I’m doing EMDR for cPTSD for more than a year now. I was having mostly somatic problems that were medically unexplainable which is why I started therapy in the first place. It was like this since I was a child, would have physical problems, do all the check ups and it would turn out I’m completely healthy.
I’ve processed several traumas in EMDR so far. Any time I come near the end - when I am around 2 or 1 on a distress scale level - I feel the impact of the trauma in my body. Mentally and emotionally I feel desensitised, however I still feel distress in the body. And it takes some time to process it.
I was wondering if anyone is experiencing something similar? How do you deal with it? Any help would be appreciated as at this point I don’t know what to do.
P.s. I read The Body Keeps the Score book but can’t seem to figure it out

So my CBBE and HIMBO morph sliders are not working properly?
So I can change one slider and it will take effect. But after that slider no other slider will physically show the changes. I have to go to body, and change sex the back to the original sex and the sliders I moved will now of shown their new morphs.
Why is this happening and how can I fix it??

I keep hearing people say that once they stoped isotretinoin acne came back and it’s making me nervous i mean after all of that it just came in a two month?! I didn’t finish my course yet but hearing this makes me feel downn so why acne comes back after finishing iso is it because they have another issue in thier body they didn’t fix? Or it’s just what happens to everybody acne just come back like nothing happened?

Here's the article: https://www.telegraph.co.uk/world-news/2023/06/07/ufos-made-with-non-human-materials-found-by-us/
The paper is not my usual read, but interesting where this story is now being reported - and this one is leading with highlighting bodies as well as material!
Still no sign of BBC or Sky news reports in the UK, but maybe they are not far behind as more large places report this. The fact it's in The Guardian, The Independent, and The Telegraph is quite impressive.
I am really interested to see what additional information or verification has been done by different publications etc.
What an interesting time!

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I was Having a dream about Ethan and we were care free running and laughing, joking and it felt so real. I woke to my 5 year old yelling from the hallway "mom Ethans here!!" The confusion of sleep slowly lifting as my mind processed and the reality slamming back into me with the absolute weight of the world as I realize the light in the hall is just flickering again. I don't say much about this, and I haven't because there are no words and nobody wants to hear it. But I do want to get into it a bit on a different level. We look at people and think they look like they have these perfect lives, they look happy. You don't see the problems just under the surface. I had an older gentleman at the gas station hold the door for me- he had to have been about 80. His face a map of where he had been, kind eyes that smiled with his mouth. I'm sure I looked shell shocked, a blank expression on my face, in a daze and there was no way he had of realizing I had just held my dead son in my arms and seen his brains through the top of his head and his chest loosely stitched together. I'd had to sign a waiver to see him, but I had to. My brother had asked to go look first and asked me to not go myself if he thought it was too bad. I let him go in first and heard him beg me please don't go when he walked back in the room. A marine war vet who I'm sure had seen worse, yet his face looked pale, his lips pressed tightly together and his eyebrows were furrowed together and his eyes wouldnt quite meet mine as he came out imploring me no, "Ethan would not want you to remember him like this please, dont go in. Just trust me." I asked my brother if it was bad- was his face gone? Thinking about a 45 hollow point entering someone's head and just decimating it. He shook his head and said his face was ok. I remember needing to see Ethan, it still wasnt really real to me- i mean maybe they had a mistaken identity or he wasnt really dead or it was all a sick prank. I just had to see and nothing would have stopped me from walking in the room and actually seeing it was him. It was finally my turn. When you are ready i was told. I thought to myself, when would i ever be ready? Who wakes up and says they are ready to see the little boy that they rocked to sleep, that they watched take their first steps, say their first words, smile for the first time, who could be ready to see them dead. I was not entirely sure what i was about to see. I started to walk through the door and he was there on the other side of the empty room. The room was bigger then the one they gave you at other viewings and he was against the opposite wall laying on a gurney with a blood drop splattered sheet covering him up to his chin. I think of it and the feelings come rushing back to me. The way my knees almost buckled and the way I felt dizzy with bile coming up in the back of my throat. The way I could only choke out the words "oh, bubba.. what did you do?" As i felt the oxygen suddenly sucked out of my body. The room suddenly hot, the air too thin the silence so loud you could hear it. I walked over to him reaching out to smooth his hair off of his face. His head seemed oddly misshapen and his eyes were sunk into his head. I remember hearing a sound that sounded like a hurt animal as i stared down, into the sight that greets me now everytime I close my eyes. vaguely being aware that I was making the sound and willing it to stop. Then I just felt overwhelmed knowing that absolutely nothing I could say or do, could get him to stand up and smile at me. That I was helpless and this was definitely my child. There was no mistake. I could see the top of his skull was gone and tried not to look at the gore where the top of his head was missing. I saw bone and brains yet, I didn't feel grossed out as I touched him. Just helpless. This was a booboo I could not slap a bandaid on. I flashed back to a few days before he died when he had come to work with me and cut his finger and i teased him as i put a bandaid on my brave little guy at the same time i had been grossed out and couldnt look at the scratch. He had laughed and looked at me semi amused and semi appalled. I walked around searching and not seeing the entry wound on him so I when a mortuary employee came to check in on me i asked her if she knew. she knew right where it was and reached out and turned his head and I was honestly kind of shocked because I thought dead people were always hard after rigor mortise set in- I'd touched dead people before but never tried to move them. His head turned with kind of a rubbery, heavy, unnatural look and there it was. Smaller then the hickey next to it he had had that last day I saw him. The size of the tip of my pinkie and pretty anticlimactic to what I'd thought it would be. Just a tiny almost bruised looking dot- having done less damage at the entry site then the exit. Pulling the sheet down a bit and seeing him loosely stitched across his chest and seeing the image of sewing a chicken breast back together when cooking (just add the jalapeños and cream cheese and cranberries and stitch it closed then bake at 350).... The rest of the visit is really between me, him and God. But back to the guy at the gas station.. who while well meaning, told me smile, it's not that bad. And it's funny because I in no way, feel that I am alone. I know so many of us have had moments that just rocked their universes. So many of us have had moments whether it be personally, or while at war, that just broke us. Yet, on the surface looking people would never know. This stranger just trying in his way to spread happiness had no idea that yes, it was that bad. For me today, yes it was that bad and worse. It's been several months, but my suffering didn't end there. I still had to watch the news reports read the comments of strangers opinions that didnt know me, didnt care if his family read their judgements, still had to field phone calls from the detectives, the Investigators. Still had to watch the video of my son dying (obsessively over and over trying to find a clue). I still had to receive his clothing he wore (and im slowly working on opening each of the 27 bags of evidence i was given), read reports and cremate him and make his urn, go to the scene where he died that was poorly cleaned up with chunks of blood and flesh strewn around (in a very public spot so that people were walking and stepping unknowingly on chunks of him that had been missed , read the autopsy report where it described cutting out his tongue and calling after hours to the coroner for about the 25th time, crying and questioning.. for the love of God, why? And choking back rage- how? How did you get it out? Did you give it back? Doing full on obsessive research learning our eyes turn black shortly after we die, watching cremation videos and staring at the clock as he was being burned and mashed up and then trying to process it all. Past that the dreams. I dont dream often that i remember, but the dreams lately are frequent and vivid. But on the flip side I have not had one day off to grieve. Not one full day of help with the kids to process. Not one full day of my phone not ringing for work or not having to make dinner and take care of 4 smaller kids who are counting on me. Honestly, things are compounding and the more time goes by, the further I am withdrawing and shutting down. The ability to deal with small stressors and something as simple as my phone ringing is throwing me back to the beginning where the voice on the other end started this nightmare with "ethans dead" . Logically I know that's not the case but I hear messages beep across, I hear it ring and anxiety and dread fill me and I just can't look. Nothing can force me to look. But it's funny how we have to be OK. NO one knows or wants to hear because it's too much, or they don't understand or it's been a week, a month... aren't you better yet? I see other people out there and know they've dealt with the same, and it changes you. You WANT to be OK. You would trade your life to have that particular situation not have happened. And I do. I want to be OK. I want to be the person people think I am. I want to be able to run my business or answer my phone but I can't be. I'll never be again and the dreams, nightmares and that hope as I wake up that it's not real, that will never fade. In some western cultures, after a death they will wear a black arm and to signify they are in mourning. I almost think it would be easier if we did that here. Then, maybe people would not be so quick to judge. You never should assume that just because someone looks normal that there is not a whole lot of trauma boiling up, I want to apologize to all my clients who haven't been able to make it through, that I haven't communicated well with and that don't or can't understand. This isn't a choice. This isn't what I want. This is what is pushed upon me and no words can change the fact that I am Stilll tired and confused and shocked at the loss of my son, and I am trying to be whole, I am trying to put on a smile and answer my phone and be the business people need but is it ever OK to be not ok? The answer I'm seeming to get is not during peak season its not! I'm processing kind of a lot and granted, I obviously need to work to pay my bills so am grateful for the work, on the flip side getting screamed at from a lady that our mow guy is a day late because it rained or the crew is not at their house we had said wed be there in the afternoon and its now 3:15, that compounds into me just staring blankly at the phone as it rings wondering how I can keep running a business if these small stressors are so debilitating right now, thinking of the past few years that my son worked for me as I realize I'm short staffed and how I started this company because of him. With him wanting to earn money so we shoveled together then he had people wanting weeding while he was at school so I jumped in and it went from there. So I am wondering what life I have now when such a huge piece of me is dead and I do blame myself because I didn't realize it at the time but my actions, parenting style and reactions had everything to do with his death and even though what I did made sense looking back- instead of calling the police on him when he showed me he had a gun- and knowing he'd run from his sober living, I just lectured him and told him I knew he'd make the right choice. I had a truck I wanted to give him but didn't because he had a gun and had run from sober living. If I'd given him the truck he would not have stolen the car. I could have traded gun for truck. If I'd called police they would have taken him to jail where he was safe. My version of natural consequences didnt factor in that I'd be the one alive to suffer them not him.

I don’t know why but my traps are always so engaged in everything I do. Even if I’m not doing CrossFit and just a body weight workout. It’s annoying because it just causes migraines.
Is there a reason for this? Are they compensating for something else?
If so - what do I or can I work on to stop this?
Thanks

Hello, i am 35(M), 5’ 8”, was 283lbs and currently 273lbs. I have been obese my whole life and I am trying to change. I started something of a diet and workout because I felt like I had to start somewhere, but I have no idea if I am doing it right. I need guidance in every aspect of this process as I do not know where to start. This is what i am doing and it has only been 3 weeks. I want to make this a lifestyle not a short term thing. I ask for advice in trying to reach a goal that I have never experienced in my life. Thank you in advanced.
My diet has consist of eating two meals, first one being usually 1 cup of oatmeal, 2 bananas, and 1 cup of blueberries
My second meal has been about 400-500 grams of flap meat beef and boiled veggies (i.e broccoli, cauliflower, carrots, etc)
I also try to drink a gallon of water and drink apple cider vinegar every morning
Though I have not been strictly on this I usually am doing this at least 4-6 days but when I have a social outing i do eat at restaurants but I try my best to eat better than I usually have in the past.
I am trying to work out six days a week resting on Sundays. Day 1 chest and tricep Day 2 legs and shoulder Day 3 back and bicep Doing it over for days 4-6 3-6 exercises 3-4 sets 8-12 reps each set I try to do planks every workout five 30-35 second planks And do dry sauna for 15 minutes
I do feel healthier already but I am not sure if i am doing thus properly or efficiently.
I want to be really fit, not like body builder, but be tone like an 180lbs boxer, also hoping to start boxing once I lose enough weight.
Thank you very much in advanced.

She then explained that bigger people would slide/fall faster than smaller people. Thats gravity, she said.

I'm very desperate for some advice on whether Plan B will work/seems to be working for me.
I had my LMP 22 May. I am usually regular, give or take a few days. My last LMP was around 31 days.
I unprotected sex Sunday 4th June at 5pm.
I had ovulation mucus on Monday 5th June at 9am. I usually get this quite a lot around the time of ovulation, but it completely stopped after I took Plan B.
I took Plan B on Monday 5th June at 12.30pm.
I had cramping - some quite bad - Tuesday 6th June.
I have had various cramps since, far less than a period, but similar pain if that makes sense.
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What are the chances Plan B won't work for me? Does the cramping I had mean it's likely to have worked to have worked?
I am desperate and so so so worried right now. I have stopped eating completely in the hopes that it will mean my body will be too preoccupied with hunger to implant, which I know is so silly.
I have had an abortion before and can't have one again. I am not ready, financially or emotionally, for a baby. I am driving myself sick with worry.
Please help.

Scene 1: The Invasion

• The scene is set in a dark and abandoned Fazbear's Pizzeria. Redbear is sitting on a throne made of animatronic parts, surrounded by his loyal minions. He is holding a remote control that can activate the Fazbear's Curse on any animatronic he chooses.
  
• Suddenly, the lights go out and a loud explosion is heard outside. Redbear looks alarmed and orders his minions to check it out.
  
• The camera cuts to outside, where Commander Black and his Replicants have arrived in a large airship. They are armed with various weapons and magic spells. Commander Black gives a speech to his troops, telling them that this is their final target before they conquer the TF2 Freak World. He orders them to attack and destroy everything in their way.
  
• The Replicants charge towards the pizzeria, firing their guns and casting their spells. Redbear's animatronics try to fight back, but they are quickly overwhelmed by the superior numbers and firepower of the invaders.
  
• Commander Black flies over the battlefield, looking for Redbear. He spots him on the roof of the pizzeria, holding his remote control. He decides to confront him personally and flies towards him.
  

Scene 2: The Showdown

• Redbear sees Commander Black approaching and prepares to defend himself. He presses a button on his remote control, activating the Fazbear's Curse on several animatronics nearby. They glow red and become possessed by Redbear's will.
  
• Commander Black lands on the roof and faces Redbear. He taunts him, saying that he is a pathetic excuse for a leader and that his curse is useless against him. He challenges him to a one-on-one fight.
  
• Redbear accepts the challenge, but says that he will not fight fair. He commands his cursed animatronics to attack Commander Black from behind.
  
• Commander Black turns around and blasts the animatronics with his dark magic, destroying them in seconds. He then turns back to Redbear and says that he is wasting his time.
  
• Redbear gets angry and summons more animatronics to help him. He also activates his own enhanced abilities, increasing his strength and speed.
  
• Commander Black laughs and says that he is not impressed. He also activates his own enhanced abilities, increasing his power and durability.
  
• The two enemies charge at each other, ready to clash.
  

Scene 3: The Finale

• The scene shows a series of fast-paced shots of Commander Black and Redbear fighting each other. They exchange punches, kicks, slashes, blasts, and insults. They also dodge, block, parry, and counter each other's moves.
  
• The fight is evenly matched, with neither side gaining an edge over the other. They both inflict damage on each other, but they also heal quickly from their wounds.
  
• The fight moves from the roof to the inside of the pizzeria, where they continue to battle among the debris and corpses of their fallen allies.
  
• The fight reaches its climax when they both unleash their ultimate attacks at the same time. Commander Black fires a massive beam of dark magic from his hands, while Redbear fires a massive beam of red energy from his eyes.
  
• The two beams collide in mid-air, creating a huge explosion that shakes the entire building.
  
• The camera cuts to black as the sound of the explosion fades away.
  

Scene 4: The Aftermath

• The scene shows the aftermath of the fight. The pizzeria is completely destroyed, with only rubble and smoke remaining. There are no signs of life or movement.
  
• The camera zooms in on a pile of debris, where a hand emerges from underneath. It belongs to Commander Black, who has survived the blast.
  
• He crawls out of the rubble, coughing and bleeding. He looks around and sees no trace of Redbear or his animatronics. He assumes that he has killed them all.
  
• He smiles triumphantly and raises his fist in the air. He declares that he has won and that he is the ruler of the TF2 Freak World.
  
• He then falls unconscious on the ground, exhausted from the fight.
  
• The camera pans up to the sky, where a red glow can be seen in the distance. It belongs to Redbear's remote control, which has survived the blast as well.
  
• The remote control beeps and flashes, indicating that it has detected another animatronic nearby. It activates the Fazbear's Curse on it, turning it into Redbear's new host body.
  
• The camera cuts to the animatronic, which is revealed to be Springtrap. He opens his eyes, which glow red. He smiles wickedly and says that he is not done yet.
  
• He then laughs maniacally as the screen fades to black.
  
• The end.
  

It started a few months ago. My husband (41M) told me (37F), that he had a stomach pain. I first thought he might start to develop a stomach flu and told him to observe it, and go to the doctor if he has further symptoms.
The next day after I came home from work, he had intense and extreme pain. I thought "Appendicitis" first and I drove him to the hospital for emergency care. After waiting for three hours and nobody telling me what happened, I drove home and called the hospital a few hours later because my husband didn't inform me either and wouldn't pick up his phone.
They told me he simply had an infection thanks to diverticles and it wasn't that grave, so I went to bed and started my day the next day. After work I tried to call the hospital, but nobody was there, they said they would call back. I ran an errand and when I checked my phone, I had a missed call from the hospital. I called back and got the info "Your husband had a heart attack." and he was brought to a clinic with a cardiology. I was really worried then, drove back home from my errand and tried to call the new hospital. They told me they informed my Father in law so I called him and what he said was devastating. My husband was basically dying and nobody knew what he had. They had one last chance, he could go to a highly specialized clinic.
He got brought to this clinic and wat followed was the worst fear I ever felt in my life. We finally got a diagnosis two days after he first complained about pains. Apparently the infected diverticle burst open and that led to him going into septic shock. The hospital saved my husband's life from the cusp of death, hand's down, it was extremely close.
Of course the story doesn't end there... after surgery my husband was still in critical condition, but at least he was getting gradually better. After three weeks, he was well enough to be put outside of the ICU, on a ward that is like... the in-between. I was positive that he would start to recover now.
I was wrong... he had a relapse. The suture from his surgery (it was a colon surgery) did leak and he basically had a second sepsis! I remember how much the doctors apologized to me that we now had to start again. But it was so much worse this time. The first sepsis was bad, alright, but my husband managed to get off dialsysis and ventilator easily. The second one? It was two months of horror. He had to get on the ventilator for ages and his heart made so much trouble they had no choice but to to put a pacemaker inside of him. At least the dialysis this time also was gone pretty soon, but the ventilator... it took a long time until it could be removed for good, easily six weeks (with the weaning phase).
Then they put him into a rehab clinic, but I am really not knowing what this clinic was doing. Nothing was really happening there but constant examinations and the idea to put him on a diet. Yes, my husband is fat, but who in their right mind puts a recovering patient with no muscles on a traditional diet?!
Anyway, after around six to seven weeks in this clinic, he came back to the first clinic because suddenly they found out that his gallbladder was toast. No, really, I asked the doctor about it and he explained it to me like that the "Gallbladder was pretty much destroyed during the sepsis and now it would get infected again and again and again." They had to remove it.
Normally a gallbladder can be removed easily with laparoscopy or what it is called, but thanks to my husband's history, they had to cut him open. That happened around the beginning of May. And then the stupid surgery wound got a little infected and he got onto the ICU for observation again, but at the moment, he is on a normal station and he probably goes into a neurological rehab on Friday.
Now, after all of this, I am not naive enough to think that my husband will come home and be like "before the sepsis". But after five months of hell, I kinda would like to soothe some of my anxieties. And his too.
So, my husband is currently having a colostomy bag still. He was on a catheter for a really long time, but they could remove it in the meantime.
He can not walk or stand up, but he can move his arms well enough to use an urine bottle, drink and eat on his own and use a smartphone or tablet, though I can see that he has still trouble with motorics. He is also greatly missing strength, for example, he can't open up a bottle that was not opened up by someone else, we normally have to help him and screw the bottles open for him once.
I asked him if he already can sit up and he said that it is possible with a little help, but he can't really pull himself up and get into a sitting position on his own, he can only put the bed into a higher position.
I really hope that the new rehab clinic he goes to can help him to find his way home, but after the negative experience with the first clinic, I am very anxious and my husband also shows some doubts. I would like to hear some of your experiences with recovery after a septic shock.
How long did it take until you could go home? What were post symptoms you are still struggling with? Did some of you manage a full recovery?
I am more than glad that my husband survived this illness. It could have been so much worse. But I know we have to deal with the aftermath of it and I would like to know what comes. Thank you very much.

Hi all. I've posted in here a few times before and I've met some wonderful long distance connections. I'm posting again in hopes that I can find a friend who will one day become a romantic partner.
About me.....I'm 34, married to the love of my life for almost 11 years, and we have 2 wonderful kids and 5 terrible cats together. I have a stable job and I own my own house. We are both pretty new to being poly (within the last year or so) and I have been on a journey since to discover what poly really means for me. I was in a semi-long distance relationship recently and it didn't work out so well, but live and learn.
My hobbies are fleeting. I do enjoy touching grass occasionally. I like walking, playing basketball, playing golf, going to the beach and taking pictures of nature. I recently tried snowboarding for the first time up in the mountains of West Virginia and it was awesome. I also don't mind staying in, playing games in discord and binge watching shows. I recently just started rewatching Community again, such a good show.
I'm also on a bit of a weight loss journey as well. I'm not fat by any means, but I do have a bit of a dad bod. I've lost about 20 lbs in the last months or so via intermittent fasting, and I'm trying to my my body back to how healthy it was in my early 20s (marriage does that to a fellow).
What I'm searching for in a partner? I'm not really picky at this point. Just be around my age and be engaging and interesting. I would eventually like to meet in person at some point, but I'm perfectly content having a long distance thing while we establish a friendship and get to know each other.
I know this post is pretty long, but thanks for reading, and if anything I wrote sounds interesting, please don't hesitate to send a DM and we can see where it goes.

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The cost. A cost can come in many forms. The fact of the matter is that Americans spend the most on healthcare for quite mediocre results. (https://www.cdc.gov/nchs/fastats/health-expenditures.htm) and (https://www.healthsystemtracker.org/chart-collection/health-spending-u-s-compare-countries/) (https://www.cnn.com/2023/01/31/health/us-health-care-spending-global-perspective/index.html) (https://jamanetwork.com/journals/jama/article-abstract/2674671)
So how does he address the argument that costs are so high, any reform towards a single payer system would be cheaper?
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Beyond the stuff Kraut addressed already, such as cultural barriers, the fact that any such reform would mean reforming a lot more than healthcare, the lack of political will and consideration of such a big picture, I think the biggest barrier, and best argument against it, is that a European style single payer system would be such a colossal undertaking that the government will fuck it up, that the costs (both economic and political) are too high for people to swallow, that it will backfire horrifically and poison the well.
This is in addition to the fact that our healthcare fucking sucks, so we have people who have been delaying care, and thus problems pile up and get more costly to take care of. And we are really fat, and like to stay fat. In addition, administrative costs are sky high. If the government takes on this burden, will the administrative costs decrease, increase, or stay the same? I'm honestly not sure. I think all three are possible. Yes we pay a lot, and yes, switching over to a new system would probably save, but getting there is one huge mess that might not be possible, because I truly believe (enough) Americans are uniquely, fat, stupid, and selfish. (Not to mention influence of interests groups and stuff like that).
Edit: In addition, is it possible political will develops that translates to a large bill with the same scope as Obamacare? I think it is. But I also think pushing for such a move would be a mistake. Because that would be one portion of the USA forcing a big, difficult pill to swallow on the rest of us... And given the lack of a political consensus, it will become a rallying cry against. And unlike Obamacare, which was fairly moderate all thing considered, and has managed to survive intact thus far, such moderation would not be a factor in my hypothetical single payer. What happened with Obamacare was this: Republican rallying cry to repeal and replace, they realized that people actually liked it enough, they passed their Obamacare lite version that was more or less the same thing, Republicans claimed victory since they fixed it by getting rid of the bad thing and replacing it with their good thing, Democrats can claim victory since Obamacare was mostly in place, and is at least a moderate success since more people are getting healthcare and many reforms are still in tact.
I do not think such an outcome would happen with a single payer system.

Hi this is my first time making a post and I wanted to get some feedback or advice on my type of hairloss and the recommendation by different doctors. I’m a 21 year old female that’s has dealt with hairloss since I was 16, it’s defused and pretty bad on the front of my scalp. My hairloss initially began because I was under eating for years and was deficient in Vit D, Iron, Zinc etc. Even at a young age my doctor always brushed it off and said it was normal even thought I had high DHT levels.
At 19 was the year I had a drastic change in my body I went from being 120 to 160 in just 1 year. I started to deal with a lot of horomonal issues started growing thick hair on my neck and chin, gut issues and MAJOR HAIRLOSS. I was diagnosed with inflammatory PCOS.
Same year I went to a dermatologist when I was traveling back home(Egypt) and they said from the type of hairloss I have it’s AGA and that I should go on spironolacone and topical minoxidil. I should also mention the only 2 women from my fathers side do struggle with hairloss and no one else in my family does I think that’s why she came to that conclusion. I got a bit overwhelmed after doing research and knowing these are medications to stay on basically forever and I’m still really young to be commited for life. I tried minoxidil for a bit but got really bad headaches and it irritated my scalp so I stopped.
When I was 20 I went to a dermatologist where I live (Canada) to get oral minoxidil and to get a scalp biopsy. After a few weeks I got my results back and she told me that I don’t have AGA what so ever but have Telogen Effluvioum. She said that the results showed state my hair was in think maybe 20% in the growth phase and 80% on the shedding. That was all contributing to my vitamin deficiencies/ stress and said to just supplement and that was all. Didn’t even question my high DHT levels and said NOT to go on minoxidil. In the mean time I got my vitamin levels up they’re still not the absolute best they’re around moderate levels but borderline being low but working on it still.
Recently I visited a doctor and they mentioned to manage my pcos and hairloss is to go on Diana-35 birth control for 3 months and 1 week off and continue again for another 3 months and reevaluate after then. Also to go on Metformin to help me lose weight(I’m not diabetic or Prediabetic) apprently it still works idk. His reasoning is because Diana-35 has androgen blockers, and Metformin has androgen blocking effects as well.
I’ve been very confused and not sure what to do anymore because every doctor seems to give me a different answer and I don’t feel like I have a proper diagnosis.
In the mean time I think I’ll just start the Diane-35 birth control and see how it effects my hair. I’m also currently trying PRP and Mesotherapy so I’m hoping that can help. If I see no regrowth or stop shedding after a few months should I start oral minoxidil I’m becoming very desperate atp.
Please any advice I would appreciate 🥹.

I think there are a few hints that prove this theory.
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1. Assuming the worms are parasitic in nature, they would need a living host to survive. Obviously the monster would not serve as a suitable host.
2. The first time they began the autopsy (and the monster did that jumpscare) Kristi did a small incision in the chest, that would have been enough to free the worms
3. Marielle's dream maybe wasn't just a nightmare. We know that the music box is a sign of something bad about to happen, and also the monster clearly attacks Marielle in the dream. Perhaps it was actually the worms entering her body while she was asleep
4. The bile has no worms in it. I mean Boyd is clearly holding the vial, surely there would be some worms swimming around in it. Unless they somehow have an ability to disappear and reappear, then it doesn't make sense that the worms would be in the bile.

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I can see exactly where they'll take the story. Marielle will wake up, and realise the worms are inside her. She keeps it a secret for like 3 episodes, before finally telling Kristi, who then doesn't believe her and thinks Marielle is back on the Morphine. In comes Kenny as the love triangle arc comes to a head.