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Berried Motives by Peg Cochran

Peg Cochran’s Berried Motives is an okay and well-paced mystery that really missed the mark. I did enjoy the plot and the interesting setting. However, the book lacks the signature cosy charm while the unmemorable characters act implausibly. This is the sixth book in the series but it works as a standalone.

Our protagonist is Monica who lives and works on a busy cranberry farm. The farm is in full harvest mode and she’s thrilled to learn that they will be featured on a local TV show. The filming goes well but the show’s unlikeable host Betsy DeJong leaves a bad impression. However, she is soon found murdered on the farm! The lengthy suspect list includes the victim’s sleazy politician fiance, her high school boyfriend who works on the farm, and the mysterious new farm photographer. As Monica digs into Betsy’s past, she uncovers secrets that anyone would kill to keep hidden.

It’s taken me three years to read this book because, honestly, it doesn’t grab your attention. Although the writing is mature, it can be quite repetitive and dull. This is especially evident in the cast of characters who are forgettable and fairly one-dimensional. Monica is a dedicated and likeable but boring protagonist. There are glimmers of personality in her eccentric stepmother Gina as well as her baking assistant Kit but they are both underutilised. But, I did appreciate the cute animals, especially the adorable dog Hercule.

The book also lacks that signature cosy charm and fun. Even the descriptions of the food are so boring! But, the quaint little town and Sassamanash Farm sound so lively and interesting. I would love to live there! I wish the book spent more time exploring this lovely world instead of noting every little detail of Monica making cranberry goodies or cooking meals.

I do like that this is a quick read and the mystery is well-paced with several viable suspects. There are several red herrings and a few predictable but still good twists. I like that I didn’t figure out the murderer until the big reveal but their motives do make sense. However, Monica’s response to the killer’s reveal is absolutely stupid. If I wasn’t near the end of the book, I really would not have finished reading. I also wish the overall mystery had more thrill and suspense because I never fully believed Monica or anyone else was in danger at all.

Furthermore, Monica’s snooping took me out of the book. She investigates Betsy’s murder because of vague hand wave gesture. She barges into places without any skill or finesse and the suspects simply info dump huge secrets at her. I almost abandoned the book when a smarmy salesman (who met Monica twice!) outright tells her that his boss is laundering money. She doesn’t seem to have much of a personality so I’m not sure why complete strangers are simply confessing their business to her other than to force the plot along.

Thank you to NetGalley and Beyond the Page Publishing for this book in exchange for an honest review.

🐶🐶 ½ out of 5 dogs!

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Berried Grievances by Peg Cochran -- Book Review

Happy Wednesday!  Berried Grievances by Peg Cochran has Monica & Greg happily anticipating the birth of their first child.  Check out my review of the 8th A Cranberry Cove Mystery.  Happy Reading!

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Gourmet De-Lite Mysteries

Preparing calorie-conscious meals for the dieters of Woodstone, Connecticut, Gigi Fitzgerald knows a cheater when she sees one. And when murder is on the menu, she's ready to get the skinny on whodunit...

Business is looking up for Gigi's Gourmet De-Lite, thanks to her newest client, restaurant reviewer Martha Bernhardt. Martha has the clout to put Gigi's personal meal plans on everyone's lips. But instead of dropping a few pounds, Martha drops dead from a severe peanut allergy... right after eating one of Gigi's signature dishes.

When the distractingly debonair Detective Mertz identifies traces of peanut oil in Martha's last meal, Gigi suddenly finds her diet catering business on the chopping block. Now she'll have to track down who tampered with her recipe before her own goose is cooked.

[darlingshane]

everlasting spell

Pairing: Joe Teague x F!Reader

Summary: And here you lay in the bed, a masterpiece that exists only for his viewing. If he was an artist, he’d pick up a canvas, a brush, and paint to depict this moment exactly of you peacefully sleeping, of your body completely relaxed. It’d beat all those paintings you’ve shown him. He’d hang it right above his bed, so he could look at you every night before succumbing to slumber.

Content/Warnings: 18+, Explicit, Smut, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Smoking Weed, Alcohol Mention, 1950s, Mention of Era Typical Values, Marriage talk, Free spirited reader.

Word Count: 4k

A/N: This is an unexpected second part to – under your spell. They can be read separately. Though, I love that first one, and you should read it anyway if you feel like to.

— You can read below or at AO3.

The office feels like an oven today. The oscillation of the ceiling fan is becoming more of a bother than a help. You stop for a moment, close your eyes, lean on the desk, and let the mild air cool your face as you wipe the sweat dripping at the back of your neck. You listen to the busy sounds of the restaurant above getting ready for dinner. It smells awfully good, too. The kitchen is over your little reception area and the scent of food cooking carries through the building.

There's only one hour left of work. Then, you're free to go home and rid yourself of the suffocating office attire, have some dinner and enjoy one or two cool glasses of wine before you pass out in bed like every night.

As you let out a sigh and go back to your task, you hear the steps descending the staircase before the door opens. Your head snaps to the side to find Joe Teague entering the hot dungeon that people call an office. Clad in a grey suit and hat, he tips the brim of his fedora in your direction before removing it.

“Do you have an appointment, Detective Teague?” you question with a certain playful tone but try to keep it professional.

It's not unusual for him to come in unannounced, but it's the first time he's come into your workplace since you started your… affair. That's what you chose to call all those nights he’s slept in your bed. All those furtive midnight calls, all the kisses, all the times he’s been inside you.

“Never needed one. Is Lon in there?” His head tilts toward your boss' door that reads 'Lon Cochran' in golden letters over frosted glass. “Just need a couple of minutes of his time if he’s available.”

“I'll let him know you're here,” as you walk up to the door, you wink at Joe, and knock softly on the glass before cracking the door open. Poking your head in there, you inform Cochran that Joe Teague is here to talk to him.

“He'll see you now.”

“Thanks, Darling,” he palms your bottom with his ridiculously big hand as he walks past you.

“Joseph!” you mouth at him before he disappears behind the door.

You smile to yourself and go back to your task, flipping through a pile of files; pulling up the ones on the list of cases that Lon inquired of you to organize and put away in a couple of boxes.

Joe is in there for no more than five minutes before coming out of the office along with your boss.

“Show Teague Mr. Frederick's file. I gotta go. I got a lead on Woodcomb,” Lon glances at you, holding his briefcase in one hand, a hat in his other. “Ask Nico to walk you to your car when you're done here.”

“Sure, have a good evening, Mr. Cochran,” you nod formally at your boss.

“You too, doll,” then he pegs Joe with a nod. “Good luck with Frederick's, Teague. Let me know how that pans out.”

“I will.”

You wait until your boss has left to hand over the requested file to Joe. You show it in his direction and as he reaches to take it from your hand, you snatch it away playfully before handing it over.

He sits in one of the chairs across your desk and opens the folder while you resume your assignment.

“Who's Nico and why does he have to walk you to your car?” He lifts an eyebrow while inspecting the case file.

“Why? Are you jealous?”

“Just curious.”

“Nico works in the restaurant,” you explain, vaguely pointing at the ceiling. “There's a mugger in the area prying on women. Lon’s just been looking out for me.”

“Was it reported?”

“Yeah, I believe so.”

“Hmm, I'll look into that.” He then pulls out two pictures from the folder, holding them up to you, “did you take these?”

“Uh-huh. What are you looking for?”

“I'm trying to identify someone he met.”

“He's a social butterfly, this fella.” You point at Frederick. “He's met with a lot of people. Anyone in particular that you're looking for?”

“A lawyer,” his brow creases, surveying every photo.

“Dark gelled hair, fancy suit, nice tie, shiny shoes? Not your average court appointed lawyer?” you ask, remembering Mr. Frederick visited an attorney a few months ago, whose name you can't recall.

“That's the one.”

You go around the desk and go through the stack of pictures to find the one Joe is looking for. “Who's he, anyway?”

“A liar.”

“Aren't they all?” You remark with sarcasm, propping your ass on the edge of the desk, bending over to unbuckle the straps of your heels and take them off now that Lon is gone. “There’s a reason why it rhymes with lawyer.”

“That they are, sweetheart,” he agrees, and resumes going through the rest of the file while you keep sorting the stack of folders left on your desk.

As you walk around barefoot, your eyes occasionally glance in his direction. It's been a while since you’ve seen him with that many clothes on him.

You don’t have the most traditional relationship with the Detective. Joe keeps asking your hand in marriage, and you keep stubbornly refusing it, so he has to keep coming back to earn you.

Though, you're not intentionally playing a game here, it's entertaining to see him so smitten with you. Men usually move on after a while with you. They know you’re not that kind of woman to settle down with, and as soon as they realize you’re just a cheap lay, they move on quickly.

Marriage is not something in your cards. At least not yet. You're no stranger to how men lose interest the same way the second there’s a ring around their lover's finger, and you’re not ready to take that step without knowing you'll always be all for him. And given Joe’s history with his previous sweetheart, you're not looking forward to becoming the second woman to carry his name.

Joe Teague is a flirt, which makes it hard to tell sometimes whether his intentions are true or not. All you do is get high and fuck like animals. There's not much space in between to figure out the rest. It’s a dangerous thing to be involved with, albeit a fun one. It works for now. You don’t expect more from your dear Joe. This is the perfect arrangement for both, no matter what he says.

You love your independence in a world where you're being pushed to commit to a man for good to be the perfect housewife and mother. That's the American Dream. But it's not your dream. You love your freedom to come and go and partake in those activities that have filled your life with wonder and joy.

Lost in your thoughts, it takes you a moment to realize that Joe has risen from the chair, and now his arms are curling around your waist from behind. As one hand rests on your abdomen, the other slides down your thigh, over your skirt to hike the hem higher up.

“Not here, Joe.” You swat his hand away, as his nose draws the curve of your neck.

“I thought this is what you liked. Taking risks?”

“Not at work, Darling,” you turn your face and hold his chin to give him a quick kiss. “Maybe later. I have to finish this. I thought you had work to do, too.”

“I’m done with the file. Now you have all my attention,” he purrs, attempting to slip his hand under your skirt once more, and failing as you bring it to a stop altogether.

“Sh, sh, sh. Behave, Joseph,” you free yourself from his embrace, and point a firm finger at him.

He loses the knot of his tie and stays here until closing time to walk you up to the car, cause he’d prefer to see you safe and sound himself than trust somebody else with your safety.

When you reach your vehicle, he presses your back against the door, and finally you let him capture your lips as if he hadn’t seen you in ten years. It’s been nine days since you last had him, and his lips come up strong and demanding, urging you to kiss him just as passionately.

“Are you coming over tonight?” you mumble when he runs out of air, glancing at your lipstick smeared around his mouth, and reaching to wipe it with your thumb.

“I dunno… I think it's going to be a long night. You'll probably be asleep by then.”

“I don't mind,” you hold his jaw, pressing a small kiss on the bow of his lip. “Come over. Wake me up. I miss you, Sweet Joe.”

Joe scoffs and looks to the side for a beat. “You say you miss me, and then refuse every time I ask to move in together. God forbid if I ever mention wanting to marry you.”

“Just because I don’t want you to make an honest woman out of me doesn’t mean that I don’t miss you,” you point out, amused. “You wouldn’t enjoy being married to me anyway.”

“No? Why is that?”

“Cause, I’m a free spirit. And I’m accustomed to a certain lifestyle that wouldn’t be acceptable for a married woman in the suburbs. I have my vices, and needs. I like traveling, and going out whenever I want… and…”

“You’re afraid I’m going to try to change that part of you?”

“Yeah, wouldn’t you?”

“Sweetheart… Those are the things that made me fall in love with you in the first place. I’d never try to change what makes you… you.”

“You say that now, but I’ve seen it again and again in other women tying the knot, and suddenly they become something else entirely. I love you, Joe, but I can’t do that. I like what we have now, I don’t wanna change that. I hope you can accept it.”

A soft frown flashes under the brim of his hat. “I like what we have, too, but is it that bad that I want more of you?”

“No, it’s not bad. I’m not saying I won’t ever change my mind. I Just need to make sure that you mean it. If you do, you’ll wait till I’m ready. Which could be five days, 10 months, or 20 years. I don’t know. Are you sure you want that?”

“For you? I have all the time in the world, Sweetheart.”

He better mean it, you think, before kissing him goodbye.

A few hours past midnight, Joe uses the key you gave him to invite himself into your apartment. He hangs his coat and fedora in the rack before taking off his shoulder holster. He does it ever so carefully to not startle you with some strange noise. Though he’s going to wake you anyway, he prefers to be the one to do it with his hands, with his lips, with his desire.

Joe steps out of his shoes, and loses the tie that he drapes over the back of a chair along with his white dress shirt. He then pads to the kitchen and drinks a glass of water from the sink before splashing some water on his face to freshen up a little. Drops slide down his neck, wetting the hem of his white tank top. He decides to take a quick shower to brush off the day. He's spent hours sitting in a car on a stakeout, smoking cigarettes, and the last thing he wants is to bring that to your bed. It needs to be afresh, as if it was the first time. He wants to give you what you deserve. All this effort might not make a difference to your final decision, maybe it will, but little details matter to him.

After his shower, he wraps one of your towels around his waist and finally comes into your room.

When he crosses the beaded curtain, the colors from the neon sign over the window outside outline the semi covered curves of your body in a thin veil of vibrant red and blue hues. He switches on the night lamp to fully capture your naked form, partially covered with a sheet that barely covers your bottom half, leaving nothing to the imagination. Out like a light, you’re settled on your back, the rose tattoo on your hip poking over the hem of the fabric, and Great Mother Isis guarding your stomach beneath her wings. One of your hands rests close to your face on the pillow, as the other spreads over your belly. Your breasts comfortably on display, gently rising with your breathing. There’s an empty glass of wine on your nightstand with just a couple of drops at the bottom. Next to it, there is half reefer with red lipstick stains on the white paper.

Staring at you, mesmerized at how you look like one of those paintings you showed him of women exposing their bodies with not a care in the world. He recalls one in particular. The angle shocked him at first. It was called The Origin of the World, L’Origine du Monde, it rolled out of your lips in French like honey. It portrayed the bare torso and thighs of a woman. She’s sort of sensually contorted, soft curves, legs open, where the main focus is her sex, accentuated by the black hair around the mound and slightly parted lips.

He remembers your fingers slowly drawing those lines in the open book over your lap.

“Don’t you wanna touch her?” You asked. “She’s inviting you to.”

“I'd rather touch you,” he replied, having his hand drawing the real lines of your body after that.

Now, Joe Teague is no prude. He’s seen his fair share, but when it comes to art he can’t help but sometimes blush at the thought of someone in the past painting those lines so perfectly, so accurately, so beautifully. That’s what art is, you said to him. It provokes. Whether you hate it or you love it. There’s freedom in that. In a society where decency, morals and Religion is supposed to be the compass, art breaks and ignores those rules. It follows the artist’s muse wherever it takes him.

And here you lay in the bed, a masterpiece that exists only for his viewing. If he was an artist, he’d pick up a canvas, a brush, and paint to depict this moment exactly of you peacefully sleeping, of your body completely relaxed. It’d beat all those paintings you’ve shown him. He’d hang it right above his bed, so he could look at you every night before succumbing to slumber.

Part of him doesn’t want to disturb you, but there’s that everlasting spell that you cast upon him, compelling every part of his body to consume you entirely. It’s been too long since he’s had you like this. Okay, it’s been only a few days, but it truly feels like years. He misses you like crazy and can't stand staring at you without holding you in his arms for one more second.

With the towel still secured around his waist, he climbs into bed, the springs complain at his weight as he lays by your side. He gently cups your face, brushing his fingers along your jaw to pull you out of your dreams softly. He whispers your name in your ear, peppers your face with kisses as you regain consciousness.

“Wake up, sweetheart. I miss you,” he pleads, his voice sounding tired and needy.

“Hmm,” blinded by the dim light, you barely open your eyes, and burrow your head in his chest instead.

You can't believe Joe's here. It feels like you're still dreaming and this is just a figment of your imagination.

He hugs you closer as his fingers run down your spine and lets you adjust for a minute as you come out of that limbo between dreams and reality.

“You've showered,” you realize, capturing the familiar soap scent spread across his skin, and tilt your head back to look at his eyes.

“Uh-hm,” the corners of his lips curve up, as his hand moves to frame your chin.

“I've really missed you,” you echo those same words from earlier that feel heavier at this hour in your stomach.

“I'm here now,” his forehead touches yours.

“Kiss me,” you demand, just as needy as the dark lust his eyes bear. His fingers tighten on your cheeks, prying your mouth open to make room for his tongue. He claims those desperate words out of your lips, drinking in kiss after kiss as if your mouth belonged to him. His tongue runs wilder than ever – dominating, insatiable, ravenous for more. Your moan in his mouth makes his core ache as his hand releases your face and trails down your body, pushing the sheet aside, searching for that sweet spot between your legs. His fingers rub back and forth along your mound and all the way down to your opening. It doesn't take him long to make you wet, and vice versa. His erection stains behind the towel, and you reach with your hands to peel it off him. Your legs lace together as you find a good position to rub his swollen erection between your lips, letting your arousal wrap around him.

Joe swiftly moves to be on top of you, pushing your thighs wide open as far as they can reach before guiding his length between the tenderness of your entrance. The slick and tight pressure of your pussy welcomes that delicious stretch that comes from him filling that aching depth. He presses his whole body against you like the heaviest blanket. Joe gets lost in your kiss while his hips move painfully slow, as if he wanted to draw this forever. As the temperature rises, you claw your nails on his back, leaving red marks on the fabric of his skin. His thrust comes gradually faster, sharper, to the beat of your own heart that grows easily excited as he mumbles how much he loves you and how good you feel.

When he’s close to coming, one of his hands clutches to your ass so hard you can tell he’s leaving marks too, it only aids that raising pleasure that coils in your abdomen like a snake on fire. It pokes from inside, begging to be released from that burning agony.

“Oh, Joe… I’m almost… ” you pant heavily against his neck, his sweat polling around your lips, as you go breathless. “Don’t stop… please, don't stop…”

He grunts wildly above your ear, his back arching harder under your palms, as he makes his life mission to pacify that shared fire growing between the friction of his body against yours.

Tirelessly, he pushes into you over and over. Your body begins to shudder as you reach that high edge, and fall over. Your walls flutter around him as you let out a choked cry. His cock twitches a beat after, gifting you the seed that comes from his own orgasm. It sticks to your walls, warm and heavy. You press your palms to his ass, so he doesn't slip out of you. As overwhelming as it feels, you don't want him to move an inch away from you. Your entrance still contracts around him for a few more seconds as his strength comes out of his mouth between heavy breaths over your neck. His body goes limp on top of you, while his length keeps some of its hardness for a while, as you both descend from the high.

“Oh, God, I've missed this,” you say once your voice comes back. “Promise me you'll come more often.”

Joe lifts his head tiredly, his expression utterly relaxed as he captures your stare, “promise me that you'll marry me and nobody else. Then you can have me whenever you want, sweetheart.”

“You're like a broken record, Dear.”

“Say it,” his tongue flicks along the corner of his lopsided lips.

You think for a moment and still riding that mindless swirl of pleasure you can't help but surrender to his perseverance, “I promise, I'll only marry you, Joe Teague.”

His lips curve up higher, as his thumb touches your temple. “That's all I needed to hear.”

You stick out your head closer, placing a chaste kiss on his lips. If that's what it takes to have him like this every day, so be it. You're damned anyway, you think. Married or not.

He carefully slips out of you once he's completely limp and rolls to the other side of the bed, pulling the sheet over his top half. You reach for the glass on your nightstand to have a swallow of wine, but it's empty, so you grab the half joint instead and light it up. As you take a long drag, you lower your head to Joe's stomach, looking away from him, and then lift your hand for him to take it.

You pass it back and forth twice, and while he takes another hit, your hand slides under the hem of the sheet to play with his cock. Your fingers curling around his soft skin earns you the sweet rumble of a grunt and a few curses buried in his throat. You pump him slowly, getting him to grow firmer in your hand. When he’s hard as a rock, you lean over and wrap your lips around that big, flared head that tastes of you and him on the plane of your tongue.

“Goddamn, sweetheart,” his head lolls to the side, taken by the pleasure your mouth offers, he puts the cigarette down and focuses on your head bobbing lower over his lap.

Your eyes flutter as you take him deeper between your teeth, letting him touch the back of your throat. Joe’s hand moves to hold the back of your head. His fingers tangle with your hair as you suck a little harder, swallowing his arousal. You keep a tight grip at the base, pushing a little harder against his balls, while you quickly drive him to insanity with the tip of your tongue swirling around the tip for a moment. Then, you feel his palm growing anxious, pushing your head to go down faster, as his other hand almost rips apart the edge of the mattress that clutches to it for dear life. You let him urge you. You know it makes him feel powerful, and part of you likes it when he takes charge. Obeying his wishes stirs your own arousal, and you ease that ache between your legs by pressing your thighs together.

His cock throbs between your lips, you feel those veins popping as you take him closer to cloud nine. He’s breathless, and groans like an animal at the same time. You suck him with burning passion, reveling in his arousal, until your tongue is fully coated in his seed. You swallow it. Gladly. It’s not the first time you’ve done it, and won’t be the last.

He pulls you up to his side, pressing your body flush against his as he looks at you with that unbridled devotion he can’t let go of. Riding high, he grabs your face, and claims your mouth one more time, unashamed of tasting himself on your lips.

“I’ve never met someone like you,” he mumbles for the umpteenth time, – meaning, he’s never had the pleasure to have someone’s lips eating his cock like you do.

“So you've said,” you grin, palming his broad chest.

“Bears repeating,” his thumb tugs your lower lip, glancing at the way it’s lovely plumped. “You’re fucking beautiful.”

“Language, Joseph,” you quip, he chuckles. “You shouldn’t talk like that to your future wife.”

“Future wives don’t do what you just did with their mouths, either.”

“Hmm, I’m special.”

“That you are, sweetheart,” he purrs and seals your mouth once more, promising long-lasting love and many nights like this to come.

[doyourememberrocknrollradio]

Pink Peg Slacks · Eddie Cochran

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Doing review questions.

Hyperkalemia is a known side effect of ACE inhibitors and angiotensin receptor blockers such as olmesartan. The risk of hyperkalemia is increased with chronic kidney disease, diabetes mellitus, moderately severe to severe heart failure, NSAID use, and older adults. Chlorthalidone and hydrochlorothiazide can cause hypokalemia.

In men who are diagnosed with hypogonadism with symptoms of testosterone deficiency and unequivocally and consistently low serum testosterone concentrations, further evaluation with FSH and LH levels is advised as the initial workup to distinguish between primary and secondary hypogonadism. If secondary hypogonadism is indicated by low or inappropriately normal FSH and LH levels, prolactin and serum iron levels and measurement of total iron binding capacity are recommended to determine secondary causes of hypogonadism, with possible further evaluation to include other pituitary hormone levels and MRI of the pituitary. If primary hypogonadism is found, karyotyping may be indicated for Klinefelter’s syndrome.

Daily use of polyethylene glycol (PEG) solution has been found to be more effective than lactulose, senna, or magnesium hydroxide in head-to-head studies. Evidence does not support the use of fiber supplements in the treatment of functional constipation. No adverse effects were reported with PEG therapy at any dosing regimen. Low-dose regimens of PEG are 0.3 g/kg/day and high-dose regimens are up to 1.0–1.5 g/kg/day. Ref: Tabbers MM, DiLorenzo C, Berger MY, et al: Evaluation and treatment of functional constipation in infants and children: Evidence-based recommendations from ESPGHAN and NASPGHAN. J Pediatr Gastroenterol Nutr 2014;58(2):258-274. 2) Gordon M, MacDonald JK, Parker CE, et al: Osmotic and stimulant laxatives for the management of childhood constipation. Cochrane Database Syst Rev 2016;(8):CD009118. 3) Lauters R, Saguil A: Laxatives for the management of childhood constipation. Am Fam Physician 2017;96(7):433-434

Primary hyperaldosteronism should be suspected as a cause for hypertension if a patient has a spontaneously low potassium level or persistent hypertension despite the use of three or more antihypertensive medications, including a diuretic. This can be evaluated by checking a serum renin activity level and a serum aldosterone concentration and determining the aldosterone/renin ratio. Primary hyperaldosteronism typically presents with a very low serum renin activity level and an elevated serum aldosterone concentration. A 24-hour urine collection for 5-hydroxyindoleacetic acid (5-HIAA) would be used to evaluate for a neuroendocrine tumor, which can present as chronic flushing and diarrhea. Cortisol levels can be checked if Cushing syndrome is suspected. Hypertension can be present in Cushing syndrome, but it is typically associated with other signs such as obesity and an elevated blood glucose level due to insulin resistance.

Psychogenic tremor is characterized by an abrupt onset, spontaneous remission, changing characteristics, and extinction with distraction. Cerebellar tremor is an intention tremor with ipsilateral involvement on the side of the lesion. Neurologic testing will reveal past-pointing on finger-to-nose testing. CT or MRI of the head is the diagnostic test of choice. Parkinsonian tremor is noted at rest, is asymmetric, and decreases with voluntary movement. Bradykinesia, rigidity, and postural instability are generally noted. For atypical presentations a single-photon emission CT or positron emission tomography may help with the diagnosis. One of the treatment options is carbidopa/levodopa. Patients who have essential tremor have symmetric, fine tremors that may involve the hands, wrists, head, voice, or lower extremities. This may improve with ingestion of small amounts of alcohol. There is no specific diagnostic test but the tremor is treated with propranolol or primidone. Enhanced physiologic tremor is a postural tremor of low amplitude exacerbated by medication. There is usually a history of caffeine use or anxiety.

Ref: Crawford P, Zimmerman EE: Tremor: Sorting through the differential diagnosis. Am Fam Physician 2018;97(3):180-186.

I got 100% on the first quiz! :)

[azaanfashionnbd]

THE 15 RULES ALL MEN SHOULD LEARN - AZAN FASHION

1. WEAR A SUIT WELL

The key to a suit looking good is fit. If you’re buying off-the-peg, focus on the fit across the shoulders because getting the chest and waist altered is a relatively easy job according to Davide Taub, head of bespoke suits at Savile Row tailor Gieves & Hawkes. “Be cautious about wearing a period suit unless you’re pursuing a total period look because in isolation the suit starts to look like a novelty,” he adds. Classic is best and most useful – dark, two-button, single-breasted, moderate in details. “It’s not boring. A suit is a uniform. The idea is to think of this suit as a canvas to build different ideas of individuality around. It’s the way you wear it, not the label inside, that impresses.”

2. INVEST WISELY IN A WATCH

“A watch is like a piece of art,” argues Don Cochrane, managing director of British watch brand Vertex. “Choose it because you love it, not because you think it might make money. Watches are personal, it marks your passage through time. But you also have to be practical.” Aesthetic, functional, rugged sports models go with anything and can take the hard knocks of everyday wear. Yet, a watch still has to fit you. It should feel comfortable and be right in terms of size and depth relative to your wrist as well – 40mm is considered the ‘Goldilocks’ size.

3. DON’T SHY AWAY FROM COLOUR

Whether it’s on casualwear or formalwear, indulge in a bit of colour. “Most men are unjustly scared of it – they’re intimidated by anything that isn’t navy or grey,” says menswear designer Oliver Spencer. “But colour can be timeless too.” A green suit, for example, can look particularly rakish, while Spencer also recommends pinks, greens, mustard and brighter shades of blue as especially versatile year-round shades that will lift your entire outfit. But he adds that, when it comes to colour, less is still more: “You just need a bit of it, in one garment.”

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The race for stablecoin supremacy heats up as business specialists debate Tether’s function and new gamers like PayPal enter the world.Bloomberg Intelligence knowledgeable Jamie Coutts pointed to Ethereum’s (ETH) rising dominance, highlighted by key community adoption metrics and layer-2 initiatives like Optimism, Arbitrum, and Base.He anticipates that Ethereum’s scaling roadmap will drastically decrease layer-2 transaction prices, due to the forthcoming EIP-4844. This comes as PayPal just lately debuted its PYUSD stablecoin, fueling hypothesis that it'd develop its personal layer-2 community.The knowledgeable additionally predicts that stablecoins might outgrow Bitcoin’s consumer base in 3-5 years, pushed by service provider integration, product innovation, and scalability. This aligns with latest knowledge exhibiting a report 17.4 million addresses holding greater than $1 in stablecoins, a sevenfold enhance since 2021.Crypto knowledgeable Adam Cochran notes that Tether’s peg is unusually off regardless of open banking in Asia, Europe, and the upcoming US market. He attributes this to promoting stress from Binance-backed stablecoin accounts and hints that Binance CEO Changpeng Zhao (“CZ”) could also be pushing new stablecoins.13/16So I don’t assume Binance is promoting their Tether for 2 causes:1) They need to topple USDT to push stables they will management and achieve from.2) They understand Solar doesn’t have the USDT he claims to and if customers discover out they could mass dump to flee his alternate.— Adam Cochran (adamscochran.eth) (@adamscochran) August 5, 2023A Twitter spat unfolded between Tether’s CTO Paolo Ardoino and CZ. Ardoino claimed unusual transactions had been “attacks” in opposition to Tether, whereas CZ labeled Tether a “black box,” favoring his stablecoins, TUSD and FDUSD.Isn’t it fascinating that USDt is being pressured down (barely, inside 10bps, simply to push market makers to react), and USDc, the principle competitor that you'd count on being gaining from the state of affairs, is redeemed closely nonetheless, whereas all of the sudden a competitor born 2 days…— Paolo Ardoino 🍐 (@paoloardoino) August 3, 2023Circle CEO Jeremy Allaire praised USDC’s openness and ease of buying and selling, including one other voice to the advanced debate on stablecoin dominance.1/ The most important fintech in LATAM, @mercadopago, a part of Mercado Libre, the Amazon of LATAM with 200M customers, is rolling out assist for USDC in key markets, beginning with Chile. Momentum for USDC and digital dollars constructing around the globe! https://t.co/3mNQxXvNUC— Jeremy Allaire (@jerallaire) August 29, 2023Observe Us on Google InformationSupply: https://crypto.information/ethereum-will-dominate-stablecoin-wars-expert-says/

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Exploring the Controversial Connections Surrounding TrueUSD and Justin Sun’s Shell Companies

In the digital age, cryptocurrencies have gained significant popularity, revolutionizing the way we perceive and utilize currency. Among these digital assets, TrueUSD stands out as a stablecoin that aims to maintain a stable value by pegging it to the US dollar. However, a recent tweet by Adams Cochran has shed light on some intriguing and potentially controversial connections surrounding TrueUSD and the renowned entrepreneur Justin Sun.

Read more: https://www.complaintbox.tv/controversial-connections-true-usd/

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How the Murder Crumbles (Cookie Shop Mystery: Book 1) by Debra Sennefelder

Publisher: Crooked Lane Books Date of publication: June 20th, 2023 Genre: Cozy Mystery, Mystery, Contemporary Series: Cookie Shop Mystery How the Murder Crumbles—Book 1 Purchase Links: Kindle | Audible | B&N | WorldCat Goodreads Synopsis: Debra Sennefelder whips up cookies and crime in a delicious new cozy series, perfect for fans of Joanne Fluke and Peg Cochran. Wingate, Connecticut, is…

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A Deadly Dedication by Margaret Loudon -- Book Review

 Happy Wednesday!  A Deadly Dedication by Margaret Loudon takes readers back to Upper Chumley-on-Stokes.  Check out my forthright review of the 4th tale in An Open Book Mysteries.  Happy Reading!

https://bibliophileandavidreader.blogspot.com/2023/08/a-deadly-dedication-by-margaret-loudon.html

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Cranberry Cove Mysteries

When Monica Albertson comes to Cranberry Cove - a charming town on the eastern shore of Lake Michigan - to help her half-brother Jeff on his cranberry farm, the last thing she expects to harvest is a dead body.

It seems that Sam Culbert, who ran the farm while Jeff was deployed overseas, had some juicy secrets that soon prove fatal, and Jeff is ripe for the picking as a prime suspect. Forming an uneasy alliance with her high-maintenance stepmother, Monica has her hands full trying to save the farm while searching for a killer. Culbert made plenty of enemies in the quaint small town...but which one was desperate enough to kill?

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Murder She Reported, by USA Today bestselling author Peg Cochran

Murder She Reported, by USA Today bestselling author Peg Cochran

Manhattan, 1938. Tired of being trapped in the gilded cage of her family’s expectations, Elizabeth Adams has done what no self-respecting socialite would think to do: She’s gotten herself a job. Although Elizabeth’s dream is to one day see her photographs on the front page of the Daily Trumpet, for now she’s working her way up as the newsroom’s gal Friday.

But fetching coffee isn’t exactly her…

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What's the best book cover of July? Take the poll to let us know! VOTE NOW

The nominees are:

The Red by Tiffany Reisz Kiss My Boots by Harper Sloan Heroine Worship by Sarah Kuhn Love and Other Hot Beverages by Laurie Loft Royal Enchantment by Sharon Ashwood Just the Thing by Marie Harte Contingency Plan by Robyn Bachar Sowed to Death by Peg Cochran Some Kind of Hero by Suzanne Brockmann In 27 Days by Alison Gervais

[redbarn1995]

Maybe 2022 is the year of reunions 🫂 ❤

[onekisstotakewithme]

Behind the scenes: 1, 8, 15, 18?

Neeks!!! 💜🥰

What was the first fandom and/or pairing that you wrote fic for?

It was for Lost, for a rare pair that had like maybe two fics on ff.net (and it's absolutely terrible, I wrote it when I was thirteen!). Fun fact, it's actually still on my ff.net profile. I'm too nostalgic to delete it.

8. Do you listen to music while you write? If so, share a song that’s been inspiring you lately.

I either listen to music constantly when I write or I need to write in absolute silence, it doesn't logic to me either. But a song that's been inspiring me lately is probably "White Hot" by Tom Cochrane.

15. A Hollywood producer tells you that they want to film just one of your fics. Which fic would you want it to be?

Aaaaaas if the answer could really be anything but "ye who are weary, come home". I mean is anyone really telling me that they don't want to watch a MASH reunion? (Just kidding, but I want to watch it.)

18. What is a line/scene you’re really proud of? Give us the DVD commentary for that scene.

Oh boy. This is a tricky one... but a good question nonetheless. (Brain... shutting... down...)

I think I'll put this under a 'read more' so I don't bombard people with analysis ;)

I guess a scene I'm particularly proud of is I guess the confession/triad getting-together scene, so spoilers for 'ye who are weary come home":

Peg and BJ exchange a look.

“Hawkeye,” Peggy says gently, “We wanted to talk to you about us.”

Hawkeye swallows hard, not sure if he’s heard correctly. “About… us?”

“About you and me and Peggy,” BJ says. “And… what we all mean to each other.”

This is the first bit, I really liked having Peg taking the lead (because she's been nudging BJ here the whole time, she's the one who said they could do this!).

“Hawkeye,” BJ says softly, his expression tender. “Hawk. I love you.”

Hawkeye blinks, and it takes a second to sink in. The affection in BJ’s voice sends fissures through him that threaten to crack open at the slightest pressure. “What?”

“God,” BJ laughs a little, tinged with hysteria, shaking his head, and the world is upside down and backwards because BJ- BJ can’t, not with Peggy right here- “I’ve wanted to say that for so long. I love you, Hawkeye Pierce.”

“But… but��Peggy,” Hawkeye says, a little helplessly, turning to her, not expecting the tenderness on BJ’s face to be mirrored on hers. It stuns him.

“That’s the funny thing, darling,” she says, and smiles, though she looks close to tears. “I’m in love with you too.”

Here it is!!! The moment of truth!!! And Hawk's reverence for the Hunnicutt marriage means he can't quite believe that they want him - he turns to Peg because he doesn't want BJ throwing her over for him.

“I- I don’t-” Hawkeye stammers, afraid of what he's done. “Y-You two love each other.”

“Yes,” Peggy says patiently, “And you, darling. You’ve seen Singin’ in the Rain, haven’t you? Did Don love Cosmo less for loving Kathy?”

This was in my notes from Day 1. I always wanted there to be a SITR reference in this fic, and this was just. the perfect spot for it.

And the truth spills out, a truth Hawk has carried wound around his heart for five years. “Beej, it’s- it’s always been you. And I’m sorry, I-”

“Don’t be,” BJ cuts him off. “God, don’t you know? You saved me that first day, Hawk. I- I always thought Peg was the one who got me through but- but you did too.”

This makes Hawk flinch, and he turns to Peggy, afraid of what her reaction will be.

“I never meant...” he says, tears welling up anew, “Peggy, I swear-”

“Shh, darling,” she says, brushing a tear from his cheek. “I know.”

“Nothing happened-”

“I know.”

As much as i know "BJ and Hawk getting together in Korea with Peg's permission" is an old standard, I very much wanted Hawkeye to assure her that no, nothing happened between them, because again, he reveres their marriage so much!

“I can’t…” he trails off, looking between them, because to love them is the best thing he’s ever done- but it’s also the most dangerous. “ We can’t.”

“Who says?”

“The law. I- I can’t ask you to do this,” Hawkeye says, horrified. “You can’t risk your whole lives for me.”

“Hawkeye,” Peggy says patiently. “We know the risks.”

“Then you know what loving me means.”

“We do,” BJ says. “And this is worth it, if you’ll have us.”

“I-If I’ll have you,” he repeats. “If I’ll have you?”

“Hawkeye.” Peggy takes his hand. “Darling, BJ and I already decided that this is worth it, that every… every risk is worth it. But it’s up to you to take it.”

“And what about Erin?”

“We’ll talk to Erin,” BJ says.

“But-”

“Hawkeye, we could hash out every single detail right now,” Peggy says. “Or we could figure it all out later. We have time.”

Hawkeye looks between them, feels his heart crack open, and all he can do is stammer, “You stand to lose a lot by loving me.”

“Maybe,” Peg says.

“But the way we see it,” BJ says, taking his other hand, “we stand to gain a lot more.”

This. This right here is my triad manifesto. It isn't always going to be safe - it's a hell of a risk - but it's worth it and they CAN be happy. It's not going to be easy, but it will be love.

And Hawkeye feels the last piece of himself that he’s been missing since Korea – the last piece of home – fall perfectly into place.

I mean c'mon. Home is his dad and home is the Hunnicutts and I think the best answer for him is having people who knew him before AND during the war.

Thank you, this commentary is probably a bit silly.