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Unfortunately for many of these individuals charged, some have already fled the country. Like this dude here https://www.austinweeklynews.com/2025/06/23/loretto-exec-stole-300-milion-fake-covid-testing/ and this dude https://patch.com/illinois/orlandpark/orland-park-mans-covid-test-fraud-scheme-funneled-153m-suburban-lab-feds I believe he may also be wrapped up in the scams that targeted my family members I discovered last year. The OIG's report in February showed that Medicare had paid out $454 million in fraudulent test kits by these morons. One of them Baqar Syed is serving two years in prison, and they've only recovered $4 million of it. https://www.wisn.com/article/federal-report-medicare-may-have-paid-454-million-for-covid-19-tests-no-one-wanted/63922305

Neither I or my husband had a credit score at the time. I was certainly able to have a bank account long before he got here, and added him to mine with no issues (in fact iirc I added him without an SSN because it hadn't arrived yet). That was well before he was working or had a credit card or anything. Six months secured with Discover was all it took for a full card. He added me as an authorized user, and since then we both have an excellent score. We recently needed a card for international travel and Discover wouldn't cut it. We thought with our excellent credit it would be easy. Chase dragged us around for weeks with more and more convoluted demands. So we went to our local bank and explained the situation. They were more than willing to provide us a card within days. Within a year they tripled our limit. I can find hundreds of posts of Chase doing this to both immigrants and US citizens. Bottom line always is, if a big bank doesn't want to do business with you, they don't deserve you to begin with.

Is it Chase? Because if it is, go elsewhere. Been here for years, excellent credit, and those guys enjoy saying no for fun. Discover usually comes through just fine. Secured credit first and then upgrade in some months.

Been out shopping for a lift recliner for dad this week too. Looking at 2-3k plus about to rise as of July 1st if you want anything decently comfortable. Deals on cheaper but uncomfortable models of course. Restore had some cheap used ones but who knows what might be lurking inside them. The chair I ended up grabbing new would take 6 weeks to come in.

OP: There are things I must now say and I hope it does not cause offense. You say you love him. He does not love you. He is an abuser. He will harm you, and he *has* caused harm to you. He has caused harm to others. At some point you knew all of this, and at some point you reasoned that through your love, compassion, and kindness that this would make him stop being abusive. That he would change via your love or even worse, that you are the problem. It is a lie. A lie that people in these relationships tell themselves to survive. There is nothing more to be done now. Move on from him and find someone that understands your worth and actually loves you. Not just the idea of you, or an imagining of you - but actually loves and respects you for you. From a period of three years of my young life long ago, I once learned what it was like to love an abuser. The places it took me were harmful and will effect me for the rest of my days. They will destroy you until there isn't anything left and nothing will make them happier in doing so. I know how much I desperately loved that person and I know that now I look back on it and feel nothing for them. You will move on, grow, and love again.

My sympathies to you TB for the current situation. Slightly similar circumstances here, except for the hospital actually kicked my dad out of his bed and dumped him into a hallway without telling us and left him there with no monitoring until we collected him. They had ordered he be discharged to a rehab facility and *not* the one we had instructed. They said they would not send him there because my dad had the ability to stand... ah yes, he can stand.. barely, it's what happens next is the problem. They told us we would have to take him to the facility ourselves. My husband returned home after taking him and was in quite a state. He told me the facility which does not show actual photos of it on their website, and splashes a 5 star CMS rating (a lie I learned) is not fit for any human being. It is old, dirty, smells, the night staff is incompetent and have a bare understanding of English or nursing skill. There is nothing to ensure he will not fall, no bedrails, no alarms, not even a proper wheelchair. They are not following the doctor's instructions of wound care. I'm not confident he is being given his right medication. I went there and started asking questions... the staff will barely speak to you and only with vague answers. I have been struggling for many days now to see if I can get him out of there and moved somewhere else. From my experiences with my grandma, she sold most of her belongings at auction and her POA took care of setting up accounts which enabled her to go live at the retirement home and then a year later, the skilled nursing care center (basically hospice). Because she did have some means, her choice of facility was pretty good by my standards. But it's always very important to make sure that if you are able to make decisions for her that the facility is safe and clean and can meet the patient's needs.

Brought home the remains of the little one last week. The vet never called about picking them up, so when I called them and asked about their status the tech immediately ignored the question and started talking about money in an obnoxious way. I knew where this convo was going.. pay up or no remains. It's bizarre to me, as I've been a client for 25+ years, have always paid my bills, and the vet had personally stated that I am only one of a handful of clients considered family enough to do payment plans. The bill is a staggering amount, but I had already told them I intended to pay it in full. Rushed there immediately to pay so I could collect them. The tech never particularly liked my dog so I didn't want them in care of his remains for any longer. No idea what I will do with the rest of his belongings. Haven't the heart to move them without weeping. We did manage to get over to the shelter to donate the large remainder of his food. Hopefully there's some other special needs dog out there that can use it. Dad's in the hospital again with some hospital acquired infection so I've been busy scrubbing everything I can. *sigh*

Heard another Dreamliner (one I've actually been on) had some kind of serious flap problem today.

The RR Trent 1000s have been the most recent problem and it's why I had a terrible time getting tickets, having my flights moved constantly, and long delays. The Dreamliners are comfortable amazing planes but the engines were supposed to last a lot longer than they have, which has caused other potential dangers and defects to crop up. Many airlines had to ground fleets or do weird rotations so they could get them maintenance. Unfortunately there were times where no parts were available and the fixes were crazy. I'm not sure that what is currently wrong with the Trents could cause the issue with this plane, but if it did then it's very serious indeed.

I recently traveled on the Dreamliner so the configuration of this plane looks very similar. He was sitting in premium econ, directly behind business.. so the bulkhead row of seats right by the exit door. I imagine it might be a reinforced section. BTW... Boeing has major problems with the Dreamliner's RR engines and also the GEnx engines.

He did like to lick his hair/groom himself. It was one of his very cat-like behaviors because we think he lived with cats at some point.

They did not. They had two theories... 1) medical supplies dropped unknowingly to us by one of the home nurses. 2) something that had been there long before we adopted him. The second option seems so strange to me, that he would have had this object hidden for so long, only giving him symptoms now. But he did come from a bad hoarding and neglect situation where he may have been desperate for food to survive. He was only 12lbs, but his organs were the size of a dog that was much bigger.. so they think it was quite some time. But we have had nurses come to the house for years now... so I don't know. I always forget he was a tiny bit older when we got him. He died just two weeks shy of his 15th birthday. He still was such a happy little dog.

Thank you for all your kind words... Unfortunately, our little one lost his brave fight yesterday. He died in my arms, and despite our vet's best efforts they were unable to revive him. We are devastated....

He stopped playing with those kind of toys once he started going blind long ago in favor of something smelly like Elk antlers. Only toy I can recall was a Santa head he ripped off a rope toy but no stuffing or anything came out. This is a thick wool, almost like one of those woolen laundry balls or something made out of alpaca but we don't use those. For peace of mind I spent the morning searching through all the xmas ornaments - all the potential culprits were intact. Typically for him to put something in his mouth he has to be very attracted to the smell... I had thought tampons, but it doesn't look quite right.

In the mess of everything going on with my dad, my dog had been acting strangely. My husband thought he was just a bit depressed about dad not being around again, or a UTI. The strangeness turned into not sleeping for many nights, obsessing over drinking water, and having accidents. I couldn't pin all of his symptoms down but two nights ago I believed his behavior was actually pain based. He's an odd little dog... he might make you think his leg is broken for a stubbed toe or a trimmed nail but the real stuff... the big stuff, his stoicism wall would never let you know. But yesterday morning I could tell he was in pain, so I got him to the vet. None of the tests ran were very promising at first or pointing to a clue, but there were numbers that looked very wrong. Then they came in with the x-ray. A mass in his stomach. And then we were given those impossible choices. An astronomical bill and a dangerous surgery or let him go. This little guy has lived 12 years or more... in a terrible early life situation and has quirks because of it, but he also became a loving little guy that learned not all humans are bad, and we have cared for diligently even through his signs of "old dog syndrome" and his blindness. If the mass were cancer it might be for nothing anyway. I mean what else could it be? This dog literally doesn't like to put anything in his mouth if he doesn't have to unless it's chicken. The vet said you'd be surprised the stuff they've removed, but I didn't think it was possible. I looked at the bill and looked at my husband. We just weren't ready to give up on him. This dog had always been a fighter. We knew our vet was one of the best surgeons around so we said "get it out". They said they'd do it right away. And you know this dog and fighting spirit? Well there he was, yowling and being angry in the back as they are trying to get an IV, and flustering one tech that's always acting scared of the job. So for twenty precious minutes I got a little extra time with him before the surgery - because there's nothing that calms him down more than momma's lap, so they brought him in to me, got that IV in, wrapped him in blankets, and I rocked him to sleep. The little guy was snoring when they took him away. An hour long surgery where he stopped breathing on the table (oh my heart!). Once again they saved his life and brought him around. The tech came in and brought the contents of the stomach. Guys... the mass? A giant ball of hair and thick wooly cotton! It wasn't cancer! I could barely register the relief. I was shaking and sobbing one moment and then bewildered at the next. HOW. DID. THAT. GET. IN. THERE? I've thought about this all night. We have no idea what it is or how or why he swallowed it. The consequences of him doing so were severe though. Perforated stomach. Infection.... (labs did not indicate this!) bleeding, leaking bile, swollen angry stomach, damaged organs. There was so much pressure build-up in his stomach it really hurt him. You name it... this dog has got it. I cannot imagine the pain he's been through without really revealing it. After surgery, they wrapped him in heated blankets and brought him to me. They told me he would be critical for days now, so this might still be the last time. He hadn't a clue what was going on, honking and heaving like a duck, snoring the next, wailing in pain and confusion. And then it was time for me to go. He's such an idiot guys but he's so precious. Hug your pets today and tell them you love them. Every day they live and breathe is a blessing from God.

So the wife and kids had some other kind of visas that had to be revoked is the story now? Are they legal or not? I wish the talking heads could make up their minds what the story is.

I mean I would expect that adjusting his B to a spousal would have been a far better way to remain than an asylum claim. Would be interested in his background in Egypt. Claiming political or religious persecution? I'm just so skeptical that the entire family could get visit visas.

Just heard that the FBI affidavit states he had been plotting it for a year but was waiting until his daughter graduated. So he has family members here? Wait... a wife and five kids? They surely all can't have come with B2s? https://apnews.com/article/boulder-colorado-attack-israel-palestine-flamethrower-pearl-street-7e680648371c3d1cb7c026d888d99279

When I first saw the guy I thought that he's the atypical American "bubba" a not very bright sort of dude, that spends his days ranting online, drinking heavily, and does lots of the sort of things I see around town every day. Turns out he still looks like that sort of dude, just Egyptian. Well this loony guy gets to go to jail for a long time. Implying that he had an asylum claim in the queue and a work permit (assuming EAD?) that had expired a few days ago. I've been asking around if perhaps he could renew such an EAD and was waiting for an NOA. Was told that might be possible but not sure. Wouldn't a B1/B2 be pretty hard for him to get and wasn't he pretty well vetted for that? Not a lot of other background info on him either. It's not like they are saying his asylum claim was ever denied or approved. Very odd.

Spoke with the doctors today. Said he was very lucky he didn't lose his leg. Two clots and a cup of blood contents out of the leg. He looks like he's been stabbed through the leg with a butcher's knife. I can't imagine how long this will take to heal. They are talking about kicking him back out of the hospital again... (ugh) but he's still not lost the edema. Don't know what to do anymore. I'm pretty confident this is heart failure, but no one wants to discuss it. They have him off the blood thinner for now, but I know once he goes back on it, it's going to happen again.

This week in a nutshell: Hey Dad your legs are really swollen. Have you been gaining weight? Yeah. How much? I don't know maybe 20lbs. It's really weird. My legs really hurt. Okay well keep elevating them and wearing compression. Let's go to your doctor. Doctor tells me he's worried, runs tests, but then goes on vacation. Hey Dad, what's that bruise on your leg from? It's huge! No idea. It kind of hurts. I go to run errands and return several hours later to check him. The bruise is now black, swollen, hot, and encompassing his calf and ankle. He's pretending it doesn't hurt until my Mom intentionally pokes it, proving it does indeed hurt, really bad. Get into an argument about how he needs to go to the hospital and though it was 9pm at night we're willing to get him to the hospital of his choice. Once again I tell him he's going. He is mad at me. ER is filled but not too bad. Despite this, wait for 8 hours to be seen. ER finally realize this could be serious as it's now spreading down the foot. His EKG is a mess again. His labs are a mess and show he's lost a lot of blood from somewhere. Scans show no DVT though... the blood thinner is doing it's job a little too well. So the serious amount of edema has caused pressure on the veins until they burst and more stress on his heart. Surgeon came in last night to drug him up and do emergency surgery on the hematoma. Dad is still clueless how lucky he is again and again. Frustrating...

Yeah I've been watching people out there argue about this all morning. Some of them are still thinking the guy did nothing wrong and that by just him being here legally that means he automatically gets citizenship. Others offering no compassion whatsoever nor understanding as to what ROC is or how you get citizenship. I mean you see it all the time on these forums... people get themselves into crazy situations because they 'forgot'. Obviously this couple had a lot going on, and we aren't in their shoes... but damn, my husband is my most precious person to me. I'd move heaven and earth to make sure the deadlines were kept and he was protected.

https://www.mississippifreepress.org/ice-arrests-mississippi-father-at-his-citizenship-hearing-threatening-deportation/ The facts of this case as I understand them: Came here legally. Broke no laws. Pays taxes. Arrested at citizenship interview. I've heard there was a deportation order but the circumstances are vague. Couple raising money on gofundme because she's got like five kids and no husband now. Though she doesn't give details about what caused this mistake. All stems from failure to file ROC. I've certainly seen some of those 'oopsies' here on VJ, they are usually given a chance to refile. I don't know how one could forget but... as I understand it they had endured some tragedy and forgot. Most of the articles about this case really don't understand what ROC is or the consequences about not filing.

Again we'd all like our Presidents to receive the very best of care. But I am not confident that they actually do. There's many reasons for that suspicion. Also, he's the President... and I firmly believe that if a President says "no i'm not getting my prostate checked!" there's no way to force them to, just like any other patient.. except this patient has power. Pretty sure the current President has refused doctor's instructions before. The guidelines state men after 70 are not needed to be screened unless there's a problem, not even a PSA. How many men are going to admit they have a problem? How many doctors might just say "oh it's just because you're old.." In the UK it's common to just not bother for anything and say "well you've had a good run..."

Friday was fun times, when I got a call from a family member to say their apartment complex had been hit by a tornado. They were terrified, but okay. Car got smashed up though. Others were not so lucky... some of the building now has no roof and objects were projectiled through the brick walls. One person's house has no upper floors anymore. I went outside to look and the sky was the eeriest shade of green you ever did see. Nope... nope do not like that! So i grabbed everything of remote important value and got the rest of the family down in the basement. We had a tornado a while back that had completely defoliated and scarred a good stretch of the forest here, so I was taking this seriously, even when the elderly grumble about having to go downstairs. Thankfully things happen to storms when they need to cross the water, so though it was pretty wild, no damage here. Tornados were not something we used to have to worry about.. not any more. I've been running on little sleep for a few weeks now. A while back I made the decision to have the dog sleep in bed with us at night. With his advanced age, his anxiety has increased severely and the vet was thinking it was doggy dementia ... now that he's nearly completely blind, we've had to also put on a night light or some soothing sounds. All was good for a while. We were all getting sleep. He was happier, rested, and perkier. But lately instead of sleeping he will wake every morning at 3am, confused and distressed. He'll moan as if his joints are bothering him, he'll wander the bed checking on us, and if we don't wake up straight away he will cry. We've tried the anxiety meds... that does not make him " mellow" in any way. We next tried a pain reliever that does seem to help his joints, and for a few nights he was sleeping just fine again. Until last night... at 3am.. ugh.