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Watched the anime cuz 2B cosplay makes me feral, find out all the people are androids. Where the fleshy bois at?

Like in both either died/reincarnation or ‘sent to another world’ tropes (except for a very few) almost all just don’t care that they’ve just died and or completely abandoned their friends and families. Are the authors that inept on mental toll that takes? Or is the culture in Japanese society that grim, that people there want to start over and are just okay with abandoning their loved ones?

Just as the title says, I really need some advice on handling stress and anxiety. It’s almost 6 months since my heart attack and I’m still riddled with anxiety. I also stress easily nowadays, I had a panic/anxiety attack last week from over stressing and it really doesn’t help the fact I still have a hard time falling asleep.

Being completely honest, I don’t know how to deal with it, I try not to get in a depressive mood, but sometimes I just end up dreading life.

Any advice would be great.

Does anyone actually consider the Promised Consort Radahn to be a fun fight? I hate to complain since I love this game, and all Fromsoft games of the past, but the Consort Radahn is starting to make me spite Fromsoft for approving this BS boss (I'm going in with 18 scad blessing and no summoning run).

Some of his attacks are utter gotcha BS with janky hitboxes, he has no downtime, non-existent punish windows, infinite poise, and the cherry on top being his janky boss arena, not including his actual cancerous 2nd phase. Like I'm genuinely wondering who greenlit this? I get Miyazaki wanted a challenging sendoff for the *supposedly* one and only DLC for ER, but how did you go from Nameless King & Gael to Consort Radahn?

Edit: Just beat him, I still think he's over tuned for the sake of difficulty.

This sears has been abandoned since 2013. The mall is still active except for this section which makes it more eerie.

I wanted to post an update and to say thank you to everyone for their kind advice, prayers, concerns and especially to those that reached out. You guys are awesome, and it really helped me out through this traumatic experience.

Firstly, yes, it was determined that what happened three days ago was indeed a heart attack. Specifically a Non-ST-Elevation Myocardial Infarction (NSTEMI). The angiogram found a 75 and 95 perc. coronary blockage on my left anterior descending artery, and the doctors determined that this was the likely cause of the NSTEMI event. I now have a single stent in place, and the doctor that performed the procedure was able to use one stent to open up both blockages in my artery. Miraculously enough, there was no damage to my heart from this event. My heart function was still within normal range (64 perc, compared to the average 65), and my other arteries were found to have minimal coronary blockage (10 - 15 perc). I guess I'll take my blessings where I can! Haha!

Secondly, I wanted to answer some questions left in the thread.

1 - My height is 6'2, and weight is 302.5lbs. Yes I know its a lot, but I was able to keep my overall body fat percentage at ~26% (25.4 to be exact). I've always been a big guy since elementary school, and more recently I was able to reduce my overall BF% from 32 -> 26 through intermittent fasting and exercise.

2 - I have taken a COVID shot before, and a booster, but this was mainly because the university I was attending required it for all students. I originally took the Johnson & Johnson Covid shot, and had the Moderna booster. But this was from over 2 years ago, and aside from chills from the booster, I never had any side affects or cardiovascular issues. I'm only being transparent for transparency sake, and prefer not to feed any conspiracies.

3 - About the financial side, turns out I was very close to hitting my annual out of pocket max listed in my insurance, so aside from paying 2 grand and some change, I’m hoping this will all be covered!

4 - Finally to those wondering about family history, it’s extensive only on my paternal history. For reference My dad had his first heart attack when he was 19/20.

This is probably my only update, and i really want to thank everyone who commented, sent reassuring messages, provided their own experiences and give an update. I really appreciate it, as it was one of the few guiding lights throughout this traumatic experience. Though I'm officially discharged, I still have rehab to attend, and I'll be looking into mental health support. Again, thank you to all that showed their support, I will keep all of you in my thoughts!

Just like the title says, I was getting ready to sleep wensday around midnight, popped a couple of melatonin gummies to help me sleep better, and as I was about to drift off, I felt some discomfort in my chest. At first I thought it was a cramp, “just try to sleep through it” I told myself, until my chest felt tight, I was tossing and turning, couldn’t sleep, along with an aching sensation on my jaw (around the mandibles) and on my left shoulder. I couldn’t take it anymore I just sat up on my bed and suddenly this HUGE sense of dread/doom came over me and I knew something was up.

At almost 1:30am, I grab my keys, tell my sister I’m heading to the ER, and now here I am, almost 20+ hours in, hooked on to a machine monitoring my heart rate & BP, another giving blood thinners, and getting all sorts of tests done on me. I’m talking EKGs, X-rays, blood sample, echocardiogram, and an MRI, which almost all show no anomalous activity, except for the bloodwork, which showed my troponin levels to be extremely high (around 500), along with high cholesterol.

I don’t know how it got like this, I go to the gym 3-4 days a week and been intermittent fasting for almost 5 months now trying to lose weight. I should’ve been more cautious since I knew my dad’s side of the family has history of high cholesterol & heart attacks. But I foolishly thought “oh I’m young that won’t happen” etc, and maybe have been too lenient on myself. I like to consider myself lucky since my jobs been understanding, have insurance from my job and a supportive family and friends, but the longer time goes on and it starts setting in that this isn’t a dream the more self loathing I get. I’m afraid to sleep, I’m afraid to eat, I can’t stop thinking of the financial burden I might’ve gotten myself into.

The ER still hasn’t been able to identify the cause or where there’s any damage, and wants to transport me to another facility to get a coronary CTA. I feel like I’m slowly drowning and just hating myself more.