#diabetes emergency

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Cruel and Unusual Punishments (the PSA episode).

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[sapphism-and-nihilism]

Emergency: Funds Needed-PART TWO!!!  

NEVER EVER UNDERESTIMATE LIFE'S ABILITY TO GUT-PUNCH YOU WHEN YOU THINK THINGS HAVE SETTLED DOWN INTO BEING OKAY AGAIN BECAUSE THAT IS A FALSE FALSE FALSE SENSE OF SECURITY, LET ME TELL YOU TLDR: Had a cat emergency again that involved me footing a $250 emergency room bill earlier this saturday-which was basically all the money I had leftover after rent+having to get MORE insulin syringes because the ones I ordered already were being delayed in the mail, SO-LET'S TAKE THIS FROM THE TOP, ONCE AGAIN, HERE WE GO:

-My commissions are currently open Indefinitely(currently taking a break until Dec1st, but I will get to working on any that I receive throughout the month until the final week of December between adoptables): https://itaku.ee/profile/nat-cha/commissions

-I have adoptables open for flatsale-I am even currently in the process of going through my personal OC's+listing character designs that I haven't even looked at for the better part of 5years:

https://toyhou.se/Natcha-Adopts/characters/folder:625622/order:age_desc

-I have a patreon you can support me from with some tier-based perks+rewards: https://www.patreon.com/Nats_Creations

-I have a Kofi you can donate to: https://ko-fi.com/C0C36DPR

-Even if you cannot currently help me financially, spreading this around would also be VERY much appreciated

[gravelgirty]

Seriously, this is really helping us. I'm still amazed that the (famous pharmacy) is going out of business to the extent that it ran out of my ACE bandages.

[bigbutchhimbo]

please help a disabled butch get his meds!

howdy everyone, i wouldn't do this if i wasn't desperate, but due to a mistake that was out of my hands, i've lost my medicaid and have yet to get it back. i'm diabetic and have severe anxiety and depression, and i need help raising money for my meds as i can't afford them without insurance.

anything helps, i'm hoping to raise about $100 to at least get an emergency supply of most of my meds. if you can't help that way, please share and relobg this. thank you!

c: $bigbearboy

v: himbobutch

ppal: tuckerthebear

[fuzzythememe]

!!!!!

[onceandfutureclotpoll]

Title: A New Low

Author: Rosie_Rues

Rating: Teen and up Audiences

Summary: diabetic!Merlin stuck in a lift with Arthur. It grew from there.

[nova-streyart]

Been thinking of something for a while.

For context: My mom is in excruciating pain, on top of recently becoming diabetic. So much so that she can't drive, and she can barely walk. They're doing a biopsy on Monday so the doctors can make sure she doesn't have cancer. We have three cats and an elderly dog.

All this is to say, I'm opening up emergency commissions. I don't know how much it'll cost for the doctors to do the procedure, and eventually surgically remove what's causing her pain. Food costs, bills, medicine are all expensive in combination with each other.

I don't have a commissions sheet at the moment, so I apologize.

WILL DO: Anthro Character x Character

WON'T DO: NSFW Proship content

CHIBI Sketch: $3 Lineart: +$3 Flats: +$2 Cel Shading: Free Detailed Shading: +$4 Simple Background: Free Detailed Background: +$5 Extra Character: +$3

PORTRAIT Sketch: $6 Lineart: +$6 Flats: +$4 Cel Shading: Free Detailed Shading: +$8 Simple Background: Free Detailed Background: +$10 Extra Character: +$6

FULL BODY Sketch: $9 Lineart: +$9 Flats: +$6 Cel Shading: Free Detailed Shading: +$12 Simple Background: Free Detailed Background: +$15 Extra Character: +$9

[localdorkincombatboots]

Please help my family

I'm a young autistic mother of two toddlers and my boyfriend, who has stage 3 stomach cancer and recently had to have surgery on his dominate hand, take care of the kids and his mother who has alzheimers among many other conditions.

I recently lost my job and while my boyfriend just got hired as a cook, he doesn't make much more than the federal minimum wage and we desperately need help. We're behind on our rent and in addition to having two utility bills due next week, we also need $200 to pick up my bf's mother's medications that she needs to live.

Please, we have no money and if she doesn't have her insulin and heart medications, she will die. Please, please help us. Anything you can send helps so much and reblogs are extremely appreciated

P*ypal: crackerjaxx7@gmail.com

V*nmo: jayep7

C*$happ: jayep7

[nochiquinn]

this is the partner I never shut up about. his name is David. (that's Hancock the kitten on his chest.)

on 11/17, he was diagnosed with detached retinas in both eyes. this is likely due to a form of neuropathy known as diabetic retinopathy. he's having surgery on 11/22, and will require at least 3-4 weeks recovery.

this makes us effectively a one-income household until after the new year. the cost of the procedure will come later, after fist-fighting the insurance company and the anesthesiologists and everyone else. what we're looking at directly is the loss of David's wages. while the lost wages still very much are an issue, as it turns out the out-of-pocket payment is $4000. we'll be able to make it in $150 monthly payments, with interest. this is another monthly payment in a time where our household income is cut in half. short-term disability is still pending approval, and even then will only be about 60% of what he usually makes. we have to make up that shortfall somehow.

if you are feeling at all generous:

gofundme ko-fi: nochiquinn (I'll be posting WIP art and writing and little snippets of contextless writing that fall out of my brain, accessible to supporters) (there's also already a couple handfuls of free-to-use mobile wallpapers and some pokemon art in the gallery) paypal: nochisan venmo: nochiquinn redbubble teepublic

and as always there's tipping on both blog-level and individual posts. this year has kicked the absolute crap out of us and y'all's generosity has honestly been what kept us afloat. thank you, thank you, thank you.

[tzitzki]

⚠️EMERGENCY⚠️

(eng/ukr нижче)

My friend Sonya, a Ukranian student and artist currently living in Slovakia, fell into a diabetic coma last week and almost died. She was discharged from the hospital yesterday; I’m hoping to raise enough to cover her medical expenses most importantly insulin so she can stay alive!

please rt!

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Моя подруга Соня, українська студентка і художниця, яка зараз живе в Словаччині, минулого тижня впала в діабетичну кому і ледь не померла. Вчора її виписали з лікарні; я сподіваюся зібрати достатньо коштів, щоб покрити її медичні витрати, насамперед на інсулін, щоб вона могла залишатися живою!

будь ласка зробіть ретвіт!

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https://gofund.me/671a3b5a

[er-cryptid]

[saltyfilmmajor]

Right, That's the reason i didn't continue with the metformin

[rafikxyz]

I'm doing a donation campaign for my father, if you can help, I'd be very grateful to you

#gofundme

[heard-in-the-emergency-room]

Patient: I have this wound on my foot that just will not heal. It’s been there for over six months

Provider: Ma’am, I don’t mean to get off subject, but what is in your water bottle? I’ve never seen a drink that color of teal blue.

Patient: Oh, it’s Hawaiian Punch

Provider: I thought you said you were diabetic.

Patient: Well I do water it down a little.

Provider: What have your blood sugars been running?

Patient: Oh, I never check.

Provider: (stares into space and contemplates life choices)

[alarming-prism]

i think people should get paid bunches for working essential jobs like shipping and mailing because then maybe i would get my packages on time (fedex refusing to deliver my necessary medical supplies no matter how many times i call)

[faofinn]

Day 7 - First Night in Hospital

@mediwhumpmay

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 - A continuation of a prompt from Whumptober, which in itself is a continuation of a Sicktember prompt 😅

“Stay put for a minute, I need to organise a space for him. One minute, alright?”

"Just getting everything organised." He reassured. "Thank you for taking us seriously."

“I’m sorry it’s taken this long for someone to take you seriously. We’ll get this sorted now.”

"Thank you."       

Harrison turned to his husband, stroking through his son’s hair.  "I knew he wasn't well, Tai."

Tai sighed. “He’s being looked after now.”

"What if they left it too long?" He whispered over Kieran's head.

“They’ll get it sorted.”

"Yeah."

Kieran gave a quiet whine, his hands over his stomach again. He curled into his dad, trying to seek some relief. 

"You gonna be sick again, Kit?"

He nodded, his eyes wide. “My tummy hurts.”

Harrison's heart broke further, and from the look he exchanged with Tai, he wasn't alone. His husband shoved the empty bowl at them, pressing the call bell for some more. 

One of the nurses appeared a short while later. “Sorry it took so long, can I help you- oh. You poor thing. I’ll go and grab you some more bowls, two seconds.”

"Thanks." Harrison was beyond stressed, rubbing Kieran's back and muttering soft encouragement between bouts. "You're alright, Kit. It's better out than in, right?"

The nurse appeared moments later with more bowls and tissue. “Here, and let me get rid of some of these used ones, yeah?”

Kieran roughly wiped his mouth, though immediately vomited again. He made a small noise, a brief frown appearing on his face before everything happened at once. The bowl fell from his hands, tipping into his lap and he seemed to just crumple. Harrison was immediate to support him, but the worry and fear was so clear in his tone. 

"Kieran? Kit? Kit, open your eyes, please, Kit."

Tai’s stomach dropped, the fear rising. He darted for the curtains, looking around for someone to help just add the nurse reappeared. 

“I’m going to get a doctor, alright? Hold on for me.” She told them, pressing the alarm. 

Harrison kept Kieran on his side, though he was still curled into him. Kieran was still stubbornly unconscious, everything becoming so much worse as he started vomiting again. 

"Shit." Harrison whispered under his breath, shifting Kieran further over. He wiped his sons mouth, trying to clear as much as he could. This wasn't supposed to happen. Not to their family. 

When the doctor appeared, his decision was easy. “We’re going to resus now, alright?”

Harrison glanced up. "On the bed?"

“Yeah. Let’s go.”

Steve had heard the alarm, had seen it was his grandkid's room, and rushed over, meeting them as they were wheeling Kieran out. Harrison was balanced on the bed, supporting a very clearly unconscious Kieran, the pair covered in vomit. Tai was white, far clear in his face, and even the doctor's face was guarded. 

"What happened?"

Tai gravitated towards Steve, relieved to see someone else. “I don’t know. He was sick, and then sick again, and then he just went.”

"Kids can do that." He tried to convince, wrapping an arm around Tai. "It should be just a faint, just a response to all the vomiting."

“And Hars just… is Hars. He knows what he’s doing.” He mumbled, leaning against him. 

"They're looking after him. He's gonna be okay."

“Finally.” He hated this. Hated thinking about the what ifs. Hated thinking his son was stuck with the same, miserable disease he was stuck with. 

Steve pulled him in for a hug, holding him tight. "He's got all of us in his corner."

“He has. I’m just worried about him.”

As they pushed the bed into the bay, Kieran began crying, deep, whimpering sobs. Harrison's heart broke again, wrapping himself around his son, brushing through his hair.

"You're okay, it’s okay. You’re safe, dad's here, you’re okay."

Tai moved closer to his husband and his son. “We’ve got you, it’s going to be okay.”

"Daddy?" He asked quietly, whimpers breaking through. "I don't feel very well."

“I know, Kit. It’s okay, the doctors are looking after you. You’re going to be okay.”

"I want Alfie."

“He’ll come and see you later.” Tai said gently. “He’s looking after Levi now.”

"Oh. What about me?"

“We’re looking after you now.”

"But I want Alfie too."

“You can see him soon.”

Harrison hummed, his hand still in Kieran's hair. "Kit? Why don't we swap your pjs for some hospital ones? Get you nice and clean again, yeah? And they're gonna want to stick some stickers on you too."

“You’ll feel much better in clean clothes.” Tai told him gently. “Dad and I will help you, yeah?”

Kieran didn't have the energy to argue, letting them help. It didn’t stop the embarrassment though, his cheeks flushing red as he saw the mess he'd made. The panic had started to overwhelm him again, worried he'd be more than a little told off for the mess. Of course, nobody cared about it. It had been an accident and everyone knew that; it wasn't as if Kieran had asked to be that poorly. After plenty of reassurance, he was settled on the clean bed once more, leads and wires attached everywhere. 

At some point, Tai had taken a photo, dropping it in the group chat to keep everyone updated. As sick as he was, he was settled. There were a few more tears as he was cannulated, the plan to sedate and insert more stable caths when he was ready. He was started on fluids, his blood pressure so low even for a kid. Insulin eventually too, a desperate attempt to start shifting things in the right direction - he'd worsened dramatically even since they'd first been seen. 

While it was the middle of the night and he was bound to be tired, he'd only become more drowsy and irritable, and unfortunately for him, hadn't managed to entirely stop being sick.

With the help of a little sedation, they ended up getting more access, and passed an NG. He needed cranial imaging, and it was easier to manage when he was clinically as stable as he could be. And, with as much access as possible, just in case anything went south. 

It seemed to be an age, but the scans came back clear and he was on his way to the PICU. Steve followed them, and while Kieran wasn't 100% with it, he felt better for having his grandad there too.

Kieran somewhat changed his mind once they'd transferred him, calling out for Tai. In the end, he hopped up on the bed with him, hiding his fear of all the needles and wires and machines and - everything. He wasn’t there for him, Kieran needed him. With a happy noise, Kieran snuggled closer, his head on his dad's chest, his favourite place to be, listening to the beats of his heart. He was quiet for a long while, and Tai was almost certain he'd fallen asleep amidst the low hum of Harrison and Steve’s conversation. 

"Dad?"

"Mm? You alright, Kit?"

He gave a long sigh, still apparently feeling the sedation too. "Are we the same now?"

"What do you mean?"

"Because you have to take your…your antisugars."

He smiled. "My insulin, yeah. That's what's in that bag there, too. I think it's nearly 100% that we will match, though, so I'll be able to help with every single thing you need, and you can ask me anything at all."

"Promise?"

"Of course, Kit." He sighed past the lump in his throat. "You know how Daddy is a super doctor too?"

He nodded, looking up at Tai. 

"Well, when I got diagnosed with 'di-ah-bee-teas'," he sounded it out properly for Kieran. "Daddy made sure to teach me everything. Sometimes he would even do my checks for me because I was a bit of a scaredy cat! But if you need me to help, or even daddy to help too, all you're gonna have to do is ask. I'm sure even grandad Steve would do it for you, too, if you asked nicely."

Kieran managed a laugh, snuggling closer. Tai's murmuring reverberated through his chest, and the circles he was drawing on his son’s back didn’t help keep the tiredness away. It didn’t take long for him to slip into sleep, content on Tai, and protected by his entire family.