Donate a miracle norman ok

Up extra early today bcz the hubs wants brioche. I did all of the baking for the week on Sunday as usual, but brioche is one of those things best made and eaten the same day. So i'm doing a braided Nutella brioche loaf for him to have w/his breakfast & then also likely w/his coffee throughout the day. D.C is causing trouble in Kosovo which they & NATO have been occupying. So Serbs are pushing back and peace there is once again threatened by D.C/NATO. Ukraine is also increasingly attacking inside Russia and Moscow w/drones. This come on the heels of a bunch of Russian neo Nazis armed by D.C & their Ukrainian proxies attacked Russian villages along the border. My inlaws are extra stressed and so I am too. I'm tired of watching the safety & lives of ppl I love endangered bcz of the sociopaths in D.C. Many of my inlaws are still in Belgrade, Some were considering going to Turkey until things there took a turn for the worst in terms of how refugees there are treated. Immigrating to other parts of Europe is hard bcz that requires the help of lawyers, lawyers require payment, and paying them is complicated by the financial war on Russia/Russian citizens.
Whenever I get particularly enraged by D.C's behavior, several ppl tell me that in this world if a nation isn't dominating, that means it's being dominated. So as awful as the shit is that D.C does, it beats the alternative, which is us being the ones on the receiving end of the horrible shit that more dominant nations put out. Is it really like that tho? I mean, I suppose there's merit to that statement. But all of this shit is just so needless & unnecessary. I don't know how this shit w/occupied Serbia (Kosovo) will end. But if there's another war, my inlaws won't be safe. D.C's decision to enter Serbia to stop genocide against Albanians was a good thing. But annexing Serbian territory, calling it Kosovo & using it as a permanent NATO foothold spot is not ok and Serbs are right to fight it. The Serbian president hasn't been adequately anti-Russian. So Kosovo is being used by D.C as a weapon against Serbia as Ukraine is being weaponized against Russia. There's no end in sight to this BS and the Biden regime won't stop throwing gasoline on the fire. D.C is gonna keep pushing Russia and China until bombs end up falling on our cities. With all the warmongering D.C has done, it's amazing that we haven't been bombed yet. But now they're fucking w/countries capable of hitting us directly on our soil. It's so infuriating to watch them intentionally endanger us like this.

Tuesday, May 30, 2023
We think of Amen as a religious word, but it's much more than that. Amen comes from the Hebrew word 'emet,' which means true. So when you say amen, you're saying it's true, it's solid, it's reality. Where you place your amen can change your life. The problem with most of us isn't that we're not saying amen in a worship service, but that we're saying amen everywhere else. We're giving our amen to the world and our problem, as if it's true; it's not. Whenever you accept bad news as if it's the final truth, you are giving your amen. When you accept your sin, you're giving your amen. Do you want to be changed? Stop giving away your amen to the world. Stop saying amen to your problems, to the enemy or to your old self. You don't have to accept it. Stop saying amen to the way things appear. Say amen in faith to God's power, His will, His Word, His love and His miracles. Your amen is powerful. Start using it wisely. Don't say amen to the world. Give your amen to God. Amen? Amen.
From Message #395 - Amen Scripture: Matthew 6:13
Today's Mission - Today meditate on the Truth of God's word, then speak it over your life and give it the Amen of your heart, mind, soul, and strength.
Credit: Hope of the World Ministries

i don't even know if these would be considered poems or not but i wrote them while in a frustrated, depressed and lonely state of mind (aka right now). any feedback on if these are actually decent or if i just sound crazy and im spitting bullshit would be appreciated (i usually do not write poetry but i have so many negative emotions atm i just needed to get it out somehow and i don't want to talk about it with people i know).
ok anyways

1. You are a tadpole slowly eating me from the inside.

I cannot tell if my heart pumps jealous delusions for a truant frog, or if you truly are parasitic; I don't want to return to the lake of alligators.
I cannot handle any more flies forming in my arteries.
Please be the frog I've prayed so long for, the one that eats the flies in me to satisfy my veins.

1. Even being your favorite cannot save me from competing with the teacher of seduction.

How charming.
I shall write an essay of thanks while she exists to slap my wrists repeatedly; her ruler a void I'll never understand.
Does my blood on the paper please you in ways my spit never could?

1. Every week I invite a new man to my bed, they all remind me of you.

I love them all less each time they walk the same thin lines out the door.
Never have I hated how dying flowers wither inevitably more until now.
I want nothing more than to see you bloom across my room again, our roots locking the door behind us.

1. When you were hurt, I prepared a bed of marigolds to comfort you in.

When I was hurt, I shriveled in my own bed alone.
You stared at me silently through the doorway.
Living to see a bush's marigolds all die the same is Mother Nature's cruelest joke.
~ Those are my poems, wrote them all in around 20 minutes. I'll give further context to specific parts if you want. I also wrote them at 4am so I might just sound completely incoherent idk what do you think?

Have you ever had a situation where you had to rely on your instincts and they proved to be right?

Hi! I'm a graduating SHS student who really wants to pursue either MedTech or Nursing. So I have been contemplating what/where univ or college should I go to. Please help mee!
What Univ/College in terms of:

1. Tuition (my Mon said na 40K+ at most lang kaya nya) (+ FEU: 40-70k+ daw tuition per sem. TUA; 70k+ per sem) Ano kaya mas worth it?
2. Location (Marikina resident here, kaya naman from our house to FEU n TUA but considering narin ung mga circumstances like traffic n security.)
3. Passing rate (MedTech sa FEU-M is good n the passing rate r also good too. On the other hand, TUA (Nursing) is also a top-notcher school)
4. Environment (I really want to enjoy my college life before working on my career path. FEU; toxic culture and system but oks yung college n social life in general, you'll also have a lot of good friends. TUA; friendly environment, but feeling ko puro aral lang sya but I can do manage naman na magkaron ng outside life keme)
5. Scholarships (FEU was said to be generous sa scholarships, and automatic na bawas agad sya sa babayaran or tuition mo. TUA; not sure about them, but basing on my academic skills I may not be able to have scholarship) [top 10; class, 93+ GWA, active sa mga org n clubs, hindi mahilig mag-recite but I do manage na umabawi sa exams]
6. Rotations and Opportunities in relation to chosen degree (FEU: not sure if may rotations or clinical opportunities. TUA: ofc they have! They're affiliate of St. Lukes afaik)

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Looking forward sa opnions nyo!!

Hi guys not sure if this is normal or something wrong with my bike.
When I bought it, the guy gave me a battery charger, which I thought was weird, but he said if I don't ride for a week or so I'll need to charge the battery before use. Ok, a bit annoying but fine.
But if I fully charge the battery, then 24 hours later it's lost half its charge and 24 hours after that the bike won't start. This presents a serious problem. If I take it on holiday and stay for a couple of days then I won't be able to get home!
Is this normal?
Yamaha Tricity 300

I'm in the process of building a Windows XP build (mostly from parts salvaged from a Vostro 230) and I've realised I need a new power supply to power my GPU (GTX 960 Strix 2GB), as the one that came with it doesn't have the cable for it. This is ok though, because I need a floppy cable as well. The Thermaltake Litepower series of PSUs seem to fit perfectly into my criteria, but I've heard they are prone to blowing up, which is the main reason I'm asking this; Would it be ok to use it for this kind of build or should I get a different PSU? If so, what are your suggestions (Needs to be under $100 AUD)
PC Part Picker Build (not exactly the same, RAM, storage, CPU cooler and mobo are different, don't have SSD, mobo will be changed into the one listed soon): https://au.pcpartpicker.com/usesmartpug967/saved/7vX3RB

Hello!
I have been following this topic for about 10 months, there were entries that I read with a smile, and there were also entries that I received a lot of inspiration from, but I guess it's time to ask questions.
I have had heart palpitations for about 10 months, the source of which has never been determined. (I had covid, yes, let me rewrite this once so if anyone asks, let the answer stay here.)
I went through 2 different profs, 2 specialist doctors, and 1 heart health check-up. Holter, 60 kinds of blood were also checked, usg's, imaging, everything was done, you can see... the result; your heart is beating high, but there is no problem in the imaging.. your blood tests are OK, there is no cholesterol, there is no this, no this. In fact, the last one I went to, the very sweet-hard prof, whom I liked a lot, "Would it be a pity to visit a doctor like this!" He concluded the examination. (Of course, after the tests are done.)
I was advised to use beloc zok, let me be frank, I did not use it in the first 6 months because I went to the doctor in September, and tests were done. the doctor gave the medicine; There were those who said that using it makes it worse. (There were people with medical knowledge among them, I did not do business on my own.)
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Thank God, I got better in October, and I didn't have any problems until the end of January. Then in February, that absurd process started for me. When I say doctors-emergency-control check-ups (by the way, I have Hashimoto and panic attacks, but those processes were also eliminated) I have been using 50 mg beloc zok a day for 2.5 months. Well, the process wasn't going bad. I had calmed down but frankly, my heart woke me up by beating inside this morning and I am still not fully recovered. You know, I stand up, I see my strength, there is no sweating, etc. but my head is in an extreme state of alarm, I will take my beloc at around 14.00 as always ... this beloc is a separate problem, no it causes blurred eyes, sometimes it causes constipation, sometimes It makes idiots, etc. But we still love it, that's another matter...
Guys, I'm looking for a solution. You know how important it is for someone with panic attacks and anxiety to make sense of the processes and find answers to the process. ee I've been in this loop for months (with outgoing-incoming situations) how do we do it now? (As I said again, there is no problem psychologically at this point; I am already taking therapy. There is no trigger, the state of the country or something else has been digested by me now.)
By the way, I have to say this; I work in a home office; I will start swimming again in June, I try to walk at a moderate pace, not every day, but yes, I am not a very active person.
I reduced the coffee to 1 cup a day, I don't smoke. I haven't been drinking alcohol for the last 2-3 months.
I am waiting for your wonderful and effective answers, even if it does not come, thank you very much.
treat yourself well, regards and greetings.

i don't even know if these would be considered poems or not but i wrote them while in a frustrated, depressed and lonely state of mind (aka right now). any feedback on if these are actually decent or if i just sound crazy and im spitting bullshit would be appreciated (i usually do not write poetry but i have so many negative emotions atm i just needed to get it out somehow and i don't want to talk about it with people i know).
ok anyways

1. You are a tadpole slowly eating me from the inside.

I cannot tell if my heart pumps jealous delusions for a truant frog, or if you truly are parasitic; I don't want to return to the lake of alligators.
I cannot handle any more flies forming in my arteries.
Please be the frog I've prayed so long for, the one that eats the flies in me to satisfy my veins.

1. Even being your favorite cannot save me from competing with the teacher of seduction.

How charming.
I shall write an essay of thanks while she exists to slap my wrists repeatedly; her ruler a void I'll never understand.
Does my blood on the paper please you in ways my spit never could?

1. Every week I invite a new man to my bed, they all remind me of you.

I love them all less each time they walk the same thin lines out the door.
Never have I hated how dying flowers wither inevitably more until now.
I want nothing more than to see you bloom across my room again, our roots locking the door behind us.

1. When you were hurt, I prepared a bed of marigolds to comfort you in.

When I was hurt, I shriveled in my own bed alone.
You stared at me silently through the doorway.
Living to see a bush's marigolds all die the same is Mother Nature's cruelest joke.
~ Those are my poems, wrote them all in around 20 minutes. I'll give further context to specific parts if you want. I also wrote them at 4am so I might just sound completely incoherent idk what do you think?

So as the title states I had a horrible experience giving birth to my precious lil squish, and I've been having a hard time with the recovery in the week since.
1st I had to get induced a week early bc they decided pretty much last minute that I've had hypertension my whole pregnancy .....but yet they didn't diagnose this until I was 37weeks? Ok....whatever....
Then during my induction they placed a Foley balloon catheter to help dilate my cervix and the pain was excruciating! They also refused to give me the epidural until it slipped out at 6cm....which took hours! I ended up taking 3 doses of Fentanyl so I could at least sleep.
Finally, I stalled at 6cm for over 6 hours so they decided to do a c-section bc I stalled and baby had 2 low heart tones 4 hours ago.....during the c-section prep I started to get nauseous and I threw up, so they had to give me something for the nausea obviously....I had already told them I have a reaction to IV Zofran(SEVERE panic), I had discovered this early on in my pregnancy but apparently it had never been listed in my chart as an allergy 🙃. So they gave me IV Zofran, this combined with the increased epidural meds making me numb from the neck down sent me into the worst panic attack I have ever had in my entire life! I literally felt like I was in danger and needed to run away, intellectually I knew I was fine but my body kept telling me to run basically. I then lost control of my arms (probably from the panic) and they started flailing so bad they had to strap them down! I couldn't hold my baby for HOURS after until the meds wore off and I regained control of my arms (they did place him by my face for some brief snuggles after they pulled him out tho) the rest of the hospital was pretty OK and they finally put Zofran down as an allergy, but I still wish it had gone differently ofc.
And in the week since his birth I've already dealt with a bout of Mastitis, barely being able to walk bc of the c-section incision hurting so much (which is "normal" according to my docs) and the typical adjustment period of having a newborn and breastfeeding every few hours.....if you've made it this far thank you for reading my rant, any encouragement or advice is appreciated but this was mostly just a rant that I needed to get off my chest lol, hope everyone has a wonderful year and a lovely time with their little ones. Here's to hoping my 2nd week of being a mom goes a little better lol!

I was diagnosed with pots privately by Dr Adrian Morley-Davies after 24H tape, echo, lots of standing tests and a final active stand test in his office. He said its POTS without a doubt because I was already on 120mg propanalol and had a 40bpm rise and I'm now seeing him under the NHS.
Since then I've been put on bisoprolol and ivabradine (5mg) and its made a massive change to my life and HR which I'm so grateful for. Also electrolyte drinks and all the extra salt and water has helped my symptoms so much.
However my GP still thinks it's all anxiety and referred me to a local NHS cardiologist who has booked me in for a TTT late June who said if it is POTS I'll put you on ivabradine which I'm already on anyway.
My worry is I'll be ok on the day of the TTT and I'll be taken off my meds because my own cardiologist says he doesn't like tilt tables as they are wrong 30% of the time so now I don't know what to do and I'm worried. I don't care about the diagnosis just that the meds work for me.
Do I follow my own cardiologists advice and not go or come off my meds and just get it over with?
The letter says to not take my meds 2 days before and to fast for 3 hours too obviously I want them to see me at my worst but I'm gonna be so anxious I'm worried it'll affect the test.
It's taken so long to get these meds I'm just worried I'll be told it's anxiety again and be taken off them.

Just over the weekend, the surf was pretty big at my local. Im only a few months in to my surfing journey and havent caught a green wave yet.
I just stayed in close and tried to get the waves after they had broken/were breaking again. Is this an ok option on big days or should I just find a smaller wave?

I had sat on the bench at half past four, and the grey sky's wind thumped my shoulder and offered me respite in the presence of overcast.
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My fingers felt the flaming warmth of summer; the coming cold of autumn, also my fingers felt, and after held nil but shots of raw margarita mix.
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I could feel the breeze in my gaze, a miracle! - For where your eyes are, so may your head be also.
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A curse, perhaps, as it were the blessing; of course, falling leaves symbolized death, as I stood near the corner of the cusp and Saratoga.
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The summer was allegorical to life; ironic, for life then was vodka shots and T.S. Eliot, lonesome late nights hovered above my scrawls.
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At last, I found a word that rhymes with 'shawl', natural, of course; I leaned out my windowsill and prayed, one day, I'd witness one thrown off.
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What I should've been isn't nearly as important as what I was - more into Dostoevsky, more into girls, more into guys, and gallon jugs of Gallo wine.
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I found myself empathizing with Tony Soprano, who came in at the end, when the best was over... Is... is the mafia analogous to my psychiatric state?
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Fine then, Prufrock, I should've been a gangster in seventies New York, a Joe Pesci wannabe with a whiff of whiskey and Tattoo™ - Only The Brave™.
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Perhaps I'll be a wiseguy, if Buddha ain't lyin'.
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