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Basically during a routine eye exam, my blood pressure was in the 230s/160s and I was admitted to the ER. Theyve gotten it lower and I'm on hospital food at the moment, but I don't even know how to adjust my cooking for my new lifestyle. Does anyone have any tips or recipes for delicious but hearthealth conscious meals? Thank you!

Edit: Holy crap. After hours of not looking at my phone, this post got way more comments than I anticipated.

Thank you everyone for your comments and help. I'm stuck here another night, so I have plenty of time to read your comments. People can be great sometimes and you all count as great. Thank you for caring. <3

Hospital food isn't crunchy.

For whatever reason, none of it has a good, satisfying crunch. The crunchiest thing they seem to have is raisin bran and that just doesn't do the trick, and after a week of being held captive by tubes and wires I was ready for food that was actually satisfying to chew.

Finally discharged, I stopped off at humungo chain grocery store for my craving: don't judge, but all I wanted was a bowl of Corn Chex and freezing, ice cold milk. Hand basket containing my crunchy treat I was rifling through the milk section looking for the coldest jug with the latest expiration date they had (yes, at most you can get milk that is only two days fresher than the jugs at the front, but I just got out of the hospital so I was feeling really picky) when she lit up my life in exactly the same way that a swarm of locusts blots out the sun.

She was wearing some kind of dark, expensive looking pants and a white, white dazzling white, over-boraxed silk blouse with draping folds th

I heard him say something about the dog attacking him first,  but I saw the little smirk on his face, and he didn't have a scratch on him.

I am a vegan closeted atheist living in a Muslim country with my Muslim family.

And I came here because I'm very sad right now.

3 hours from now, all the city, heck! all the country will be covered with blood and its scent because God needs millions of sacrifices so he can acknowledge that we really worship him.

3 hours from now, the sheep in my house (with whom I, unfortunately, bond emotionally because he doesn't like to be alone ) will be trembling inside a flake of blood and I'll be expected to lift his dead body.

I'm fucking furious and teary, I get that we should respect others' rites, but why the fuck people aren't speaking about this unnecessary annual massive slaughter that does nothing but harms the environment and bloat peoples' bellies?

And why don't I see statistical translations and studies made about all the damage "Aid Adha" does every year?

(With all respect to the Muslim vegans here.)

EDIT: he obviously, got killed and I, obviously, was obliged to carry his d

Edit: I forgot to add this, but there are a few (mild) spoilers for First Blood here if you haven't seen it, sorry if I caught you out before this edit!

I never saw First Blood when I was growing up. My only experience of the Rambo character was seeing First Blood Part II, where he singlehandedly frees a bunch of POWs in a Vietnamese camp killing scores of enemy soldiers in the process (I looked it up, apparently the body count was 75…). So, when I sat down to watch First Blood for the first time a few years ago I expected something similar: Sylvester Stallone violently murdering hordes of his enemies in the name of war and glory. Instead, what I saw was a damaged and fragile Vietnam veteran being driven to desperation by an abusive and short-sighted small-town police force. First Blood was a much more solemn and substantial story than I was expecting, with a good deal of emotional weight. The biggest surprise of all was that only one person died in the whole film, and it wa

The rabbit says,"I think I might be a type O."

I have been dating a girl for about a month. We have kissed and are now getting much more comfortable cuddling together. Its nothing more than that, but my body tends to disagree and I end up getting a semi-chub for multiple hours- which leads to extreme testicular pain.

How can I convince my body that physical closeness does not always mean sex? Do other people experience this? Does your body just get used to it? Is this just happening because it is new and exciting?

(Background info: I'm 22. This is my first real girlfriend. I've had sex before but it was an emotionless fwb scenario)

So, yesterday I finally defeated Vicar Amelia, she was a complete bitch of a fight, I died a lot but got there in the end. I was exploring afterwards and it dawned on me I didn't fight the Blood Starved Beast in Old Yharnam. So, I had my youngest son watching me play and made my way there, we both got jumped scared twice by werewolves which was amusing, then I found where the boss was, I warned my son that this is gonna be tough and "I am gonna die" (based on other players here who encountered this boss) - I walked up to the beast nervously and was greeted by the fastest and most aggressive encounter yet! I don't know what it was but something just clicked and I messed the beast up quickly, I went into super aggressive mode myself and the beast didn't stand a chance. My son was on the edge of his seat and afterwards looked at me and said "my god, that was amazing" or words to that effect, I agreed, it was my easiest boss fight yet.

Thought I'd share my experience with you all, it got