KatieB

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I have tried everything from the square root of 20, to 20i, but I am not getting the correct answer. Any ideas?

This is really long. I'm sorry and appreciate you for reading. I'm a recovering addict. I attend Narcotics Anonymous meetings regularly and I've been clean for almost 8 months now.

Here's the thing: My current boyfriend is best friends with my co-worker, let's call him Jason. My co-worker and boyfriend have been best friends since elementary school, and they just moved into an apartment together.

My co-worker is 25, boyfriend is 26. I'm 20.

I don't like the fact that my boyfriend and "Jason" are roommates. For a few months now, I've just sort of seen Jason take the steps that I'd taken to a downhill spiral. It really worries me and makes me feel uncomfortable because I don't want my boyfriend to be dragged down with him since they're best friends and roommates.

Jason goes out almost every night to bars and gets trashed. Has random girls over. He always shows up to work hungover. It bothers me because Jason is a good guy, but I just worry for him.

Apparently he's been taking Adderall lately which is sort of bothering me. He came up to me at work today and told me that he had just taken an Adderall. I guess I got offended and had to bite my tongue. I told him, "I would just watch out on that. I don't really think you should be taking someone elses' perscription."

He tells me "Well I only take it to write good papers for school," which I know isn't true because a friend told me he told her that he was on Adderral at the bar the other night. So, I told him "You know you're taking drugs right...?" He goes, "I'm not taking drugs. I hate drugs. Caffeine is a drug." and walked away.

I got really upset about it. First of all, I feel incredibly uncomfortable that my co-worker that is in the same department as me is getting messed up. And then I started to get the using temptations, telling myself that "man.. that looks really fun. I wish I could do it."

I'm not really sure how to handle this situation. I talked to another addict over the phone for support, and she told me that people forget that we're addicts. And sometimes they slip up even when they don't mean to.

The other thing I would HATE to do is tell him what he's doing wrong and tell him that he's going down my path, but I know that would probably be a bad idea to do. He wouldn't listen and would distance himself from me if he really did need my help one day.

I guess I just don't know how to talk to anyone about it. Or if I should even confront him about it. I don't want to tell the manager because I don't want to throw him under the bus. He could've thrown me under the bus when I was using on the job a year ago, but he didn't. I would feel guilty.

I guess I also have to realize that not everyone is an addict. Maybe he's just going through the college years and will stop at some point. I still worry though.

Should I talk to my boyfriend about it? Should I confront my co-worker or wait until he does it again?

Thanks so much for reading this. I'm sorry it's so long :/

A little back-history about me; I am a recovering drug addict. Almost 8 months ago I finally hit my rock bottom. I was sent to an outpatient care center, when at the time, I was prescribed Zoloft 50mg. I stayed at the outpatient intensive treatment center just long enough until I was able to get my dosage increased to 100mg of Zoloft. I was manipulative and selfish in the beginning.

Since then, I have been attending Narcotics Anonymous meetings and have been clean for almost 8 months.

The 100mg of Zoloft has worked very well for me for the past 7 months. But I guess lately, I just feel really depressed. I tried to quit smoking cigarettes and it was extremely difficult, so maybe my stress and depression was aimed towards that. However, I can't stop thinking that maybe it's my medication.

I've been starting to notice myself lately. I'm extremely mellow for the most part now, which is what I wanted when I became clean, but now I just feel like I can't enjoy things to the fullest extent. I can't experience emotions the way that I used to.

I'm constantly forgetting things or when certain things happened. I can't remember things very well, and when I tell a story I have to pause to remember the story. It's incredibly aggravating for me.

And sure, my mind is mellow and I feel calm, but I'll start to over-analyze situations and I can't stop thinking about them. I'll get a rush of anxiety and I'll feel terrible for the whole day. Lately I've just been getting terrible mood swings, and I feel as though I'm hurting others by my mood swings :/

I've lost interest in my meetings lately. I guess I just kind of feel depressed.

I'm not sure if this medication is exactly where I'm supposed to be. I'm not sure if I'm undermedicated or overmedicated. I'm just really confused.

If anyone has any experience or advice, I would surely appreciate it.

Thank you for your time!

Katie

So, I've been dating a guy for about 5 months and we've been official for about 2 months. I'm twenty years old and he's 26.

He's the type of person who's really quiet and kind of "to himself" to everyone.

For two years I was with a guy who was incredibly controlling and abusive. I got into drugs. 7 months ago, my ex stole my car and in the morning, I woke up to a totaled car. He didn't get charged because the police made a deal with him; rat out a drug dealer, and they'll let him go. I started to attend Narcotics Anonymous meetings and to this day, I'm a little over 7 months clean and sober. I'm just not really used to a stable relationship with someone, but it's different with my new relationship; it's a normal relationship. No abuse. No drugs.

My current boyfriend doesn't drink a lot. There was one incident where he didn't let me know he went out to drink, and I guess he tried to hide it from me to not hurt my feelings because I'm in the NA program. Honestly, I'm okay with him drinking; it doesn't bother me, but I just want him to let me know when he's drinking and I'll be fine. He told me he would work on it.

A couple nights ago he said he was going to go out with his buddies to the bar. I told him to have fun and I hung out with some friends in the mean time. My co-worker also went out with my boyfriend and I worked with him the next morning.

When he came in to work, I asked how his night went. He told me he probably shouldn't tell me what they did.. so I figured out they went to a strip club.

So, I got a little frustrated and decided to give him a chance to tell me. So, I texted him asking what they ended up doing last night. He told me they ended up going to The Landing, which is a popular place in St.Louis with bars everywhere.

I got more frustrated and told him "I think you should've told me you went to a strip club." He responded with "I was going to tell you in my text," which obviously wasn't going to happen. Then he gave me a half-*** apology, saying "I'm sorry. I should've told you before I went to the strip club."

By then I decided to wait a few hours to think about things and reply. I got off work, and ended up saying "You're not sorry though; just sorry that I found out and got mad. And I'm not an idiot, so please don't treat me like one by telling me you were going to tell me what happened. I understand you want to please your friends and me at the same time but I don't appreciate it. You could either tell me before and I'll get over it, or you can not tell me, have me find out, and make me mad. It's not the fact that you went to a strip club; it's the fact that you weren't honest about it and didn't let me know."

He didn't reply the rest of the night. I didn't send any more texts. Then I woke up this morning and he sent me a text that said "Are you still mad at me Katie"

I'm just confused. It just bothers me that I've told him to be honest with me before about it, but I think he wants to make me happy and his friends at the same time, so he tells us different things. I'm just not okay with it.

What's going through his mind? Does he even care at all? Does he feel bad...? Does he understand why I got mad?

Thank you for you time.

Katie

I'm so confused. I have to write a four paged paper on Artistotle's Nicomachean Ethics, EN 1.7. In book one, chapter 7, he talks about Eudaimonia, translated from the Greek definition as happiness. My professor wants me to "Explain Aristotle’s “function argument” in EN 1.7 and then explain whether you think he is right to identify the function of humans with rational activity."

I don't understand what my professor is trying to ask. I never have an issue with papers, but I just can't understand Artistotle.

I especially don't understand what he's asking when he says "rational activity."

Can someone please help me out on what exactly my professor wants me to write about? I'm flabbergasted.

I'm so confused. I have to write a four paged paper on Artistotle's Nicomachean Ethics, EN 1.7. In book one, chapter 7, he talks about Eudaimonia, translated from the Greek definition as happiness. My professor wants me to "Explain Aristotle’s “function argument” in EN 1.7 and then explain whether you think he is right to identify the function of humans with rational activity."

I don't understand what my professor is trying to ask. I never have an issue with papers, but I just can't understand Artistotle.

Can someone please help me out on what exactly my professor wants me to write about? I'm flabbergasted.

It's stuck out on my back ever since I could remember. I'm afraid to go to public pools because people always point it out and I don't want them to think of me as some sort of elephant man.

Is there some sort of surgery I can receive for this? Serious answers only please. This is really embarrassing to talk about.

WENT TO THIS PIZZA PLACE AND FOOD WAS GOOD BUT THEN WAITER LEANED IN CLOSE 2 ME AND WHISPERED "THIS IS SEASON.........4 DEATH" AND CARVED A PENTAGRAM INTO MY PIZZA AND THEN NOBODY ELSE WOULD ACKNOWLEDGE I WAS THERE????

So I just bought the Sims 3 and Sims 3 pets on Steam.

I don't know if I'm doing it right, but I'll create a family. Then I'll move them into a house. After I get bored with them and want to create a new family, I'll hit "edit town." After I edit the town and add new houses, I hit the "switch household" option. I've realized that all of my past sims that I've created and have made homes for aren't saving at all.

What am I doing wrong?

I'm about to visit the doctor in the middle of January to get my third Depo shot.

So far I've had two shots, and I've had NO bleeding whatsoever during the 5 months that I've been on it now. But recently I've been spotting a lot. It's brown and disgusting. It just won't go away. I can't get into my gynochologist until January second, but I went to my family doctor instead. They gave me a birth control test and it turned out negative (hooray!)

Is this something I should be concerned about? I'm very worried that this is brown and it's been going on for so long.

"I've got my feet on the ground and I don't go to sleep to dream."

I want to get this tattoo'd on myself. I'm a huge fan of Fiona Apple. I just want to make sure that I know the exact meaning before I get this on my body for life.

The way that I interpret it is that since she has her feet on the ground, she's realistic about life. She doesn't sleep to dream; she sleeps because she knows that she has to. There's no dreaming about it, because her dreams mean nothing to her. It's her perseverance that she aims for.

Your thoughts?

Thanks

I suffered a horrible relationship for over two years; there was mental abuse, drugs involved, and many more different things that are difficult to talk about. My ex got drunk, stole my car keys, and in the morning I woke up to a totaled car. I got clean/sober the day of the accident; now, I can proudly say that I am 4 months clean today.

As stupid as I was, I tried to give my ex another chance. Of course though, he blew it. I found out that he started to sell drugs again. I cut ties completely.

I've been talking to a really nice man lately. He's successful, has a great job, a nice car, no family complications, and basically spoils me. I'm not used to this kind of things, since I was the one who bought everything for my ex and did everything for him. I feel guilty, so whenever I can, I try to pay for our meals or give him gas money.

I am also car-less now, which is another issue I have to deal with. I don't like the fact that I have to be dependent on him for a ride, because it makes me feel as though I'm bothersome. I always offer gas money to him, but he's only taken it once. I just know that I would always get angry whenever I had to pick my ex up all the time.

I have a lot of baggage. I'm not proud of things that I've done in the past, and I don't want to show others that side of me. I'm really afraid to open up to anyone about these things, except my support group in Narcotics Anonymous. I don't want my baggage to keep me from having fun in life, but unfortunately, it is holding me back from those things.

I know that this man will treat me right, but I feel as though I don't deserve it. I have too many issues for him to deal with. I just want to be the best person that I try to be, but I feel like this baggage is holding me back and making people judge me. I feel like he can get better than me, so I don't understand why he's even talking to me if I've been through all of these things.

I'm so afraid right now, and I wish it would all just go away. I'm sick of the pain.

I wish I was bulletproof.

Lately the pain has just been so much. I'm not in the right mindset right now. I just want to get messed up and forget about all of these things like I used to do.

I'm a recovering addict. I attend Narcotics Anonymous meetings regularly, and I've come close to four months. My "rock bottom" was when my ex stole my keys while I was messed up and totaled my car when he was trashed.

Being my stupid self and trying to see the good in everyone, I tried to give him another chance. I justified "well, I've been there before where I've blacked out when drinking," but I knew in my gut I made a wrong decision.

Things were going well for awhile with us for at least the couple months. Then lately, I found out a lot of things. He got kicked out of his Oxford house. He lied to me and told me he was staying somewhere else, and when I asked the other guy, he said he never lived with him. He's been showing signs of addict behavior, mooching off of my cigarettes, and has been randomly showing up at my apartment. Then, I found out from a friend that he was selling dope again.

I cut ties completely with him. Then I received an email a couple days later including a suicide letter. I knew this was utter manipulation as a final cry to win me back, but I couldn't help but worry for him at the same time. I found out a couple days afterwards that he did try to kill himself. I was talking to a mutual friend on the phone. My ex was with the friend and wanted to talk to me. I said no and hung up the phone.

I'm so sick of this. I was with him for 2 years. I thought that maybe a relationship with both of us clean would make things better, but they didn't. He would still lie to me, and I just don't understand why. I did everything for him; I was nice and generous.

I just want to get high right now. I've been feeling like this for the past week. Nobody answers their phone to talk. And even when I talk about it, those feelings don't ever go away. I know that I shouldn't risk my clean-time over him or anyone else, but I'm so betrayed right now that I just couldn't care less; I want to keep my clean time, but at the same time I just want to get messed up and feel better. Yes, the high will wear off and I'll still be facing the same problems, but as I justify it, why not just think about it later?

I know I should feel this pain, but I just don't want to. I feel like I'm in spiraling path downhill and I feel as though I'm going to relapse.

I need any advice that I can get.

Thanks.

Serious answers only please. I'm in no mood for immature answers.

I'm really worrying right now. My brother and I both came home for the weekend, and he left the door open accidentally.

It's only been an hour or two since it's happened, but I can't stop thinking about him. I searched the whole neighborhood desperately calling his name out and trying to look for him, but unfortunately it's pitch black outside and the temperature is a little under 30 degrees.

I'm worried. Extremely worried. I can't find him anywhere. He's incredibly timid; he only shows himself around my family and I, and if anyone else comes near or even rings our doorbell, he'll dart into another room.

I left some food out by our garage door where he left. He's been here for 7 years, so I figure that he would manage to figure out which house is ours. I'm just worried because he's declawed and has no way of defending himself. There's a woods in our back yard that ranges for over a mile and there are coyotes sometimes, but also a lot of deer almost every evening.

What are the odds that he'll show up? Please give me any other information to make sure he returns safely if you can.

I miss my cat :(

I'm really worrying right now. My brother and I both came home for the weekend, and he left the door open accidentally.

It's only been an hour or two since it's happened, but I can't stop thinking about him. I searched the whole neighborhood desperately calling his name out and trying to look for him, but unfortunately it's

pitch black outside and the temperature is a little under 30 degrees.

I'm worried. Extremely worried. I can't find him anywhere. He's incredibly timid; he only shows himself around my family and I, and if anyone else comes near or even rings our doorbell, he'll dart into another room.

I left some food out by our garage door where he left. He's been here for 7 years, so I figure that he would manage to figure out which house is ours. I'm just worried because he's declawed and has no way of defending himself. There's a woods in our back yard that ranges for over a mile and there are coyotes sometimes, but also a lot of deer almost every evening.

What are the odds that he'll show up? Please give me any other information to make sure he returns safely if you can.

I miss my cat :(

I have one cat that I rescued from an abusive family a few months ago. Since then, she has been staying at my parent's house with their other two cats. Her name is Kitty; she's the most loving cat I think I've ever had.

We took her to the vet to get her declawed (not my choice, but since the other two household cats are declawed, parents felt it needed to be fair). After they declawed her, the vet found that she had had a tapeworm in her stomach for quite some time, explaining why she ate excessively all the time. They put a rub-in medicine on the back of her head/neck. However, we kept noticing that she kept having the same issues. Afterwards, we took her back to the vet. They gave us two pills that we would put in her food for about 10 days or so; one of them was twice a day. We saw improvements after a while, but now, we're still seeing the soft poop with blood.

Another thing that I've noticed is that her poop just smells TERRIBLE. I literally start gagging whenever I have to clean up her mess; I don't understand how it can smell so bad. We give the cats all the same food. It's Purina.

The other cat that I'm concerned about is named PJ. Ever since we got him, he has always cried before he uses the litterbox. He also doesn't turn the right way in the litter box, so we always have the clean the poop that came out of the box. If we turn him around when he's pooping though, he always seems to do it just fine.

We have just noticed PJ having soft poop with blood as well. I'm not sure if he caught something from Kitty, but I'm really concerned for both of them. I figured PJ probably has constipation issues, so I need to take him to the vet. We tested Kitty for feline leukemia because she used to be an outside cat, but it showed up negative.

What are your thoughts?

Thank you!

Katie

The title kind of explains it all.

I used to be a drug-addict. So far, I've been going to Narcotics Anonymous, and I've got 60 days clean on Sunday.

What made me say "I'm done," was a couple months ago when, after doing an amount of drugs and drinking, I passed out one night at a party. I woke up the next morning to find that someone had stolen my car, stolen my money from my debit card, and everyone said my ex was drunk and totaled the car. I went downstairs to see that my car was just completely smashed in the front. The whole day, I was literally in shock and couldn't stop crying uncontrollably.

I began to think that the world was hopeless; I didn't care if I died today, that moment, or tomorrow. I began to think that I was running into bad luck everywhere; I became suicidal.

I was on Zoloft 50mg at the time, but I could never feel the effects of it. It was like taking a tic tac. I then got sent to an Intense Suicide Outpatient Care program in St.Louis. From there, the psychiatrist upped my dosage to 100mg of Zoloft.

The 100mg of Zoloft worked great in the beginning, but I've realized that my experience with anti-depressants is that my body feels calm and relaxed, but those depressing thoughts are still there. It's sort of like I can't concentrate, and my mind is just so cloudy that I can't really think straight. To describe it, I sort of feel like I'm in a dream-like state, and I actually have to tell myself that I'm in reality and I'm actually in my apartment, or at work, or attending an NA meeting. I guess my mind just thinks that I'm just not actually here. If that makes sense.. I can explain differently if anyone's confused.

I know that the medication is working, and I know that without it, I would be a wreck. I was on Lexapro 20mg last year, and I complained to my doctor that it wasn't working. She took me off of the medicine, and I became extremely depressed. What I did realize though was that my mind WAS in reality when I was off of the medication; I could think straight, I could actually realize that I was here in this moment doing something.

I don't think it's over-medication at all. I've talked to a couple other recovering addicts about this, and they say that they understand exactly what I'm talking about from their experiences with anti-depressants.

I think because I'm suffering from post-acute withdrawal syndrome as well, this may sort of be affecting it?

Can anyone share their experiences and how they coped with it?

Thank you.

Basically, an old neighbor of mine told me "She's yours now." I didn't have anywhere else to put her, so I had to end up getting her spayed and brought her to my parents house where we have two male cats.

This new cat is a female, she is a short-haired Calico. I've heard that Calico's sort of have an attitude of their own. Before she came to my parents house, she was an outside cat. One day I saw her, she looked like she had just given birth to kittens, and I was right. Apparently, from what I've heard from the neighbor, she's had about 7 litters of kittens, maybe even more. I'm not really sure how old she is, but she's really small. All she does is sleep all day, but whenever she's active, she's, well, pretty active.

So like I said, I ended up getting her spayed. The two male cats at my parents house are neutered and declawed. She is NOT declawed, which is making me very worried. The two male cats don't really have anyway to defend themselves.

She can stay in the same room as them, but sometimes she'll just get the urge to walk over to them and start swatting at them and hissing at them. It has really scared my other two cats... for one, whenever we introduced them to the new cat, they were very friendly to her. They don't attack her back at all, they just run. It's gotten to the point where if the two cats are eating, as soon as she enters, they run out of the room.

I was talking to my ex about it, he claims that "that's just how she plays. She's crazy." I mean, she'll playfully claw at me and bite me, but I know she doesn't mean any harm.

Her name is Kitty. When we lived in the old neighborhood, the cat used to follow us around for miles. I tried to use different names with her, but I guess she only responds to Kitty.

I'm not sure if she gets jealous of the other cats that I'm giving them attention as well.? She'll go wherever I am in the house. She'll lay down with me at night, which I guess kind of bugs the other cats since they used to sleep with me at night.

Is there anything I can do at this point? I try holding the back of her neck, because I know that's what mother cats do to their kittens, and I look her in the face and say "No."

Ugh. I just don't know. I feel really bad for the other cats. She's a sweet cat, but she's just not getting along with them. She's also indoors now as well, and she doesn't seem to have a problem with it. She never asks to go outside.

Any helpful hints would be greatly appreciated.

Thank you for your time,

Katie

I've been through a lot in the past few weeks.

A couple weeks ago, my ex and I got drunk at a party. I went to sleep, and I guess he took my keys. In the morning when I was supposed to take my cat to the vet, I went downstairs to a totaled car.

I don't have a car anymore, I work at Wal-Mart where they're cutting my hours, I have to figure out the bus route from my school campus to work, and last, I'm on Academic probation for school.

I guess sort of in a way, these things have helped me appreciate things more. I'm a recovering drug addict. I'm 13 days clean so far, and I go to Narcotics Anonymous meetings whenever I don't work.

After everything's happened though, I've started looking at my weight. People in highschool used to know me as the "skinny girl," and since my college campus didn't have the greatest food options (the only thing healthy was a salad bar), I ended up eating Taco Bell or Pizza Hut most of the time.

Ever since the accident, I just don't want to eat. I'm 5'7 and was weighing close to 150 pounds, but every morning I go straight to the scale. Today, I was 133. Every time I look into the food cabinet at home, I see things that I used to love to eat. But at the same time, I see them as "fattening, unhealthy, I don't need to put this in my body." I don't eat fast food anymore, even though I really want to. My mind just tells me "if you start eating this food again, the weight's going to come back on."

I smoke cigarettes. I know it's not the healthiest thing, after being 13 days clean off of my old drug-habits, a cigarette just kind of gets me through the day. I've been riding my bike a lot, and exercising some of the time. If I'm at work, I find myself walking around the whole store as fast as I can, just trying to burn off calories.

I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do at this point. I haven't told anyone about this, but it's been getting bad lately. Yesterday, the only thing I had to eat were two biscuits and a few bites of rice.

At night, my stomach growls and grumbles, and I feel bad, but I just try to concentrate on going to bed. In the past, I used to get the munchies and just eat and eat and eat at night. I realized that was really bad for my health.

It's like I'm a major health freak now, when in a million years I thought I wouldn't be.

Does anyone have any suggestions? I'm struggling day by day.

Thank you for your time.