#hyperglycemic

[johniac]

SciTech Chronicles. . . . . . . . .Mar 28th, 2025

[meebkinurbestie]

Who let me write a My Singing Monsters AU? 😭

[earlsgrey]

i woke up today and it was so dark and it was like the very air had shifted and i just knew. SAD is coming and she’s coming fast

[diabetescontrol1]

Understanding Hyperglycemia Dangers, Symptoms, and Treatments

[xunyi1984]

Inherited metabolic diseases (IEM/IEMs) refer to a group of diseases caused by genetic defects in enzymes, receptors, transmembrane transporters, neurotransmitters and their related cofactors, which are composed of polypeptides or proteins necessary for the normal metabolism of the body. IEM diseases include a group of genetic defects that affect the metabolic pathways of the human body. This is caused by defects in genes that produce enzymes or cofactors, which are essential in many biochemical reactions and are crucial for the normal function of organs and energy production to maintain good health. The lack of a certain enzyme will lead to blocked biochemical reactions, which may lead to the accumulation of toxic substances (substrates) and a decrease in the ability to produce essential compounds (products), thereby interfering with the normal function of organs (such as the brain, nerves, liver, heart, eyes, muscles, bones or other organs).

The postulated pathogenesis of diabetes caused by IEM includes three mechanisms: 1) accumulation of toxic substances in glands, destroying the structure and normal function, 2) interference with the energy supply required for hormone synthesis, and 3) complex molecular defects. The differential diagnosis of IEM associated with hyperglycemic ketoacidosis and diabetes mellitus includes: organic acidemias, especially propionic acidemia, methylmalonic acidemia, isovaleric acidemia, hereditary hemochromatosis, ceruloplasmin deficiency, holocarboxylase synthetase deficiency, beta-ketothiolase deficiency, and finally cystinosis, Rogers syndrome (thiamine-responsive megaloblastic anemia), and congenital disorders of glycosylation type Ia.

[punchtheclockonthenightstand]

I thought

I thought everyone woke up from a dead sleep at 2am nauseous and feeling like death and had to eat a spoon full of peanut butter so they stopped feeling like throwing up if they didn't eat the 8pm peanuts or cheese slice

But no apparently the rest of the planet can like make it more than 6 hours without their blood glucose crashing into "I'm dead" levels or something

Forgot I'm hypoglycemic just thought everyone had to eat peanut butter constantly

[2soft2sensitive]

y’all I went to check out a new restaurant in town that my stupid townie group recommended and like. look at this abomination before god

they put an entire slice of cheesecake on this stack of pancakes, smothered it in strawberry sauce and maple syrup, and then, because that isn’t enough, they hit it with the reese’s pieces

[savageboar]

chubby emu videos are teaching me that toxicology should be a mandatory class to graduate high school

[publicabsent]

@downspirals: bear presses a gentle kiss to the top of nettie's head. seeing her in the morning like this is such a treat. he hasn't gotten used to her spending the night yet. "good morning, babe." his voice is still a little rough, because for once, he actually slept. "want coffee?"

with the kiss to her head, she cannot stop the sleepy, lopsided grin that crosses freckled features. her curls are wild, mussed by sleep. all of this -- the closeness, the affection, the gentle nature of it all, it's so new. she wasn't sure for some time how she might receive these things. however, at least this time, she simply wraps her arms around him, burying her face against his chest. "mm -- morn-ning." a pause, soaking in the proximity. "m'n-not a ... a c-cof-ffee p-person. th-than-nks, th-though."

[wellhealthhub]

Diabetes Ketoacidosis: An In-Depth Exploration of its Complexities, Symptoms, Treatment, and Preventive Strategies

This comprehensive and detailed discourse endeavors to furnish a profound understanding of diabetes ketoacidosis, a profoundly intricate and acute complication of diabetes. It delves into multifarious aspects of this condition, encompassing its intricate symptomatology, exhaustive diagnostic methodologies, sophisticated treatment modalities, and comprehensive preventive measures. Through the…

[coldflasher]

#cait going into hibernation because she skipped lunch omg (via @holycafe)

STOP this has me absolutely cackling omg

the comedic potential is unmatched. team flash are at S.T.A.R labs working hard to resolve the latest crisis. they've been at it for hours and everyone's getting real hangry, especially barry and caitlin, so cisco's like "OKAY time out. let's pause for lunch. i'm going to breach to that new burrito place in the city centre, please try not to kill each other before i get back"

he comes back 20 minutes later with food like "sorry guys, there was a li---oh for the love of god" because barry's passed out at his desk, faceplanted cisco's keyboard and somehow managed to hack an ARGUS database with his face; meanwhile caitlin is either dead or hibernating and cisco will be spending the rest of his afternoon thawing her out with a hairdryer

i know it was his show and all but it's sooo boring that the flash gave us all this info about how barry's powers affect his biology and yet did not do a single thing for the other metas outside of the cool shit they can do with their powers, so i've decided it's my new headcanon that in contrast with barry, who has to eat significantly more to compensate for all the energy he burns while running, caitlin has an incredibly slow metabolism due to her low body temperature. she often forgets to eat because of this, and instead of sleeping, she goes into a torpor-like state to conserve energy. bonus points if she does it with her eyes open because it's creepier and therefore sick as fuck. imagine cisco walking into the cortex and the motion detector lights are off so he assumes he's alone, until the lights come on and caitlin is sat at her desk, staring straight and unblinkingly ahead like a doll in a horror movie, with an almost undetectably slow pulse, pale and unresponsive as a corpse, and----cisco, why are you screaming, she's fine

[diminuel]

Doflamingo would find ANYTHING about Crocodile hot. Crocodile could be enjoying a snack at a Warlord meeting, satiate Doflamingo's blatent curiosity with a quiet "I'm hyperglycemic", just to hear "that's HOT!" yelled over Sengoku's briefing.

*lol*

(Up to you if Doflamingo's successfully annoying his way into Crocodile's pants.)

[alotofpockets]

Highs and lows | Lia Wälti x Sister!Reader

Warnings: Reader is a type 1 diabetic and experiences both hypo- and hyperglycemic events. I hope all the medical talk is right!

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One of the things you loved to do outside of football, was going on walks with some of the girls on your team. When you and your sister Lia made the move to London, you had found a second family in your Arsenal teammates. The friendships you made here went beyond the pitch, and you were forever grateful to have gotten a place amongst them.

Today you were joined by Lia, Steph, Viv, Beth, and Leah. As well as Myle and Calvin, the dogs were both running around the park as the rest of you were talking. 

“Oh hi Myle girl, do you want me to throw the ball?” The dog had dropped the tennis ball into your lap, so you got up to play with her. You made a quick stop to grab your water bottle before you ran back to the dogs. Myle had so much energy, so she kept running up and down the field, while Calvin stayed closer to your side. You throw the ball for Myle again, but your vision goes blurry right after. You knew the feeling all too well, and sat down slowly. Calvin moved closer to you and started barking. Steph looked up at the sudden loudness from her dog, who usually is rather quiet, and notices you on the grass. 

“Hey Lia”, Steph didn’t even have to finish her sentence, the tone of her voice told Lia enough, she looked over to you and rushed to your side when she saw you were on the ground.

“I'm here.” She reaches for your hand, while reaching for her phone with the other. She taps the device to the patch on your arm, letting it read your glucose levels. You had been diagnosed with diabetes type 1 when you were a kid, so the symptoms were very familiar to your sister, and to the team now as well. “It’s low.” By now she didn't even have to tell you what she was going to do, as she was with you for a lot of your highs and lows. She grabs a juice box out of her bag, and tells you to drink up.

“Here, lean into me.” You heard Leah's voice behind you. Her hands on your shoulders guided you into her. The girls knew that there was nothing they could do for you, and that they would just have to wait for your glucose levels to get back up, but that didn't mean that they wouldn't try to make it as comfortable for you as possible. 

Slowly but surely you started feeling better, the blurred vision faded, and you felt a little stronger again. While you had gotten used to the hypo- and hyperglycemic events, they were still a little scary to experience, because you'd never know when one would be more severe.

“Come on, let's get you home.” Lia extends her hands to you, after you let her know you were ready to get up. Once you were up, she hugged you tight, always a little scared of the events herself. 

“Why don't you come to our place?” Beth offers, “We live closer, you can rest there.” You agreed instantly, the less you had to walk right now the better. Back at Beth and Viv’s place you find yourself slowly drifting to sleep cuddled into Viv’s side, with Myle on your chest. 

You’re woken up by the smell of one of your favourite dishes lingering in the air. “Hey, how are you feeling?” Viv asks when she notices that you were awake again. “Good enough for that delicious meal Lia is cooking up.” The girl you’re still laying against chuckles, “Ah good, you’re back.”

You looked around the room to find Leah, Steph, and Calvin had left the home, while Lia was in the kitchen with Beth. Though, you knew your sister did all the cooking, because Viv always loved to tell you how bad of a chef Beth really was. You got up and joined the rest for dinner.

The next few days your blood sugar levels didn’t have any major spikes, there was the occasional high and low, but nothing that wasn’t quickly fixed. 

On game day you were rushing out of the house, cause you forgot to put your alarm. You rolled out of bed, hopped in the shower, and quickly changed into your match day outfit, before you headed to your car. 

You knew it was stupid to skip meals, because it would most likely influence your blood sugar levels later on, but right now the only thought on your mind was getting to the stadium on time. Which luckily you managed to do, you headed into the locker room where everyone was about ready to start warming up. After quickly putting on your cleats, and your training kit, you followed the team out.

“Everything alright?” Your sister asked as she put her arm on your shoulder to warm up her legs. You nod, “I overslept. Forgot to set my alarm, but I’m all good.” You continue warming up together, before running some drills with the rest of the girls. 

On the pitch everything was going great until it wasn’t. You felt very shaky, and were sweating more than during a regular game. Trying to push the feelings aside only worked for a few minutes, with one tackle you were on the ground, and your body fully gave into the high blood sugar. Both Lia and the medics came rushing your way.

“You need to check her glucose levels.” Your sister instructed. The medic already had a phone in their hand to tap it to your patch. “We’ve got her Lia, don’t worry.” The phone quickly gave the glucose levels, and showed they were very high. 

“I’m going to give you an insuline shot, to get your levels down quickly.” You simply nodded, not caring how they would lower your blood sugar, as long as you would stop feeling this way. After the shot, your body started slowly feeling stronger again. The medics walked you off the field, and sat you down on the bench. Steph sat down next to you, and you leaned into her side. She took the bag of nuts the medical assistant handed over, and opened the bag for you. 

When the halftime whistle blew you headed into the locker room, while Steph went to warm up with the rest of the bench. 

“What happened?” Your sister’s worried voice rang out the moment you sat down. She didn’t even let you answer the first question, before she continued. “Why didn’t you say something sooner? You know how bad it can get if you don’t treat your highs and lows on time.” 

“Since I was in a hurry this morning I kind of forgot to have breakfast. I swear I was going to eat something when I got here, but you were all ready to warm up, so I forgot in the rush again.” You knew that skipping meals wasn’t good for your glucose levels, and you really didn’t do it on purpose, and you needed Lia to know that. “I should’ve said it sooner, but it was almost half time. I thought I would be alright until then.”

Lia uncrossed her arms, and the angry facade fell. “Please don’t ever scare me like that again!” She sat down and put her arm around you, happy to know that you were alright again. You listened to Kim and Leah discuss the tactics for the second half of the game, and made your way back to the bench when it was time to head back again. 

The team ended up winning the match. After the second half you felt a lot better again, so you walked the victory round next to your sister, who was happy to have you properly on your feet again.

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[vagabond-umlaut]

⁙ ensnared

No matter what the world says, no matter what the world believes in, Gojo is nothing but a puny fly to the wily spider that you are. Flying headfirst into the gossamer web your skilled fingers have spun, time after time after time— The silk threads, perfectly tailored. Just for him.

▸ Gojo x Wife!Reader; Tooth-Rotting Domestic Fluff; Very Very Suggestive Themes; Nudity; Mentions of Food & A Plant Dying; Gojo calls his wife 'cookie'; Everything is fair in love and war ;) [This Fic's Rated Mature -> MDNI!!! ^_^]

▸ This is for you, Dilay! *MWAH MWAH MWAH* @roseqzpd

For all that is said about him, Gojo is a man who succumbs to only two temptations.

One:

Sweet dishes, regular intake of which will put anyone into a hyperglycemic crisis. [Good thing, he isn't just 'anyone'.]

And the other one:

You. His wife. His sweet, sweet, sweetest wife, who's currently peering up at him from his lap, wrapped in nothing except a way too tiny bath towel— however– he instructs himself the nth time since you emerged from the bathroom– you are a temptation he refuses to cave in to... just for now.

Strangely cognizant of his mind [like you are, more often than not], Gojo watches you intently stare at his lips for a full two seconds. Then repeat the request you made less than thrice today, but your husband already feels his defenses crumbling.

"'Toruuu," you whine, wrapping your arms round his neck and pressing closer, "Won't you help your wife choose a pretty outfit for today's get-together? I'm so confused... You want your wife to look the best among all the ladies there– tell me, don't you?"

"'Course, I do, cookie!" he exclaims, indignant as to how you could ever think anything otherwise— before a sudden ping! from his laptop sends him careening to the ground like a deflated balloon.

The poor man sighs. "But there's still so much work left to be done–"

"– which you can always complete once you've helped me, 'Toru," you cut him off with a pout, that slowly gathers a playful tinge as you ask, "Why are you behaving like this, though? Usually, you jump at the faintest chance to get out of paperwork. But now..."

Eyes growing comically wide, your voice sinks to a conspiratorial whisper. So worried, so cute. "Did anyone threaten to leak where your secret sweets stash is, 'Toru? If you– you know– submit these reports too late like always, eh?"

The only response your husband manages to eke out for your query is a very strained chuckle... 'cause, yeah, that's right.

Nanami promised to do exactly that– telling his very dear but having-black holes-for-stomachs students where his foreign sweets are stored– besides telling you how the white-haired man hogged ten chocolates one day despite his allowed daily two– and how your favourite star cactus didn't die from age but from him overwatering it, that week you were on a mission in France two months back– should he submit anything late ever again... But, no, wait.

You were on a foreign trip when he was given this ultimatum, and returned only last night. And Nanami promised to not tell you these yet– at least, not any time before that damned deadline's over. So, how...

"'Toruuu," Your petulant self, very adorably so, draws him away from his musings. And Gojo swears, if he wasn't losing before, he certainly is now. Your watery eyes, lower lip jutted out just the right amount and your nails leaving a delicious trail on his undercut— they've always been too strong for the world's strongest sorcerer.

Groaning, he leans forward to rest his forehead on yours. And darts his eyes to bore into yours lest they travel to your soft skin peek– NO, DON'T GO THERE. NOT NOW. PLEASE.

He huffs. "Okay, fine."

You open your mouth, probably to screech in delight, but your husband shushes you with a finger to your lips. He continues, shifting his tone to a graver timbre, "But only to help you choose your outfit– nothing else."

Lips curving into a wide smile behind his finger, your eyes gleam in terribly concealed delight. He has to actively stop himself from kissing you right then and there— there are still three mission reports left to be filed.

"And if I catch you trying to change the stream to anything else," he warns. You nestle closer into him, blinking your gorgeous eyes up at him in silent wait. A chuckle [which sounds more embarrasingly choked than anything] leaves him.

Features shifting into something brighter than a supernova, you push his finger away. And giggling, say, "You won't go easy on me— right, 'Toru?"

[In hindsight, though, Gojo thinks he should have recognised this plan to be yours.

From the way you step out the bathroom, not in your usual bathrobe but a towel... To the way you beg him to help decide your dress, in spite of knowing well how he leans towards only white or light blue choices... To the way your towel– pretty conveniently and accidentally, of course– slips lower not even ten minutes into the task...

To the soft 'Oops!' you exhale but make no move to cover your exposed chest, a mute thrill clear in the curve on your lips as you watch him watch, drink in, mentally devour the delectable sight before— your ever-present coyness nowhere to be found even as he strips you, nothing hiding you anymore from his starving gaze...

To the smug smile you're offering him now, the next day, after he's been thoroughly chewed out by Yaga for submitting his work a whopping four hours late...

Your wicked, brilliant, bewitching eyes go from him, to the mountain of empty candy wrappers on the centre table, to the empty pot of soil on the windowsill– the one that had your annoying, attention-hogging desert plant– then return to him.

A shudder runs down his spine— which doesn't take long to transform into a shiver of excitement. And a very, very warm burst of fondness right in the middle of his chest.

The man shakes his head with a laugh, 'cause—

For all that is said about him, Gojo is a man who succumbs to only two temptations.

And he'll be a fool, if he is to mess with the second– and more important of the two–

You.

His sweet, sweet, sweeter than the sweetest sweet dish, but startlingly sharp wife.]

[Also, no joke, but isn't your 'Toru insanely in love with you, even more for that?]

Gojo, some time later: My cookie is sooo smart– did ya know that, Nanamin? Hehe. Nanami: Why TF do you always hide in my office every time your wife is mad at you?

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[xunyi1984]

Association between hyperglycemic ketoacidosis, diabetes and inherited metabolic disorders IEMs

Inherited metabolic diseases (IEM/IEMs) refer to a group of diseases caused by genetic defects in enzymes, receptors, transmembrane transporters, neurotransmitters and their related cofactors, which are composed of polypeptides or proteins necessary for the normal metabolism of the body. IEM diseases include a group of genetic defects that affect the metabolic pathways of the human body. This is…

[spongebob-connoisseur]

Silly doodle while eating dates. Slappy would ask if you want a date with him then hand you a singular date (fruit)

He keeps the rest of the box for himself to eat and passes out from hyperglycemic shock