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Doctors thought I was in end stage kidney failure today

On Monday I went to the clinic to get medication refills and a check up. I had iron deficiency a few months ago so I asked for bloodwork to check up on that. Today, Friday. I had a dermatologist appointment because i have eczema. I go sit in the waiting room and they call me into the assessment room, they do their routine: checking blood pressure, getting my weight, etc. They tell me to come back to the assessment room once im done with my appointment because my bloodwork came back abnormal. I get my dermatologist appointment done, nothing out of the ordinary and i go back to the assessment room. I assumed my iron deficiency was back so I wasn’t worried but they tell me to sit in the waiting room until a room is available for me. A little odd but okay. Eventually they place me in a clinic room and I continue waiting. The doctor comes in after 25 minutes but his demeanour was somber and tense. I still didn’t think anything of it, I assumed he just acts like that but suddenly he looks ...
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My senior coworker kept calling me at 9 PM, so I called him at 2 AM

I have a senior coworker who’s also a professor, and he has this habit of calling me after work, usually around 9 or 10 PM. Sometimes it’s actually work-related, sometimes he just wants to talk about upcoming activities. Last night, he called me again around 9 PM. I didn’t answer. He then sent me the schedule for the upcoming palaro and added, “Call me when you’re available.” Something about that message annoyed me so much that I decided to be petty. I waited until 2 AM and called him. He answered. He was absolutely pissed. He told me I was being disrespectful of other people’s time and that I had no business calling someone at 2 in the morning. I apologized and told him I understood. Meanwhile, I was trying so hard not to laugh because for once, he was the one getting an unreasonable work call. I may have won the battle, but I have a feeling I just lost next semester’s schedule. submitted by /u/hottest_chickkk [link] [comments]
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life works in weird ways sometimes

My dad had a crush on a girl back in school in Pakistan in the 90s. He liked her but was too shy to approach her. Then one day he finally decided he was going to talk to her, but before he could, one of his friends confessed to her. They started hanging out, and that was pretty much the end of my dad's chances. He was heartbroken, and in 1996 he left Pakistan to study in Germany and start a new life. In 1998, he met my mom. They eventually moved to the US in 2002, got married, and had me and my brother. Fast forward to 2023, my parents decided to separate. Me and my brother were okay with it, and life just continued. Then something completely unexpected happened. My dad was in Pakistan when he developed a heart problem and went to see a doctor. The doctor turned out to be the same girl he had a crush on in school. They recognized each other. This woman had obviously lived a whole life too. She had been married, had two kids, and eventually divorced after an abusive marriage. My da...
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My boss pays me an absurd amount of money to sweep his warehouse. He only has one strict rule about the covered mirrors.

I was drowning in debt and completely desperate for money so I started looking for overnight work to support my day job. I found a listing online for a night-shift security cleaner at an isolated antique furniture restoration warehouse located on the outskirts of town. The pay was ridiculously high and the requirements were minimal so I drove out there the next day to meet the owner for an interview. His name was Vincent and he was a wealthy antique dealer who spoke very softly and dressed in expensive tailored suits that looked completely out of place in a dusty warehouse. He walked me through the building during our interview and showed me endless rows of Victorian couches and mahogany dining tables covered in protective plastic sheeting. Vincent explained that the job was mostly just polishing the restored furniture and sweeping the concrete floors to keep the dust settling to a minimum so the antiques stayed pristine for his buyers. Then he took me down a freight elevator to the b...
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An evil energy came into my room the other night and I have never been more terrified in my entire life.

The other night I decided to take what was about 4G of shrooms. It was one of the most if not the most intense trip I have ever had in my life. But it wasn’t because of the cool visuals. It was what the shrooms allowed me to sense and feel. I was chilling with my cat after taking my dose and I was having an absolutely amazing time. I was enjoying my phone, the cool visuals on the wall etc. Everything was going how I wanted it to. But something happened around 3:45-4:30 AM. It was the single most terrifying experience that I have ever been through ever. And I don’t think what I saw was a hallucination. I’m a pretty experienced person when it comes to psychedelics but the emotion and gut instinct that I felt was all too real. I simply couldn’t mistake it for anything but reality. I was looking at my phone and watching this video was showing images of the stars and galaxies. And slowly while I was still ascending I began to see countless faces in the stars. Faces of people and things I h...
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I Died for 4 Minutes. I Came Back Wrong.

The doctors called it a miracle. My heart stopped on the operating table—four minutes, flatline—then boom, back. My wife cried. My mom flew in. Everyone hugged me like I'd been resurrected. Here's the thing though. I remember those four minutes. It wasn't black. It wasn't heaven. It was a room. Windowless. Fluorescent lights buzzing. A man in a gray suit sitting across from me at a metal table. "Congratulations," he said. "You're being reassigned." "To what?" Your body. Someone else had it. They quit." I laughed. "That's not how it works." He slid a folder across the table. Photos. Me—but not me. Same face. Same scar on my chin. But the eyes were different. Cold. Empty. "That was Marcus," he said. "He drove your body for eleven years. Good worker. But he got tired of your life. Your marriage. Your job. Your sad little routines." "Wait—" "He requested a transfer. You're the repla...
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The House at the End of the Street

There's an old house at the very end of my street. Nobody knows exactly how old it is. Some say it was already standing when their grandparents were young. The strangest thing about it isn't the house. It's what people say happened there. Every evening, without fail, the house used to come alive. Cars would arrive just before sunset. Men in expensive suits would walk through the front door carrying bottles of whiskey. Cigarette smoke would pour from the windows. Someone was always laughing. There was food everywhere. Expensive food. Loud conversations. Music. And apparently, the parties lasted all night. My grandfather once told me, "That house never slept." Then, one day, it stopped. No announcement. No goodbye. The cars stopped coming. The lights disappeared. The windows stayed dark. Decades passed. The house remained standing at the end of the street, enormous and silent, like it was waiting for someone who had forgotten to come back. Last week, I walked past ...
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