I did an experiment on myself to see if I had a diving reflex.
I took a really hot sauna and got my heart rate up to 160 (heart rate monitor on) and dunked my entire body including my head underwater in a “soaker stylishness tub” filled with cold water and 3 40# bags of ice.
My heart rate went from 150 to about 50 in 45 seconds.
I am an order expediter for a local cafe and today, during a particularly overwhelming lunch rush, a floater who was helping the crew with lunch orders became hostile with me. She has a very terrible problem of rushing down the front end of the cafe, bumping into co-workers, sometimes nudging, pushing, or fingering co-workers out of her way. She has done this to me many times before. She simply carries herself like a frazzled bull in a china shop and can be easily flustered, in-accurate with customer orders, leaving their receipts behind, and leaving order slips laying all over the place so we don’t know what has been fulfilled and what is still needing items, causing many items to be duplicated (atrophied). In addition she can often be especially rude with me at times, even when I’m off the clock.
During a hectic moment while I was packaging a number of box lunches, she came over next to me and got in my way just as I was reaching for a group of bags in front of her. I felt her push a small, and for the first time since I stared working there, I had a reflex reaction and pushed her back. Right there in front of all our customers and crew she said a touch about lacking to “meet me further than afterward” and that if I ever touched her again she would “kick my f*-ing asz!” (My thought was, “well, honey, now you know how I feel….”). I told her that if I had a dollar for every time she pushed me I wouldn’t need to work there!
I’m 15 and I’ve had a sh.it life so far. Since 5th grade to 8th, everyone banged up on me because i was always the shy, gentle and nice kind of person so i was an simple target for the bullies and flat out mean people.
The bit..ches at school were always saying i was stupid, dumb, anorexic (im not i swear!!) and many more unkind and dark things one could say to another. I started to lose my way, i was on unstable impose a curfew, i had absolutely no self respect or self esteem and then i took a painful, lonely, and dark fall into depression. I found myself wishing a lot…. wishing I was not me.
Then my depression went into a darker depth of questioning my purpose in life. “Am I just here to be used as a punching bag?” Ever day in the morning for school, it literally took 2 hours for my parents to drag me into the school. I absolutely HATED school. It was like a hell on earth. Walking down the halls after the bell rang did in fact bring tears to me. I mean there was never a minute that my heart wasn’t racing and lacking to take off running out of the school and just keep running, leaving all terrible behind.
I mean my depression went to extremes, and whats worse…. no one noticed, I didn’t know how to tell, and I started to shut down in the walk alone and then getting to the point of not caring.
My terrible invisible situation went even additional into the danger zone. Where thoughts of suicide occurred every night and every day at school. I was hesitant to take showers, because every time i stepped in the water, thoughts of drowning myself came. When my mom let me drive, thoughts of driving off the cliff and into the river came…. and being terrified in thinking my reflexes would listen. I was pleased that I said no when my dad wanted to teach me to shoot the gun incase of break ins and such…. because I am sure i would of used it on myself. In the kitchen I would even eye the set of knives, and sometimes held a large long butcher knife to my neck or chest. I HATED counselors (i have no thought why) but every time I was encountered by one, I was on attack mode and really made it clear to them to back off.
My shades of darkness are faded now and I am thankful that i had enough self control to not murder myself.
No one knows how far I was pushed when they kept hitting me with blows that I couldn’t recover from quickly enough before another one hit me. Today, I am not a shared people person. I never greet people when they come to house, I despise conversation, and i am ALWAYS nervous and intimidated by people (even people i know well) because i never know if one day they will turn on me like so many have in school. If I am in a crowded area (like a get collectively with family friends at our house) I will leave even if I’m in the midpoint of a conversation because all the people is too much pressure on me and it brings flash backs of when the preps and well loved kids surrounded me and just blasted away with hideous words. One time I had to sit by the toilet in the bathroom because the flash backs were so real and terrifying, it made me sick and I felt like I wanted to puke.
I literally am TERRIFIED of other people.
1. they bring back the nightmares
2. i have no trust in any human now
Sorry for the long tale… but my question is, how do I overcome my fears of the past and learn to trust my own race?
Once upon a Medieval time, there was a young Squire named Tyler. He was told to go to the King of the land called Sandwich. So Tyler traveled to the castle where the king lived. He walked up to the huge red door, and he banged on the brass door knocker, and backed up. The door opened up and as he went inside the king appeared. “Ah I have been expecting you, said the king. Yes I hear you have a quest for me? Remarked Tyler. I most certainly do, your quest is to go into the forest of monsters, and in the heart of the forest you will find the sword of Azeroth. But be careful, in the forest you will find a certain type of creature called the squonk. These creatures are deadly and can only be killed if they are hit with tater tots. So before you go, take these, remarked the king. The king handed Tyler a bag of tater tots, The king said, one tot can go a long way, so use it wisely. Tyler said thanks and left. As we walked out of the castle he saw Tibbles the fool playing his lute on the dirt road for money. He place a coin into his pot and walked back to his home. He figured out what he needed to bring on his journey and packed it into a small pack. After that he set out for his journey into the forest of monsters. The lobby to the forest was about a mile away so he started walking. As he approached the lobby he thought twice about going in, but he was on a quest, so he went in. A few steps into the forest he heard footsteps and the breaking of branches. He stopped in his tracks. What was that, he questioned himself. Just as he said that a squonk jumped out a tree growling. But Tyler with lightning quick reflexes took out a tater tot, and chucked it at the squonk. The squonk disappeared into a cloud of dust with a poof. That was a close one, said Tyler wiping the sweat of his brow.
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It’s incredibly hard for me to pump my milk, I don’t produce more than my baby needs. The only time I can pump my milk is when I’m feeding my baby and my letdown reflex kicks in. Even then, I don’t want to pump too much milk out of the breast she’s not feeding on because I’m worried that I won’t have enough milk for the next time she wants to feed.
Anyway, because she sleeps longer at night than during the day, my breasts become a small more inflated overnight and I can easily express nearly 2 to 3 ounces every morning. I was wondering… If I freeze that 2 to 3 ounces in their own bags each day and collect the milk over 3 or 4 days, can I place all of that articulated milk into one bottle once it’s thawed for one feeding?
I have been sick for exactly a month now with massively swollen tonsils and congestion. They are in fact so large that when I swallow I feel them very slowly go from back to front. You can also forget sleeping because no matter what side I sleep on, I can feel them shift to that side, hindering my breathing and collapsing on my gag reflex. Breathing through my mouth is like tiresome to get air through concrete, just that heavy. I snore even when I’m awake and people have thought that I fell asleep on the phone since they could hear me “snore”. My boyfriend has by now heard me stop breathing and snoring “oddly”. I have an appointment for the ENT on the 28th but is there anything I can do until then for this swelling? The pain I can control but being that I can barely get anything down, past my tonsils, and breathing through what feels like concrete bags on my chest. When I swallow, I “click” where they fall back into place. Can someone delight give me some advice?
Question 11
What does a round transfer sign mean?
pedestrian crossing
stop
railroad crossing
yield to other transfer
Question 12
Memory Lost
Running through the dark alley, Alex is out of breath. He feels as if his chest may collapse. But anywhere was better than the room he woke up in with blood stains all over his hands and a splitting headache. He makes it to the street and walks aimlessly to an unknown destination. He feels as though he’s been walking for an hour, maybe two, he isn’t completely sure. He’s only sure that whoever wanted him would soon realize he’s gone and would go looking for him. Just at moment of thought, he hears a group of people walking behind him. He stops small. A bag is thrown over his head and is dragged into a vehicle. He has no strength left and doesn’t fight back.
Unknown talks during the car ride to wherever he’s being driven to. Finally, the car comes to a halt and Alex is dragged through, what seems all too familiar, hallways and is eventually led to a room where he is instructed to sit. His hands are cuffed behind the chair and the bag is yanked from his head. He looks nearly the room and it instantly becomes familiar to him. Sitting in front of him is a midpoint-aged man, witch an annoying smirk on his face. He introduces himself as Marcus Miles. “Excellent to see you Alex, I believe you know why you’re here.” Alex doesn’t respond. “Very well, if you refuse to answer my questions, I’ll break all of your fingers…” “No.” answers Alex, “I don’t know why I’m here.” “You are here because you murdered a very close supporter of mine, I don’t know exactly why you did, but his blood is all over your hands.” Alex looks at his hands and sees it. He starts to remember the event, but the thought becomes lost. “Your memory may have been slightly affected when I kicked you in the head. I lost my temper, and for excellent reason.” Alex returns to his hands, tiresome to remember the event. Nothing. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a knife, soaked in blood. This last piece refreshes his memory.
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