finances when I moved in. I have been working since I was 14, paying for my own trips and travel (even on family vacations) since I was 17, and have only accepted his signature as cosigner on my student loans which have since been paid. The man was very close to 7 figures, liquid cash; as his only child and daughter I really didn't think asking for support on a down payment for a house would be the thing that ended our relationship.

I moved forward with the process of finding a home and getting approved for a loan. After a lot of painful arguments (ones where I was told he wouldn't respect me until I have children) he agreed to a gift amount, but once the loan company asked to see recent bank statements of his he refused to share - citing his right to privacy. I nearly lost the loan and home because of this.

I think I felt most betrayed by the fact that it seemed like he didn't want me to have a better life. He was born and raised in the Bronx, and so was I. We've all seen and endured shit here we shouldn't have had to; when I found out how much money he's had in the bank my first thought was "why wouldn't you get us out of here a long time ago?" We struggled so much and lived a very frugal life despite having two working parents when we didn't have to and I don't understand why.

In the end my mother convinced him to move forward with the process, a decision that would greatly impact the future of their relationship. We closed on the house mid December and were moved in before Christmas - with no help from my father and without him even saying goodbye to us. After that any time I came home to visit I received the silent treatment, getting one word answers from a man I used to talk to for hours.

After 6 months of silent treatment, awkward 30 second phone calls for birthdays, and no fathers Day celebration for the first time in my life - my cousin was turning 16 and having a BBQ at her home. My wife warned me that it was to risky to see him in public but I was so confident that it would be fine. As soon as he arrives he begins to demand that I take time off work because he has a surgery schedule and that I arrange his transportation. I obviously pointed out that he hadn't even greeted me yet and that was it, he exploded. In front of extended family and my nieces friends.

I left the bbq that moment and I haven't seen him since. It took me up until last month to feel brave enough to be in a space with my extended family. I feel like this has blown up my life, even though my family supports me in going NC, I can't help but grieve my relationship with him and my relationship to the rest of my family through him.

I really never, ever expected to be so estranged from my family. I would have bet my life on it 7 years ago. My dad is such a big part of who I am, I can barely do my routine without being reminded of him. I'm mourning the man he was and hating the one he's become while feeling shame about it. He's aging and one day I'll get a call about his health, and then what will I do then?

I know NC is right; he's not the man he used to be and he refuses to get help. But what do I do with all of the things we were supposed to experience together? How do I deal with all of the conflicting feelings at once?

If you've gotten this far thank you ✨

First time posting, or really speaking about this at all, but here we go.

My father (m72) and I (f37) haven't seen or spoken to each other since July 2023 and I really don't know if we'll ever speak again. It's really hard for me because I'm an only child and up until late 2022 he was the person I have been closest to in my family. I feel really torn about our estrangement because I'm pretty sure his behavior is mostly due to the fact that he quit drinking without telling anyone after being an alcoholic for 60 years.

I'll start by saying that I grew up thinking my parents were literal gods gift to the world. They were very strict with me and controlled much of my life even after I had turned 18. Their approval meant a lot to me, especially my dad's..for example, I remember being 27 and crying in therapy because I thought my father would disown me for getting a tattoo). I was much closer to him than my mom and would often go to him when I was having issues with her.

My dad raised me to value my education, to ask questions, and to be proud of where I came from. As I grew older these traits were something that seemed to make him resentful - maybe because of my surpassing his level of education and professional success (isn't that what I was supposed to do?)

When I came out in my late 20s he was wonderful, he bonded with my now wife and made us feel accepted. When the pandemic hit it seemed to make sense to move into the empty apartment in the 3 family home I grew up in, directly below my parents. I didn't know that when we moved in during April 2022 my father had already been 2 months sober cold turkey.

After spending more time with my parents I started to see signs of my father's cognitive function declining. He would forget where he was going while driving, have bouts of road rage and sudden mood swings, and repeat himself a lot. My wife and I sat him down to tell him our concerns and ask him to see a doctor, but he just laughed at us.

In October 2022 my wife and I got engaged and unfortunately we didn't get the celebratory response we were hoping for. Queer tax I suppose. I started to talk with my mom about wanting to buy a house instead of have a wedding and she seemed in alignment and mentioned she would talk to my father.

For context my dad is a fiscal hoarder. He has been stashing cash his whole life and he had me managing some of his finances when I moved in. I have been working since I was 14, paying for my own trips and travel (even on family vacations) since I was 17, and have only accepted his signature as cosigner on my student loans which have since been paid. The man was very close to 7 figures, liquid cash; as his only child and daughter I really didn't think asking for support on a down payment for a house would be the thing that ended our relationship.

I moved forward with the process of finding a home and getting approved for a loan. After a lot of painful arguments (ones where I was told he wouldn't respect me until I have children) he agreed to a gift amount, but once the loan company asked to see recent bank statements of his he refused to share - citing his right to privacy. I nearly lost the loan and home because of this.

I think I felt most betrayed by the fact that it seemed like he didn't want me to have a better life. He was born and raised in the Bronx, and so was I. We've all seen and endured shit here we shouldn't have had to; when I found out how much money he's had in the bank my first thought was "why wouldn't you get us out of here a long time ago?" We struggled so much and lived a very frugal life despite having two working parents when we didn't have to and I don't understand why.

In the end my mother convinced him to move forward with the process, a decision that would greatly impact the future of their relationship. We closed on the house mid December and were moved in before Christmas - with no help from my father and without him even saying goodbye to us. After that any time I came home to visit I received the silent treatment, getting one word answers from a man I used to talk to for hours.

After 6 months of silent treatment, awkward 30 second phone calls for birthdays, and no fathers Day celebration for the first time in my life - my cousin was turning 16 and having a BBQ at her home. My wife warned me that it was to risky to see him in public but I was so confident that it would be fine. As soon as he arrives he begins to demand that I take time off work because he has a surgery schedule and that I arrange his transportation. I obviously pointed out that he hadn't even greeted me yet and that was it, he exploded. In front of extended family and my nieces friends.

I left the bbq that moment and I haven't seen him since. It took me up until last month to feel brave enough to be in a space with my extended family. I feel like this has blown up my life, even though my family supports me in going NC, I can't help but grieve my relationship with him and my relationship to the rest of my family through him.

I really never, ever expected to be so estranged from my family. I would have bet my life on it 7 years ago. My dad is such a big part of who I am, I can barely do my routine without being reminded of him. I'm mourning the man he was and hating the one he's become while feeling shame about it. He's aging and one day I'll get a call about his health, and then what will I do then?

I know NC is right; he's not the man he used to be and he refuses to get help. But what do I do with all of the things we were supposed to experience together? How do I deal with all of the conflicting feelings at once?

If you've gotten this far thank you ✨

First time posting, or really speaking about this at all, but here we go.

My father (m72) and I (f37) haven't seen or spoken to each other since July 2023 and I really don't know if we'll ever speak again. It's really hard for me because I'm an only child and up until late 2022 he was the person I have been closest to in my family. I feel really torn about our estrangement because I'm pretty sure his behavior is mostly due to the fact that he quit drinking without telling anyone after being an alcoholic for 60 years.

I'll start by saying that I grew up thinking my parents were literal gods gift to the world. They were very strict with me and controlled much of my life even after I had turned 18. Their approval meant a lot to me, especially my dad's..for example, I remember being 27 and crying in therapy because I thought my father would disown me for getting a tattoo). I was much closer to him than my mom and would often go to him when I was having issues with her.

My dad raised me to value my education, to ask questions, and to be proud of where I came from. As I grew older these traits were something that seemed to make him resentful - maybe because of my surpassing his level of education and professional success (isn't that what I was supposed to do?)

When I came out in my late 20s he was wonderful, he bonded with my now wife and made us feel accepted. When the pandemic hit it seemed to make sense to move into the empty apartment in the 3 family home I grew up in, directly below my parents. I didn't know that when we moved in during April 2022 my father had already been 2 months sober cold turkey.

After spending more time with my parents I started to see signs of my father's cognitive function declining. He would forget where he was going while driving, have bouts of road rage and sudden mood swings, and repeat himself a lot. My wife and I sat him down to tell him our concerns and ask him to see a doctor, but he just laughed at us.

In October 2022 my wife and I got engaged and unfortunately we didn't get the celebratory response we were hoping for. Queer tax I suppose. I started to talk with my mom about wanting to buy a house instead of have a wedding and she seemed in alignment and mentioned she would talk to my father.

For context my dad is a fiscal hoarder. He has been stashing cash his whole life and he had me managing some of his finances when I moved in. I have been working since I was 14, paying for my own trips and travel (even on family vacations) since I was 17, and have only accepted his signature as cosigner on my student loans which have since been paid. The man was very close to 7 figures, liquid cash; as his only child and daughter I really didn't think asking for support on a down payment for a house would be the thing that ended our relationship.

I moved forward with the process of finding a home and getting approved for a loan. After a lot of painful arguments (ones where I was told he wouldn't respect me until I have children) he agreed to a gift amount, but once the loan company asked to see recent bank statements of his he refused to share - citing his right to privacy. I nearly lost the loan and home because of this.

I think I felt most betrayed by the fact that it seemed like he didn't want me to have a better life. He was born and raised in the Bronx, and so was I. We've all seen and endured shit here we shouldn't have had to; when I found out how much money he's had in the bank my first thought was "why wouldn't you get us out of here a long time ago?" We struggled so much and lived a very frugal life despite having two working parents when we didn't have to and I don't understand why.

In the end my mother convinced him to move forward with the process, a decision that would greatly impact the future of their relationship. We closed on the house mid December and were moved in before Christmas - with no help from my father and without him even saying goodbye to us. After that any time I came home to visit I received the silent treatment, getting one word answers from a man I used to talk to for hours.

After 6 months of silent treatment, awkward 30 second phone calls for birthdays, and no fathers Day celebration for the first time in my life - my cousin was turning 16 and having a BBQ at her home. My wife warned me that it was to risky to see him in public but I was so confident that it would be fine. As soon as he arrives he begins to demand that I take time off work because he has a surgery schedule and that I arrange his transportation. I obviously pointed out that he hadn't even greeted me yet and that was it, he exploded. In front of extended family and my nieces friends.

I left the bbq that moment and I haven't seen him since. It took me up until last month to feel brave enough to be in a space with my extended family. I feel like this has blown up my life, even though my family supports me in going NC, I can't help but grieve my relationship with him and my relationship to the rest of my family through him.

I really never, ever expected to be so estranged from my family. I would have bet my life on it 7 years ago. My dad is such a big part of who I am, I can barely do my routine without being reminded of him. I'm mourning the man he was and hating the one he's become while feeling shame about it. He's aging and one day I'll get a call about his health, and then what will I do then?

I know NC is right; he's not the man he used to be and he refuses to get help. But what do I do with all of the things we were supposed to experience together? How do I deal with all of the conflicting feelings at once?

If you've gotten this far thank you ✨

Season 2 episode 6 for two reasons only.

1. That terrible and random intro song. That was a choice...

2. Duck and his dog. He's done a lot of fucked up wacko shit but this was the moment I threw his character away.

Editing to add: Justice for Chauncey, he deserved better 😞

After thought: what happened to the Drapers dog after they moved into the new house with Henry? Henry didn't strike me as a dong person and really that's my biggest problem with him

Why? I don't get it. What is Sylvia's appeal?

Does this feel random to anyone else? Especially for it to turn into such a lynchpin for their characters just for us to never hear from these characters again after Don helps with her kid. Like do they just not live in the building anymore?

Follow up question - wtf is going on in that hotel room??