Bit confused on the switch gyro.

2021.12.05 05:16 Hakase64 Bit confused on the switch gyro.

What does roll and yaw do? And do I have to switch between the two for handheld and Dock with detached joycon?
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2021.12.05 05:16 sonorosan Biome 4 and its boss

After struggling for 3 weeks at biome 3 and trying defeating Nemesis dozens of times, I reached out the biome 4 and after only 2 rounds I killed the 4th boss at my first attempt. Maybe I’ve got super skilled of maybe the biome 4th is definitely easier. Anyway, I’m just self celebrating my progresses 😊 Now it’s time to find 3 keys. This game is awesome
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2021.12.05 05:16 guillardo V

So we met again after five years.
Five years of destroying and building ourselves over and over until self love could call our existence its home.
I brought you back to your hotel room and amongst your drunken state of jokes, you asked me something that told me of the heartbreak that imprisoned you
"Did I not deserve this version of you?"
Then I cried because you did and because you do and because you looked at me with such longing as if not an ounce of my demons had touched you.
I could only hold your hand as I held the words back as you finally cried too.
So I left that room as a coward like I once had been thinking that maybe we were meant to be...just in a different kind of story.
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2021.12.05 05:16 Cliff-Gamer New UP Road Constructed at Rs 1.6 Cr Gets Cracked After BJP MLA Slams Coconut During Inauguration - Any thoughts on this?

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2021.12.05 05:16 GigglesFor1000Alex SGP Colts/Houston. Feeling good about this. What y’all think?

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2021.12.05 05:16 Federal-Nerve-6064 Selling F1 tickets

Selling 4 F1 tickets for North Grandstand for the Sunday race
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2021.12.05 05:16 skyrimdekikoylu Rusça öğreniyorum yardım!

Selamlar rusça öğrenmeye başladım a1 bile değilim eğer elinde rusça kelime listesi olan varsa link felan yollayabilir mi? şimdiden çok teşekkür ediyorum.
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2021.12.05 05:16 bratz_jpeg i need a hug :<<

kakatapos lang ng exam ko sa isang major subj and grabe hindi ko alam pero halos lahat hinulaan ko. nagreview naman ako pero ang lala ng metal block na naranasan ko bc of stress :(( skfneksksksa hindi pa ako ready bumagsak :<< dkfnrkekssndneksksns huhuhuhu
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2021.12.05 05:16 OwnText9703 have good pictures of my mother someone would like to swap or see?

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2021.12.05 05:16 JCTheGreat_21 Create A Club Idea.

I did a create a club with Novara Calcio. U probably don’t know them but they were in Serie A about 10 yrs ago. They weren’t terrible, having beaten Inter once and overall having decent, sometimes bad results. Now they were in Serie C, but got relegated to Serie D, due to financial problems. Since they had a financial issue, the budget is 1.000.000. You start them in Serie A, the goal is to win everything in 1 season. I hope some of you would find this interesting! Oh and fun fact: Bruno Fernandes played there!
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2021.12.05 05:16 TheBeatProvider Soulful R&B Acoustic Beat. Drop a comment and Subscribe on my YouTube channel . Thank you

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2021.12.05 05:16 FranciRoosters Weird bug with Good Morning scene

Have you guys experienced this bug with the Home app? Every time my morning scene gets activated the scene tile in the Home app won’t become white. The others scene don’t have this issue. I’ve tried recreating the scene but nothing. This is weird because all of my devices under the scene turn on alright. Any fixes? Thanks for reading. 🙂
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2021.12.05 05:16 VolvoT5stage3 Footage of the Covidiots storming the market.

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2021.12.05 05:16 Audis3john Best hytrel ring for clean gmt 126710 ??

Wondering if anyone has gotten a gen to work, esslinger or those ebay ones?
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2021.12.05 05:16 dirtyharrison A handful of the bombs cleared for the construction of the Laos-China HSR line

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2021.12.05 05:16 ToddJustWorks Praise Todd Howard

Praise The Legendary Game Developer Todd Howard
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2021.12.05 05:16 Scruf1911 Electric scooter and the snow

Hey all,
friend of mine bought an used high-end electric scooter. I don't know the exact model but he said that price for the new one is about 1200€. He said that it's fully waterproof so we were riding in the rain and everything was ok. What happened is that I took it for about 5 min ride in deep snow (about 10cm). And about half an hour after I returned it stopped working. We thought battery drained because of the cold outside. During the night he charged it and in the morning it worked but stopped working again. Now he blames me that it's my fault because I rode in the snow and I need to get it repaired.
What I ask is if you really think it's my fault or there could be other factors like lot of salt on the road, we had some troubles starting it before I went to the snow and he fell from scooter multiple times since he bought it.
Thank you for your opinion. I don't have any problems paying for repair if I'm responsible for this but I want to be sure.
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2021.12.05 05:16 thrillerfan123 What artists would have your children listen to during the first couple of years of their lives?

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2021.12.05 05:16 GotRoastedSonny קטיפרי_במ

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2021.12.05 05:16 Then_Satisfaction325 Friend up north sent Me this just thinking of ways to reunite with its owner

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2021.12.05 05:16 asxtrobrian My experience with chronic illness

((WARNING: NO CENSOR TO TRIGGER WORDS, GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION OF NAUSEA!!))
[second warning: This is quite dramatic and lengthy, so if you end up reading the full thing, big thanks to you :)]
I’m 17, I’ve had emetophobia since I can remember, earliest memory being around 3-5 years old. It was really bad growing up but after being exposed in school it got better and more manageable. (Ex. I could eat at restaurants and at home finally)
I got developed a disorder called endometriosis, a very painful menstrual disorder and it affects my GI more than anything. Lucky me I guess, that nausea is my number one symptom.
It’s safe to say that it’s extreme. The first time I experienced a symptom from endometriosis was 3 years ago and started off with some mild nausea, I thought it might help to eat something so I did. That definitely didn’t help. The nausea slowly increased and eventually I went to bed hoping it would go away.
I woke up an hour later with severe nausea and immediately got my mom and went to the bathroom.
((ANOTHER TRIGGER WARNING, GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION OF NAUSEA))
I was over the toilet for a long time, near my dry heaving and so, so close to getting sick. It felt exactly like the last time I got sick. Every single sensation to the point of becoming numb from pure adrenaline and fear. At one point I asked my mom to bring me something to make me gag because I couldn’t handle it. I kept thinking “if this is it then let it happen fast, please.” But as much as my body wanted to, it never did anything make me tu*. My mom brought a cup of water with salt and I was about to drink it, but couldn’t bring myself to make it happen. I wasn’t brave enough.
I waited for maybe another excruciating 30-45 minutes and eventually went back to bed with a trash can. My mom stayed with me and I had the strangest sleep ever. It was like having a bad fever. A song I hasn’t listened to in ages repeated in my head while I was asleep AND awake, I just felt like I was sleeping in and out of reality the entire night and woke up feeling mildly nauseous the next day. Flash forward to a week later, the nausea is still there.
I went to my doctor after a month of non stop nausea and she immediately mentioned endometriosis, since I already had the symptoms of very painful periods, among other signs of endo.
2 years later, I’m still dealing with nausea but it got much, much worse. It started out as bouts of nausea here and there, maybe 3-4 days of mild nausea, one really severe one (like the first night, over the toilet, “it’s actually going to happen.” type nausea) every 3 weeks or so. 2 years later it had increased to severe, my-body-is-trying-to-tu* type nausea about 2 times a week. I’d almost tu* 2-3 times and week and the other days I spent extremely fatigued, nauseous and with other symptoms like severe pain and headaches, etc. the nausea was always and always will be my most agonizing symptom.
It was nothing like the anxiety nausea I’d experienced in the past. While that nausea is horrible and don’t wish it on anyone, ESPECIALLY the poor emetophobes who deal with it already, the nausea from my chronic illness was my greatest for of torment I’d either experienced through nausea. It’s truly a nausea I’d never experienced before, only in the moments before becoming sick, and it was something I eventually dealt with on the daily.
My mom and I did everything we possibly could to try to figure out why it was happening and to stop it. I went on 3 diets when I was 14 and lost more weight than I should’ve, treated my anxiety (since many, many people told me that was the reason for my nausea), I did every test possible on a minor and they found nothing. Nothing helped. No form of therapy, exercise or diet helped. People prayed for me and poured oil over my head and cried for the gods to heal me. nothing.
Eventually I developed enough symptoms that weren’t nauseous that had me crying on my knees at 6 am after a full night of attempting sleep but being unable due to the torment of the symptoms. I’d hit myself to try to make the pain go in other places, I would shake violently out of pain and fear. I’d hold my moms hand as she prayed hard and I kept my mouth closed as tight as I possibly could, as to not let any v* out, while the room would spin. I’d wake up the next day not knowing how to process the indescribable nausea I’d felt the night before, also knowing I had to go through that again. I didn’t know if it would be the night that it happens. And even if it was, that wouldn’t cure me, because the nausea would come back the next day, and the day after that and the day after that. It was a living hell.
I couldn’t go out with friends without having to stop speaking out of fear that I would v*, because it happened no matter who I was with or where I was. I’d have to cancel plans constantly because I was already sick or because of the fear that I would be around my friends. I skipped so much school I ended up failing most of my classes. I disappointed a lot of people. I stressed a lot of people out by being sick. I know that’s not my fault, but my illness affected those around me. I had to drop out of public and do a loosely scheduled homeschool program because I was so sick I couldn’t even work. I’d hover around bathrooms a lot.
Eventually I stopped eating as much as I used to. I’d snack a bit throughout the day and if I was lucky I could finish a real meal without nearly ving everything before I barely finished my plate. I didn’t sleep much. I’d fall asleep out of force at 8 am after spending an entire night doing my best not to let the v out. My other symptoms gradually became horrendous, to the point that I’d beg god, the universe, whatever is out there to just give me pain instead of nausea or my other symptoms. Even a few months after it began, I was already having suicidal thoughts. I wanted it to end.
Over the summertime in 2020 it got really, really bad. I was constantly sick. I slept with my mom most nights and would wake her most nights to help me because every night seemed like THE night. The night it would finally happen.
In august of 2020 it was as I described, until one night when I had the worst nausea I’ve experienced to date. I truly can’t describe it other than being one of the worst experiences of my life. It was worse than the nausea and feelings I got when I had the stomach flu. It was worse than the feeling I had RIGHT before my body made me tu* in the past. It was mental, emotional and physical torture. I truly would’ve rather experienced the worst endo pain (endometriosis is known for its excruciating pain, like labor pain) I’d ever felt than go through the SEVERE nausea I felt that day. I sat up for 5 hours in bed, my mom by my side praying hard and me squeezing her hand every time I thought it was time for me to let what my body wanted happen. When the nausea died down after 5 hours, my mom sobbed because of what I’d gone through. I sobbed but was also still trying to hold back tu*. My entire body shook uncontrollably after the nausea died down and I could do nothing to stop it. It’s as if my body had to let go of what I just felt, or at least TRY to process what just happened.
I went the ER that day and asked for them to check my hormone levels and for endometriosis. They turned me down and did a CAT scan. They found nothing and sent me home.
I gave god a chance again. 2 weeks. My mom had done the same thing after our car accident years before when she became almost fully paralyzed and dealt with chronic, severe paint for 2 years. She gave god 2 weeks and prayed vigorously for healing, and it came for her. I was desperate, so I gave god a chance. I was hopeless.
Every doctor had told me to exercise more or to treat my anxiety first. Everyone told me nausea was manageable. Most people shrugged when I told them one of the hardest things I’ve ever dealt with is my nausea. I thought it spoke a lot for me to say “nausea is one of my worst problems” after having dealt with emetophobia for my entire life, witnessing my mom nearly die when I was five and watching her deal with chronic pain and partial paralysis because of the accident, after dealing with the separation anxiety and dread whenever she wasn’t by my side for hears (and still going today) after almost losing her, and after finally losing my dad to a heart attack. But most people simply didn’t understand what was so bad about being nauseous. Not even my own therapists would validate me! One of my therapists told me that nausea isn’t a big deal or bad, I only make it a big deal because I’m scared of it. I don’t know, I think losing weight and going to the ER from not eating because of severe nausea sounds kinda bad, don’t you?
I gave god a chance like my mom did. 2 weeks, prayed like my life depended on it, because it did. Called every person my mom knew if for healing. Proclames it over my life. I was so vulnerable. And after 2 weeks…
It never came. I woke up nauseous, and I couldn’t eat breakfast. I’d had pushed past the entirety of the past 2 weeks without crying for what happened that one night. The night that nearly kept me from writing this today.
When the healing didn’t come, I didn’t know what to do. No doctor could help me. No diet, no medicine, no therapy and no spiritual practice could cure me. Nobody other than my mom and family physician understood that the nausea was slowly but surely destroying me. Most people shrugged it off as no big deal, because after all, it’s just nausea right?
Well, the months after my healing never came, I was at one of the lowest points I’ve ever been, or could ever imagine. I’d never felt so hopeless in my life. I’d never felt so scared. I was terrified at the idea that this was my life now. I thought, surely at some point I’ll stop eating and sleeping altogether. At some point, I’ll give up. Knowing that there were no answers anytime soon put me in a headspace I hadn’t felt so fully before. I truly thought there was no choice but to take my own life. Every day I got closer and closer to making the decision, and surely enough, the unbearable nights with nausea happened again. I’d lay in bed and bite down or my blankets to keep my cries from being heard. The nights that I cried, which were nearly every night, felt like I was reliving the day my dad died all over again. My chest would ache from how much it hurt to cry. Those months after we’re filled with nothing but anguish, from what I’d already experienced. I would cry because of that one night. Specifically that one night. My heart burned from the pain that night caused me. Truly the only thing that kept me from taking my life was the horror of what it would’ve done to my mom, my brother and my dog. I couldn’t do that to them, so I unwillingly suffered through each and every day to prevent that pain for them.
But a year later here I am, with an official diagnosis. I got medicine to help in November of 2020 that minimized my symptoms for a few months. Unfortunately my health insurance decided to remove that medication and my symptoms came back, less severe, but I’m doing okay. I think. It still hurts me to be nauseous. But it’s not as bad as it once was. And I’m grateful for that. But here I am today, and I still am overcome by the raw pain of that night back in august. There’s something about it. I’m much better now, I’m very happy to say. But that night haunts me. I almost have to force myself to go back there and remember that night, the hospital and the true despair of the months following. I don’t know what it is. I tried asking people what it could be, but no one has answers. Like I said, my therapist completely disregarded my experience with nausea and told me “it’s not that bad, you just have to accept nausea.”
I just want to know what happened to me emotionally, mentally because of this illness. It dragged me down to the bottomless pit of despair, and yet I still can’t validate myself. I can’t help but think it wasn’t THAT bad. That I’m just weak. I can’t help but tell myself my experience isn’t real or valid enough to warrant itself a name. Like trauma. I wish I could label it. I want to put the torture, agony and injury those years caused me. What it did to me physically, and emotionally. I still cry about it and those days aren’t even here anymore. I know I’m stuck with endometriosis, and my symptoms still exist, but last year sticks with me. I don’t panic when I think about it. It just feels like remembering a trauma, like the day my mom told me my dad had passed. It doesn’t cause me any ptsd symptoms, therefore my brain can’t help but tell me to just get over it. “It wasn’t that bad.” But… I think it really was. It almost ended me. I almost ended myself because of my nausea. Doesn’t that deserve something more than I’ve given it, more than my therapist has given it?
I guess I’m just exhausted of the constant invalidation. I have a diagnosis that proves that what I went through was excruciating, the pain, the nausea, yet I still hear “it’s not that bad.” From real people. The people who are supposed to validate my experiences did the opposite, so I want to validate myself. But I can’t. So that’s why I’m here. Not to ask that from you, I think, but more to write out what I went through, in the hopes that putting it into words will help me see that what I went through was real, that it deserves a name. I can’t say that the name is “trauma”. I wish I could, but I usually leave that for professionals to tell me. Unfortunately for me, my therapist doesn’t quite understand the weight of chronic illnesses, even if they have a name like endometriosis and are proven to be extremely horrible to live with.
So maybe this is a letter to myself, or to anyone who’s willing to listen. I’m not sure, but I’m so tired of the voices in my head telling me I’m weak. That it wasn’t really traumatic, that it wasn’t bad. I’m tired of people telling me to try yoga, or that anxiety can do that to me! I see people posting online that “tummy issues are the easiest of things the deal with.” It feels like a mockery. I know what I went through was shitty, was gut wrenching literally and mentally tortuous for someone with a phobia of nausea and vomiting, but I still can’t FEEL that for myself. I thought maybe saying it to a community that understand this fear would help. I hope it does.
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2021.12.05 05:16 xd1234321 my partner wants to try "scat" stuff which i find really gross

the other day she and i were doing stuff and we were trying anal for the first time and WITHOUT CONSENT she pooped on me. it was so gross, i was a little into it but she keeps pressuring me to do it again which im not comfortable with. it was a little hot but no thats just gross. what can do i do tell her no and not make her mad? i dont wanna ruin out relationship over this
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2021.12.05 05:16 ToInfinityAndBeyondE I have juicy confessions I would like to share through private chat

Message me for all the details.
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2021.12.05 05:16 dirtyharrison Looking for people

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2021.12.05 05:16 aramimi_ [CHAT] Im F 22

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