I was 23. Just a young fella over there. Probably haven’t even broken a hip yet.

I went to uni right out of highschool. Became a paramedic. Has a good career but it just wasn’t what I wanted. By 25 I quit and was travelling doing odd jobs or whatever I could. Meeting people, seeing places. It wasn’t easy but I wouldn’t change it for the world. I’ve been many places, done many things, met so many interesting people and completely changed my world view from when I was 20 because of it all.

I say don’t let society tell you what is right or normal. Find your own path. Do things you find interesting and don’t make your life about your work. Now I am old and have medical issues. I’ll be 50 this year. I’m glad I lived while I had the opportunity. It’s your life make it what you want it to be not someone else’s idea of life.

Our home on stolen native land.

This post has many comments. Not one the same as mine, yet many the same as yours. Op was asking for help. I gave my knowledge, gained from experience and education that was not seen in any other comment on the post. Fuck me for offering assistance that I know from my history is an option as to this person’s problem when I could have just circle jerked.

Yea fuck me for assuming and offering a valid reason for the issue.

Us too. Inappropriate memes that make us laugh. Avoids the “can I see” from the kids.

Exhaustion after a full night’s sleep is often sleep apnea.

Get tested for sleep apnea. You’d be surprised how many of us have this and never knew. We just knew we woke up exhausted.

Here’s a hot take. Do what you want when you are young. Find a way. I spent my 20’s moving around, having shitty but fun jobs. I travelled. Saw all kinds of places and met all sorts of people. It wasn’t easy and sometimes it wasn’t fun. I found myself homeless even several times. I still wouldn’t change any of it. I found a wonderful partner and we moved together for a while before settling and having kids.

In my early 40s I was diagnosed with a really rare cancer that paralyzed me from the chest down for a year prior to surgery and left lasting disabilities following. Now in my 50’s with declining health I am so glad I lived. It means I don’t have a lot of things others have but I’ve never cared much for the Jones’ anyway. If Cancer taught me anything it’s fuck society and their expectations. Do you. Find a way. Be happy.

Fine. When you’re poor and having a hard time with food the last thing you need is a couple of hundred dollar gadget so you can cook. Healthier in an air fryer than any oven or stove top…not likely.

We are in Canada. I scratch cook everything and we grow the vast majority of our own food. Most grocery shopping is staple stuff like flour and sugar. Our grocery bill has trippled in the past 2 years and it’s still rising. Our gardens have gotten considerably bigger to make up for it.

You don’t need the gadget. You can make these things with a normal stove and oven. As someone who cooks a lot someone gave me one of these for xmas. It’s a damn convection oven. A tiny one worth way too much money. Learn to use the appliances you have and stop with the useless gadgets.

I signed a DNR when I was diagnosed with cancer. I worked as a Paramedic for a long time. I just choose personally to not go through the huge suffering if things should go bad. I had the surgery but refused the rest knowing problems for someone young having major poisons pumped into their body. I was fortunate and didn’t have to use the DNR and surgery seems to have worked well for the time being, aside from some disability.

My family was understanding but I have always been open about my beliefs and desires about major illness and DNR with them. I’d suggest a frank conversation with those you love. Expect that someone won’t understand but also know your life is yours and not anyone else’s.

Former paramedic here. There is a subsect of patient like this. It’s psychiatric. They’re admittedly terrible to deal with but they need psyche help as much as they dophysical medical help.