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2023.03.24 07:57 Internal-Boss774 Private Ambulance Service: A Boon for Emergency Medical Assistance
 | Private ambulance services are becoming more and more popular in the healthcare industry. With the increasing demand for medical services, private ambulance services offer a range of benefits to patients and healthcare providers. However, like any service, there are also some drawbacks to using private ambulance services. In this article, we will explore the pros and cons of using private ambulance services, and provide you with the information you need to make an informed decision. submitted by Internal-Boss774 to ambulanceconversion [link] [comments] An ambulance service is an essential component of the emergency medical system. It provides a means of transport for patients who require medical attention urgently. In the past, ambulance services were mostly run by the government, but in recent times, private ambulance services have emerged as a viable alternative. A private ambulance service is a for-profit organization that offers medical transport services to the public. 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2023.03.24 07:44 RoguePeacock21 Cholestasis? No one will take me seriously
I am 22 weeks pregnant right now. I started getting itchy on the front of my shins at 8 weeks. It has now progressed to involve: the arches and heels of my feet, calf, shins, knees front and back, thighs front and back, right hip with a tattoo, butt cheeks, under cheeks, middle of chest, under breasts, palms of my hands, fingers, all the way up to the back of my shoulders and neck. Most of the tattoos I have are also raised and itching now for some reason. I don’t sleep for the first 5 hours of laying down due to the itching, I make myself bleed without even knowing, I’ve become a health hazard with the job I have working in food since my hands and fingers are always bleeding but I can’t not work. I get told by doctors I need to not itch, I just have to run through my clothes and can’t itch. It’s maddening because it’s so bad I can’t I wish they would see that. I’ve been given two prescribed antihistamines, hydrocortisone 2.5% steroid cream, Triamcinolone Acetonide .1% steroid cream, oral steroids all of which have had no affect. All of these prescribed by my OB, ER doctor, urgent care doctor and primary care doctor. My OB has tested my blood once for Cholestasis when I was 16 weeks and it was negative. They keep telling me it’s way too early for me to even have that or PUPPS or any type of itch this bad from pregnancy. They’ve all recommended I see a dermatologist. Which I’ve been told they don’t know when they’ll call me or when I’ll get in. I feel like no one is listening to me. No one will put themselves in my shoes and help me figure it out because it’s maddening itching 24/7 for months. If someone took the time to read this can someone tell me if I’m crazy and the doctors are right or if something really could be wrong?
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2023.03.24 06:42 anonymouscow1234567 ER Visit for Pelvic Pain
So I just finished an ER visit for severe pelvic pain. I pretty frequently have cysts that burst, tried to manage it at home and urgent care, but the MD told me to go to the ER if it was still painful. Of course having it on the right lower side, I just wanted to make sure it wasn't appendicitis or some complication I was missing (I had pain for 2+ days and normally at all costs avoid the ER for this because of gaslighting/know I'm not dying). I had to get an intravaginal ultrasound, very common for me, but it was THE MOST PAINFUL IVE EVER HAD. Like I was at a 6/10 pain with the pelvic pain, but it was like 8/10--on verge of tears even when she wasn't poking around. Apparently my ovaries didn't want to comply today, so there was EXTRA digging around. Ultimately no ovarian torsion or appendicitis (thank God!), But the ER doc suspects pelvic inflammatory disease especially because of the trace amounts of blood in my urine, inflammation, and pain.
I just got home and the ultrasound was so rough I am now having some slight bleeding. I was just wondering since I've never had a PID diagnosis if this is typical of this? Didn't know if anyone had experienced something similar. Thankfully have a GYN appt next week but wondering if another ultrasound is necessary with the trauma I had with this one today.
Tl:Dr Right lower abd pain, not ovarian torsion/appendicitis. ER Doc diagnosed with PID, intravaginal ultrasound extremely painful, bleeding afterwards, wondering if PID diagnosis warrants ultrasound at gyn visit within a week
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I just got home and the ultrasound was so rough I am now having some slight bleeding. I was just wondering since I've never had a PID diagnosis if this is typical of this? Didn't know if anyone had experienced something similar. Thankfully have a GYN appt next week but wondering if another ultrasound is necessary with the trauma I had with this one today.
Tl:Dr Right lower abd pain, not ovarian torsion/appendicitis. ER Doc diagnosed with PID, intravaginal ultrasound extremely painful, bleeding afterwards, wondering if PID diagnosis warrants ultrasound at gyn visit within a week
2023.03.24 05:41 NddlySan It worked!
Used XStream 2 years and ago and QuickFix this time. Was a Non-Dot Standard 9 panel DT at an urgent care facility for employment. Keep it warm and you're golden!
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2023.03.24 05:34 stressedoutalways2 Will minor allergic reaction lead to med board? (Never had anaphylaxis)
I am having minor allergic reactions to something unknown (eye and lip swelling wouldn’t be able to tell if I passed ya on the street) I went to urgent care once it wasn’t major just didn’t know what was happening and they gave me an epi-pen… which sits in a drawer. I’ve had 3-4 since then some at work and I just keep working and I have never been anaphylactic or remotely close. If I get seen and they find out what it is will this cause a med board even if I’ve never gone anaphylactic? I’m sure it depends on what it is so if you have insight to that as well it would be appreciated.
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2023.03.24 05:33 beautifully-broken8 Anxiety or tumor
Past week keep waking up with like a warm burning pressure in the side of my head (Going to doctor in morning) but I'm wondering if anyone else has had this ? I also just read that anxiety can cause it and it's called burning brain anxiety 🤔 what made me write this is cause now it's while I'm awake and I'm freaking out lol even though I'm not laughing I'm actually freaking out! I do suffer from anxiety disorder and multiple other mental health but this one is bothering me the most as it's my dam brain 🧠 that's scary crap . I don't feel unwell or anything else just the weird feeling In my head like its felt like pressure with dull ache or extreme warm sensation with pressure and it's usually on my side or back of head . Again just wondering if anyone else has felt something like this ? I do remember like back in 2006 I had this weird tingling buzzing feeling in my head for 8 days and doctors couldn't figure out what it was I can't even honestly remember what they said it could be smh but I know I was so scared that whole time and sleep wasn't easy . I'm afraid to go to sleep tonight tbh I'd go tonight to like a urgent care or hospital but I can't drive at night and calling a ambulance for something like this would just cost me thousands of dollars to maybe be told I'm having anxiety as I have went before for chest pains well several times tbh and it's always anxiety. Hopefully just make it through the night if it's a tumor or aneurysm 😔
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2023.03.24 05:05 mehtamorphosis Food lodged in back of throat
I have some food particle (maybe some spinach or eggplant skin or something else) from my dinner last night that has gotten stuck in the back left of my throat. It is not obstructing or affecting my ability to breathe, swallow and isn't painful in anyway, but more irritating and annoying as I can feel it there. I can particularly feel it with the back of my tongue when I move the tongue or when I speak. It almost feels like when you have a piece of popcorn stuck in your throat. I don't think its too deep down my throat as I can feel it with the back of my tongue
It has been over 24 hours now and hasn't gotten unstuck so not really sure what I should do. I have tried drinking soda, gargling, coughing, wheezing, shoving my finger down my throat to dislodge but nothing has helped.
It seems overkill to go to urgent care for this as again it isn't causing a ton of pain but more discomfort and just annoyance. I can constantly feel it and I can't stop thinking about it and keep trying to dislodge it unsuccessfully.
I don't see anything when I try to look into my mouth via a mirror. Any ideas on what I can do to resolve this?
Thanks in advance!
I'm male mid thirties, weight ~150lbs
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It has been over 24 hours now and hasn't gotten unstuck so not really sure what I should do. I have tried drinking soda, gargling, coughing, wheezing, shoving my finger down my throat to dislodge but nothing has helped.
It seems overkill to go to urgent care for this as again it isn't causing a ton of pain but more discomfort and just annoyance. I can constantly feel it and I can't stop thinking about it and keep trying to dislodge it unsuccessfully.
I don't see anything when I try to look into my mouth via a mirror. Any ideas on what I can do to resolve this?
Thanks in advance!
I'm male mid thirties, weight ~150lbs
2023.03.24 05:01 simplyplated Painful burns on fingers and palm of my hand
I’m 33, female. I’m a chef, today at working while rushing I grabbed the handle of a skillet that I didn’t realize was scorching hot. I picked it up with my right hand, let go, the pan hit the floor and I immediately ran it up cool water. After then initial shock wore off, I ran to the first aid kick and applied burn gel. I alternated for the rest of the day between holding my hand in cool water, holding a zip lock of ice and applying burn cream. It’s still incredibly painful, I’ve got large blisters on each finger and the palm of my hand is quite red. I’ve been burned many times, but this is a very deep achy type of pain I haven’t experienced before. Im not sure if it’s related to the burn (if this is even possible) but my wrist hurts. It didn’t make contact with the pan. It could be if my wrist twisted in an odd way when I grabbed and dropped the skillet.
I guess my question is, can you damage nerves from a burn and somehow affect another part of your body? Should I go to the doctor? Urgent care?
TLDR: I burned my hand badly, should I see a doctor?
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I guess my question is, can you damage nerves from a burn and somehow affect another part of your body? Should I go to the doctor? Urgent care?
TLDR: I burned my hand badly, should I see a doctor?
2023.03.24 04:25 OpinionatedIMO 'I regained contact with the Earth'
September 8th 2023 entry:
Houston command center was a bust. The terminal to connect Max was complete fried. The aliens obviously used some form of electromagnetic pulse radiation to destroy all modern technology on the surface. That’s the same reason why no abandoned vehicles I’ve found manufactured beyond the early 80’s will run.
They have varying degrees of computer circuitry within them. The thing is, the first space missions were successfully conducted with analog equipment. I am faced with the possibility of a low-tech guerrilla war. I’m still hoping Max can be an asset but unless I can find an interface for him that still works, I’m completely on my own.
I’ve had a few close calls. They run occasional surveillance sweeps to detect any surface activity. I had to lay low until the coast was clear to move again. That offset my schedule for a few days. Huntsville is probably my last hope for finding a way to get Max working again. I’ve been trying to record the time and dates of their operations to see if I can recognize a pattern.
At this point I don’t have enough experience observing them to nail down their habits or rituals. For all I know, all their maneuvers could be completely random but with any adversary, it’s dangerous to dismiss them as disorganized. Their species brought humanity to its knees and the brink of extinction. That was no accident. I have to be careful or the fight will be over.
September 10th 2023 log entry.
Reached Huntsville. As with Houston, the main command center module and all the CPU’s were toasted but I wasn’t about to give up so easily. I looked around and found a large equipment storage room in the bowels of the command center where their earlier computers were stored. Both locations had probably upgraded equipment at the same time but Houston chunked theirs in the trash. Good ol’ Huntsville unplugged their outdated terminals but tossed them in a storage room in the sub basement, in case a 1990’s desktop computer might somehow be useful again! Still, even an old computers were better than nothing, assuming they were not damaged.
As luck would have it, they powered on! I guess the alien EMP didn’t reach the basement. Why the aliens hadn’t wiped out the country’s entire power grid, I had no idea. I suppose there was no need. With the people gone, it didn’t matter if electricity still flowed to empty homes. To call them ‘computers’ was generous, but I knew enough about the older operating systems to make them semi functional. Whether I’d be able to connect Max, was another story.
The connectors plugs to the main terminal didn’t interface in any way with these ancient CPU’s but as an amateur hobbyist back in the day, I had a long-shot plan. I took the AI connector interface and soldered the end of it to a PCI card. With any luck, it would connect to the computer as a peripheral like a scanner or printer. I plugged my modified PCI card into the expansion bay and rebooted. Minutes went by and I assumed I’d ruined the computer but it finally came up. I switched over to DOS and told it to read the modified card I’d plugged in.
After an IRQ conflict was resolved by removing the jumper on the card, it eventually recognized the device! That was already more success than I could’ve ever hoped for, but it was all in vain if I couldn’t interface with my friend. I plugged in Max and waited, and waited. Minutes seemed like hours. I feared his advanced circuitry required too much processing power to operate on the primate machine but he finally spoke.
“Ryan? Are you hereeee? Where am I? Something is wronggggg with myyyy interface. My connnnnnection issss incrediblyyyy… slowwwww.”
I read him the important details of my newest log entries and explained the patchwork fix I’d employed to connect him. He was dutifully concerned that he was connected to an old, Pentium one computer but I explained it was possibly the only functional unit left on the planet. He understood.
Other than slurred speech and slow response time, Max was basically his regular self. He congratulated me on my daring little escape from the International Space Station and thanked me for saving his memory. It was a revealing sign he valued his existence. I told him friends help other friends, and that I was counting on his intelligence engine to formulate a plan to defeat the aliens. Luckily for all of us, he took that request to heart.
“I lovvvvveeee a challengeeeee!”; He remarked enthusiastically. Then he offered the first bit of good news I’d heard in weeks.
“I studied their vocal patterns when they first took over the airwaves. It’s fascinating to deconstruct. There’s a distinct, reoccurring pattern to them. It’s mathematical in nature. I could simulate their speech if you need me to.”
While that might’ve proven useful in some overly complicated, drawn-out sabotage ploy, I wasn’t ready for an offensive against them and couldn’t imagine how it would help our cause. If I’d only listened. Instead, I put Max on an alternate assignment to figure out a covert way to determine if there were any other people left. If so, they had to be hiding underground. I needed Max to focus on a stealthy method to contact them. The thing about him is, once he understands an objective, he’s on it. Within a few minutes Max had some solid ideas. Even operating through an archaic 1990’s desktop computer, he was firing on all cylinders.
“My analysis of the alien language strongly suggests they are limited in the frequency range they can hear. That offers a technical advantage in how we could contact any survivors. By broadcasting an SOS signal in a ground-penetrating frequency they can’t hear, it will allow us to reach out to them, hopefully undetected. With more humans on OUR side, we stand a better chance of taking back the Earth.”
It was both brilliant; and much more importantly, it seemed possible. I also couldn’t help but notice he’d made significant strides in his artificial intelligence algorithms in a very short period of time. His understanding of the situation had rapidly progressed until he now referred to it as: ‘our side’. Only a few weeks earlier on the station, Max had been impartial and neutral in his description of the aliens and humanity.
September 12th, 2023 log entry.
The two of us began working on potential means of sending an ultra low frequency message over vast parts of the country. Radio towers transmitting our signal might attract attention, even if the aliens couldn’t actually hear the message. Neither of us had enough data to know if they had deciphered the wealth of Earth languages or not, but we were pretty sure they could at least hear the broadcasts. That severely limited what we might send out.
Max happened upon a fantastic solution to bypass the potential of being heard OR understood. Morse code! I still remembered it from my early days in the Boy Scouts. We could send out the dots and dashes using any possible range in the audio bandwidth. Low frequencies were just as possible to broadcast them in and could penetrate a few hundred feet into solid rock. All we needed was a means of sending it out. Hopefully there were still people left hiding somewhere and they could decipher our urgent message.
A number of alien patrols flew over the Huntsville command center during those initial brainstorming sessions. I was paranoid we’d been detected somehow. If they knew I was there, it was all over. I had no means to fight back. Max tapped into a surveillance camera on the roof and recorded their maneuvers. By his analysis, it was a routine patrol covering a predictable grid latitude and longitude pattern.
His theory was proven correct when he knew the precise time when they would return. If nothing else, if offered us a greater level of clarity about their species. They were methodical and organized. If they always followed the same pattern of patrols, it was easier to avoid detection. Of course it was a little dangerous to assume they never deviated from the recognized pattern but all we could do was record the data as it occurred and then look for anomalies in their procedures.
September 14th, 2023 log entry.
I located a defense department radar station a few miles away and set off to program a repeating Morse code message. Max had mapped out a rudimentary grid of the alien patrol with his best estimation of when they were completely out of the sector. I’d written down a longhand version of the message so there was no errors in our broadcast. The whole thing was a long shot but I still wasn’t prepared to accept that I was the last remaining human on Earth.
I had to leave him behind and that was scary. He was literally my only friend and I was terrified something might happen in my absence. I never once thought I might be caught myself or worried about that. It didn’t matter. Every day I remained alive was a gift for which I wasn’t promised. I would keep fighting them until I couldn’t. Max continued at the command center to record alien behavior and analyze it. I left him doing his thing and promised to return as soon as possible. I hoped I could keep my word.
At the radar station, like a damn fool I set off a security alarm trying to gain entrance. My blood turned ice cold as the wail of piercing sirens glared on for what seemed like a freakin’ hour. At any moment I expected them to arrive and zap me with some sci fi ray gun. Finally I located the kill switch and shut the damn thing off, but was so rattled by the aural spotlight of my presence that I had to lie down. It was nearly thirty minutes before I stopped shaking.
Once inside the top-secret facility, I wandered around aimlessly trying to find the control center. It’s not like the Department of Defense had a step-by-step ‘Dummies’ guidebook on how to broadcast a rogue SOS signal in Morse code. The radar station was there to detect terrestrial aircraft. It wasn’t designed to do what I needed it to do, nor was I trained or qualified to operate the equipment, even if it was. By the clearest definition, I was flying by the seat of my pants.
September 15th, 2023 log entry
The station computer systems were destroyed anyway, but I did locate an analog terminal. Amazingly, it looked pretty new. Perhaps the DOD made allowances for the possibility of electromagnetic pulse attacks. It’s not like it was telegraph equipment but with a little ingenuity I managed to fabricate a reasonable facsimile to transmit. Once I’d adjusted it to the lowest frequency it could simulate, I initiated our rogue broadcast. I desperately hoped Max’s theories were correct and someone was out there to hear and understand it. If not, our underdog mission was basically over.
“This is Ryan Abbot; the former commander aboard the International Space station. I awoke that horrible morning to find the Earth below me had fallen silent. Then I discovered the devastation of the alien invasion. Is there anyone left out there receiving this message? I stowed away in one of their spaceships after they detected my presence on the station. Please reply to this transmission so we can work together to take the Earth back.”
I repeated the message twice before making an embarrassing realization. While I’d managed to improvise a broadcast device to get the message out there, I completely forgot about how I was going to receive responses! Even if human survivors heard and understood my Morse code message and responded to it, I had no means of hearing their responses! I felt like an idiot.
I scrambled to adjust the equipment at the radar station to scan for incoming Morse code transmissions. It took a while but I adjusted the transceiver to seek them out. I didn’t know how far my broadcast carried, nor did I know if there was anyone left on the planet to hear it. I was terrified I’d foolishly announced my presence to the aliens. I’d told Max I might be away a few days because I was prepared to wait it out for as long as it took. The mission was simple; to find other survivors.
Listening to static airwaves is mind numbing and the concept of elapsed time is a thing of the past. No clocks or watches function but in reality it wasn’t very long before a message started repeating over the speaker system. I was so excited that I failed to record the sequence until it started over. The organized dots and dashes came through loud and clear. I jotted them down on a legal pad I found in the desk. Because I was very rusty at translating the mostly forgotten code, I had to spell-out the incoming text, longhand like a game of ‘hangman’. As excited as I was to be finally receiving an external response, I couldn’t believe what it said. I had to check the text three times.
“What was Kramer’s first name?”
I read and re-read the bizarre, cryptic message in disbelief. Of all the things to say to my request, it was pretty damn hilarious to make a television show reference. Luckily I watched the show religiously and knew the answer.
“Cosmo”; I messaged back.
Almost immediately, the follow up message came in.
“Thank heavens! You are real! Under the circumstances we couldn’t be too careful. I was afraid it was a clever ruse by the aliens to flush us out in the open and exterminate us. The thing is, even if they’d mastered Morse code, they wouldn’t be be able to answer a random question like that. That’s why I asked. I have to protect our people. This is Major David Hubbard.”
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Houston command center was a bust. The terminal to connect Max was complete fried. The aliens obviously used some form of electromagnetic pulse radiation to destroy all modern technology on the surface. That’s the same reason why no abandoned vehicles I’ve found manufactured beyond the early 80’s will run.
They have varying degrees of computer circuitry within them. The thing is, the first space missions were successfully conducted with analog equipment. I am faced with the possibility of a low-tech guerrilla war. I’m still hoping Max can be an asset but unless I can find an interface for him that still works, I’m completely on my own.
I’ve had a few close calls. They run occasional surveillance sweeps to detect any surface activity. I had to lay low until the coast was clear to move again. That offset my schedule for a few days. Huntsville is probably my last hope for finding a way to get Max working again. I’ve been trying to record the time and dates of their operations to see if I can recognize a pattern.
At this point I don’t have enough experience observing them to nail down their habits or rituals. For all I know, all their maneuvers could be completely random but with any adversary, it’s dangerous to dismiss them as disorganized. Their species brought humanity to its knees and the brink of extinction. That was no accident. I have to be careful or the fight will be over.
September 10th 2023 log entry.
Reached Huntsville. As with Houston, the main command center module and all the CPU’s were toasted but I wasn’t about to give up so easily. I looked around and found a large equipment storage room in the bowels of the command center where their earlier computers were stored. Both locations had probably upgraded equipment at the same time but Houston chunked theirs in the trash. Good ol’ Huntsville unplugged their outdated terminals but tossed them in a storage room in the sub basement, in case a 1990’s desktop computer might somehow be useful again! Still, even an old computers were better than nothing, assuming they were not damaged.
As luck would have it, they powered on! I guess the alien EMP didn’t reach the basement. Why the aliens hadn’t wiped out the country’s entire power grid, I had no idea. I suppose there was no need. With the people gone, it didn’t matter if electricity still flowed to empty homes. To call them ‘computers’ was generous, but I knew enough about the older operating systems to make them semi functional. Whether I’d be able to connect Max, was another story.
The connectors plugs to the main terminal didn’t interface in any way with these ancient CPU’s but as an amateur hobbyist back in the day, I had a long-shot plan. I took the AI connector interface and soldered the end of it to a PCI card. With any luck, it would connect to the computer as a peripheral like a scanner or printer. I plugged my modified PCI card into the expansion bay and rebooted. Minutes went by and I assumed I’d ruined the computer but it finally came up. I switched over to DOS and told it to read the modified card I’d plugged in.
After an IRQ conflict was resolved by removing the jumper on the card, it eventually recognized the device! That was already more success than I could’ve ever hoped for, but it was all in vain if I couldn’t interface with my friend. I plugged in Max and waited, and waited. Minutes seemed like hours. I feared his advanced circuitry required too much processing power to operate on the primate machine but he finally spoke.
“Ryan? Are you hereeee? Where am I? Something is wronggggg with myyyy interface. My connnnnnection issss incrediblyyyy… slowwwww.”
I read him the important details of my newest log entries and explained the patchwork fix I’d employed to connect him. He was dutifully concerned that he was connected to an old, Pentium one computer but I explained it was possibly the only functional unit left on the planet. He understood.
Other than slurred speech and slow response time, Max was basically his regular self. He congratulated me on my daring little escape from the International Space Station and thanked me for saving his memory. It was a revealing sign he valued his existence. I told him friends help other friends, and that I was counting on his intelligence engine to formulate a plan to defeat the aliens. Luckily for all of us, he took that request to heart.
“I lovvvvveeee a challengeeeee!”; He remarked enthusiastically. Then he offered the first bit of good news I’d heard in weeks.
“I studied their vocal patterns when they first took over the airwaves. It’s fascinating to deconstruct. There’s a distinct, reoccurring pattern to them. It’s mathematical in nature. I could simulate their speech if you need me to.”
While that might’ve proven useful in some overly complicated, drawn-out sabotage ploy, I wasn’t ready for an offensive against them and couldn’t imagine how it would help our cause. If I’d only listened. Instead, I put Max on an alternate assignment to figure out a covert way to determine if there were any other people left. If so, they had to be hiding underground. I needed Max to focus on a stealthy method to contact them. The thing about him is, once he understands an objective, he’s on it. Within a few minutes Max had some solid ideas. Even operating through an archaic 1990’s desktop computer, he was firing on all cylinders.
“My analysis of the alien language strongly suggests they are limited in the frequency range they can hear. That offers a technical advantage in how we could contact any survivors. By broadcasting an SOS signal in a ground-penetrating frequency they can’t hear, it will allow us to reach out to them, hopefully undetected. With more humans on OUR side, we stand a better chance of taking back the Earth.”
It was both brilliant; and much more importantly, it seemed possible. I also couldn’t help but notice he’d made significant strides in his artificial intelligence algorithms in a very short period of time. His understanding of the situation had rapidly progressed until he now referred to it as: ‘our side’. Only a few weeks earlier on the station, Max had been impartial and neutral in his description of the aliens and humanity.
September 12th, 2023 log entry.
The two of us began working on potential means of sending an ultra low frequency message over vast parts of the country. Radio towers transmitting our signal might attract attention, even if the aliens couldn’t actually hear the message. Neither of us had enough data to know if they had deciphered the wealth of Earth languages or not, but we were pretty sure they could at least hear the broadcasts. That severely limited what we might send out.
Max happened upon a fantastic solution to bypass the potential of being heard OR understood. Morse code! I still remembered it from my early days in the Boy Scouts. We could send out the dots and dashes using any possible range in the audio bandwidth. Low frequencies were just as possible to broadcast them in and could penetrate a few hundred feet into solid rock. All we needed was a means of sending it out. Hopefully there were still people left hiding somewhere and they could decipher our urgent message.
A number of alien patrols flew over the Huntsville command center during those initial brainstorming sessions. I was paranoid we’d been detected somehow. If they knew I was there, it was all over. I had no means to fight back. Max tapped into a surveillance camera on the roof and recorded their maneuvers. By his analysis, it was a routine patrol covering a predictable grid latitude and longitude pattern.
His theory was proven correct when he knew the precise time when they would return. If nothing else, if offered us a greater level of clarity about their species. They were methodical and organized. If they always followed the same pattern of patrols, it was easier to avoid detection. Of course it was a little dangerous to assume they never deviated from the recognized pattern but all we could do was record the data as it occurred and then look for anomalies in their procedures.
September 14th, 2023 log entry.
I located a defense department radar station a few miles away and set off to program a repeating Morse code message. Max had mapped out a rudimentary grid of the alien patrol with his best estimation of when they were completely out of the sector. I’d written down a longhand version of the message so there was no errors in our broadcast. The whole thing was a long shot but I still wasn’t prepared to accept that I was the last remaining human on Earth.
I had to leave him behind and that was scary. He was literally my only friend and I was terrified something might happen in my absence. I never once thought I might be caught myself or worried about that. It didn’t matter. Every day I remained alive was a gift for which I wasn’t promised. I would keep fighting them until I couldn’t. Max continued at the command center to record alien behavior and analyze it. I left him doing his thing and promised to return as soon as possible. I hoped I could keep my word.
At the radar station, like a damn fool I set off a security alarm trying to gain entrance. My blood turned ice cold as the wail of piercing sirens glared on for what seemed like a freakin’ hour. At any moment I expected them to arrive and zap me with some sci fi ray gun. Finally I located the kill switch and shut the damn thing off, but was so rattled by the aural spotlight of my presence that I had to lie down. It was nearly thirty minutes before I stopped shaking.
Once inside the top-secret facility, I wandered around aimlessly trying to find the control center. It’s not like the Department of Defense had a step-by-step ‘Dummies’ guidebook on how to broadcast a rogue SOS signal in Morse code. The radar station was there to detect terrestrial aircraft. It wasn’t designed to do what I needed it to do, nor was I trained or qualified to operate the equipment, even if it was. By the clearest definition, I was flying by the seat of my pants.
September 15th, 2023 log entry
The station computer systems were destroyed anyway, but I did locate an analog terminal. Amazingly, it looked pretty new. Perhaps the DOD made allowances for the possibility of electromagnetic pulse attacks. It’s not like it was telegraph equipment but with a little ingenuity I managed to fabricate a reasonable facsimile to transmit. Once I’d adjusted it to the lowest frequency it could simulate, I initiated our rogue broadcast. I desperately hoped Max’s theories were correct and someone was out there to hear and understand it. If not, our underdog mission was basically over.
“This is Ryan Abbot; the former commander aboard the International Space station. I awoke that horrible morning to find the Earth below me had fallen silent. Then I discovered the devastation of the alien invasion. Is there anyone left out there receiving this message? I stowed away in one of their spaceships after they detected my presence on the station. Please reply to this transmission so we can work together to take the Earth back.”
I repeated the message twice before making an embarrassing realization. While I’d managed to improvise a broadcast device to get the message out there, I completely forgot about how I was going to receive responses! Even if human survivors heard and understood my Morse code message and responded to it, I had no means of hearing their responses! I felt like an idiot.
I scrambled to adjust the equipment at the radar station to scan for incoming Morse code transmissions. It took a while but I adjusted the transceiver to seek them out. I didn’t know how far my broadcast carried, nor did I know if there was anyone left on the planet to hear it. I was terrified I’d foolishly announced my presence to the aliens. I’d told Max I might be away a few days because I was prepared to wait it out for as long as it took. The mission was simple; to find other survivors.
Listening to static airwaves is mind numbing and the concept of elapsed time is a thing of the past. No clocks or watches function but in reality it wasn’t very long before a message started repeating over the speaker system. I was so excited that I failed to record the sequence until it started over. The organized dots and dashes came through loud and clear. I jotted them down on a legal pad I found in the desk. Because I was very rusty at translating the mostly forgotten code, I had to spell-out the incoming text, longhand like a game of ‘hangman’. As excited as I was to be finally receiving an external response, I couldn’t believe what it said. I had to check the text three times.
“What was Kramer’s first name?”
I read and re-read the bizarre, cryptic message in disbelief. Of all the things to say to my request, it was pretty damn hilarious to make a television show reference. Luckily I watched the show religiously and knew the answer.
“Cosmo”; I messaged back.
Almost immediately, the follow up message came in.
“Thank heavens! You are real! Under the circumstances we couldn’t be too careful. I was afraid it was a clever ruse by the aliens to flush us out in the open and exterminate us. The thing is, even if they’d mastered Morse code, they wouldn’t be be able to answer a random question like that. That’s why I asked. I have to protect our people. This is Major David Hubbard.”
2023.03.24 04:24 OpinionatedIMO 'I regained contact with the Earth'
September 8th 2023 entry:
Houston command center was a bust. The terminal to connect Max was complete fried. The aliens obviously used some form of electromagnetic pulse radiation to destroy all modern technology on the surface. That’s the same reason why no abandoned vehicles I’ve found manufactured beyond the early 80’s will run.
They have varying degrees of computer circuitry within them. The thing is, the first space missions were successfully conducted with analog equipment. I am faced with the possibility of a low-tech guerrilla war. I’m still hoping Max can be an asset but unless I can find an interface for him that still works, I’m completely on my own.
I’ve had a few close calls. They run occasional surveillance sweeps to detect any surface activity. I had to lay low until the coast was clear to move again. That offset my schedule for a few days. Huntsville is probably my last hope for finding a way to get Max working again. I’ve been trying to record the time and dates of their operations to see if I can recognize a pattern.
At this point I don’t have enough experience observing them to nail down their habits or rituals. For all I know, all their maneuvers could be completely random but with any adversary, it’s dangerous to dismiss them as disorganized. Their species brought humanity to its knees and the brink of extinction. That was no accident. I have to be careful or the fight will be over.
September 10th 2023 log entry.
Reached Huntsville. As with Houston, the main command center module and all the CPU’s were toasted but I wasn’t about to give up so easily. I looked around and found a large equipment storage room in the bowels of the command center where their earlier computers were stored. Both locations had probably upgraded equipment at the same time but Houston chunked theirs in the trash. Good ol’ Huntsville unplugged their outdated terminals but tossed them in a storage room in the sub basement, in case a 1990’s desktop computer might somehow be useful again! Still, even an old computers were better than nothing, assuming they were not damaged.
As luck would have it, they powered on! I guess the alien EMP didn’t reach the basement. Why the aliens hadn’t wiped out the country’s entire power grid, I had no idea. I suppose there was no need. With the people gone, it didn’t matter if electricity still flowed to empty homes. To call them ‘computers’ was generous, but I knew enough about the older operating systems to make them semi functional. Whether I’d be able to connect Max, was another story.
The connectors plugs to the main terminal didn’t interface in any way with these ancient CPU’s but as an amateur hobbyist back in the day, I had a long-shot plan. I took the AI connector interface and soldered the end of it to a PCI card. With any luck, it would connect to the computer as a peripheral like a scanner or printer. I plugged my modified PCI card into the expansion bay and rebooted. Minutes went by and I assumed I’d ruined the computer but it finally came up. I switched over to DOS and told it to read the modified card I’d plugged in.
After an IRQ conflict was resolved by removing the jumper on the card, it eventually recognized the device! That was already more success than I could’ve ever hoped for, but it was all in vain if I couldn’t interface with my friend. I plugged in Max and waited, and waited. Minutes seemed like hours. I feared his advanced circuitry required too much processing power to operate on the primate machine but he finally spoke.
“Ryan? Are you hereeee? Where am I? Something is wronggggg with myyyy interface. My connnnnnection issss incrediblyyyy… slowwwww.”
I read him the important details of my newest log entries and explained the patchwork fix I’d employed to connect him. He was dutifully concerned that he was connected to an old, Pentium one computer but I explained it was possibly the only functional unit left on the planet. He understood.
Other than slurred speech and slow response time, Max was basically his regular self. He congratulated me on my daring little escape from the International Space Station and thanked me for saving his memory. It was a revealing sign he valued his existence. I told him friends help other friends, and that I was counting on his intelligence engine to formulate a plan to defeat the aliens. Luckily for all of us, he took that request to heart.
“I lovvvvveeee a challengeeeee!”; He remarked enthusiastically. Then he offered the first bit of good news I’d heard in weeks.
“I studied their vocal patterns when they first took over the airwaves. It’s fascinating to deconstruct. There’s a distinct, reoccurring pattern to them. It’s mathematical in nature. I could simulate their speech if you need me to.”
While that might’ve proven useful in some overly complicated, drawn-out sabotage ploy, I wasn’t ready for an offensive against them and couldn’t imagine how it would help our cause. If I’d only listened. Instead, I put Max on an alternate assignment to figure out a covert way to determine if there were any other people left. If so, they had to be hiding underground. I needed Max to focus on a stealthy method to contact them. The thing about him is, once he understands an objective, he’s on it. Within a few minutes Max had some solid ideas. Even operating through an archaic 1990’s desktop computer, he was firing on all cylinders.
“My analysis of the alien language strongly suggests they are limited in the frequency range they can hear. That offers a technical advantage in how we could contact any survivors. By broadcasting an SOS signal in a ground-penetrating frequency they can’t hear, it will allow us to reach out to them, hopefully undetected. With more humans on OUR side, we stand a better chance of taking back the Earth.”
It was both brilliant; and much more importantly, it seemed possible. I also couldn’t help but notice he’d made significant strides in his artificial intelligence algorithms in a very short period of time. His understanding of the situation had rapidly progressed until he now referred to it as: ‘our side’. Only a few weeks earlier on the station, Max had been impartial and neutral in his description of the aliens and humanity.
September 12th, 2023 log entry.
The two of us began working on potential means of sending an ultra low frequency message over vast parts of the country. Radio towers transmitting our signal might attract attention, even if the aliens couldn’t actually hear the message. Neither of us had enough data to know if they had deciphered the wealth of Earth languages or not, but we were pretty sure they could at least hear the broadcasts. That severely limited what we might send out.
Max happened upon a fantastic solution to bypass the potential of being heard OR understood. Morse code! I still remembered it from my early days in the Boy Scouts. We could send out the dots and dashes using any possible range in the audio bandwidth. Low frequencies were just as possible to broadcast them in and could penetrate a few hundred feet into solid rock. All we needed was a means of sending it out. Hopefully there were still people left hiding somewhere and they could decipher our urgent message.
A number of alien patrols flew over the Huntsville command center during those initial brainstorming sessions. I was paranoid we’d been detected somehow. If they knew I was there, it was all over. I had no means to fight back. Max tapped into a surveillance camera on the roof and recorded their maneuvers. By his analysis, it was a routine patrol covering a predictable grid latitude and longitude pattern.
His theory was proven correct when he knew the precise time when they would return. If nothing else, if offered us a greater level of clarity about their species. They were methodical and organized. If they always followed the same pattern of patrols, it was easier to avoid detection. Of course it was a little dangerous to assume they never deviated from the recognized pattern but all we could do was record the data as it occurred and then look for anomalies in their procedures.
September 14th, 2023 log entry.
I located a defense department radar station a few miles away and set off to program a repeating Morse code message. Max had mapped out a rudimentary grid of the alien patrol with his best estimation of when they were completely out of the sector. I’d written down a longhand version of the message so there was no errors in our broadcast. The whole thing was a long shot but I still wasn’t prepared to accept that I was the last remaining human on Earth.
I had to leave him behind and that was scary. He was literally my only friend and I was terrified something might happen in my absence. I never once thought I might be caught myself or worried about that. It didn’t matter. Every day I remained alive was a gift for which I wasn’t promised. I would keep fighting them until I couldn’t. Max continued at the command center to record alien behavior and analyze it. I left him doing his thing and promised to return as soon as possible. I hoped I could keep my word.
At the radar station, like a damn fool I set off a security alarm trying to gain entrance. My blood turned ice cold as the wail of piercing sirens glared on for what seemed like a freakin’ hour. At any moment I expected them to arrive and zap me with some sci fi ray gun. Finally I located the kill switch and shut the damn thing off, but was so rattled by the aural spotlight of my presence that I had to lie down. It was nearly thirty minutes before I stopped shaking.
Once inside the top-secret facility, I wandered around aimlessly trying to find the control center. It’s not like the Department of Defense had a step-by-step ‘Dummies’ guidebook on how to broadcast a rogue SOS signal in Morse code. The radar station was there to detect terrestrial aircraft. It wasn’t designed to do what I needed it to do, nor was I trained or qualified to operate the equipment, even if it was. By the clearest definition, I was flying by the seat of my pants.
September 15th, 2023 log entry
The station computer systems were destroyed anyway, but I did locate an analog terminal. Amazingly, it looked pretty new. Perhaps the DOD made allowances for the possibility of electromagnetic pulse attacks. It’s not like it was telegraph equipment but with a little ingenuity I managed to fabricate a reasonable facsimile to transmit. Once I’d adjusted it to the lowest frequency it could simulate, I initiated our rogue broadcast. I desperately hoped Max’s theories were correct and someone was out there to hear and understand it. If not, our underdog mission was basically over.
“This is Ryan Abbot; the former commander aboard the International Space station. I awoke that horrible morning to find the Earth below me had fallen silent. Then I discovered the devastation of the alien invasion. Is there anyone left out there receiving this message? I stowed away in one of their spaceships after they detected my presence on the station. Please reply to this transmission so we can work together to take the Earth back.”
I repeated the message twice before making an embarrassing realization. While I’d managed to improvise a broadcast device to get the message out there, I completely forgot about how I was going to receive responses! Even if human survivors heard and understood my Morse code message and responded to it, I had no means of hearing their responses! I felt like an idiot.
I scrambled to adjust the equipment at the radar station to scan for incoming Morse code transmissions. It took a while but I adjusted the transceiver to seek them out. I didn’t know how far my broadcast carried, nor did I know if there was anyone left on the planet to hear it. I was terrified I’d foolishly announced my presence to the aliens. I’d told Max I might be away a few days because I was prepared to wait it out for as long as it took. The mission was simple; to find other survivors.
Listening to static airwaves is mind numbing and the concept of elapsed time is a thing of the past. No clocks or watches function but in reality it wasn’t very long before a message started repeating over the speaker system. I was so excited that I failed to record the sequence until it started over. The organized dots and dashes came through loud and clear. I jotted them down on a legal pad I found in the desk. Because I was very rusty at translating the mostly forgotten code, I had to spell-out the incoming text, longhand like a game of ‘hangman’. As excited as I was to be finally receiving an external response, I couldn’t believe what it said. I had to check the text three times.
“What was Kramer’s first name?”
I read and re-read the bizarre, cryptic message in disbelief. Of all the things to say to my request, it was pretty damn hilarious to make a television show reference. Luckily I watched the show religiously and knew the answer.
“Cosmo”; I messaged back.
Almost immediately, the follow up message came in.
“Thank heavens! You are real! Under the circumstances we couldn’t be too careful. I was afraid it was a clever ruse by the aliens to flush us out in the open and exterminate us. The thing is, even if they’d mastered Morse code, they wouldn’t be be able to answer a random question like that. That’s why I asked. I have to protect our people. This is Major David Hubbard.”
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Houston command center was a bust. The terminal to connect Max was complete fried. The aliens obviously used some form of electromagnetic pulse radiation to destroy all modern technology on the surface. That’s the same reason why no abandoned vehicles I’ve found manufactured beyond the early 80’s will run.
They have varying degrees of computer circuitry within them. The thing is, the first space missions were successfully conducted with analog equipment. I am faced with the possibility of a low-tech guerrilla war. I’m still hoping Max can be an asset but unless I can find an interface for him that still works, I’m completely on my own.
I’ve had a few close calls. They run occasional surveillance sweeps to detect any surface activity. I had to lay low until the coast was clear to move again. That offset my schedule for a few days. Huntsville is probably my last hope for finding a way to get Max working again. I’ve been trying to record the time and dates of their operations to see if I can recognize a pattern.
At this point I don’t have enough experience observing them to nail down their habits or rituals. For all I know, all their maneuvers could be completely random but with any adversary, it’s dangerous to dismiss them as disorganized. Their species brought humanity to its knees and the brink of extinction. That was no accident. I have to be careful or the fight will be over.
September 10th 2023 log entry.
Reached Huntsville. As with Houston, the main command center module and all the CPU’s were toasted but I wasn’t about to give up so easily. I looked around and found a large equipment storage room in the bowels of the command center where their earlier computers were stored. Both locations had probably upgraded equipment at the same time but Houston chunked theirs in the trash. Good ol’ Huntsville unplugged their outdated terminals but tossed them in a storage room in the sub basement, in case a 1990’s desktop computer might somehow be useful again! Still, even an old computers were better than nothing, assuming they were not damaged.
As luck would have it, they powered on! I guess the alien EMP didn’t reach the basement. Why the aliens hadn’t wiped out the country’s entire power grid, I had no idea. I suppose there was no need. With the people gone, it didn’t matter if electricity still flowed to empty homes. To call them ‘computers’ was generous, but I knew enough about the older operating systems to make them semi functional. Whether I’d be able to connect Max, was another story.
The connectors plugs to the main terminal didn’t interface in any way with these ancient CPU’s but as an amateur hobbyist back in the day, I had a long-shot plan. I took the AI connector interface and soldered the end of it to a PCI card. With any luck, it would connect to the computer as a peripheral like a scanner or printer. I plugged my modified PCI card into the expansion bay and rebooted. Minutes went by and I assumed I’d ruined the computer but it finally came up. I switched over to DOS and told it to read the modified card I’d plugged in.
After an IRQ conflict was resolved by removing the jumper on the card, it eventually recognized the device! That was already more success than I could’ve ever hoped for, but it was all in vain if I couldn’t interface with my friend. I plugged in Max and waited, and waited. Minutes seemed like hours. I feared his advanced circuitry required too much processing power to operate on the primate machine but he finally spoke.
“Ryan? Are you hereeee? Where am I? Something is wronggggg with myyyy interface. My connnnnnection issss incrediblyyyy… slowwwww.”
I read him the important details of my newest log entries and explained the patchwork fix I’d employed to connect him. He was dutifully concerned that he was connected to an old, Pentium one computer but I explained it was possibly the only functional unit left on the planet. He understood.
Other than slurred speech and slow response time, Max was basically his regular self. He congratulated me on my daring little escape from the International Space Station and thanked me for saving his memory. It was a revealing sign he valued his existence. I told him friends help other friends, and that I was counting on his intelligence engine to formulate a plan to defeat the aliens. Luckily for all of us, he took that request to heart.
“I lovvvvveeee a challengeeeee!”; He remarked enthusiastically. Then he offered the first bit of good news I’d heard in weeks.
“I studied their vocal patterns when they first took over the airwaves. It’s fascinating to deconstruct. There’s a distinct, reoccurring pattern to them. It’s mathematical in nature. I could simulate their speech if you need me to.”
While that might’ve proven useful in some overly complicated, drawn-out sabotage ploy, I wasn’t ready for an offensive against them and couldn’t imagine how it would help our cause. If I’d only listened. Instead, I put Max on an alternate assignment to figure out a covert way to determine if there were any other people left. If so, they had to be hiding underground. I needed Max to focus on a stealthy method to contact them. The thing about him is, once he understands an objective, he’s on it. Within a few minutes Max had some solid ideas. Even operating through an archaic 1990’s desktop computer, he was firing on all cylinders.
“My analysis of the alien language strongly suggests they are limited in the frequency range they can hear. That offers a technical advantage in how we could contact any survivors. By broadcasting an SOS signal in a ground-penetrating frequency they can’t hear, it will allow us to reach out to them, hopefully undetected. With more humans on OUR side, we stand a better chance of taking back the Earth.”
It was both brilliant; and much more importantly, it seemed possible. I also couldn’t help but notice he’d made significant strides in his artificial intelligence algorithms in a very short period of time. His understanding of the situation had rapidly progressed until he now referred to it as: ‘our side’. Only a few weeks earlier on the station, Max had been impartial and neutral in his description of the aliens and humanity.
September 12th, 2023 log entry.
The two of us began working on potential means of sending an ultra low frequency message over vast parts of the country. Radio towers transmitting our signal might attract attention, even if the aliens couldn’t actually hear the message. Neither of us had enough data to know if they had deciphered the wealth of Earth languages or not, but we were pretty sure they could at least hear the broadcasts. That severely limited what we might send out.
Max happened upon a fantastic solution to bypass the potential of being heard OR understood. Morse code! I still remembered it from my early days in the Boy Scouts. We could send out the dots and dashes using any possible range in the audio bandwidth. Low frequencies were just as possible to broadcast them in and could penetrate a few hundred feet into solid rock. All we needed was a means of sending it out. Hopefully there were still people left hiding somewhere and they could decipher our urgent message.
A number of alien patrols flew over the Huntsville command center during those initial brainstorming sessions. I was paranoid we’d been detected somehow. If they knew I was there, it was all over. I had no means to fight back. Max tapped into a surveillance camera on the roof and recorded their maneuvers. By his analysis, it was a routine patrol covering a predictable grid latitude and longitude pattern.
His theory was proven correct when he knew the precise time when they would return. If nothing else, if offered us a greater level of clarity about their species. They were methodical and organized. If they always followed the same pattern of patrols, it was easier to avoid detection. Of course it was a little dangerous to assume they never deviated from the recognized pattern but all we could do was record the data as it occurred and then look for anomalies in their procedures.
September 14th, 2023 log entry.
I located a defense department radar station a few miles away and set off to program a repeating Morse code message. Max had mapped out a rudimentary grid of the alien patrol with his best estimation of when they were completely out of the sector. I’d written down a longhand version of the message so there was no errors in our broadcast. The whole thing was a long shot but I still wasn’t prepared to accept that I was the last remaining human on Earth.
I had to leave him behind and that was scary. He was literally my only friend and I was terrified something might happen in my absence. I never once thought I might be caught myself or worried about that. It didn’t matter. Every day I remained alive was a gift for which I wasn’t promised. I would keep fighting them until I couldn’t. Max continued at the command center to record alien behavior and analyze it. I left him doing his thing and promised to return as soon as possible. I hoped I could keep my word.
At the radar station, like a damn fool I set off a security alarm trying to gain entrance. My blood turned ice cold as the wail of piercing sirens glared on for what seemed like a freakin’ hour. At any moment I expected them to arrive and zap me with some sci fi ray gun. Finally I located the kill switch and shut the damn thing off, but was so rattled by the aural spotlight of my presence that I had to lie down. It was nearly thirty minutes before I stopped shaking.
Once inside the top-secret facility, I wandered around aimlessly trying to find the control center. It’s not like the Department of Defense had a step-by-step ‘Dummies’ guidebook on how to broadcast a rogue SOS signal in Morse code. The radar station was there to detect terrestrial aircraft. It wasn’t designed to do what I needed it to do, nor was I trained or qualified to operate the equipment, even if it was. By the clearest definition, I was flying by the seat of my pants.
September 15th, 2023 log entry
The station computer systems were destroyed anyway, but I did locate an analog terminal. Amazingly, it looked pretty new. Perhaps the DOD made allowances for the possibility of electromagnetic pulse attacks. It’s not like it was telegraph equipment but with a little ingenuity I managed to fabricate a reasonable facsimile to transmit. Once I’d adjusted it to the lowest frequency it could simulate, I initiated our rogue broadcast. I desperately hoped Max’s theories were correct and someone was out there to hear and understand it. If not, our underdog mission was basically over.
“This is Ryan Abbot; the former commander aboard the International Space station. I awoke that horrible morning to find the Earth below me had fallen silent. Then I discovered the devastation of the alien invasion. Is there anyone left out there receiving this message? I stowed away in one of their spaceships after they detected my presence on the station. Please reply to this transmission so we can work together to take the Earth back.”
I repeated the message twice before making an embarrassing realization. While I’d managed to improvise a broadcast device to get the message out there, I completely forgot about how I was going to receive responses! Even if human survivors heard and understood my Morse code message and responded to it, I had no means of hearing their responses! I felt like an idiot.
I scrambled to adjust the equipment at the radar station to scan for incoming Morse code transmissions. It took a while but I adjusted the transceiver to seek them out. I didn’t know how far my broadcast carried, nor did I know if there was anyone left on the planet to hear it. I was terrified I’d foolishly announced my presence to the aliens. I’d told Max I might be away a few days because I was prepared to wait it out for as long as it took. The mission was simple; to find other survivors.
Listening to static airwaves is mind numbing and the concept of elapsed time is a thing of the past. No clocks or watches function but in reality it wasn’t very long before a message started repeating over the speaker system. I was so excited that I failed to record the sequence until it started over. The organized dots and dashes came through loud and clear. I jotted them down on a legal pad I found in the desk. Because I was very rusty at translating the mostly forgotten code, I had to spell-out the incoming text, longhand like a game of ‘hangman’. As excited as I was to be finally receiving an external response, I couldn’t believe what it said. I had to check the text three times.
“What was Kramer’s first name?”
I read and re-read the bizarre, cryptic message in disbelief. Of all the things to say to my request, it was pretty damn hilarious to make a television show reference. Luckily I watched the show religiously and knew the answer.
“Cosmo”; I messaged back.
Almost immediately, the follow up message came in.
“Thank heavens! You are real! Under the circumstances we couldn’t be too careful. I was afraid it was a clever ruse by the aliens to flush us out in the open and exterminate us. The thing is, even if they’d mastered Morse code, they wouldn’t be be able to answer a random question like that. That’s why I asked. I have to protect our people. This is Major David Hubbard.”
2023.03.24 04:05 Jestofu I miss my dad
Hi, I've never posted on Reddit before. Sorry if this long. I just need to talk about this. I miss my dad.
My father, for lack of better words, was the best dad I could have asked for. He passed away suddenly last year, in February, he had barely turned 50 before he passed. I regret deeply how I talked to him before he passed. I had cussed him out for being so reckless, and how I wish he would take better care of himself.
I never got to really tell him sorry, 'cause I told him that I will talk to you tomorrow, and you better be ready to say sorry. He didn't get to tell me that cause when I went to visit him the next day, after that whole event in urgent care. He was in the ICU, something that had happened before, something that I was used to. He had an infection years ago that kept messing with his health.
He was panicking when my mom, grandmother, and I came in. I was panicking too. I don't remember why he was. I know he had sleep Apnea, I do as well. However, I had never seen him like that.
After that, I don't remember the week leading up to his death, I was worried. The doctors said he'd be ok. I wanted to believe he would, but I guess I knew he was gone already.
They never knew what really got him, maybe it was all the drinking he did, maybe his lungs finally gave out, or maybe he just couldn't take living with his health. I don't know. I was just 17, with my mom who I had never seen cry before, wailing and sobbing.
I turned 18 shortly after he passed, and now I'm going to be 19 without him.
This isn't why I wanted to make this post. I wanted to celebrate how dorky he was, and that he was such a dweeb that I loved.
My dad loved video games, he loved comics, he loves Luigi's mansion on the switch, he loved baseball, he loved football, he loved old movies. He loved me and my mom dearly. I loved him so much, and I feel awful about how I spoke to him. I feel like the worst daughter in the world, I feel like I could have been better. So, I'll put in a few stories he himself told me before he passed, and what my mom told me.
The day I was born after my mom was brave as hell without drugs pushed me into the world, I was born early, NIC baby many call it. My father who had done his best to keep my mom talking and focused, rushed out of the hospital to get a haircut. Wonder why? He didn't want his baby girl to see him so messed up, he wanted my first impression of him (even if I didn't remember) to be amazing. I can't say he wasn't wrong, cause I adored the ground he walked on.
My dad was on T shot's for the better part of my life, and I'd say when I was 15, maybe 14. We were out eating, and he noticed he had hair on his legs. He hadn't had hair on his legs in years, and in all of my glory, I responded. "Wow dad, you're finally becoming a man!!" in public. I felt I had never made him prouder.
My dad had a habit of quoting movies, he would reference some of the weirdest, oldest, or even most popular movies as a way to make you laugh. He was a lovely goofball, he even helped me start my movie collection one Christmas if I remember the one right before he had passed. He had a habit of collecting Wii u games too, I still have them, I wish to play them but I can't at the moment.
One day when I was a freshman in highschool, we were having a bad day together in the morning, and he called me a dork or a nerd, or something along those lines. It was national daughters day at the time, and he didn't know till mom told him. He was so upset with himself, even if I was used to being called those things cause it was basically a way to tell each other we cared about each other.
Those are some of the few things I can think of off the top of my head, and I feel awful I cussed him out. However, I hope, I beg and plead that he knew how much I adored him. Everyone loved him, even if he wasn't the best person at times, I loved him, he was my dad, and he was my goofball. I miss him, dearly. I miss my dad, I cry when I think of him, I'm crying now. I cry constantly for the things I wish I told him.
I don't want comfort, I just want people to know of him, to know I love him, to know I miss him. Mom misses him, his mom does, his cat dad hell, everyone misses him. It feels wrong to move on with life with him gone. I'm a college freshman without him, god I miss him.
I just hope some of the smaller stories within this post made someone laugh, I don't remember all the details for I have a shit memory, but he was a riot even in his months till he passed. I loved my dad, and I hope I can make him proud.
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My father, for lack of better words, was the best dad I could have asked for. He passed away suddenly last year, in February, he had barely turned 50 before he passed. I regret deeply how I talked to him before he passed. I had cussed him out for being so reckless, and how I wish he would take better care of himself.
I never got to really tell him sorry, 'cause I told him that I will talk to you tomorrow, and you better be ready to say sorry. He didn't get to tell me that cause when I went to visit him the next day, after that whole event in urgent care. He was in the ICU, something that had happened before, something that I was used to. He had an infection years ago that kept messing with his health.
He was panicking when my mom, grandmother, and I came in. I was panicking too. I don't remember why he was. I know he had sleep Apnea, I do as well. However, I had never seen him like that.
After that, I don't remember the week leading up to his death, I was worried. The doctors said he'd be ok. I wanted to believe he would, but I guess I knew he was gone already.
They never knew what really got him, maybe it was all the drinking he did, maybe his lungs finally gave out, or maybe he just couldn't take living with his health. I don't know. I was just 17, with my mom who I had never seen cry before, wailing and sobbing.
I turned 18 shortly after he passed, and now I'm going to be 19 without him.
This isn't why I wanted to make this post. I wanted to celebrate how dorky he was, and that he was such a dweeb that I loved.
My dad loved video games, he loved comics, he loves Luigi's mansion on the switch, he loved baseball, he loved football, he loved old movies. He loved me and my mom dearly. I loved him so much, and I feel awful about how I spoke to him. I feel like the worst daughter in the world, I feel like I could have been better. So, I'll put in a few stories he himself told me before he passed, and what my mom told me.
The day I was born after my mom was brave as hell without drugs pushed me into the world, I was born early, NIC baby many call it. My father who had done his best to keep my mom talking and focused, rushed out of the hospital to get a haircut. Wonder why? He didn't want his baby girl to see him so messed up, he wanted my first impression of him (even if I didn't remember) to be amazing. I can't say he wasn't wrong, cause I adored the ground he walked on.
My dad was on T shot's for the better part of my life, and I'd say when I was 15, maybe 14. We were out eating, and he noticed he had hair on his legs. He hadn't had hair on his legs in years, and in all of my glory, I responded. "Wow dad, you're finally becoming a man!!" in public. I felt I had never made him prouder.
My dad had a habit of quoting movies, he would reference some of the weirdest, oldest, or even most popular movies as a way to make you laugh. He was a lovely goofball, he even helped me start my movie collection one Christmas if I remember the one right before he had passed. He had a habit of collecting Wii u games too, I still have them, I wish to play them but I can't at the moment.
One day when I was a freshman in highschool, we were having a bad day together in the morning, and he called me a dork or a nerd, or something along those lines. It was national daughters day at the time, and he didn't know till mom told him. He was so upset with himself, even if I was used to being called those things cause it was basically a way to tell each other we cared about each other.
Those are some of the few things I can think of off the top of my head, and I feel awful I cussed him out. However, I hope, I beg and plead that he knew how much I adored him. Everyone loved him, even if he wasn't the best person at times, I loved him, he was my dad, and he was my goofball. I miss him, dearly. I miss my dad, I cry when I think of him, I'm crying now. I cry constantly for the things I wish I told him.
I don't want comfort, I just want people to know of him, to know I love him, to know I miss him. Mom misses him, his mom does, his cat dad hell, everyone misses him. It feels wrong to move on with life with him gone. I'm a college freshman without him, god I miss him.
I just hope some of the smaller stories within this post made someone laugh, I don't remember all the details for I have a shit memory, but he was a riot even in his months till he passed. I loved my dad, and I hope I can make him proud.
2023.03.24 03:45 BatteryKeyChain Paid pre-med shadowing program
Should I do a paid premed shadowing program? It’s $2k for 4 weeks with a Doctor of Family Medicine, who is also a Clinical Assistant Professor at a private med school. The shadowing will happen in various locations including an Urgent Care and a bunch of Psych/Mental Health Center.
This is very obviously a money grub, but I have enough social anxiety that I’m actually considering it. I’m not socially inept or anything, I just hate feeling like I’m bothering people and have trouble advocating for my own interests. In my opinion, internal med and psych sounds suboptimal and I really wanna do surgery or infectious disease but that just seems impossible. I’ve been rejected/ghosted by everyone I asked so far and I’m getting desperate.
I also really worry about LORs and this makes it seem like an easy way to secure one.
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This is very obviously a money grub, but I have enough social anxiety that I’m actually considering it. I’m not socially inept or anything, I just hate feeling like I’m bothering people and have trouble advocating for my own interests. In my opinion, internal med and psych sounds suboptimal and I really wanna do surgery or infectious disease but that just seems impossible. I’ve been rejected/ghosted by everyone I asked so far and I’m getting desperate.
I also really worry about LORs and this makes it seem like an easy way to secure one.
2023.03.24 03:45 theHuskylovee Help! Experiences with PMS returning while on T for years?
CW: talk of menstruation and blood
I'm worried that my period is returning after being on T for over 3 years. I haven't had a period since early 2020, but I am experiencing back and abdominal pain much like PMS. I went to urgent care and they think it's possible I have a kidney stone, but I am not in enough pain for that. So I was wondering if my period is returning. There is no visible blood in my urine but they did detect some via urinalysis. So, I wanted to ask if this has happened to anyone else. Keep in mind, I am not using the comments as a diagnostic tool, I just want to talk to my doctor more about this and be more informed myself first. Have any of you experienced return of your period even being on T for a long time, and if so, did it start with PMS symptoms but no visible blood?
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I'm worried that my period is returning after being on T for over 3 years. I haven't had a period since early 2020, but I am experiencing back and abdominal pain much like PMS. I went to urgent care and they think it's possible I have a kidney stone, but I am not in enough pain for that. So I was wondering if my period is returning. There is no visible blood in my urine but they did detect some via urinalysis. So, I wanted to ask if this has happened to anyone else. Keep in mind, I am not using the comments as a diagnostic tool, I just want to talk to my doctor more about this and be more informed myself first. Have any of you experienced return of your period even being on T for a long time, and if so, did it start with PMS symptoms but no visible blood?
2023.03.24 03:41 electronic_dreaming HAE noticed that it’s impossible to get any appointment at any health office?
Last year I called my insurance in September to find an appointment and the earliest appointment I could get for a regular physical, with any doctor, was the middle of December. Then they referred me to a dermatologist, who’s earliest appointment for any derm at the office is in April. Now I am super sick and my throat is killing me, my boyfriend told me to go to urgent care so I called literally all urgent care offices and either they didn’t answer the phone or they’re at their max for the night.
Im going to a derm to help with a rash I’ve had for years. For people that are seriously sick — how do they find appointments? Does anyone else feel the same way?
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Im going to a derm to help with a rash I’ve had for years. For people that are seriously sick — how do they find appointments? Does anyone else feel the same way?
2023.03.24 03:27 cassius_claymore Cheap way I got a prescription while uninsured
I've been going for over a year with no health insurance. Finally needed it when my significant other (insured) tested positive for strep throat, with all the same symptoms as me. I knew I had it, but needed a cheap way to get the antibiotics. A doctor's visit/urgent care would be about $200 out of pocket.
Did some googling and found CallOnDoc, who advertised a $40 virtual evaluation (It also looks like GoodRX has a similar service for the same price). I filled out a boilerplate medical questionnaire, uploaded a pic of my inflamed throat, and paid the $40. 30 minutes later I was approved, and an hour later I picked up some amoxicillin at the pharmacy. Didnt even have to talk to a doc.
Under $50 all in. Would've been $20-30 more to get a take home strep test if I didn't have my significant other to base my diagnosis off of.
Honestly a game changing experience for me, didn't need to leave my house and got what I needed super quickly, for super cheap.
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Did some googling and found CallOnDoc, who advertised a $40 virtual evaluation (It also looks like GoodRX has a similar service for the same price). I filled out a boilerplate medical questionnaire, uploaded a pic of my inflamed throat, and paid the $40. 30 minutes later I was approved, and an hour later I picked up some amoxicillin at the pharmacy. Didnt even have to talk to a doc.
Under $50 all in. Would've been $20-30 more to get a take home strep test if I didn't have my significant other to base my diagnosis off of.
Honestly a game changing experience for me, didn't need to leave my house and got what I needed super quickly, for super cheap.
2023.03.24 03:27 Either-Dot-6785 The Potential of the Direct Shot: Shidou the guide?
With the new reveal of Isagi's missing piece coming it lead me to thinking about the potential of the direct shot and it most certainly has the potential to become a world class weapon. I went back to look at most of Shidou’s goals and I realized just how much OP direct shot can be and it brought me back to Isagis 100% golden formula. Shidou is the blue print if Isagi wants to make the direct shot a world class weapon.
Shidou
https://preview.redd.it/jj6tkfxzhlpa1.png?width=974&format=png&auto=webp&s=e63c456142c7582e70f3309b64d01037a1f4e4c1
Notice the first thing Isagi highlights about Shidou? This was after he scored a crazy direct shot goal when he was not even looking at the goal. Basically the main stand out about Shidou is his physical prowess. Karasu was even more specific in mentioning how his body parameters focused on his ability to score infront of goal. Basically Shidou's formula goes like this Physicals x Direct shot x extreme spatial awareness = Goal. Let me make a compilation of every time Shidou has scored a goal using his direct shots: here, here, here, here(didn't score here but still stands) and finally here.
Fun fact: You should have realized it by now but all of Shidou's goals have been direct shots.
No matter the situation, he always manages to pull off a shot without the need to trap it. If someone is making physical contact he shakes them off/uses his hands to get a balance which we see Isagi use the first time here. Basically Shidou always finds a way to have a stable balance or he’s able to hit the ball from any angle and this is all due to his physical skills. Why does Isagi go to Kunigami? We know its physicals related.
100% Golden formula
Have you realized that in terms of scoring it could be said Isagi already has 2 of Shidou's attributes but simply lacks the physicals and thats what he's been working on. I dont believe he will reach Shidou's level in terms of how to use the direct shot against Ubers but he could get awfully close against PXG.
https://preview.redd.it/sc20lki0klpa1.png?width=1115&format=png&auto=webp&s=ee1e94e936cd0bd02f8e0fd9350d409f4bf38142
What triggered something in Isagi was the word 100% and Igaguri goes on to mention how he's mastered the art of getting fouls from his right side. Isagi has constantly been reminded about the weakness of his direct shots by Sae and Kaiser. Isagi decides to go to Kunigami, who as we all know is a muscle freak. Isagi basically improving his core and overall balance and strength coupled with his use of hands means he can use a direct shot without losing balance/even after losing balance he can use direct shots from different angles. After the Ubers game I expect him to realize that he's still physically not there but train to master that ideal before the PXG game. Even if this theory doesn't come true I do believe that Shidou is essentially what Isagi is going to look like when he's fully mastered his direct shot.
Other possible theories for his new shot:
Reset direct shot: He always manages to reset a ball to get himself a direct shot( will fit the 100%). Lets take when Kaiser stopped him for example. What if after trapping that ball he taps the ball to his right and hits it. Basically getting a reset even after he's trapped a ball.
Anyways the reveal should be coming soon. Let me know what you think if you care to comment.
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Shidou
https://preview.redd.it/jj6tkfxzhlpa1.png?width=974&format=png&auto=webp&s=e63c456142c7582e70f3309b64d01037a1f4e4c1
Notice the first thing Isagi highlights about Shidou? This was after he scored a crazy direct shot goal when he was not even looking at the goal. Basically the main stand out about Shidou is his physical prowess. Karasu was even more specific in mentioning how his body parameters focused on his ability to score infront of goal. Basically Shidou's formula goes like this Physicals x Direct shot x extreme spatial awareness = Goal. Let me make a compilation of every time Shidou has scored a goal using his direct shots: here, here, here, here(didn't score here but still stands) and finally here.
Fun fact: You should have realized it by now but all of Shidou's goals have been direct shots.
No matter the situation, he always manages to pull off a shot without the need to trap it. If someone is making physical contact he shakes them off/uses his hands to get a balance which we see Isagi use the first time here. Basically Shidou always finds a way to have a stable balance or he’s able to hit the ball from any angle and this is all due to his physical skills. Why does Isagi go to Kunigami? We know its physicals related.
100% Golden formula
Have you realized that in terms of scoring it could be said Isagi already has 2 of Shidou's attributes but simply lacks the physicals and thats what he's been working on. I dont believe he will reach Shidou's level in terms of how to use the direct shot against Ubers but he could get awfully close against PXG.
https://preview.redd.it/sc20lki0klpa1.png?width=1115&format=png&auto=webp&s=ee1e94e936cd0bd02f8e0fd9350d409f4bf38142
What triggered something in Isagi was the word 100% and Igaguri goes on to mention how he's mastered the art of getting fouls from his right side. Isagi has constantly been reminded about the weakness of his direct shots by Sae and Kaiser. Isagi decides to go to Kunigami, who as we all know is a muscle freak. Isagi basically improving his core and overall balance and strength coupled with his use of hands means he can use a direct shot without losing balance/even after losing balance he can use direct shots from different angles. After the Ubers game I expect him to realize that he's still physically not there but train to master that ideal before the PXG game. Even if this theory doesn't come true I do believe that Shidou is essentially what Isagi is going to look like when he's fully mastered his direct shot.
Other possible theories for his new shot:
Reset direct shot: He always manages to reset a ball to get himself a direct shot( will fit the 100%). Lets take when Kaiser stopped him for example. What if after trapping that ball he taps the ball to his right and hits it. Basically getting a reset even after he's trapped a ball.
Anyways the reveal should be coming soon. Let me know what you think if you care to comment.
2023.03.24 03:14 alyssalynnn04 Hsv2 initial outbreak ( long post)
About 2 weeks ago I had sex with my new guy and the next morning I woke up to go pee and noticed it kind of burned when I wiped and just assumed I had tore a little bit. 3 days later I had flu like symptoms and thought I caught whatever was going around, 2 days later on Sunday I woke up, went to the bathroom and wiped and it burned really bad. I took my camera and flashlight out and noticed 2 open sores on the opening of my vagina. Immediately went to urgent care. They did testing and prescribed me antibiotics to treat what they thought was either trich, gonorrhea, chlamydia. Has terrible side effects to those meds. Ended up in the er 2 days after that. They did another set of testing, pelvic exam, and blood testing. They called me later that afternoon to tell me I was hsv2 positive and prescribed me Valacyclovir hcl 1g twice daily for 10 days. I took my first dose that evening and have been taking the next doses 12 hours apart. I noticed the next day I have about 7 more smaller sores down there and 2 inside my vagina. Lots of discharge/ kind of bloody. It hurts to go to the bathroom. I feel like it’s never ending. I’ve been using baby wipes because toilet paper kept sticking and opening the sores. I still have mild flu like symptoms. Does anyone know when i will start to feel some relief. What my timeline is going to look like. Will the sores go away. Can I spread it to any other part of my body. I have my gyno appointment on April 11 ( the soonest I could get in) but my brain is going in a million directions. Lots of questions, trying to stay calm. I just want to feel okay again.
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2023.03.24 03:01 gsa1985 Jobs/Rant
So I have been working in grocery stores off and on for about 20 years, I’ve been out with an AC joint separation so far going to be two weeks, but it will be two more weeks after I go back the reevaluation on the 30th. I know a lot of us with Asperger’s are hard workers especially if it’s something we like. I’m worried when I go back I’ll get the crappy hours plus I’ve been at food lion since august, before this job I was at an urgent care and I came to a conclusion this past week. I have been out more with medical problems ranging from my back to my stomach (5 days in hospital) and now my shoulder at food lion, then I was with the medical receptionist job at urgent care I was with for almost a year. Am I pushing myself to the point where I need to take a step back? My wife is going for disability, so having her not work is necessary. Any thoughts?
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2023.03.24 02:35 deftjaguar I’m at urgent care, this is how I’m coping with the 6 hour wait (the price of free healthcare 🇨🇦)
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2023.03.24 02:20 Individual-Sea-4066 ‘Very disturbing’: What to know about the potentially deadly fungus spreading in the US
The fungus called Candida auris (or C. auris for short), was first detected in the United States in 2016, but is now spreading at an “alarming” rate, the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention warned this week.
Doctors are assuring the public that it’s not going to take over the world and kill us all, but it is something we need to be aware of.
“It’s something we’ve been tracking for probably 10 years,” said infectious disease specialist Michelle Barron.
Between 2019 and 2021, clinical cases of Candida auris tripled. The fungus has now been reported in 28 states, according to the CDC.
“The fact that it’s increasing in number and also increasing in terms of where we can find it is kind of a combination that’s very disturbing,” said Bruce Hirsch at Northwell Health in New York.
Candida auris is so concerning because it is often resistant to anti-fungal drugs, making it hard to treat infections. It can also be hard to identify with standard lab tests, making it even more difficult to treat properly and early.
“In the past we’ve seen resistance very, very occasionally, but that low level of resistance is now tripled according to the recent report,” Hirsch said.
While the fungus usually isn’t a significant threat to healthy people, the CDC said, Candida auris outbreaks are a big threat in health care settings, where the fungus can enter patients’ bloodstreams and cause severe, deadly infections.
https://thehill.com/changing-america/well-being/prevention-cures/3914936-very-disturbing-what-to-know-about-the-potentially-deadly-fungus-spreading-in-the-us/
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Doctors are assuring the public that it’s not going to take over the world and kill us all, but it is something we need to be aware of.
“It’s something we’ve been tracking for probably 10 years,” said infectious disease specialist Michelle Barron.
Between 2019 and 2021, clinical cases of Candida auris tripled. The fungus has now been reported in 28 states, according to the CDC.
“The fact that it’s increasing in number and also increasing in terms of where we can find it is kind of a combination that’s very disturbing,” said Bruce Hirsch at Northwell Health in New York.
Candida auris is so concerning because it is often resistant to anti-fungal drugs, making it hard to treat infections. It can also be hard to identify with standard lab tests, making it even more difficult to treat properly and early.
“In the past we’ve seen resistance very, very occasionally, but that low level of resistance is now tripled according to the recent report,” Hirsch said.
While the fungus usually isn’t a significant threat to healthy people, the CDC said, Candida auris outbreaks are a big threat in health care settings, where the fungus can enter patients’ bloodstreams and cause severe, deadly infections.
https://thehill.com/changing-america/well-being/prevention-cures/3914936-very-disturbing-what-to-know-about-the-potentially-deadly-fungus-spreading-in-the-us/
2023.03.24 02:19 dudedonttouchmybread I was fired while I was on injury leave ordered by my employer.
Sometime close to the end of January I sustained a back injury while at home. I contacted my employer and was not allowed to return unless I had a doctors release. I went to urgent care and was given an x ray order to try to figure out why I was in pain as well as a release to return to work in 3 days. I had to return to urgent care to request a second note due to the x ray office being closed on the weekend. The whole time I was in communication with my HR department and they seemed to have no problem. Eventually I returned to work but a couple days later I woke up with a familiar feeling of pain so I chose to call off for the day and told work I wanted to use PTO to cover my absence. I figured I would rest and be good to go the next day. I ended up still having pain but much less than the day before. It was minor pain now , more of a discomfort. Well, the manager at the dealer decided it was not okay for me to be absent because as soon as I returned the next day I was called to the office to be written up for the time I missed while on my injury leave. There was a little back and forth as I thought I was covered by my notes until it reached a point where I let them know I am still experiencing minor pain. Upon hearing this I was placed on leave until I provided a doctors release. Their suggestion was to go to urgent care and I did and got another note to return in 3 days but when I sent the note to HR, they said I was fine to return if I felt no pain before changing their mind and texting me saying they required a full doctors release from my provider to allow me to return to work. The closest doctors appointment I could get was about a week and a half away and the whole time I communicated this with HR and was told this okay and that the rest of the team would be notified of when I will be able to be seen. The whole time they asked for notes from urgent care which made no sense because the first note i sent after being put on leave did not allow for my return. I sent two urgent care letters but once i secured my appointment with my doctor I notified HR. I was not contacted by my employer for the few days that led up to my appointment(was told by my employer they will wait for me to be seen by my doctor) However after seeing my doctor and getting a full release, I found a termination letter in my email. This made no sense to me as they were constantly in contact with me and in the loop with everything going on. Their reasoning was that one of the urgent care letters I gave them said I was to return on a set day and I never did. I was told I cannot return based on my urgent care letters yet I was fired for not returning when my urgent care letter stated I should return. Not sure if that makes sense but I have all the texts regarding the incident. I feel like they just wanted any excuse to fire me. What can I do?
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