#Chronic ill truths

[sapphic-moon-child]

Chronically Ill Truths

Fibromyalgia

Larissa x Wife!Reader

Chronically Ill Truths

Fibromyalgia - Larissa x Reader

Chronically Ill Truths

Fibromyalgia - Larissa x Reader

It was truly the worst time of year for you. The warm summer days that eased your joints in the early sun were fading and the chill of fall was setting in. You knew a flair was coming on when you went to bed the night before, but when you woke up it was so much worse. You kept a bin next to the bed for bad pain days, and today was no exception. Rolling over your joints ached and cracked as you're swollen hands quickly reached for the bin. Retching almost painfully, you felt your hair being moved from your face and a soft hand rubbing circles on your back. Once you were finished the bin was removed from your shaking hands and taken care of quickly. You could hear the water running in the tub and the smell tea followed.

“Come darling, let's try to get a head of this and ease the symptoms while the needs kick in.” Larissa said sweetly, handing you your purple cane and helping to steady you on your feet. This woman was your rock, and you loved her. When you first came to Nevermore as an English teacher you only had mild symptoms, now 5 years later you were happily married to Larissa and together you co-taught your classes allowing you to still work and enjoy your passion even with your disability. The worst of your symptoms started two years ago, it was just a lot of swelling and aches. Now it was full blown flair ups, that sometimes lasted for days and on the rare occasion a week or more.

When a bad flare would start, Larissa would help start an IV of fluids to help ease your symptoms and push Your meds if you needed them. She was insistent that she learned how to do it, so that you could have them at home instead of the hospital. After a soak in the hot epsom salt bath and a cup of ginger tea she helped you dress in something comfortable and settled you back in bed. Starting one of your IVs she asked if you wanted some pain meds to help, you nodded and were grateful for her help and dedication. “Riss, I think I'm going to need my compression wraps” you told her, admitting defeat to the hell they were. She handed them to you and prepped your meds before pushing them through your IV and flushing it. After getting one leg wrapped in the tight compression wrap, you were exhausted. Handing her the other she took it without complaint and wrapped your other leg for you. The relief was worth the trouble of these stupid things, but you didn't care right now. “Can I have some Zofran please?” You asked, still feeling nauseous. She gave you a quick kiss and retrieved the minty tasting pill for you before placing it on your tongue to dissolve. After she did she set the flow rate on your IV and climbed into bed next to you. It only took about 5 minutes before you were so tired you couldn't hold your eyes open anymore. The fatigue set in and you easily succumbed to it.

When you woke it was midday and Larissa was gently stroking your cheek. “Hello darling, I brought you something to eat. It's time for some more meds too. You noticed she replaced your IV bag with a new one and it was on a very slow drip. Smiling, you thanked her and ate as much as you could of the cheese on toast and tomato soup she made you. “I have your pain meds as well as some anti inflammation meds and some more Zofran for you if you want it. I noticed you were perking in your sleep a bit too so I grabbed your spasm medication too.” She set the different syringes of meds down on your nightstand as she sat on the edge of the bed. “What would I do without you? You could have fallen in love with someone normal, and instead here you are taking care of me.” She almost looked hurt at your words. “Darling I married you because I love you, that means all of you. Good, bad and ugly.” You leaned forwards and gave her a soft kiss before settling back on the pillows again as you watched her push your meds again and flush your IV for you.

The day went on with lots of love and patience from your wife. You were blessed that she was compassionate with you, always making sure if you needed her she was there for you. You dropped your mobility aids and she would pick them up without question. And even during the night she would feel you start to get up and would wordlessly come around to your side of the bed and help you to your feet. She never complained, you hated how much like a burden you felt. She would just scoff and give you a kiss and tell you how much she loved you and that you were never a burden to her.

One of the things you most loved was how much she came to bat for you with your doctors, none of them seemed to take you seriously thinking you were just another drug seeker. She would tear each one a new one and bring your medical binder to slam in their faces if need be. She kept a detailed record of everything for you, calming her own anxieties in doing so keeping it all put together as fine as her updo. One doctor made the mistake of telling you on one of your bad days that it was all in your head and to try meditation. That was a mistake. “You mean to tell me that the pain, tears, swelling of her joints and other various symptoms are just a figment of her imagination? Well if that’s the case I’d rather like to take my stiletto to your ass and see how you think that imagination feels!” you still giggle over the memory of that poor doctor's face when Larissa was done with him. She could be down right scary when it came to the ones she loved. She was your lover, protector, wife, and blessed caregiver, and you loved her with everything you had in you.

Your students were also very loving and compassionate to you, they were always eager to help around the classroom and stay after class to help you prep if you needed it. You and Larissa thought of them like your own and had become mother figures to most of them. Your disability and adversity to it was the reason one particular girl came to you and Larissa with her own issues showing signs of the same chronic disease that plagued you. When you found out she had worthless parents, Larissa and yourself were determined to make sure Amara got the care she needed so she could thrive. When the diagnosis came back true, she cried and cried. That was when she told you she had lived with the pain for six years, her parents accusing her of attention seeking. Larissa made sure her medicine was picked up like clockwork every month personally and she had your cell numbers if she needed you anytime day or night.

There were a few times she was unable to go to class and would spend time in Larissa’s office doing make up work or homework under a heated blanket with a cup of hot cocoa. The girl thrived after she was given the help she needed. Her grades improved and she graduated in the top of her class, that was two years ago now. She stayed at nevermore as a dark arts teacher, and when she got married to a lovely gorgon boy a few months ago, her own parents decided they wouldn’t be attending. She didn’t mind though, because she walked down the aisle with pride having both of you on her arms guiding her and giving her away. This is what love was. This was acceptance. She was so worried that she would have a flair the day of the celebration and wouldn’t be able to enjoy it, you remember it like it was yesterday. Kneeling down to her eyes where she sat, you spoke softly.

“Your disability doesn’t define you, anyone who thinks it does can go to hell. You are strong and just as able as any other girl, your mum and I will be there with you and will hold you up if we need to, just like we did when you walked the stage at your graduation. You will never be alone my love, you have us to lean on when your own feet can’t hold you up.”

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[rollingblakely]

They don't expect us to laugh with a body that aches.

They don't expect us to dance with a past like ours.

But we do.

We laugh, full-bellied and defiant.

We wear joy like war paint.

This joy?

It's earned.

[lem0nademouth]

i wish we were better at holding two truths at once in the disability community. medical bigotry results in a lot of suffering AND medical deception is a bigger problem now than it ever has been. professional diagnosis has a lot of barriers to entry AND self diagnosing can do a lot more harm than good. a lot of doctors suck AND a lot of doctors are amazing. not everyone needs or wants a cure AND a lot of people would have an improved quality of life if their illness was cured. western medicine isn’t perfect AND “natural” remedies are not evidence based (and are potentially dangerous). disability is complex and our conversations should be too.

[basilpaste]

i have a personal hc i never really share where mira is some manner of chronically ill. it fuels how she feels incapable of her task, how she doesnt feel like euphrasie made the right choice by blessing her. shes not strong enough, shes not good enough, how could someone like her save the world?

being chronically ill is being forced to be stagnant. and even if she loves who she is without changing, she still feels unworthy.

[dosesofcommonsense]

Just like RFKjr has described.

Big Pharma, Big Farma, Big Food, and Big Pesticide working together (cause they’re owned by the same people) to create lifelong, medicinally dependent customers and numbers.

[kindred-spirit-93]

ah yes

playing my favourite game of "why are my insides tormenting me?": stress, gastrointestinal infection, intolerance to something, probably ibs, cramps, cancer god forbid, dehydration, stress, gut bacteria shenanigans, hunger, the plague (long covid), stress....

[sangre]

can't stand somebody who never complains. Complain!!!! for the love of god, You're ruining it for the rest of us!

[im-lost-in-ikea]

nothing's funnier than thinking about the things you said while having a migraine while in the post drone silly phase. man I yelled at so many people today. I have no regrets.

[thek1ngtalks]

Some backstory info/your inspiration/or what drove you to writing Mountain To No One?

Also, why that title specifically?

Gimme some TNE crumbs here.

I have been really patient in waiting for chapter 3 y'know... 🥲

okokok I have been WAITING for an ask like this

warnings!!! Spoilers! For the end of The Novel's extra and stuff under the cut! also i yap. SOOOOO much. (+bonus drawings to beg for ur forgiveness TT)

so backstory? I finished the novel and lost my fucking mind at the ending. I was GUTTED that such a small group of people remembered Hajin and that Suho wasn't one of them despite LITERALLY FINDING OUT HIS WORLD IS A NOVEL AND HAJIN IS GOD !!! like that is canon! and yet! he doesn't get to remember him! i felt wronged.

My inspiration hit me in the middle of the night in which i wrote two simple sentences before falling asleep.

There's a number on his smartwatch that leads to nowhere. Suho's gotten in the habit of texting it throughout his day. Today, it texted back.

"k1ng, isn't that just the description of MTN?" why yes, yes it is. because i was NOT gonna make a new summary when the original inspiration worked so well

And for what drove me to actually continue writing it when I had (literally) a dozen other ideas for TNE fanfics?

Not sure, actually. I just kinda got inspired, wrote another hundred words and it sort of grew from there. Then i had to make a outline for what I wanted from the story and the ORIGINAL plan was for 2-3 chapters in total of a quick, sweet reunion.

Then I wrote 7k words for the first chapter and 14k for the second. You can see where that went down the drain.

So, to summarize, 1) Finished the novel, hated the ending. 2) Wrote a prompt I ended up liking. 3) Got WAY too deep into it to stop

The title... the title... well originally the title was Mountain to Nowhere. Super similar to Mountain to No One, right? WRONG. Mountain to Nowhere was just a name that sounded nice, felt vaguely interesting and was easy to remember (it's also why i shorthand it to MtN instead of MtNO, it's what i called it in the drafting phase).

Mountain to No One, though, that's different. It doesn't roll off the tongue as easily, implies something FAR different than 'nowhere' and honestly felt more meaningful to me.

I might sound pretentious (if I haven't already) but when I write 'No One', I think of it like the myth of Odysseus. He used the name Outis (Nobody or No One) so i just kinda nabbed it, figuring someone might make the connection one day. I fr thought, "Oh i am COOKING" because i did basic comparisons between two morally ambiguous heroes with hidden identities and (questionably) good intentions. Kim Hajin and Odysseus. but i mean, i wasn't wrong. i was kinda cooking with that one

So 'No One' refers to Kim Hajin. The title essentially means 'Mountain to Kim Hajin' which is why it felt more meaningful than 'mountain to nowhere' which did NOT have that background when i thought it up

IM SO SORRY IT'S BEEN 7 MONTHS. i know, i know. seven months! IM SORRY. im also sorry for yapping. but im offering a few drawings as repayment and this week im officially posting teasers for the new chapter (which should go out by halloween! (hopefully)) so i hope u forgive me anon

[aintgonnatakethis]

whenever i see the view of 'always be 100% honest with the medical professionals providing you with healthcare' i just... how much privilege do you have to have to not see the pitfalls with that statement?

i understand 'always tell first responders what drugs you've taken'. but when it comes down to trans healthcare or people who're disabled or have "scary" mental health conditions. do you really think being honest the entire time is safe?

[sapphic-moon-child]

Chronic Illness / Disability Masterlist

So after seeing @weemssapphics post about what its really like to experience a chronic illness and it be depicted in a fiction. So after much thought and a conversation with the ever lovely @cissyenthusiast010155 I introduce to you the start of a new series that I’m calling Chronic illness and Disability truths. These will be a series of fictions based around the reader having a range of different Illnesses and disabilities. If you would like a story written with a specific Chronic Illness, disability or ailment please ask and I will do my best to make it come to life. There will be a lot of work going into what it’s like day to day from real people. Being a SpoonieSurvivor and a Hidden illness warrior and advocate this is something that is big to my heart and needs appropriate representation. Much love to all of you! - Red

Coming soon! *Will update links as we go*

Arthritis - Larissa x Reader

Cancer - Larissa x Reader

Asthma - Larissa x Daughter!Reader

Chronic Migraines - Larissa x Marilynn x Reader

Cystic Fibrosis - Larissa x Daughter!Reader

Diabetes - Larissa x Reader

Cluster Headaches - Brienne of Tarth x Reader

Fibromyalgia - Larissa x Wife!Reader

Depression - Brienne of Tarth x Reader

POTs - Larissa x Wife!Reader

Chronic Pain Disorder - TDB

Autism - TBD

Hearing Loss - TDB

OCD - TDB

Chronic Fatigue - TBD

[rollingblakely]

I drank water.

I took my meds.

I spoke gently to myself.

I called that power.

I called that rebellion.

Healing doesn’t always roar—

sometimes it just hums,

soft and steady

beneath the chaos,

and still changes everything.

[introvertedx10]

Well damn

[sophiethewitch1]

chapter 7 is done! we just need it beta read and then shes off to the races boys!!!

[punkwhenihavethespoons]

Let's play 2 truths and a lie with how fucked up this week's been:

1. I had to explain to my dorm supervisor that I was not smoking, but that my heat pad had in fact caught on fire in the microwave

2. I went to campus health because I think I dislocated my hip (and I'm starting to suspect I'm hypermobile)

3. I caught a cold from my roommate right before midterms and I feel super shitty because my POTS symptoms were already flaring up

answer below

#2 is the lie. I called campus health and they told me that they weren't sure what they could do for me but I should definitely come in, which translates to we can't help you but we'll make you pay out of pocket to be told that in person. fuck that

[dosesofcommonsense]

RFKjr on COVID deaths in the US.

What does America have that the other two countries do not?

- A corrupt BigPharma group pushing these mRNA shots.

- A corrupt FDA approving the Nuremberg violations

- Corrupt lifelong Beaurocratic appointments working on gain of function research in foreign countries using US taxpayer dollars because bioweapon creation in the US is illegal.

- A corrupt media guilt tripping people for not getting “Harmacy care”

- A corrupt food industry poisoning Americans and helping BigPharma gain lifelong patients