Laudna has never been particularly good at waiting.
Ah, ah, ah! Wait until after dinner, Little One, her mother would say with a fond smile when Laudna would try to sneak sweets in the afternoon, grabbing with all the gumption and confidence of a six year old.
Gods, at least put on some shoes! Her father would call after her when she would speed out of the house barefoot, crossing the farmland and into the woods, desperate to find more crafting materials.
When the letter came that she and her family were cordially invited to a great feast at the castle of Lord and Lady Briarwood, she was excited.
She remembers it felt like sitting on pins and needles the entire day leading up to the feast.
She remembers the night before as she sat by candlelight, fingers twitching with nervous energy as she braided and unbraided her long brown hair. Anything to do something, to release the energy bubbling inside.
She remembers the first time the darkness came. How she fought back against the ravens begging for her to slumber. How she never rested. Couldn’t. She had no patience for it. Something in her knew this wasn’t right, that she was meant for something more, something greater.
She remembers waking up swinging gently in the breeze. How she struggled and clawed at the rope around her neck.
Death is but a waiting game, Delilah whispers into her ear now as she’s surrounded by the ever-darkness once more.
No, Laudna has never been particularly good at waiting.
But she’s played this game before.
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Adventures in the American health care system: So my employer changed insurance companies this year, which is of course always a hassle. New Insurer sent a letter saying they do not cover Humalog, the bolus insulin I was on, but I could switch to Novolog or Fiasp. Fine, whatever, I had to switch from Novolog to Humalog when the previous insurer canceled their friendship with Novolog and I actually like Novolog better. So, saw my endocrinologist last Thursday and she put in the Novolog prescription. Comes Sunday, and the prescription is still "processing" at the pharmacy so I call and find out they are "waiting on approval." Turns out New Insurer is demanding a Prior Authorization.
For insulin.
For a type 1 diabetic patient.
For the specific brand of insulin THEY TOLD ME TO GET.
*smackhead*
Meanwhile, I am halfway through my last insulin pen and sending frantic messages and phone calls to the pharmacy and the doctor to get that PA processed so I can avoid rationing my insulin and, y'know, not die.
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I hope that you are recovering well mute. I know at times it might not seem like it but you have a lot of people that care about you.
Hope you feel better. If I could make you homemade soup I would, get better soon. And make sure you get plenty of bed rest don’t want you pulling any stitches or having to go back to the hospital.
I can sit up now (sorta) and am allowed to now walk to the front door and back on my own (gotta get my body to not hate me lmao)
And i know thank you, lovely :)♡
I am able to stay awake longer than a few hours at a time now too since my meds are getting spaced out further and further and my body isn't as shakey but alas my art isnt on the up and ups yet woop
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