The lower leg moving would be an obvious sign, but they may be watching above the knee (where the muscle is actually contracting to create that movement) for even a twitch. Even absent that, without other symptom complaints they may just not be holding much weight with that one test. If you came in complaining you recently started dropping things, tripping, or injured yourself in a fall, that would carry more weight.

How about a mandatory time management course online to integrate into your schedule as is convenient, but the nature of your job is to respond to ever changing patient needs and triage is constantly adjusting your schedule by adding visits because a coworker went on unexpected medical leave?

In a scenario like this, I don't know that there's fault to be had.

Big picture (my opinion as a 53yo) 23 is still young and it's not uncommon for people and their priorities to change as they find direction in life. Even if you remained healthy, there's other growing and changes occurring that may have eventually lead to the end of the relationship - it's the risk we take when we make ourselves vulnerable to someone.

Is it unfortunate? Yes. Sad? Absolutely. Depressing and entirely unfair? No question. But you both lost the future you were hoping to have together. Wishing you better to come.

Massage therapists hate spray tans.

Lol when it was discussed with the funeral home folks (who gave us the shovel to dig with - left it leaning against the back door of the funeral home the morning of) they just said to let them know when we were done so they could document what was left there for the records.

Yes. This happened in a very, very rural area lol.

My mom used to do arts and crafts things with gourds. When she passed there were easily over a dozen laying around the house plus a giant one she had started prepping, but never finished.

She was cremated, and the plans were to bury her in the plot she already had next to my dad. State or county requirements, however, that works, allowed us to be the ones to dig the hole to actually place her urn in the ground. When the time came, her five children, their spouses and many grandchildren gathered to dig a great big hole in the ground. We ended up taking the big gourd that she had been working on and placed it in the ground, then as we filled that with dirt we placed her urn inside the gourd. In the end everyone took shovelfuls and handfuls of earth and covered her up.

I can never look at a gourd without thinking of my mom.

If anything it's more of a quality control thing.

It's the difference between "I bought frozen peas that expire in 6 months and they're all freezer burned - I want a refund!" And "the frozen peas I forgot about that expired 2 years ago are freezer burned - I want a refund!" One of them is more likely to get their money back than the other.

Also the quality of certain canned foods deteriorates after a time. Some things get mushy or the color changes weirdly that make it unappetizing, so dates can be a good reference. That said, I've been utilizing food banks for the last 25+ years. Expiration dates don't scare me, but they do inform.

I'd imagine Sprite being more refreshing rushing through my sinuses.

As a fellow American, I have nothing but love for our Canadian neighbors!

Whatever happens the next few years, I can only hope we get the opportunity to have an election and vote some adults back in, and start repairing relationships. Yes, I threw up a little with that. 😒.

Oh! Don't forget dei = people missing limbs and with dwarfism.

I wish I was making that up. Because apparently those issues make people not geniuses or something.

Depends on how shitty of a microwave it is. If it's a cheap low power microwave it might not even start popping till 3+ minutes.

Bottom line, whatever you're microwaving just stick around and pay attention. I was working at a school and overheard students talk about how much better warm chocolate chip cookies are, and one girl said she always warms them in the microwave if they're room temp. One of her classmates was intrigued and said he'd give it a try. At some point in the evening he threw a few dry ass Chips Ahoy in the microwave and set it for 5 minutes.

The smell of burnt cookies is almost as bad as burnt popcorn. At least there wasn't a fire.

When I was a child I thought my adult life would consist of avoiding quicksand, people offering me free drugs, and that at some point I would need to stop, drop, and roll.

As an adult instead I've developed the healthier fear that the earth would open up and swallow me into a crushing wet abyss. I know it's only reported to have happened to that one guy who was sleeping and his bedroom disappeared, but that it happened once is confirmation that I could be next! 🫣