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[islenskihesturinn]

When your horse (Fjara) decides to grab that fun little wire poking out from your pocket and won’t let go despite you begging her to and then manages to damage the infusion tube juuust enough to break down the whole system 🤣

[diabeticgirl4]

Oh boy I'm getting my first bills for my diabetes supplies w my new insurance and. This is not fun lol.

[strawberryyyenthusiast]

More of my diabetic Steve verse!

Steve, who doesn’t realize that Eddie is super famous and robin who could literally not care any less.

Steve and Eddie exchange numbers and text all of the time. It takes a week for Eddie to crack and send this message:

Eddie: Please for the love of god let me take you on a date I need to wine and dine you so hard I think I might pass out

Steve obviously says yes.

Eddie takes them to a small diner because he doesn’t want to risk being seen by crazy fans who somehow always find out where he is. If Eddie is being honest, he blames twitter.

Eddie gets there to find Steve already sitting at a booth, fiddling with something on his phone. His glasses are sliding down his nose again and he is wearing a Wham! graphic t-shirt and light wash jeans. He stands up once he notices Eddie and flashes a huge grin, which causes Eddie to also smile.

They both sit down on their respective sides of the table and get comfortable, making small talk. It takes a bit, but Eddie notices that Steve has the menu pulled up on his phone and laughs.

“Doing some homework?”

Steve looks confused for a second before glancing down.

“Oh yeah! I always make sure to look at it beforehand whenever I go out to make sure that I have options depending on my blood sugar level.”

“What’s your… number, is that the correct term, now?”

Steve nods enthusiastically. “Yes! And let me check.” Steve pulls out a cute green pouch and takes out a bunch of supplies. “I just changed my CGM—“ At Eddie’s confused look, he says, “My glucose monitor. It’s not completely synced yet so I can’t rely on my pod to tell me what level I’m actually at.”

After he says that, Steve cleans his finger with an alcohol wipe, lets it dry, and then pricks his finger. He squeezes the pad of his ring finger and blood pools to the surface.

“Yikes. I’m gonna have to give myself a correction or two.”

Steve cleans up the space but leaves his pouch out, and then wraps a sparkly bandaid on his finger.

“What’s a correction?”

Eddie feels dumb. He wishes he knew more about diabetes and actually researched it before showing up to the diner with no prior knowledge.

“I just give myself a little extra insulin to make my blood sugar go down. I’m flirting with 250 right now and I really want a burger.”

—

The date passes swimmingly and the two men find themselves sitting in the same booth at the same diner, but on the same side. Their hands are intertwined and Steve wrapped up half of his meal to take home.

“I made this for you!” Steve says suddenly. He grabs a stack of stapled papers and hands them to Eddie. “I made you a ‘diabetes guide!’ Since I plan on our relationship being permanent, it would give me peace of mind if you knew what to do in case of an emergency.”

Steve begins thumbing through the packet and explaining everything, but Eddie can hardly focus.

Not with Steve clutching his hand or with him wanting their relationship to become “permanent.”

“Hey, are you okay?” Steve waves his hand in front of Eddie’s face. “I understand if this is a dealbreaker or whatever, but I just like you so much and I want to be your boyfriend as of two weeks ago.”

Eddie just blinks. Then he smiles. “We only met a week ago, Stevie.”

Steve blushes, tucks some hair behind his ear. “I know that. I just had a feeling that I would meet the one.”

“Yeah?” A pause. “Can I kiss you?”

Steve releases a breath. Puts his hand on Eddie’s cheek.

“I thought you’d never ask. I hope you don’t mind the taste of hamburger.”

Eddie laughs before lunging forward.

—

As they head back to Steve’s apartment hand in hand, Eddie tells him about his more than ordinary job. Explains what might happen when people see them together.

Steve just laughs and says, “I’ve fought literal monsters from hell, I can handle anything.”

Eddie falls more in love than he knew possible.

[eris-abomination]

Weird rant but I’m EXHAUSTED by the fact that medical supplies are either mind-numbingly clinical or literally made for children.

I’m sick of having to buy adhesive patches for my CGM that are covered in crayon scribble and unicorn patterns because all the rest are depressingly plain and I just want something colorful and FUN.

I’m sick of disabled young adults being completely overlooked by society because the stereotypes only include “decrepit elderly person” and “poor innocent child who doesn’t deserve the horrors of a disability”.

I’m sick of the idea that disabled people are incapable/undeserving of being happy and enjoying life and should just settle for a Dull Gray Existence, and if they ARE happy, then they’re an ✨amazing special inspiration✨ who’s going to constantly be put on a pedestal and infantilized to hell and back.

[thatbitchwhohyperfixates]

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[artificialstardust]

Noah x type 1 diabetic mood board

A/n: I wanted to make a mood board for my chronically ill baddies like me, I haven’t see it done before so I thought I’d do it💞

Noah dating a diabetic includes

Him researching as much as he can about it. He will text you random things he finds out to ask if they’re right or not. He wants to understand it completely to be able to help you the best he can

He keeps low snacks in his bag in case you forget to restock yours. He also keeps an extra site change if you are a pump user

He’d wake up to your CGM alarms for you and get you snacks if it was low or if you’re high he’d give you a correction so then you don’t have to get up and fool with it

He’d bring you water when your sugar is high, knowing it helps to bring it down. He’d also be happy to go on walks with you to bring it down if you asked

He gets you all your favorite foods and sweets on your diaversary (the day you were diagnosed)

If he knows you’re tired from your sugar being out of wack, he just holds you while you take a nap

Can and will beat the fuck out of anyone who gives you shit for it

Sometimes refers to you as his “sugar baby”

He randomly quotes “a little bit longer” by the Jonas brothers at you anytime you complain about something small regarding your sugar

His nightstand is STOCKED with juice boxes. He does occasionally steal one at 3 in the morning when he wakes up and is PARCHED

Gets excited when you give him a pack of gummies from your low snacks, he considers it a high honor

Sometimes he forgets that when you’re high it makes you have a short fuse so if he comes home and you’re pissed, he’ll look at the cgm share app and see what you are and go from there

If you’re on pens, he orders the pip pen needles to keep at his place so you don’t have to worry about running out of them there

He tries to be mindful about what he’s making for lunch and dinner if your sugar is high and is a pain in the ass to get it to come down (I’ve had two days like that recently) so he’d make low carb meals so it won’t effect you as much

He makes sure all of your supplies and insulin are ordered as soon as he can because he knows how stressful it can be for you when you’re on your last sensor and the new ones still aren’t there yet (example)

If you have a nasty low, he would bring you at least three snacks, two sugary ones to bring you up and a protein snack to keep you level. If it’s low enough to where you’re sweating and shaking, he makes sure that the sugary ones are juice or something since he knows it won’t take as much out of you to get them in your system, and he has a cold rag to run across your face and neck to help

[trek-tracks]

hello! I am also diabetic (type one). I’m curious if when you think of star trek or yourself in Star Trek if you imagine having diabetes still? I think either way is valid, just curious. I go back and forth trying to figure out if they would have cured it or just advanced insulin pumps to the point of being practically seamless with day to day life. For me being diabetic is so integral to my personality I kind of don’t know if I would like to think of it as being cured? It’s cool if you don’t want to answer too! Just thought I’d ask :)

This is an interesting question.

I've always thought about my type one diabetes as being solidly on the second end of the disability "spectrum," so to speak, where the first end is "this is integral to my personality and who I am, accommodate but do not 'cure' me," and the second is "this brings nothing but pain to my life, please cure me immediately."

The only accommodation that would fully make my life better, in my opinion, (which is only my opinion about my own disability), is either a functional cure (artificial pancreas) or actual cure (no machinery necessary), the latter of which I would prefer, because frankly I'm sick of wearing a pump and a cgm 24/7 and the sheer amount of waste it produces, which is not my fault because I need to live, but still weighs heavily on me (and takes up a large amount of space in my apartment). Not to mention the scheduling--this message brought to you by me being woken up at 5am by an empty insulin pump and realizing that, no, I don't seem to have any unused cartridges left, so I have to use an old one and pray that the pump accepts it while waiting for the delivery of the supplies I just now ordered, which cost $750.

When I think about a life in the Star Trek universe, I can really only think about being transferred there now, as I am, with the life I have led, and I think that's what also shapes my decision. If I had been born into the Star Trek universe, there are so many aspects of my personality that might have been different, considering I wouldn't have to worry about scarcity and affordability of, for example, housing. Instead of being a theatre critic as a second job that feeds my soul but doesn't pay the bills, I'd probably be a playwright/dramaturg/critic full time. However, I might find not having a job outside of the theatre world to be detrimental, because when people don't have lives outside of theatre, their writing tends to get smaller and more insular.

This is a digression, but what I mean is: I can only see me as I am now joining a Starfleet world, rather than trying to envision the person I would be if I'd begun my life there. I mean, I certainly wouldn't be known for making memes about Star Trek, the TV show, if Star Trek were reality instead of entertainment, so things would be different in a number of ways. I can't even think about all the ways my life could have been different in this reality without getting a headache.

In that case, I have learned a lot from being diabetic, including patience and empathy for other people, and a strong sense of social justice. I've learned a lot about food and exercise and how they affect the body. I've learned responsibility and self-management. I've made more peace with aging than many of my friends, because I've felt prematurely "old" (aches, pains, contemplation of mortality) since I was a preteen. I think I would have some form of these things without diabetes, but my worldview would likely be different. In a way, I'm grateful for these lessons, and I don't know if born-into-Star-Trek me would be insufferable.

That being said, I firmly believe that having diabetes for more than 25 years means that diabetes has taught me all about life it's going to teach me. I'm done. If I were to wake up tomorrow without it, I'd, in the words of Beyond McCoy, "throw a party." A party with plenty of cake. Or, to misquote The Voyage Home, "The doctor gave me a pill, and I grew a new pancreas!"

Now that it's part of me, its absence might leave me somewhat adrift, but I think of all the time I've lost to it where I could have been enjoying life and been allowed to be the unfettered me I desired to be, and I say, good riddance.

[pale-pastel-girl]

after a year of doing manual blood sugar checks and insulin injections, i have both my cgm and my pump running together!! i missed having my pump so much, and the lady on the phone i talked to told me i could get my supplies in fucking PINK so i obvs had to 🥰🩷🎀

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[clatterbane]

I was pretty done with everything after a hard day, with the CGM ranting last night.

It admittedly doesn't help either that I do have a tad much perfectionism going there, between the whole autism thing, the actual OCD, and spending so long misdiagnosed and sick as hell from it. Now that I do have access to the tools I need to keep the situation under control, you can bet that I've been riding that shit pretty hard. And maintaining the numbers to show for it.

Hell, my time in range through yesterday's shitshow was actually well inside of the usual target goal for T1s. That was with checking the CGM display frequently, a LOT of corrections to try and keep it range, and maybe a little too much holding off on eating.

Actually not too concerned about burning out again anytime soon under more "normal" circumstances, but yeah I get extra frustrated when stuff like this happens that makes it harder to keep up the usual tight control. It is what it is.

But, in better news: so far today, things have been looking less haywire. And I woke up with much better levels than I was expecting from last night's continuing insulin fest. Still on the higher side, but not so runaway crazy. Still waiting to see what the late brunch I just ate will do. Also planning a relatively low carb supper, just to play it safe.

Also, they were right on the ball at the endocrinology clinic this morning. A text notification was waiting when I dragged my night owl ass out of bed. The renewed prescription for Libre sensors was indeed waiting, and I got the order sent off well within business hours. So, hopefully the new supply will get shipped out pretty soon too.

Not nearly as fed up with life in general today, which is a relief. Sometimes a sleep reset really is what you need. And, I should probably get going on cutting up some veggies for that frittata in the plans.

[nochiquinn]

In November 2023, my friend and roommate Sam was diagnosed with acute lymphocytic leukemia. She was in the hospital for two months, including a week in a medically induced coma following an allergic reaction to her chemo and another week in physical rehab. Since she came home in early January they've been back at the clinic in Northside Hospital almost every day for chemo treatments and other procedures. It's been a bumpy road, dealing with medication allergies and debilitating side effects, on top of the lost muscle definition from being in a coma for a week.

Sam's husband David is now our sole regular income. His job has been very gracious in letting him work from Sam's hospital room or do split shifts when he needs to so he can drive back and forth to the hospital (an hour each way, in Atlanta traffic) so he can keep up 40-hour weeks on top of everything Sam needs. In an otherwise normal situation, that might be enough. But add in his and his daughter's diabetic supplies, treatments for his anemia and blood pressure, and having to pay Sam's insurance out of our own pocket, and it's Not Great, Bob.

We're working with hospital financial aid and other assistance orgs, but they're a long-term plan just based on how long it takes to make it through the system. We need help in the right now. So many people have been so helpful so far and we appreciate it so much, but it's still a long road ahead and something seems to happen every other week to try to knock us off of it.

These are ways you can help, if you can/are able:

GFM

Paypal

Cashapp ($ceraphena)

Venmo

Redbubble

Teepublic

Amazon List (for help with groceries)

Linktree of digital gift cards

+ if you'd like to send digital gift cards from somewhere that lets you send them via email, you can address them to nquinngift@gmail.com. Places like Walmart, Kroger, and Publix are great, as well as gas stations like Racetrac or QuikTrip.

If you want more regular or direct updates, you can follow David on the clock app here (@/bubofinis).

I do want to emphasize how grateful we are to everyone who's donated or helped in any way; y'all have paid Sam's insurance. You've bought insulin. You've bought CGM sensors and transmitters. Hell, sometimes you've even just bought dinner, but sometimes that's all it takes. Thank you all so much, for everything.

Here's Sam's kitten Hancock waiting at their bedroom door for Sam to come out.

[ask-sibverse]

Inspired by this post, but with the insulins I grew up on and flowers that I associate with having a chronic illness (more discussion under the cut)

So the flowers are blue star (strength, resilience, patience) and cactus flower (endurance.) In all honesty I wouldn't be alive right now without unwavering patience and perseverance. (That's why I personally put T1D reader as having either a cyan or purple SOUL, or both.)

I was diagnosed back in August of 1999, before I was even two years old. Some of my earliest childhood memories is not being allowed to have treats brought in for the class (eventually changed) and learning how to do my own shots. Im on Tresiba and Novolog now because I'm having issues getting insurance to cover pump supplies, but Humalog and Lantus was what I took until I got a pump in 2007-2008 at nine years old. I remember so many changes and innovations in my life- insulin pumps, CGMs, heck even insulin pens were a huge change. Different insulins, better blood glucose meters, not to sound like a diabetic boomer but new diabetics have so many options now than when I was tiny. (Now if only we can get better access to at least Medicaid for everyone... Or taxpayer funded healthcare for everyone ideally)

[ramblinganthropologist]

N7 24 - 11 and 12 (Shepherd and Situationship)

Summary: Al's got some new crew on the Normandy and people are beginning to wonder what alien he's going to recruit next. Not only that, but... is he hate fucking the turian?

Come on, people, this is supposed to be a war ship...

---

You know, if Anderson had told him being the CO was going to involve so many headaches, he would’ve let Bo have the job.

Alistair groaned as he stepped away from his computer, cracking his sore neck in the process. He had been working for two hours, going over various reports that had been sent since he had been planet side. It was a lot of numbers and figures, and he could see them even when he closed his eyes. If that wasn’t a sign he needed to take a break, he didn’t know what was.

Even better, his omni-tool’s CGM was beeping.

“I thought my tongue was going numb, but I thought it was from boredom.” He frowned as he flipped his wrist over to view the numbers – 54 with the arrows trending downward. “Well, that’s not good.”

He glanced around the room, eyes falling on a box labeled ‘emergency sugar supply’ on the desk. Unfortunately, it was empty – he had used it up after picking up Liara on Therum. Apparently, driving the Mako through lava fields had taken it out of him.

So, off to find a better supply it was.

Shaking his head, CGM quieted for a moment, Alistair left the office behind. Outside, it was busy as always as the crew got something to eat in their off time. He nodded to them as he passed, heading for the fridge. For a low like this, only one thing would do.

The biotics called them adult juice boxes – they were liquid energy supplies. He usually preferred his emergency supply – it was hard to beat his recipe for homemade pixie sticks frankly – but beggars couldn’t be choosers at the moment. As long as it got his sugar up, he didn’t care.

“Doing ok, Commander?”

He picked up his head, glancing over his shoulder. The voice was coming from Kaidan, who also had a pouch of liquid energy. That wasn’t surprising – he had been on the last mission after all. Anyone would’ve needed a refill after that.

“Oh, Kaidan.” He nodded as he poked the straw in. Sipping on the straw took some effort thanks to his numb lips and tongue, but he managed to drink it without having it drip from his mouth. “I will be in 15 minutes. Guess I went harder than I expected.”

His fellow biotic nodded. “I thought I heard your CGM going off when you came out. How low is it this time?”

“54 and going down. The real annoying beeping is going to start soon if I don’t refuel.” Alistair  took another sip. That was the last thing he needed – too low and it was impossible to shut off for long. He would have to keep hitting the button on his wrist until his sugar rose.

Nobody wanted that.

They stood there for a moment, sipping their energy supplies. An uncomfortable tension hung over the air, and he found it hard to look at Kaidan directly. It was a miracle his cheeks weren’t heating up because his face certainly felt hot.

He should’ve been over this by now. After all, it had been over a month ago, before he had even become the CO. It hadn’t been that big of a deal – just a request to have dinner that got turned down politely. It happened every day.

At least that’s what he told himself when the embarrassment threatened to spread onto his face with a spread of pink and eventually red.

“So, is Liara settling in ok?” Thank God he changed the subject. Kaidan was a good one for reading the room – no doubt he had sensed the same tension he had felt. “She was a little shaken up when we got her back on the Normandy.”

Ugh – Alistair hid his expression with a sip of energy supply. He didn’t have problems with the asari, per se, but… she made him a little uncomfortable. It was the way she had looked at him when he had stopped by to check on her. He was probably just reading into it too much, but… yeah it didn’t sit right with him.

Still, Kaidan was expecting an answer.

“I stopped by earlier to see how she was doing.” His tongue was starting to come back to life, so it was easier to drink. “She seemed ok to me. No doubt it’s a little weird to be surrounded by so many humans.”

After all, even though the Normandy had been designed by both turians and humans, it was really only run by the latter. She was the only asari, and she brought the total number of aliens on ship up to 4.

 At least she could eat the same food as they did. It had been a right pain to get supplies for Garrus and Tali. Luckily, the Alliance had nutrient paste they could eat. It didn’t look appetizing, but it was food. Maybe it tasted better than it smelled? For all he knew, it was just his human perception that it was terrible.

Probably because he was sitting there, he was able to pick up some talk from the crew eating their meals. It was a side-effect of losing his eye – he relied on his hearing more on his bad side. Since he was standing on the right of Kaidan, his good ear was towards the table.

“How many more aliens is he going to bring onto the ship?”

“What do you think he’ll find next, a salarian?”

“No way a salarian will come on the same ship as a krogan.”

Alistair frowned as he took the words in. Part of him had assumed the crew might not be too happy about sharing their ship with other races. While he was pretty sure none of them were card carrying members of Terra Firma – that would make their job difficult – he had heard muttering as he went about his duties.

This was just a confirmation of that.

Kaidan saw the look on his face and frowned as well. “Problem, Shepard?”

He shrugged, turning his good ear away from the table. “Apparently, some people don’t like our new friends.”

Was he going to have to run some type of workplace training? Did the Alliance even have a module for dealing with alien crewmates? Probably not – it wasn’t exactly known for taking in other races. He was most likely going to have to write it himself.

Just what he needed – another duty on his plate.

“They’re just getting used to them. Give it a week, maybe two.”

Alistair snorted in a very not-commanding officer way. “Sure, a week is all it’s going to take to get rid of years of distrust.”

He sighed. “I guess I better go check on everyone after I finish up to make sure nobody on the crew is giving them problems.”

He wasn’t worried about Wrex for obvious reasons. If his gun didn’t scare people away, his biotics would. Alien-shy humans didn’t tend to be too nervous around asari, so Liara was probably fine as well. Garrus was a maybe, but he was most concerned for Tali. They were the ones he would start with.

But before he started, he had to finish his energy supply. Alistair sipped up the last of it before tossing the empty pouch in the trash. His CGM was happy now – 75 and trending upward – so he didn’t have to worry about the beeping. It was a small victory, but he was happy to take it in the moment.

“I’ll talk to you later, Kaidan.” He walked away, heading for the elevator. A few seconds later, he touched down on the vehicle bay. Like always, it was busy. He spied Wrex in the corner, sticking out like a sore thumb in his bright red armor, and mentally checked him off his list.

He looked un-fucked-with, so that was enough for him.

Next should have been engineering, considering Tali was high on his concern list. However, his eyes were drawn to the Mako and the turian standing by it. Garrus was running a program, talons tapping against his omni-tool as he worked.

His feet took him over. “How’s it looking, Garrus?”

“Oh, Shepard.” He nodded. “Better than I thought. Looks like you’ll just have to replace a tire and do some minor electrical work.”

His mandibles twitched. “I was expecting a lost worse after Therum.”

Alistair’s cheeks turned pink in response. He had expected that – after all, he had been the one who was driving. Well, according to the crew “driving” was describing it rather generously. Even he had to admit that when he got behind the wheel, chaos soon followed.

Frankly, he thought he did a pretty good job considering he didn’t have a driver’s license.

“Yeah… he’s built to last alright.”

Another mandible twitch. “They must have built it with you in mind. Those was some… creative ways to get around obstacles, Shepard.”

What, it wasn’t like he had driven into the lava or anything. He had just gotten… kinda stuck… at one point. Once he’d thrown it into reverse and gotten some traction, they got over the hill just fine. The geth fire had bounced off the armor without even causing a dent.

So, no big deal. Just another mission on a hostile planet.

“I was told I think out of the box in basic.” He gave a sheepish grin. “As long as nobody dies, I think it works out.”

Much to his surprise, Garrus chuckled. “That should be the Alliance rule – it all works as long as nobody dies.”

Alistair snickered too. “As I was told once, it’s not a war crime if you do it for the first time.”

It was a bad joke that had been passed around during his N7 training, especially considering he was telling it to a turian. After all, their races had started fighting each other the moment they had met across the relay. Things were better now, but it was still a new relationship.

Then again, they had only made it to the relays when he was a kid. So, they were all new relationships if he was being completely honest.

“Now that’s a saying I can believe comes from an Alliance marine.” Garrus’ turned back to his data. “Anyway, is there something you wanted to talk to me about?”

He nodded. “Just checking to make sure you’re settling in ok. I know it can be a little weird to be around so many humans. Nobody’s bothering you, are they?”

The turian shook his head. “Nothing other than a few strange looks and some whispers, but it’s not like anyone’s hiding my stuff or messing with the food. Why, were you worried about me?”

Well… yeah.

Alistair glanced to the side, feeling the heat from his cheeks. “Just checking is all. If the crew were starting anything, it’s my job to put a stop to it.”

It was his job… and he had already made a bad first impression with the turian on the Presidium after knocking him onto his ass. He didn’t want to make matters worse between them, given they had to work together for a while.

Also… well, he wasn’t bad to look at either. But that was beside the point. The main idea was checking on his alien crew members.

“Thanks for the concern, Shepard. I don’t think you need to worry about that, though.” Garrus had a note to his voice that suggested he wanted to get back to work. “I should probably get to fixing those electrical parts before you take the Mako up a mountain or something next mission.”

It would’ve been bad, but his mandibles were twitching. Alistair was beginning to realize that happened when he wasn’t being serious. He had to hold back a sigh of relief as he nodded and left the turian alone to finish his work.

At least he wasn’t annoying him too much.

“Right, now to check on Tali.”

She was in engineering, which was on the same floor. It wasn’t a long walk, but as he made his way over a voice drew his attention. Someone was talking with Tali, and it wasn’t anyone assigned to the engineering deck.

As a matter of fact, he was pretty sure they had unofficially banned her altogether; apparently, Bo was cursed.

“Anyway, how’d you get that hit two planets back? I thought shotguns couldn’t do something like that.”

“I modified it. If you want, I can take a look at yours later when I’m done here.”

Tali was at the console like always, typing away. Across from her was Bo, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed over her chest so she didn’t touch anything. That was probably why they had left her down there without fearing for the safety of the Normandy.

That, and it was really difficult to tell her what to do. He was used to it.

“Eh, it might mess with the stuff Al-“ Bo picked up her head. “Speaking of; coming to make sure nobody’s bullying Tali, Al?”

Alistair shook his head as he joined the pair. “I wouldn’t put it like that, but yes. Is anyone bothering you, Tali?”

The quarian shook her head as she continued to type. “No, everyone has been welcoming to me. It might be because I spend all my time down here, but I haven’t had any problems.”

That… and the crew knew better than to mess with someone Bo had an interest in. A dead man could’ve seen it with his eyes closed based on how she was standing and what she sounded like. There was a quieter, softer sense to it, and it carried into her eyes when she spoke to Tali or even mentioned her.

Of course, he might have been able to notice it because he was around her all the time, but… he was going to just say it was obvious.

“Well, that’s good to know. You can let me or Bo know if that changes.” He nodded. “Well, I need to go check on Liara. Talk to you later.”

Much to Alistair’s surprise, a second pair of footsteps followed him to the elevator. Bo got in behind him as he punched the number to go back up to where Liara was set up in the lab. In theory, he could’ve gone to her first, but… well…

He was sure she would’ve been fine.

“Checking on Liara, huh?” Bo leaned against the wall. “Do I have to chaperone you so she doesn’t jump your bones?”

Alistair groaned in response, leaning his forehead against the wall. “So it wasn’t just me thinking that?”

“She wants on your clit bad.” His sister snorted. “Which is hilarious, by the way. The whole crew is whispering about you secretly hate fucking Vakarian, you think she’d get the hint that you’re not into her.”

He wasn’t sure what made him blush worse – the thought that Liara wanted him in that way, or the implication that the crew thought he was sleeping with Garrus. Both were pretty bad, but it was hard to tell which one was worse.

Maybe it was the one involving the asari?

“I’m not hate fucking him, Bo.”

She shrugged. “I know. You’re too Catholic to hate fuck somebody. But you do want on his dick, don’t even try to deny it.”

Instead of denying it, Alistair shook his head. “Like you want on Tali?”

“Oh, shut up, I’m nowhere near as bad as you are, choir boy.” She shoved him in the side – it almost launched him. “Do we have to run the fraternization prompt again?”

Well, no – technically, Garrus and Tali weren’t members of the Alliance. He was pretty sure they didn’t count under the rules of fraternization. Then again, they did listen to him… so it was kind of a moral quandary.

He would think about it later when the paperwork got to him.

“I’ll sign you up for the first module, then.”

The elevator doors opened, and Alistair stepped out. Bo followed behind him, apparently making good on her suggestion to chaperone him with Liara. It was silly, but he appreciated the offer as he made his way to the lab.

It wasn’t as if he didn’t trust Liara, but it was nice to have his sister at his side. And, if need be, he could direct her attention towards the giant pink lesbian standing next to him so he could slip away and get back to the endless paperwork.

Talk about a perfect plan; he should’ve thought of this in the first place.

[jammielambie]

Please Help!

If you can't donate we understand. If you could spread this around It would mean the world! Please share, like, reblog! Thank you

On Sunday (11/19), my roommate (David) rushed his wife (Sam) to the hospital with severe pain and shortness of breath. She had a blood sugar of 44 (extremely low) and a white blood cell count of 116,000 (extremely high). She was put on a dextrose drip because her sugar simply wouldn't come up and stay up. The pain was from her spleen being so enlarged it was pressing on her stomach, heart and lung, which among other things kept her from being able to eat and digest food properly, hence the low blood glucose. The assumption was lymphoma for two whole days, during which her numbers did not improve and in some cases actually got worse. On 11/22 she was finally moved to Northside Hospital in Atlanta, to their excellent oncology center.

This is where the assumed diagnosis was changed to acute leukemia.

The sheer amount of white blood cells her body was getting swarmed with led to fluid buildup around her heart and lungs and was also the cause of the initial swelling of her spleen because it was working overtime trying to filter out all the excess. This overload also led to kidney shutdown and dialysis treatments.

As of this writing (11/26), her spleen has reduced in size, allowing her to eat, and the fluid has receded from around her heart and lungs. She remains on dialysis and ongoing treatments for the remaining fluid. The current assumption is acute lymphocytic leukemia, or ALL. We're waiting on additional biopsy results before starting more targeted treatment.

The fundraising goal right now is an estimate based off of the lost pay from Sam not being able to work, the cost to keep her insurance active, any upfront treatment payments (including the possibility of losing the insurance), plus day-to-day expenses for myself and their daughter at home. As of right now David is our sole earner. He is still working remotely from Sam's hospital room, but his paycheck is not enough for us to live off of in the interim. We have had an absolute outpouring of emotional support from family but there's only so much they can do to help with this facet of it. Other costs we have on a regular basis, excluding regular household bills, include

David's diabetic needs (insulin, needles, testing supplies)

their 11-year-old daughter's diabetic needs (insulin, needles, testing supplies, CGM sensors, a second set of supplies for school)

David's dietary requirements and supplements for his low-iron anemia

It's still very early days with everything so things like disability and FMLA are still being worked out. These are the costs as we are looking at them at this juncture.

Please donate if you can, share if you can't. We are facing a big, scary time and anything that helps ease the financial burdens is more energy we have to devote to Sam getting well.

[honorary-fool]

How I'd Imagine Type 1 Diabetes to be Handled in Teyvat

if anyone has any questions, comments, other ideas, etc, that they'd like to share, by all means go ahead!

possible cws/tws: mentions/non-gorey imagery of needles & cannulas, brief mentions of blood

insulin is made through [bio]alchemy ; I'm not specifically sure which branch would be most likely to take the genetic engineering approach (inspired by how it's made here, typically through genetic engineering or something called Recombinant DNA)

since Fontaine seems to be invention-creation central & the nation that comes out with new creations like the Kamera, they would be responsible for creation of the tech side of having t1d, such as insulin pumps

prior to them creating insulin pumps, insulin was only administered through manual injections (needle tw: 1 / 2)

Fontaine has created the Teyvat equivalents of the following diabetic supplies:

insulin pumps with tubing (1 / 2 / diagram)

lancet devices (which are used to prick yourself and draw blood in order to test your blood sugar) (1 / 2)

meters + testings strips to actually test your blood sugar (meter: 1 / 2 ; strips ; 1)

I doubt they'd be able to create all of the tech we use today, since they don't seem to have the wireless technology & bluetooth to make tubless pumps (1 ; the only tubeless one that exists at the moment is the Omnipod) or continuous glucose monitors (CGMS) (1 / 2- the sensor is on the left)

however, I'd like to think that if/when they do figure out the technology to actually make those, they'd be made around the same time

Misc. HCs

Lively Orlean is type 1 diabetic (to me) (she mentions her blood sugar being low and while non-diabetics can get hypoglycemic episodes/symptoms [which are caused by a low blood sugar],, come on /lh) (I'd say it's canon but I fear getting yelled at even if I'm right /lh)

Baizhu, being a pharmacist who most definitely sells insulin, is very knowledgeable on diabetes- 1, 2, and the sub-categories-that-idk-much-abt-and-therefore-won't-list

going off vibes alone I'd like to think Verr Goldett also is very familiar with it

maybe either a family member/friend of hers has it, or she herself has it

I think Barbara knows the basics at best but is learning quite a bit about it, primarily how to help treat hypoglycemic / hyperglycemic episodes, Ketoacidosis, and how to administer glucagon