u/nickisadogname

This might sound wild but stay with me.

Never had any issues with temperature regulation while sleeping. Then in February of this year I moved into a new place, and all of a sudden I am waking up every morning overheating, drenched in sweat. The new place is a small basement unit in a house built in the 50s.

Things I've tried: thinner duvet, no duvet, sleeping naked, replacing all bed textiles with cotton, replacing mattress with a latex mattress, keeping the bedroom cold (15 degrees celcius), making sure not to eat or drink two hours before bed, adding lots of fans. I am not on any medications and I don't drink alcohol. I also went to the doctor with this issue and confirmed it's not perimenopause or anything else she could tell.

The only change in my life is moving. It started literally the first night I slept here. The air quality here seems normal and ventilation doesn't seem to be an issue, and I sleep with the window open most nights anyway.

Moving is literally the only thing I can think of that might have caused this, but I just have no clue how. Does anyone have any idea? Is this place haunted by an overheating ghost?

Lifehack!!!! Use carpet gripping tape under your carpets and rugs in order to stop them from moving around on the floor.

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When he first got diagnosed he reacted very strongly to the insulin, which caused that huge up and down curve in the beginning. Then he stayed high for months. I kept upping the dose and it was like his body didn't notice. I started out low and slow, going up by 0.25 units every week, but it did nothing.

Honestly, it was advice on the feline diabetes messaging board that turned the tide. I know it's risky, but one of the members there had struggled with the same and suggested I up the dose more dramatically, and also up it after three days instead of five or seven. Obviously this carries a higher risk of hypoglycemia but I'm home most of the time and I could monitor him very closely.

So that's what I did. And finally in July it's like I broke through the insulin resistance and he started dropping.

Average glucose in July was 17 mmol. In August it's currently 10 mmol.

Jeg hadde ikke mulighet til å øvelseskjøre og ta lappen da jeg var 18, men nå er jeg voksen og har voksenpenger og gjør mitt beste. Jeg øvelseskjører på privaten tre ganger i uka, har kjøretimer med kjørelærer en gang i uka. Har gjort dette siden juli. Er på trinn 3 nå.

Problemet er at jeg er redd bak rattet. Tilbakemeldingene jeg får er positive, kjørelærer sier jeg er en rolig og trygg sjåfør, bare at jeg fortsatt gjør småfeil som å glemme å blinke og at jeg ikke alltid sjekker alle speilene + blindsonen. Likevel så sitter jeg med stive armer og føtter, må minne meg på at jeg må puste, hver eneste sving føles som et lite nødstilfelle. Spesielt nå som det forventes at jeg skal være i rett fart - når jeg begynte så aksepterte kjørelærer at jeg kjørte ganske sakte men nå må jeg kjøre fartsgrense og jeg synes det går så fort.

Jeg vet dette kommer til å høres patetisk ut. Og alle jeg har snakket med og lest erfaringer fra sier at dette går over når jeg blir vant med det. Det er bare det at jeg har begynt å skikkelig grue meg til hver gang jeg skal kjøre. Hver gang det er over så føles det som jeg har overlevd noe fælt. Det føles ikke som at jeg blir mer komfortabel bak rattet, selv om jeg objektivt blir flinkere; det føles som at det blir værre.

Jeg har begynt å mistenke at det ikke funker å bare "vente til det går over." Jeg tror det er noe her jeg må aktivt gjøre. At det er en eller annen handling jeg kan ta for å gjøre meg selv mer avslappet. Jeg bare vet ikke hva.

I feel like I'm more vulnerable to getting caught up in ambiguity because of the autism so I'm posting here

I work at a store that sells stuff for kids and we offer to gift wrap stuff. If a customer wants something gift wrapped I ask "do you want pink or blue wrapping paper?" and I'd say about 70% of the time they don't answer with "pink" or "blue", they answer with "it's for a boy." or "it's for a girl."

Like I get which option you're referring to, but I just don't understand why I asked you a direct either-or question and you wanted to freestyle a little. It's not that I don't understand which option you mean. It's that I presented you with options and you technically didn't pick any of them.

(And in this particular case the gift is usually for a child, and kids can be really really passionate about favorite colors, so just saying "it's for a girl" could go wrong. Like, is the girl currently in an Elsa phase? She might want blue.)

More examples

>"Do you want the small or large burger?"
"Oh yeah, I'm really hungry."

>"Are we leaving at 10 or 10:30?"
"We should probably get there as early as possible."

>"Are you coming to the birthday dinner?"
"I might be late."

Like. I do get what you're saying, usually. But it's that extra fraction of a second I have to spend on tying your at-first unrelated response to the most likely option that just grinds my gears.

Jeg er delvis ufør, men jeg har en nevrologisk tilstand som kommer til å påvirke meg mer etterhvert som jeg blir eldre. Noen ganger kjenner jeg på sorgen over tapt potensiale. Jeg har en psykolog som sier at for å holde på en mestringsfølelse i hverdagen, og for å føle at i dag betyr noe uansett hva som skjer i framtiden, så er det lurt å ha mål.

• Et langtidsmål er noe du kan jobbe med i flere år. Ting som "bli utdannet sykepleier" eller "få barn." Mitt langtidsmål er å kjøpe en leilighet.
• Et kortidsmål er noe du jobber mot i maks ett år. Her har jeg valgt å ta lappen, og jeg er midt i den prosessen nå. Andre eksempler kan være "skrive en novelle" eller "få meg en jobb"
• Valgfritt så kan man også ha et kort-kortidsmål, som er noe du vil oppnå denne dagen eller denne uken. Det er ikke alltid jeg har et sånt, men det har jeg nå. Jeg har fri neste uke og da vil jeg kjøpe sånn hobbyleire på Panduro og lage en telysholder.

Som mange av øvelsene man får fra psykolog så kan det føles teit, men jeg tror det er bra for meg. Når jeg spør folk jeg kjenner om ideér til mål er det noen som synes det høres helt fjernt ut, og noen som sier ja herregud det er så sinnsykt viktig.

Også opplever jeg at hvis man spør folk om mål så kan man ha ganske interessante samtaler. Noen folk har mål, de bare kaller det ikke det. En kompis av meg sa "det er jo ikke ett mål sånn sett, men jeg har tenkt å forhandle høyere lønn i høst." og jeg synes det teller som et mål, jeg. Det er noe man jobber mot for å forbedre livet.

Har du noe sånn? Hvis ja, hva er det?

I had a roommate once who got a dog, and this dog was awful. I told them as much. But obviously I was still nice to the dog because thats a dog and I'm a human and I'm not gonna be mean to a dog. So my roommate concluded that I secretly loved the dog, because I said hello to him and petted him when I saw him. I moved out and cited the dog as the entire reason.

I work at a store that sees a lot of families. When kids come in I greet them, and sometimes kids talk to me about whatever they're thinking about. And of course I answer them. I ask them if that's fun and whatever. And I've had coworkers ask me "I thought you didn't like kids?" like bro. I don't like kids. But I'm not gonna be mean to a kid? I'm a grown adult in control of my feelings? If a kid tells me she's excited to go to the beach I'm gonna say "oh cool, do you like the beach?" I'm not gonna say "tell that to someone who gives a shit lmao."

Sometimes friends will ask my opinion on something like clothes or a movie or whatever, and I'll say I don't like it, then proceed to talk about the good and bad stuff I noticed about it. And they'll be confused that I said something positive even though I said I didn't like it. "You didn't like it but you thought the music was good?" yeah bro. Again, I'm a grown adult. I'm not gonna cross my arms and sit on the ground and pout and go "nuh uh :(((" about everything I didn't like.

Long story short: old lady owns an 8 year old cat. Due to dementia she had to move into a home, and when her family was taking care of her stuff they took the cat to the vet and found he had diabetes. Nobody knows how long he's had it. His previous owner was sadly not in a state to take care of him.

I'm friends with one of the family members. I wanted to experience having a cat, and he needed someone willing to care for the cat until a permanent home could be found. I became his fosterhome. Original family are paying all the bills.

We agreed I'd keep him until August. It is now August. A home has not been found. No shelters have been able too find even a temporary foster home for a cat with diabetes.

In the meantime, I've gotten to fully experience the responsibility of having a cat and also how much it costs to have a sick cat. Yes, the family pays me back at the end of each month, but until then I've had to use my own money.

On average he costs $916 a month. I make $1400 a month and my rent is $800. It's not sustainable. It's been really difficult just to make it work until I get the month's expenses paid back at the end of the month. If I owned him I'd be operating at a -$316 deficit every single month, and that's only after the cat and rent. If I want to keep eating food I'm double fucked.

Additionally, because he needs insulin every 12 hours every day, I haven't been able to travel. The cat is not able to travel with me. This year I missed a confirmation and a funeral in the family because I couldn't leave the cat. There are no cat hotels or babysitters in my town, and the vet also did not have anyone who might babysit. Family and friends are not comfortable doing his medical care, so won't babysit. If I owned this cat I'd be signing up for at least eight more years of never being out of the home for longer than 12 hours.

No matter which way I look at it, I can't find a way to keep this cat. I've also asked everyone I know if they'd be willing to take him and nobody is.

The original family can't find a way to keep this cat. They are also not able to foot the bill forever. They have more money than me but not much.

The only shelter in town, which is run by the only animal rights group in town, have been trying since April to find him a home. They haven't succeeded. The chance of them succeeding in the future is low.

I just feel so guilty. I'm uniquely qualified to care for him. I've been doing an incredible job of caring for him, in fact. He loves me, he likes living with me. Every night he sleeps in the crook of my arm like a baby. And the only way forward I can see is him getting put down because nobody has the ability or resources to give him a long and happy life.

If I didn't live alone (so someone else could care for him when I'm gone), or if I wasn't disabled (so my income was higher), or if he wasn't insulin resistant (suspected acromegaly; he got tested on friday) so he had a shot at remission, or a number of any other what-ifs, I could keep him.

But I can't. I've gone over the numbers a million times and I just can't find a way to do it. Even if I drain my very meager savings that would give me a few months before I'm entirely and completely out of money.

It feels so bad. It feels so bad.

Cat got tested for acromegaly today. When I arrived at the vet I was told they'd had a lot of emergency cases today so my usual vet wasn't able to come talk to me right now, but I left the cat with them and an hour later I went and picked him up.

I realize now that I don't know how they actually test. I know they have to send the test to a specific place in the US to get results, but what is the test itself? A blood sample? Imaging? Something else?

There's so many things to stay aware of. My driving instructor told me that before you turn you have to check the interior mirror, then look out. Then check the side mirror and then look out. Then turn your neck to check the blind spot, then look out. Then glance at the side mirror on the side that you're turning towards, as you start to move. That's many things that have to happen in a short amount of time. And that's just for one action.

Everybody says that once you have some experience, these little habits will become automatic. I have to assume they're right. I've only had two driving lessons so far, so I don't expect to be an expert yet, but the learning process feels kinda scary and sometimes overwhelming.

Do you know how to drive? Do you remember what it was like to learn?

Like, it's not that hard. He knows she's into crystals and stuff. He could have told the employee "I'm getting this for a friend, she likes writing" and the employee would have for sure dug up something for creative energy or success or whatever.

And I'm not saying it's a plot hole. I know it's showing us that Bear, despite being obsessed with Nikki, doesn't know her as well as he thinks he does. They have the kind of relationship where they call each other for support in times of grief, and yet he doesn't know what kind of crystal she lost, and he also doesn't know anything about crystals (even though they're an interest of hers), and he doesn't pay enough attention to ask for anything related to her life (like writing, or the fact that she's about to be unemployed, or general stuff like how she's kind to people), and he's so caught up in his own problems that he doesn't even have the patience to stop and think about any of this. He immediately gives up when getting her a gift requires any thought and instead he buys something that he was interested in.

In the very beginning of the movie when he's shocked at Ian saying "she hates being called that!", you think that this guy really knows Nikki. That he has the kind of crush where he's learned everything about her. But when he's challenged to do something that requires knowing someone (getting them a gift) he is entirely unable to do that.

Like we the audience know Nikki better than Bear seems to do just based on the ten minutes we know her before the wish.

This happens all the time in movies when miscommunication is needed for the plot. But it's double frustrating when it happens in real life.

Like I found a patio set with a 50% discount, but the cashier rang it up full price. I said there was a 50% sign on the display, and he called over a coworker to go check. Instead of just saying "hey man, can you go find this patio set on display and see if there's a discount sign on it" the conversation was like

"Can you go check this?"

"Check what?"

"Check the price on this."

"It doesn't have a price?"

"Customer says the price was wrong, just go into the store and check, I think it's in the middle"

"What is?"

"This patio set, can you go find it"

And she looked really confused and walked off, presumably to go look on the shelf to see what the price tag said, because that's the only thing that would make sense based on his ass instructions. So as he was helping the people in line I just went to the display myself and grabbed the sign and brought it back. By the time he confirmed the sign and I was out of there, she still hadn't returned.