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We had bought Graco snugride infant car seat for our baby. For some reason, even with the loosest straps setting our baby hates to be in the car seat. Now he is 10.5 months and about 20 lb. Now we want to invest in front facing car seats because i think he hates in that rear facing position. Can folks recommend the most comfortable car seats you'd have used which can also be used for years to come. Thanks.

Hi all, hope you are doing well. I have a few questions about a strange situation. This is going to be a long post and I thank you for your patience.
My great grandmother is 95 years old and has been in a nursing home for two years now. She was originally in temporary rehab after a fall, but after she was discharged she fell again and is now permanently in the nursing home. The nursing home has not been inspected for two years, and has received a litany of fines and citations over the past several years. I have no control over her care-- my aging grandparents chose which nursing home to put her in. They control her medical appointments and are the only people who regularly see my great grandmother; my father refuses to set foot in the nursing home because he doesn't like it there (nobody does!). I don't see my great grandmother as much as I should; I am a college student trying to finish my undergrad degree while also holding a job, and usually the staff don't like it if I turn up without my grandparents who can confirm that I am, in fact, related to my great grandmother and there to visit her.
My grandparents are struggling in their old age and hardly know how to drive a car, let alone how to keep up with anything medical. When I ask them, or my father, how my great grandmother is doing, they lie to my face and say she's fine or I get wildly different stories from either party. It is impossible to know what condition my great grandmother is in without seeing her and speaking directly to whatever nurses or doctors are treating her (but of course my grandparents can't keep up with who these nurses and doctors are, and no one working at the nursing home will tell me anything because of HIPAA laws). My father is equally as clueless, as all of his information as to my great grandmother's condition is coming from my grandparents. My father and my grandparents do not see anything wrong with any of this and genuinely believe that my great grandmother is in good condition.
What I do know is that my great grandmother has deteriorated rapidly since being placed in this nursing home. I know that physical and cognitive deterioration are to be expected when a person is elderly, and I know that my great grandmother is approaching the end of her life, but I want her to at least be comfortable and I feel that something is very, very wrong with this nursing home. Before she was put into care, she was still ambulatory and very independent, displaying barely any cognitive deficits-- she was witty, sharp, able to carry a conversation and able to cook and look after herself. She had only recently stopped driving on her own. Now, she barely eats, has lost tons of weight, appears almost skeletal except for extreme swelling in her legs and feet (this has been a problem for a long time now and nobody has ever seemed to notice it except for me). She no longer walks on her own and spends all her time either in a wheelchair or in her bed. She does not participate in any activities around the nursing home, does not even watch TV. She is barely able to hold a conversation and no longer remembers who most people are or how old she is, and does not even look like the same person that she was 2 years ago. She cannot use the bathroom or bathe herself on her own. I do not know how often she is allowed to take a shower or bath. She is constantly coughing and choking on her own saliva, and has lost several teeth. She has had COVID once and pneumonia at least once-- I suspect she has had it twice, but because of the limited information I'm getting, I have no way of knowing for sure.
She has never had any problems with her eyesight beyond typical vision loss, nothing more than what you'd expect from an aging person. Now, all of a sudden, my father is saying that she has glaucoma. My grandparents took her to an ophthalmologist for some kind of injections that were supposed to help treat the glaucoma-- but I have never heard of injections being used to treat this. I am aware of beta blockers being administered through eyedrops and aware of several different surgical procedures for the treatment of glaucoma, but never heard of injections. She has no history of diabetes, so I know if it is really glaucoma, it's due to her age and not anything else, unless the swelling and fluid retention in her legs is a more systemic issue that is affecting her eye pressure?
Today I was told that the glaucoma is now total blindness, less than a week after the injections being administered. Maybe I'm in denial because of my attachment to my great grandmother but this does not sound like glaucoma to me, and I'm really struggling to get an accurate picture of her condition when my family members are either inept or outright lying to me.
I guess I'm just looking for input, thoughts, opinions, anything. It kills me to know that my great grandmother has lived so long on this earth and gone through so much over the course of her life only to end up suffering in a nursing home with worse living conditions than what you'd see in most prisons, and it kills me to know that I don't really know how bad things are for her because of the way my family members handle information. I desperately want to go and see her but she is almost totally deaf and, apparently, blind as well.
Is there anything I should be suggesting to my family members? Does this sound consistent with glaucoma? Should I be reporting the nursing home? Is there anything that can be done to make my great grandmother more comfortable? When do we as a family need to start looking into hospice care instead of a nursing home?
TL;DR My 95 y/o great grandmother is in a nursing home with a shady track record, my aging grandparents are the ones in charge of her care and they have no idea what's going on and either get confused and tell me inaccurate information or they just straight up lie to me, and I'm just now finding out that allegedly my great grandmother has gone blind from what they're saying is glaucoma.
Thank you for any responses and thank you for reading my post.

Please note that names have been changed for the sake of anonymity, as have also some events for the sake of simplicity and to help you understand the personalities.
Our city, once a humble town nestled in the embrace of the Andes Mountains, has undergone a remarkable transformation over the years. Evolving into a bustling capital and a prominent city within our country, it now stands as a symbol of progress and growth. Yet, beneath its surface of modernity and development, lies a hidden truth, a dark side that lurks in the shadows, concealed from the eyes of the uninitiated. It is a truth woven into the fabric of our city's history, whispered in tales of terror, and attributed to the elusive and enigmatic presence known as the "Twilight Menace." While outsiders may dismiss it as mere legend or the machinations of a criminal underworld, we, the locals, know better. We live in perpetual fear of this unseen terror that haunts our city.
And now, I find myself compelled to share this story with you, even as the memetic hazard surrounding the Twilight Menace threatens to erode my sense of reason. It is as if I am speaking to an inanimate object rather than a person, yet something within me tells me that you, a foreigner, possess the curiosity and open-mindedness necessary to understand and appreciate the fascinating and eerie history of our city.
Let me provide you with some much-needed context. The Twilight Menace is a term we have assigned to a group of nocturnal predators that have plagued our city for generations. They consist of ten distinct subspecies, each possessing its own unique characteristics and hunting techniques. Allow me to shed light on a few of them.
First among them are the Shadow Stalkers. These humanoid creatures boast pale or dark skin, sharp features, and unnaturally elongated limbs. Strikingly, they lack eyes, relying instead on their heightened sense of smell and acute hearing to track their unsuspecting prey. Like all members of the Twilight Menace, they are vaporized upon exposure to sunlight. Shadow Stalkers move with eerie silence within the shadows, patiently observing their targets for hours, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. It is worth noting that the largest known hunting party of Shadow Stalkers comprised a mere four members, prompting them to refrain from attacking when faced with a numerical advantage or disadvantage. The only known defense against them is to gather in groups of five or more, for it seems that their hunting instincts are deterred by such a formidable force.
Next, we encounter the Night Terrors, smaller and more agile than their Shadow Stalker counterparts. These creatures are adorned with fur as dark as the night itself, possessing razor-sharp jaws, claws, and piercing, luminescent eyes that aid their vision in the darkest of environs. What sets them apart is their uncanny ability to create illusions, disorienting their prey and rendering them vulnerable to capture. Similar to their brethren, they dissipate into nothingness upon exposure to sunlight. Unlike the Shadow Stalkers, however, the Night Terrors exhibit no hesitation in attacking their victims even when faced with a numerical disadvantage.
Another subspecies of the Twilight Menace is the Dread Fiends, hulking creatures draped in dark fur and bearing piercing yellow eyes that emit an otherworldly glow. They possess unmatched speed and move through the darkness with uncanny silence, often launching surprise attacks from behind. Their powerful jaws and claws allow them to mercilessly rend their victims apart, reveling in sadistic pleasure as they toy with their prey before finally delivering the fatal blow.
We must also contend with the Blood Mist Creatures, amorphous blobs of mist capable of shape-shifting at will. These entities often assume the form of a menacing, misty cloud, complete with glowing red eyes that flicker ominously. Their method of attack involves engulfing their prey in their ethereal mist, suffocating them while simultaneously absorbing their life-giving blood.
The ranks of the Twilight Menace also include the Silent Horrors, tall and gaunt figures reminiscent of the Shadow Stalkers. They possess long, spindly limbs and an eerie absence of facial features. Swift and soundless in their movements, they strike from the shadows, relying on their ability to induce paralyzing fear within their victims before delivering the final, fatal blow.
Another formidable adversary is the Dark Whispers, small and ghostly creatures resembling a swirling black mist adorned with gleaming green eyes. These elusive entities can effortlessly traverse through walls and floors, making them virtually impossible to evade. With their insidious whispers, they sow seeds of madness in the minds of their victims, driving them to the brink of insanity before ultimately sealing their fate.
The Graveyard Ghosts, skeletal apparitions with glowing red eyes, haunt the resting places of the deceased, emerging from the ground to assail unsuspecting victims. Their unique ability to phase through solid objects grants them an advantage in their pursuit of prey.
Among the Twilight Menace, we also encounter the Moon Howlers, creatures reminiscent of wolves with their black fur and hauntingly radiant blue eyes. These formidable hunters operate in packs, utilizing their sharp teeth and claws to bring down their chosen targets. Their haunting howls under the moonlight have a paralyzing effect, rendering their victims immobile with fear and vulnerability. The Moon Howlers are known to encircle their prey, amplifying the terror and panic experienced before delivering the final, fatal strike.
No discussion of the Twilight Menace would be complete without mentioning the Soul Snatchers, small and elusive creatures cloaked in shadows, their purple eyes glowing with an unholy light. Possessing an ethereal nature, they can effortlessly phase through walls and floors, rendering physical barriers futile. The Soul Snatchers are infamous for their ability to steal the very souls of their victims, leaving behind only empty shells of once vibrant beings.
Lastly, we have the Phantom Hunters, tall and ethereal figures that appear ghostlike, their piercing white eyes glowing with an otherworldly radiance. Often found in areas burdened by great tragedy or loss, these relentless hunters show no mercy to their prey. With the ability to pass through solid objects, they haunt their victims relentlessly, seizing control of their very essence before ultimately snuffing out their lives.
The abilities possessed by these entities may indeed instill terror and a sense of hopelessness. It may appear as though there is no conceivable way to counter their menace. However, there exists a method to confront and challenge them, albeit one that is only accessible to a chosen few. Fortunately, I am among the privileged individuals bestowed with this ability. My means of defense manifests in the form of a sword, an instrument of freezing cold capable of temporarily banishing these entities back to their home realm, known as the twilight lands.
You may wonder about the fate of those who lack the means to defend themselves. Do they inevitably succumb to the Twilight Menace? This is where the second part of the legend takes hold. We possess a protector, a human chosen from the multitude, tasked with wielding the fabled sword of Nott. Despite its connotation in certain languages, the sword stands as a potent tool bestowed upon the most loyal subject of the sun god, harnessing the very power of the sun itself. Any adversary unfortunate enough to cross paths with this radiant weapon is instantly consumed by its searing light, vanishing into oblivion. This chosen protector assumes the mantle of "Phantome."
The enigmatic Phantome remains veiled in mystery, an elusive figure who seemingly possesses the ability to be present in multiple locations simultaneously. They are the sole individuals granted permission to traverse the realm of the Twilight Menace, engaging in communication with these ethereal beings. Although no one has ever laid eyes upon Phantome, the blinding brilliance of the sword's collision with the enemy stands as a testament to their unwavering presence and devotion.
Let me introduce myself properly. My name is Sean van Delphi, and I'm no ordinary teenager. At just 15 years old, I have already faced more dangers and challenges than most adults. As a monster hunter, it's my job to protect the city from supernatural threats that lurk in the shadows. But that's not all there is to my life. When I'm not fighting monsters, I'm just a regular high school student. I attend New Lands, a private school located near my home. To get there, I ride my trusty electric bicycle - I mean, why waste energy on pedaling when I can conserve it for hunting down creatures of the night?
My house may be small, but it's my home. It was built when this area was still rural, but over time it has become a suburban haven, located just outside the bustling capital city. And believe me, when I say that what I'm about to tell you might sound unbelievable, I really mean it. But I need you to trust me, because what I'm about to share is the truth - and the truth can be stranger than fiction.
I live with the monsters I hunt.
My last name is not commonly found in this part of the world, with its European roots (until I experienced the supernatural firsthand, I was skeptical of the legends). My parents, a Dutch father and a Polish mother, chose this small Andean city as the place to start their new life together, and I was born shortly after their arrival. While I wish I could say more about them, my memories of my parents are few, but I do know that they loved me dearly and sacrificed everything for me. Their loss is one of the main reasons why I hunt monsters.
After my parents' death, I was left alone in the world. I spent at least a year wandering the city like a vagabond before stumbling upon my new family: a group of Phantom Hunters. They were searching for survivors of an explosion that had occurred in a nearby restaurant and, in my desperation, I was prepared to become possessed by a supernatural entity. Instead, they took me in and brought me to their home. I still don't understand why they were willing to take such a risk on a stranger, but I am eternally grateful for their kindness and generosity.
With the context out of the way, I’ll tell you my story and how it changed this city forever. It was a normal day, as normal as it can get in this city. I was at school, bored out of my mind, the teacher was giving a lecture about Figurative Language. I guess it was important to learn English but the way the teacher spoke about it just made me want to sleep. I yawned, then nudged my friend Mike to keep him awake. If I was going to be tormented by idioms, he was going to be tormented by metaphors and similes too. I glanced at the clock, it read 1:15 p.m.. Only 5 more minutes until recess, I thought, you just need to stay awake for 5 more minutes Sean. I then glanced at the schedule, I groaned, it was a monday, which meant we had English, recess and then English again. I wanted to kill myself, I wouldn’t be able to last those last 40 minutes. Time ticked by extremely slowly, I swear I nodded off at least 15 times before the bell rang, indicating that recess had started.
As I did every day, I headed to the nearest court, where all my friends were, to play volleyball. Today, however, the teacher denied us a ball, so we were left on our own trying to find what to do. I remember myself thinking Oh god, first English class and then this while I made my way to the parking lot, where there are 2 basketball courts. On the way, I passed through some young ones playing soccer. I figured I had nothing else to do so I took a seat at the edge of the field and watched the game unfold. I knew some of the people that were playing because my adoptive… foster brother was their age and up until some years ago he had been in the same school as me, that was until he decided to change to his old school. Oh, sorry I forgot, over the years, my family has adopted 2 other people, my brother (not related by blood) who is 12 years old, and my little sister (also not related by blood) who just turned 5 last week.
As I was saying, I had just taken a seat to admire the game when I was approached by 3 girls, they seemed the same age as my brother so I dismissed it as probably some of his friends coming to ask me “Oh, are you Jean’s older brother?”. I won’t disclose a lot of details about this conversation because I don’t really remember it that much, but I remember the start of the conversation because it was hilarious.
“Hi! Do you know she likes you?” the girl to the left, she was of average height, had a slightly tanned skin tone and wore glasses, greeted me cheerfully at the end of her dialogue she pointed to the one in the middle, a little bit taller than the first had a pale skin tone and a dark brown hair, the latter put a hand on the girl’s mouth only to recoil with an “EWWW”; they started bickering and wouldn’t calm down for at least five minutes.
“I’m sorry for my friends’ behavior,” The third girl interrupted, by far the tallest of them, standing just five or six inches shorter than me, even though I’m a good 5’9”, she had the appearance of a foreigner, I didn’t know many locals who were blonde with blue eyes, she spoke with a slightly off tone and when I looked at her in the eyes, I felt like my fight or flight instinct was kicking in, panic bells rang off inside my head, but not because I was talking to someone I liked, I didn’t, this feeling… I had only felt this feeling when my life was in imminent danger, like if I was being followed by a shadow stalker. “Name’s Zeph” It took me a moment to react, “Sean”. “Good to meet you” she said, and then proceeded to introduce her still bickering friends. “She’s Holly” she said as she pointed to the one in the middle, “and she is Sam” she pointed to the one on the left. The conversation that ensued in something I can’t recall, the only thing I remember is feeling weary all the time. There was this aura of calmness emanating from Zeph, it was so calm that it bothered me, like how a silent horror would attack its prey.
After the conversation, I left the soccer field and headed to the basketball court where Mike and the others were. I quickly told them what had happened, and Mike was ecstatic. “You’ve got yourself a girlfriend, Sean!” he said, with a huge grin on his face. “Shut up, Mike, I don’t even know if she likes me like that,” I replied, rolling my eyes. We started playing basketball, and I couldn’t stop thinking about Zeph. There was something strange about her, something that made me feel uneasy.
The bell rang, indicating that recess was over, and we headed back to class. I couldn’t focus on the lecture, my mind kept wandering back to Zeph. I decided to look her up on social media, and to my surprise, I found her profile easily. I scrolled through her pictures, trying to learn more about her. There were pictures of her at the beach, pictures of her with her friends, and even pictures of her playing guitar. I couldn’t shake off the feeling that there was something off about her, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.
The next day passed by slowly, and as soon as the bell rang, indicating that classes were over, I rushed home. I went straight to my room, turned on my computer, and started researching. I spent hours reading about different cultures, different religions, and different beliefs. I couldn’t figure out what was wrong with Zeph, but I knew that there was something.
Days passed, and I couldn’t get Zeph out of my head. I tried talking to her, but every time I did, I felt the same uneasiness that I felt the first time we talked. I decided to talk to my parents about her, but they didn’t seem to know anything about her. I tried talking to my friends, but they just laughed at me, thinking it was some sort of lame excuse to try to throw them off of bothering me with her. Then, one day out of the blue, the group of three decided that I was their perfect victim to their bickering.
As I waited for my parents to come and pick me up from school, I couldn't shake off the uneasy feeling that crept up on me. My bicycle had been totaled in an earlier fight, and I didn't feel comfortable walking, especially in the areas where darkness lingered, tempting unsuspecting victims into traps. Ignoring the ominous atmosphere, I tried to focus on something else, anything else.
"Hey!" Suddenly, I felt someone grab my arm, sending shivers down my spine. Sensitivity to touch was a part of my condition, and physical contact with others often made me feel claustrophobic. I turned to see who had grabbed me and found myself face to face with Holly. The proximity made me jump, and I knew I had to keep my guard up in case of a fight.
As I tried to compose myself, I felt something move behind me. I tried to turn around, but when I did, there was nothing there. Dread filled me, and I debated whether to draw my sword or not. In the end, I decided against it.
I turned my attention back to Holly, only to be met by Zeph, who appeared out of nowhere and scared me out of my wits. The uneasy feeling in my gut grew stronger, and I couldn't help but wonder what kind of trouble I had gotten myself into.
Out of the shadows emerged Sam, whom I hadn't noticed before. My gut feeling intensified as I looked around, trying to find a way to escape. I was trapped, backed against a tree and surrounded by a group of wild 12-year-olds.
"How are you doing?" Sam grinned, her glasses reflecting the sun, hiding her eyes. I searched for a way out and saw Holly standing arrogantly in front of me, while Zeph was on my right. As soon as I met Zeph's gaze, I expected to feel a sense of dread, but instead, I felt nothing.
“Hey, don’t be rude. Sam asked you a question,” Holly said, stepping closer to me. I could feel her breath on my face.
“I’m fine,” I managed to say, trying to keep my voice steady. “Just waiting for my parents.”
“Oh, we know,” Zeph said, stepping closer to me as well. “We just wanted to chat. You know, get to know each other better.”
I swallowed hard, feeling like a trapped animal. “I really need to go. My parents are waiting.”
“Oh, come on,” Sam said, moving closer to me too. “We’re not going to hurt you.”
But I knew better. These kids were trouble, and I had a feeling that they were up to no good. I looked around, trying to find an escape route, but I was surrounded.
Just as I was about to panic, I heard the sound of a car pulling up. Relief washed over me as I saw my parents getting out of the car. The group of kids scattered, disappearing into the shadows like they had never been there
I quickly walked towards my parents, feeling safe now that they were there. As we drove away, I couldn't help but wonder what kind of trouble those kids would get into next. And I made a mental note to avoid them at all costs in the future.
I got into the car, my dad was there, the vehicle was dark, so his shining white eyes were so easily found. “Who are those people that were talking with you” He said, his speech a mix of natural sounds and low screeches, it was the Twilight Lang, their form of speech I had learnt through the years.
“They are some weird friends” I answered him, shuddering, then added “Thanks for saving me there, you were just on time”
I don’t know if he knew something was off or he was just suspicious of something but he looked directly at me through the rearview mirror, his pale face a mix of worry and relief.
“I’m glad to be of help, as always” We didn’t speak more during the return trip, he left me to wonder what my fate would’ve been if he hadn’t shown up just then.
As we arrived home, I went straight to my room, feeling exhausted and relieved at the same time. I lay on my bed, thinking about the events that had just occurred. I knew I had to be more careful in the future and avoid getting into situations like that.
But the nagging feeling in my gut wouldn't go away. I couldn't shake off the feeling that there was more to the encounter than what I had seen. I wondered why those kids had targeted me, and what they had wanted from me.
I went to school the next day, still feeling a bit uneasy after the encounter with the group of kids. As I walked through the halls, I caught glimpses of the girls from the day before. It was strange, but I didn't feel the same sense of dread that I had before. In fact, Zeph seemed different somehow, as if her aura of calmness had suddenly disappeared, at least for me.
As the day went on, I tried to avoid them as much as possible. I didn't want to get involved with them again, especially after what had happened the day before. However, they seemed to be everywhere, like they were purposely trying to cross paths with me.
At lunchtime, I sat alone in the cafeteria, trying to eat my sandwich in peace. But soon enough, Holly and Sam appeared at my table, uninvited.
"Hey there," Holly said, smirking at me. "Mind if we join you?"
I didn't really have a choice, so I just shrugged and nodded. They sat down across from me, and I couldn't help but feel uneasy.
"So" Holly said, looking expectantly at me. She didn't say anything more so silence reigned over our table.
"So?" I asked, eager to break the muteness in the air
Holly leaned forward, a wicked glint in her eye. "We were just wondering if you've changed your mind yet. About joining our group, I mean."
I shook my head, they hadn’t asked me anything before, but I wasn’t going to join their group even if I wanted to die. "No, I haven't changed my mind. I don't think I want to be a part of your group."
Holly's smile faded, and her expression turned cold. "Well, that's too bad. We could've had some fun together."
I tried not to let her words affect me, but I couldn't help feeling a little scared. What did she mean by "fun"? And why did they seem so fixated on me?
The rest of lunch was uncomfortable, and I couldn't wait to leave the cafeteria. As I walked down the hallway, I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around and saw Zeph walking towards me.
"Hey," she said, her voice soft and hesitant. "Can we talk?"
I was surprised by her sudden change in demeanor, but I nodded anyway. We walked to an empty classroom and sat down at a desk.
"I just wanted to apologize," Zeph said, looking down at her hands. "For what happened yesterday. We didn't mean to scare you like that."
I wasn't sure if I believed her, but I appreciated the apology nonetheless. "Thanks," I said, still feeling wary.
Zeph looked up at me, her eyes searching mine. "I know Holly and Sam can be a bit intense sometimes. But they're not all bad. We just...we have our own way of having fun, you know?"
I raised an eyebrow. "What kind of fun?"
Zeph hesitated for a moment before speaking. "It's hard to explain. We just like to do things that are a little...different. Things that other people might not understand."
I couldn't help but feel a little intrigued. "Like what?"
Zeph smiled, seeming to relax a little. "Well, for example, we like to explore abandoned buildings. Or go on night hikes in the woods. Stuff like that."
I wasn't sure how to respond. On one hand, it sounded kind of exciting. On the other hand, it also sounded kind of dangerous.
Zeph must have sensed my hesitation because she quickly added, "But of course, we only do those things when it's safe. We're not stupid or anything."
I nodded, still not completely convinced. "I don't know, it just seems kind of risky."
Zeph shrugged. "It's not for everyone, I guess. But if you ever change your mind, you're always welcome to come along."
With that, our conversation ended, and we left the classroom. As I walked away, I couldn't help but think about what she had said. Maybe there was more to these girls than I had originally thought.
Oh how correct I was.

55 years old with age / noise related moderate high frequency loss. A career of working around airplanes has taken its toll.
I’m trying my first hearing aids - I’ve been wearing them for about 10 days so far. Costco recommended Philips 9030.
I was a bit concerned when they told me there may only be marginal improvement. But with the return policy it was worth trying.
I’m amazed. The improvement in my ability to distinguish conversation is huge. I didn’t realize the extent that my hearing had become muffled.
I’m also blown away by the comfort and quality of the hearing aids themselves. After less than a week, my brain was adapted to the sensory input. I can’t feel the RITE at all. And the pairing with my iPhone is icing on the cake.
I should have done this 5 years ago.
Questions for rechargeable wearers:
Do you use a cleaner / dryer? Is it worth the investment?
I understand there are different settings for different environments. I only have one setting. Are there any additional standard settings I should ask for at my follow-up appointment? Or are they all custom?

Log 1. September 3rd, 1940. Me and my colleague have found a haunted mansion in the deep woods! This will be our base of operations from now on. While yes, the world situation now is... dreadful, I'm sure it wouldn't reach Unova. Me and old Kent Juniper have nothing to worry about! Log 2. September 5th, 1940. There are a lot of interesting pokemon in this mansion! Some sort of candle fellows. We decided to name them Litwicks. We have set up our equipment in the main hall. I am looking forward to whatever will come next! Log 3. September 8th, 1940. It appears we have discovered Litwick's evolution, and named it Lampent! I am feeling a little dizzy lately, but I'm pretty sure it's just lack of sunlight. I've been in this mansion for a week straight now, haha! Log 4. September 13th. 1940 Sunlight didn't help, I feel I may have gotten sick with a cold or something. I have forgotten about this diary completely, but my Lampent keeps me company. I feel drowzy around it... I'll go to sleep. Log 5. September 15th. 1940 I don't feel any better phyically, in fact I feel worse, but we have discovered the final evolution in the Lampent line! When exposed to a dusk stone, Lampent evolves into Chandelure! It was an appropriately spooky name for a ghost and fire type pokemon. Log 6. September 16th. 1940 Unovan men are being drafted into the war. I am writing this as me and Kent are on our way to the enlistment facility. I feel sick, but I need to serve my country... at least my Chandelure... keeps me company. Log 7. October 12th. 1940 This is terrible... I forgot what it means to know peace. This wretched month is the worst of my life. I feel incredibly ill, and can barely fight, but I hope I am not a nuisance. At least my Chandelure is right here with me. Log 8. October 30th. 1940. Kent... is no longer with us. I sent a letter on his behalf to his wife and children. I have been relegated to the infirmary due to my illness; however, I fear I may not last much longer. At least I have Chandelure to keep me compa (The writing abruptly ends.) Log... 9? October 30th, 2022. I don't know where I am, but I woke up... I'm not sure what I am? Some sort of... Chandelier. A pokemon?... why do I know that term?... I'll be heading wherever now. Who did this journal even belong to?... May forget to update this. Log 10, February 1st, 2023. Just as I said. I forgot. I found this old mansion in the woods, dunno why I decided to go here... feels right, I guess. I'll settle down here, I suppose. Log 11. May 4th, 2023. I met this Gengar guy, he seems pretty nice... I dunno, I get some sorta feeling when he laughs. When he talks. When he shares his evil plans with me. When he tells me about how he beat up a bunch of pokemon. Hm. Log 12. May 17th. 2023. Gengar asked me to be his boyfriend?! I suppose love is what I've been feeling these days, so I of course accepted. It's... nice. I like him. He's... comforting, which is unlike the stories he tells me about the other pokemon. Maybe he's just like this... with me? Log 13. May 30th. 2023 Me and Gengar moved to his region since Unova got destroyed. It's been difficult these past months. I'm figuring out who I am, who I was, I'm figuring out my feelings... But at least Gengar keeps me company.

This post is too long, but please read it. I wanna feel heard and valued. I also wanna know your thoughts about this.
I remember the advice my friend told me months ago. "Ang fubu/fwb ay para lang sa matitibay ang sikmura." She said it as a joke that time and I remember laughing at what she said because we were hella drunk. Now that I thought of it, it actually makes sense.
I've been fwb with this friend for almost a year. Last year was also the same year we met for the first time. Aksidente lang talaga ang pagiging fwb namin and it happened when I slept over his house. I was drunk that night and things just happened. It was a night filled with tension and I was the one who did the first move. I can't completely remember how, but we ended up doing the same thing once a week after that night. Every monday pa nga, to be specific. We did it without talking. I mean we forgot to set boundaries, no rules, walang terms at all. After ilang days, I found myself actually liking him and I know I was dumb for that. I didn't admit my feelings. I kept it a secret which he found out naman very soon. I kept it a secret because I thought I was just confused since it's my first time liking a guy (btw, I'm also a guy). That was the time I started researching about fwb setup. I learned a lot, but I didn't know that its aftermath could be so bad. One month later, I found that he's also doing sexual things with his best friend (who's also a guy). The night I learned about that was the night I confirmed my feelings for him. Hindi ako nakatulog because every time na pipikit ako, I see them doing the things we do. I see them kissing, I see them cuddling, I see them inappropriately touching each other and I didn't fucking like it. That time, naisip ko na rin na kailangan ko nang umalis sa situation namin na yon because I thought that he might unintentionally hurt me again. Hindi ako pwedeng magselos e. Hindi ako pwedeng magalit. All I could do was to get hurt over and over again. Two days later, I went to his place again. It was monday so something was expected to happen. I attempted telling him that I didn't like the idea na may something din sa kanila ng best friend niya, but for some fucking reason, hindi ko nagawa. We remained fwb the following months kahit every month akong nag-ooverthink sa tuwing magkikita sila ng best friend niya at magkakaroon ng sleepover together. They would sometimes check in a hotel doing I don't know what. It hurt me. It hurt me big time, pero hindi ko masabi sa kaniya because I don't want to lose him. Alam kong kapag nalaman niyang nasasaktan niya na ko, siya na ang mag-eend sa situationship namin and I don't want that to happen because he's got the company I've been longing for. He's older than me and more mature. He gives me comfort. We talk a lot. We chat online every night. He's one of a kind. So sa kabila ng sakit, tinuloy ko pa rin kung ano ang meron kami. I only admitted my feelings the day before New Year because he told me na matagal na pala niyang alam. I thought that day's gonna end everything, pero hindi pa pala. He gave me options. Whether we cut ties off and forget things happened between us or continue being in the situation. I really wanted to end things that time, but thinking about the wholesome stuff we used to do, I just couldn't lose him so I chose the latter option. We still remained fwb for the following months. I even told him that my feelings for him was not that serious which was a lie, obviously. Tiniis ko yung sakit especially when he's trying to meet somebody else to fuck.
On March, I met someone. During that time, I almost lost connection with him. I've been in a talking stage with this new person. For the short time, na-realize ko na nagffade yung feelings ko for my fwb. Kapag magpopost siya that he's out with with his best friend, hindi na ako nagseselos. I thought I finally met someone na mag-aalis sakin sa hurtful situation na yon, but nagbago siya. Lumabas agad yung pagiging selosa at controlling niya so I ended things. Then one day, nagparamdam na ulit yung fwb ko. I went to his place for a quickie. It's been more than a month since something like that happened between us. After the thing, he held my hand with intimacy and said that he missed it. I almost cried that time because I thought that "Tangina, eto na naman ako." Bumalik na naman yung feelings ko sa kaniya na sinubukan kong alisin one month ago. For almost two months, he was very into me. I also told him about how I tried to detach from him, hence my failed landian with someone else. His best friend is in the US for months now btw so hindi sila nagkikita. Akala ko wala na akong rason para magselos pero the last two weeks, I felt like he's avoiding interactions with me. Hindi na niya ako chinachat sa gabi at iniignore na niya yung snaps ko sa snapchat. Then, kahapon, he went to Manila to play sport with his friends. Nagkausap kami for a short moment and he told me na nakauwi na siya from Manila pero 20 minutes later, nalaman kong nasa Manila pa pala siya. It makes me overthink because I don't get the point of him lying so I have this gut that he's fucking somebody else there kasi naka-check in (?) siya sa isang hotel. Knowing how practical he is, alam kong hindi siya magchcheck in sa hotel mag-isa kasi mas pipiliin niyang gumastos nang mas maliit sa pamasahe pauwi. For that reason, I know he's hiding something.
Mamaya, I'm planning to talk to him so that we could settle things. By settle things, I mean to end whatever the fuck is happening between us because I can't take the pain anymore. Hindi ko nga lang alam kung paano ko i-aapproach sa kaniya. I actually want him to see this post of mine para hindi ko na directly sabihin.
So totoo nga na ang fwb relationship ay para lang sa mga may matitibay na sikmura. Yung mga walang attachment issues at yung mga hindi madaling ma-fall. Hindi ko alam mung paano ko kinayang tumagal ng halos isang taon sa ganito, pero I'm not recommending this kind of relationship to anybody. Guard your hearts, guys.

Hi all! The name is Tulsa and the game is roleplaying… that was cringey I know, but just ignore it okay? Okay. Anyways, I’m on the hunt for some new partners (not replacing anyone of course) that are interested in angsty, romantic and, of course, dramatic plots. In said plots I’d prefer to play the F in M/F pairings, it’s just what I’m most comfortable with : ). Aside from that though, I am 24 which means all of my partners NEED to be 18+, there is no wiggle room on this. Please don't lie and say you're of age if you're not, it's dangerous.
We can discuss rules, limits and triggers privately if we decide to move forward, however there is one rule I’ll let you know of now since it puts some people off. I don’t double. I will gladly play multiple side characters, however I will not do one pairing in exchange for another (you playing my love interest and us doing a separate plot where I play yours). I find it hard to focus and they never end up fair in my experience. I hope that makes sense lol.
Right now I’m specifically on the hunt for three fandoms/pairings: Criminal Minds, Stranger Things & Teen Wolf.
In CM I’d be looking for someone to play Spencer Reid opposite of my character, Olivia Chandler. Olivia is a Gale Weathers type if you know Scream at all, but FAR less of a bitch. I think there’s a lot of longevity for this pair as Olivia is afraid of commitment whereas I see Spencer just hesitant when it comes to romance at all, especially if we set this after Maeve. There’s a lot to her backstory that I think could make for an interesting twist a little further along, but we could do different cases and such and it would be fun! As all of my characters do, Olivia has her own backstory written up and available upon request.
While I haven’t watched S4 of ST yet (atp I’m just waiting for S5 to rewatch all of it lol), I know most of what happens, but this plot would take place more of s2-s3 and maybe in an AU space s4. I’d be playing an original character, Nancy and Mike’s troubled cousin from New York, and would want to pair her alongside Billy Hargrove. I think they’re ‘fuck this small town’ attitudes would work well along with other things.
As for Teen Wolf, I’d love for someone to play Derek Hale against my canon-divergent version of Paige Krasikeva. For those who don’t remember, Paige was teenage Derek’s girlfriend who was scratched by an alpha and Derek had to kill himself. In my version, Derek thinks he killed her but Peter brought her back to life and sent her off with her parents who moved. Now she’s back in season 3A as an adult music teacher at the high school with no memories of Derek or werewolves.
If any of this sounds interesting, let me know or add me on discord toxicdeliquency#7795

My husband is extremely ADHD, to start. This comes with its challenges in our relationship. I have been gushing over the new little mermaid movie, and how I want to take our 3 year old daughter to see it. This would be her first time to a movie theatre. I had talked with friends about going as a group last week. But, after thinking on it more - I told my husband that I felt that might be overwhelming for our girl in particular, and I wanted to have this special 1st time experience with her. He took our older son to his first movie in the past just the two of them. He has gotten to do a lot of the fun things, while I maintain the mundane things and act as a moral compass in raising our children. Don’t get me wrong though, he is an amazing dad. But I am having to reel him in a lot. He calls me a helicopter mom, but also sometimes insults me for not being more involved. Idk. I don’t understand. I feel like I’m a great mom. Anyways, we moved out of our house 9 months ago and are doing RV life at a resort on the beach right now. We love it and we are able to save more cash for our future. We have met a lot of new people. There are a lot of good families with kids our kids ages. One family seems very nice but I have only spoken to them in passing, maybe 5 or fewer times. Acquaintances at MOST. Their daughter is 4 and is very sweet. She plays with my daughter sometimes but we never hang out with the parents. Our daughters play outside together and I am the one monitoring them most of the time. The parents stay inside their trailer. There are usually about 5 kids from different families playing outside at a time but I have only gotten to know two sets of parents. Still, in the 5 months I have known these people , I have only gotten to know one of the moms on a level that I would trust her to watch my kids. Don’t get me wrong, these are seemingly ok people, but I am not taking chances with my kids with people I barely know.
Today, I am at my parents house with my son and my husband is at home in the RV with our daughter. He calls me and says that the neighbors (the barely acquaintances) came to say they are taking their daughter and another girl from the park to see the little mermaid. They want to include my daughter. My husband agrees, puts her car seat in the back of their truck, and they leave. Then he calls me.
Not only do I feel robbed of the first movie experience with my 3 year old but I also don’t know these people well enough in my comfort zone to send my daughter away in their vehicle yet. My husband also just forgot about my gushing to see this movie with my princess for the last month. But my husband does stuff like this all the time. He always seems to forgot what is important to me as a mom then says I’m too sensitive, but god forbid it goes the other way around. I’m exhausted. Am I being crazy?

Hi all! The name is Tulsa and the game is roleplaying… that was cringey I know, but just ignore it okay? Okay. Anyways, I’m on the hunt for some new partners (not replacing anyone of course) that are interested in angsty, romantic and, of course, dramatic plots. In said plots I’d prefer to play the F in M/F pairings, it’s just what I’m most comfortable with : ). Aside from that though, I am 24 which means all of my partners NEED to be 18+, there is no wiggle room on this. Please don't lie and say you're of age if you're not, it's dangerous.
We can discuss rules, limits and triggers privately if we decide to move forward, however there is one rule I’ll let you know of now since it puts some people off. I don’t double. I will gladly play multiple side characters, however I will not do one pairing in exchange for another (you playing my love interest and us doing a separate plot where I play yours). I find it hard to focus and they never end up fair in my experience. I hope that makes sense lol.
Right now I’m specifically on the hunt for three fandoms/pairings: Criminal Minds, Stranger Things & Teen Wolf.
In CM I’d be looking for someone to play Spencer Reid opposite of my character, Olivia Chandler. Olivia is a Gale Weathers type if you know Scream at all, but FAR less of a bitch. I think there’s a lot of longevity for this pair as Olivia is afraid of commitment whereas I see Spencer just hesitant when it comes to romance at all, especially if we set this after Maeve. There’s a lot to her backstory that I think could make for an interesting twist a little further along, but we could do different cases and such and it would be fun! As all of my characters do, Olivia has her own backstory written up and available upon request.
While I haven’t watched S4 of ST yet (atp I’m just waiting for S5 to rewatch all of it lol), I know most of what happens, but this plot would take place more of s2-s3 and maybe in an AU space s4. I’d be playing an original character, Nancy and Mike’s troubled cousin from New York, and would want to pair her alongside Billy Hargrove. I think they’re ‘fuck this small town’ attitudes would work well along with other things.
As for Teen Wolf, I’d love for someone to play Derek Hale against my canon-divergent version of Paige Krasikeva. For those who don’t remember, Paige was teenage Derek’s girlfriend who was scratched by an alpha and Derek had to kill himself. In my version, Derek thinks he killed her but Peter brought her back to life and sent her off with her parents who moved. Now she’s back in season 3A as an adult music teacher at the high school with no memories of Derek or werewolves.
If any of this sounds interesting, let me know or add me on discord toxicdeliquency#7795

I just received some suggested resume edits from my career counselor - some of them were helpful, but they are insisting that BigLaw is really strict on headers and that I should include my full address, both at school and permanent (I am from a different state). Does anyone have any suggestions or experience with how valid this advice is? I really don’t feel comfortable including my full address on a resume, especially my school one because a) I will be moving out in August and b) I rent out part of a home and I don’t think the family I am renting from would want their address distributed to a bunch of random law firms. I am not set on doing BigLaw, I am just at the top of my class and want to keep my opportunities open. Any guidance would be appreciated!