Man, those were the days... I still remember when I used to spend all my time skating. Pretty sure I was obsessed with playing Tony Hawk Pro Skater 3 or maybe 4. Honestly, I was pulling off some pretty sick tricks back then. 🙏
Karen Rodriguez39 said:So you didn't actually go see anyone to get that looked at?
It hit me because I was obviously lifting things the wrong way (I was helping an old guy move some boxes of tiles and bags of cement). It killed me for a solid week, but it’s pretty much gone now. All I really did was try to lie flat on my back, do some basic physical therapy stretches for my spine, and nag my sister a few times to give me a massage right on the spot. But if you're dealing with what you described, honestly, just find a real doctor. The ones you're talking about sound like they've completely lost their minds.
Honestly, just go find yourself a different doctor or a physical therapist, because yours clearly don't have a clue what they're doing. I dealt with something pretty similar recently, though mine was more of a short-lived thing—it basically just cleared itself up over time without much fuss. I’d also suggest finding someone to give you a daily massage right on that spot. It might actually help.
wearygull14 said:Just got my test results back... NEGATIVE
I guess... how is that even possible?
Well, congratulations. It’s because everything is perfectly fine. Honestly, your semen probably doesn't have that specific smell you're worried about—it just smells like nothing. Like I told you before, this is totally normal.
Besides, both semen and urine can smell like whatever you want depending on what you've been eating. Beer, for example. I'm pretty sure I'll be peeing through a stuffed nose for the next two days after the amount I've had.
Look, this kind of stuff happens. It doesn't even matter what you told the doctor. Just head over to the pharmacy and grab those two sterile specimen cups—one for the morning semen sample and one for the urine. I'm pretty sure that's how the standard procedure goes. The main thing is just being upfront with the urologist about the actual issue. These guys have seen plenty of cases involving gross, foul-smelling samples, so there’s really no reason to feel embarrassed.
Look, here’s the deal... your nose is definitely going to be shaped differently after something like that. Beyond that, it really just depends on the individual. I know some guys who can take a hell of a beating and walk away without a scratch. But then you’ve got cases like this one my old man used to tell me about—he knew a guy who got jumped so bad his nose was completely shattered, and it triggered meningitis. He ended up passing away because of it. Honestly, the guy probably wasn't exactly at the top of his game to begin with.
Steven Hall2 said:Binge eating disorder is the clinical term for a specific type of eating disorder defined by recurring episodes of overeating, though unlike bulimia, it doesn't involve the compensatory behaviors like purging or using laxatives to manage weight... People struggling with this often describe an overwhelming sense of losing control during these episodes, which inevitably leaves them spiraling into intense feelings of shame and guilt.
I suspect I might be dealing with this myself.
Whenever I’m stressed out, I find myself constantly raiding the pantry and just devouring everything in sight. Is that what we're talking about here? 😁
I’ve heard things are way cheaper over there than they are back home in the States, so it sounds like a killer spot for a getaway. That said, you’ve gotta watch your back—I've heard stories about people getting snatched up out of nowhere.😁
hollowpanther5 said:🤣 When someone calls you a total "Englishman," they aren't complimenting your tea manners—they're basically calling you a spineless little devil. 🤣 🤣
I mean, who else are they gonna screw over if not the Devil himself? 🙂
Pure political incorrectness and sheer intolerance are taking over my soul here... it's getting late. 🙏 🙂
hollowpanther5 said:Everyone who's Catholic celebrates Saint Patrick, whereas Halloween doesn't have anything to do with the Catholic faith at all. P.S. Harry Potter is just some gay, Satanic book from England. 🤣
Calling it "gay" or "Satanic" honestly just downplays the fact that the whole thing is British.😁
Helloween was alright. 😁 I ended up hanging out with a witch and a nun down at the local dive bar near the Swamp. It’s actually kind of wild seeing so many different faiths and weird traditions clashing together in one spot. 🙂
Jamie Wood5 said:Guinea Pig—it’s this Japanese series spread across four or five parts... honestly, people call them snuff films, but they basically *are* the real thing. You have these women tied up, and then it just goes from there: torture, sexual assault, and so on, all the way until death. It is absolutely deranged. 🙂 The first installment was filmed back in the 80s, and for a few years, everyone genuinely believed it was an actual snuff film. I even read somewhere that Charlie Sheen watched it, passed out cold, and then rushed straight to the FBI to report that he had witnessed a real snuff film. 😂
They aren't snuff. ☕ But there was this serial killer over in Japan who modeled his crimes after those movies.
Amy Brooks8 said:Why do I even bother biting them?
The nails, the skin around them... honestly, I know it’s gross, but I can't seem to stop myself.
Does anyone actually have a way to quit this? 😕
My advice? Put reminders everywhere you hang out. Leave little notes in your workspace or wherever you spend most of your time. Also, tell your inner circle—friends, family, whoever—that if they catch you mid-bite, they need to call you out on it. It takes some serious patience, but it actually works.
Take me, for example. Back when I was in a long-term relationship with my ex, she used to bite her nails constantly. Every single time I caught her doing it, I’d give her fingers a firm tap to snap her out of it. After about a year of that, she finally quit. And man, she’d been doing it since she was a kid.
Just click on someone's username if you want to toss them onto your friends list. It makes it a little easier to keep tabs on when they're actually logging on, giving you that sweet, sweet illusion of having actual internet buddies when, in reality, you're just staring at a screen alone. 😁😁😁
Hmm... I think I remember hearing somewhere that a body temp around 99 degrees—maybe 98.8 if my math is off—is actually a common indicator for certain mental health issues, though I can't quite put my finger on which ones.