#How To Stop Kidney Dialysis

[everythingne]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ➛ double gold - gr63

the most undescreet mercedes fan makes her way to the olympics for team usa. people very quickly learn why she's very unhinged about her love for all things mercedes.

george russell x usa gymnast!reader / fc: suni lee

warnings/notes: reader is mentioned to have had kidney disease in the past/going through dialysis (shout out suni lee my WIFE) everytime i write a george win he either dnfs or disqualifies. i should stop. i also made this SO FAST. ignore any formatting mistakes.

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uruser: represented my team (USA) and my team (merc) and then promptly fell asleep on the bus bc my awe of being here is too much for my little brain :(

tagged: mercedesamg, teamusa, and two others...

lilymhe: literally boarding my flighttt !!! im so so proud see u soon !

⤷ uruser: pls tell me you stole alex's hoodie for me...

⤷ lilymhe: he'll never know

⤷ alexalbon: these are PUBLIC comments.

user1: every once and a while i forget lily is not only dating an f1 driver, but her cousin is literally an OLYMPIC FUCKING GYMNAST?

alexalbon: SO PROUD WE WILL SEE U AFTER THE GP!!

logansargeant: i love knowing one of the powerhouses the us sends to the olympics

⤷ uruser: aweeee love u too logannn <3 (US PRIDE THIS WEEKEND BITCH U BETTER NOT FINISH LAST)

⤷ logansargeant: yes ma'am i will make u proud

user2: good luck !!

user3: MAKING THE USA PROUD ONE NAP AT A TIME

mercedesamg: we love our biggest supporter <3

⤷ uruser: i love YOU mercedes

georgerussell: best of luck yn :)!!

⤷ uruser: thanks georgie :D!

⤷ alexalbon: hello?? what is this??

⤷ lilymhe: eyeing you russell

⤷ georgerussell: literally what have i done wrong

⤷ landonorris: nah you cant flirt with his future in laws

⤷ georgerussell: if saying good luck is flirting, i have news for everyone.

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uruser: talked about it in an interview, but i struggled with my blood pressure all day. i've been lightheaded, swollen, and exhausted, but i did it. we fought through it, and ur girl is moving to finals!!

tagged: gk, teamusa

georgerussell: incredible work today !

⤷ landonorris: rooting for the enemy i see

⤷ uruser: thank you george <3

teamusa: that's our girl!!

user: so proud of u as a fellow kidney disease survivor <3

user1: girl had a bp of 140 and still beat like everyone. my fucking queen.

alexalbon: ez work queen get back to training

uruser: yessir

lilymhe: get ur meds and take it easy!! love uuu see u for dinner <3

landonorris: u make it look easy

uruser: trust. its so hard.

simonebiles: i dont know how you do it. ur so amazing.

⤷ uruser: coming from the goat herself ?!!!!

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georgerussell: left it all out on the track today. absolutely honored to do this a second time so soon.

tagged: mercedesamg, f1, barcelonagp

uruser: YAAAA GEORGIEEE!!! congrats!!!

⤷ georgerussell: thank u :)

user: GEORGE W!!!!

lewishamilton: amazing as always george. first half of the season crushed.

⤷ georgerussell: it's only up from here mate

simonebiles: the tears @ uruser shed for this win...

⤷ jordanchiles: we will finally get peace and quiet on weekends

⤷ uruser: shut up get a hobby both of you

alexalbon: incredible drive as always george

landonorris: ur so mean for not letting me pass :(

oscarpiastri: best fight of the season so far. looking forward to more.

⤷ georgerussell: hope to see you on that top step again mate

uruser: lets go george lets go george

⤷ georgerussell: my personal cheerleader <3

⤷ alexalbon: delete that heart or so help me god

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uruser: this 'lazy' athlete skipped her dialysis today to win A FUCKING GOLD MEDAL!!!! YAAAAAA!!!! so so so proud of my girls for the team effort put together for this all around win. you are the greatest. (yes lily and alex, i am doing dialysis now.)

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georgerussell: congratulations but please do your dialysis before alex finds out

⤷ uruser: its alright love, im all hooked up and dilating or whatever. thanks for the support as always russell <3

⤷ georgerussell: wow, no georgie?

⤷ uruser: gonna pout over it, honey?

⤷ user: is this not flirting?

alexalbon: YN. I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD.

user: SHE SKIPPED HER DIALYSIS FOR FLOOR??

⤷ user1: and they wouldn't move the schedule around her LIFE SAVING MEDICAL APPOINTMENT?

⤷ user2: no wonder the teamusa physicians grabbed her so quickly after the medal ceremony :(

alexalbon: DIALYSIS IS VERY IMPORTANT. IM GOING TO HIT WHOEVER SAID YOU COULDN'T DO IT.

⤷ uruser: IM DOING MY DIALYSIS RIGHT NOW WHY ARE YOU MORE STRESSED THAN LILY??

⤷ alexalbon: because YOU'RE A BABY

⤷ uruser: YOU ARE NOT THAT MUCH OLDER THAN ME FUCKER

lilymhe: alex is pacing but GREAT JOB BABYYYY YAAAYAYAYA SO PROUD OF UUU

user3: fire whoever had her SKIP MEDICAL TREATMENT.

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uruser: bronzed. sharing that podium with rebecca and simone is such an honor. up and up we go!! <3

tagged: simonebiles, teamusa, rebeccaandrade and more..

georgerussell: very deserved, as always

⤷ uruser: i swear ur obsessed w me (its ok just dont tell alex)

⤷ alexalbon: i'm starting to think none of you understand the concept of public comments

user: WELL DESERVED!!!

rebeccaandrade: você foi incrível!

⤷ uruser: obrigado! você também! (i hope thats right!)

⤷ user: YN LEARNING PORTUGUESE TO SPEAK WITH REBECCA HAS MY WHOOOLLLEEE HEARTTTT

landonorris: shiny !

logansargeant: AMERICAAA!!!!

⤷ uruser: RAAAHHH

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uruser: GOLD in beam. and y'all know how much beam and i fight. there are no amount of words to express the joy im feeling. wow. thanks to my lovely brit @ georgerussell for the support for his girlie across the pond <3

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alexalbon: i am so.

alexalbon: what the fuck?

⤷ user: LMAOOO

lilymhe: YAY!!! MY BABY DID ITTT!!! I UGLY SOBBEDDD AHAHA LOVE YOU SO MUCH BABES DINNER ON ME TNNN!!!

user1: george!!!!!! GEOOORRRGEEE!!

alexalbon: GEORGE???

⤷ uruser: was me liking mercedes a weird amount not enough of a hint for you?

georgerussell: so proud of you sunshine <3

⤷ uruser: love u georgie

⤷ landonorris: gross get a room (jk. very proud george got a girl just as talented as himself)

⤷ georgerussell: wow a rare lando compliment. i will cherish it for years to come.

⤷ landonorris: fuck you im never complimenting you again

lewishamilton: congratulations!! hope to see you in the paddocks soon in some merc gear this time

⤷ mercedesamg: oh we can handle that

⤷ williamsracing: you can pry yn from our cold dead hands

⤷ mercedesamg: babes. im gonna hold your hand when i say this williams, you've lost in the public eye after ur stunt with logan. we win yn in the divorce.

⤷ uruser: YEAH IM ON LOGANS SIDE DAMNIT!!! AMERICANS STICK TOGETHER!!

⤷ logansargeant: true patriot right here

georgerussell: still in AWE of my gf being a TWO TIME OLYMPIC AA GOLD MEDALIST

⤷ uruser: my boyfriend is a FORMULA ONE DRIVER. how fucking cool is that!???

⤷ georgerussell: cool enough for you to go to dinner with me?

⤷ uruser: always

⤷ lilymhe: they grow up so fast

alexalbon: GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL?

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

I Knew Your Were Trouble When You Walked In 3

Warnings: non/dubcon, medical procedures including dialysis and chronic illness, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: Pete Brenner, short!reader

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

The clanging is enough to drive you crazy. You snap shut your laptop and let out a huff. A day where you can just stay home and get your work done and the landlord is doing maintenance. It has to be that day.

You check the time and rub your eyes. You look down at your pajama pants mournfully. You’re going to have to wear real clothes. You change into a pair of cords and a gray button up. You pack up your bag and shrug on a jacket as you step into your shoes.

You jingle out with your keys, locking the door behind you before quickly fleeing the echoing metalling thrums. You take the stairs down and tuck your chin down against the crisp autumn air. A tea will help with that, maybe something with a kick of caffeine to wake you up.

The cafe is only a block away. You order some ginger tea and take it to a table in the corner. You set up and hunker down to get through the last of your emails. You cup your chin as you lean your elbow on the table, entranced by the screen.

The rush of the cafe is almost soothing. The white noise helps you get through the overstuffed email sent by your supervisor. Check, check, got that done. You sip your tea as it cools and sit up to type your reply.

“You can have coffee?” The voice interrupts your frantic typing. You look up with brows furrowed. How on earth? “Genuinely curious,” Pete sits across from you, setting his paper cup down on the other end of the table, “with dialysis and everything.”

You blink at him and refocus on your laptop. You don’t want to know how he found you. Whether it’s cruel fate or something more sinister, you have more important things going on.

“You pack a real blow, you know that? I had a bruise and everything,” he complains, “not very nice and I’ll say I’ve been really nice to you.”

You continue to ignore him as you resume your response to Caroline. In hindsight, you would rather sit through the clanking of wrenches and pipes. You swallow your agitation, tuning out the silhouette just on the other side of your screen.

Suddenly, your laptop crushes your hands and your eyes pop up. Pete’s hand lingers on the cover as you snatch your fingers out from under it. You tilt your head in frustration.

“You look like a sweet girl,” he says, “but you’re not, are you?”

“Excuse me?” You hiss.

“Ah, come on, loosen up," he winks.

You shake your head and contemplate your options. You could pack up and go but you risk leading him back to your building. Telling him to go away isn't going to do too much and ignoring him only seems to encourage him.

"You like sweets? They got a great chocolate croissant."

"I'm not hungry," you insist and go back to typing. "I'm busy."

"Lonely too, by the looks of it," he leans forward, "let me buy you something, sweetheart."

Your eyes flick up and you give him a glare. You don't understand this man and he surely doesn't understand you. You're less than interested in any guy but especially not him. Your life has order and you value that. What little you can control, you hold close.

"You don't just come down to the cafe looking like you do and not want attention," he pushes on your laptop again and you stop it from closing. "I mean… how many dudes are gonna hit on a sick girl anyway? I accept you, babe, kidneys and all–"

"That's it," you snap, "get away from me. Now."

"Hey, it's a compliment–"

"Leave. Me. Alone."

"It's fine, we can move past this, I like a little fire–"

You flutter your lashes at him as your chest burns. You want to scream and cry at the same time. You look around, reminding yourself of your audience and take a deep breath.

"I'm asking you nicely…" your voice cracks, betraying you, "to go."

"I didn't do anything wrong–"

"There a problem here?" A deep growl has you shrinking further as Pete turns in his chair to look defiantly up at the man in the black apron.

"No problem. None of your business, bus boy."

The man with the black apron crosses his arms and scoffs, "big problem. I own this place so if you don't leave in the next fifteen seconds, I'll have you trespassed."

"Whatever, bro, me and the lady are having a chat–"

"He bothering you?" The man in the apron asks. You nod, breathless. "On your feet before I throw you on your ass," he growls at Pete.

"Like to see you try," Pete stands and puffs out his chest, "you're getting a one-star, bud." He crushes his cup into the man's apron, spilling the coffee down it, "coffee tastes like dirt anyway."

"Have a good day," the owner sneers, staring until Pete finally retreats, not without sending you a lecherous leer.

You watch after him and swallow, "I'm sorry–"

"You okay?" The man holds the dripping cup, foam on his name tag that reads 'Curtis'.

"Yeah, thanks," you murmur, "I didn't mean to make a scene."

"No worries, you need anything, just ask for Curt," he gives a curt bow and backs away, leaving your to wallow in a stormy rush of nerves.

[bullet-prooflove]

The Study!Series Part Six: Blow After Blow - Dean Archer x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @helsinkibaby @hufflepuffgirl @mimi-8793

The Study:

Part One: Courting Disaster - Dean realises Jack is courting you.

Part Two: Distance - Dean tries to discuss the distance between the two of you.

Part Three: Deserving - Jack tries to show you, you deserve better.

Part Four: Navy Shirt - You and Dean don’t have secrets.

Part Five: A Punch in the Face - Dean responds badly to the news of Jack's kiss.

You receive the news about the study one week after Jack Dayton sells the hospital because of Crockett’s failed surgery with 2.0. You’ve just come out of a meeting with Dean’s consultant when you phone chimes with the notification.

The good news is Dean’s levels are stable enough for him to continue with nocturnal dialysis. That means three times a week he can plug himself into a machine at home and it will preform the treatment over a period of eight hours while he sleeps. It’s less strenuous on the body and reduces the side effects of normal dialysis.

“At least we get some time back to ourselves.” Dean tells you, draping his arm around your shoulders and drawing you to him. He nuzzles in close, his lips brushing over your hair as you meander down the corridor together.

“I kinda liked the four hours we got to spend reading classic car magazines together.” You tease, your head coming to rest upon his chest. “Planning that trip along Route 66, making a list of all the places we want to go.”

“As soon as this is over.” He murmurs against your hairline. “I promise you we’ll make the time and take that trip.”

You both know the only way that happens is with a new kidney, more specifically Sean’s kidney because of the complications with Dean’s condition. He refuses to even discuss the matter and you know it’s going to come to a head between the two of you when he starts to deteriorate.  

You distract yourself from that thought by picking up your phone to check the notification.

“Oh.” You say coming to a stop and Dean frowns as he tilts his head to read the message.

The sentences seem to run together as the words filter into your brain.

“The study’s been terminated, apparently they want to prolong life not deal with what happens in the aftermath.” You draw away from him tucking your phone into your purse.

“Isobel, I’m sorry I know how important his was to you.” Dean says softly and you turn your head away, your jaw clenching.

You’re devastated, he can tell. He reaches for you but you pull away, tucking your hands into the pockets of your blazer, your gaze fixed on the elevator. He knows that you’re distancing yourself right now. It’s the way you process things. You need time on your own to think, to come to terms with the news.

His heart breaks because you’ve taken so many blows recently and this is just another.

Jack, his condition and now this…

He’s not sure how much you can take.

It’s not the work you put into the study that makes it so important, it’s the support it gives the families of the bereaved. Noone knows better than you the devastation that occurs after a death, especially a violent one. The effects of that, it ripples through the branches of the family tree, destroying everything you ever thought you knew.

You’d seen it after your dad had been stabbed to death during a mugging, then again after your brother had killed himself in the months that followed. The two of them had always been so close and Cole hadn’t been able to live with the knowledge your father had died because he’d been running ten minutes late.

You were fortunate enough to benefit from the outside counselling programme your Med School was participating at the time otherwise you wouldn’t have made it. Studies like the one you’ve been working on saved your life back then, you know it could save others too.

“I’ve got to go.” You say quietly as you step towards the elevator. “I have work waiting for me downstairs.”

“Isobel…” Dean implores but already you’re so far away from him that he can’t reach you.

It’s not fair, he thinks as he watches you go. It’s not fair at all.

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[astrum99]

I can’t stop thinking about angel anatomy.

How are they made? What are they made of? If we break them down limb by limb, flesh by flesh, molecule by molecule, would we find the same structures that echoes our DNA? The same stable, constraining carbon? The same heavy metals? The same blood that flows with life, with death? Are they made of the same stardust that echoed in me?

Do they have a brain? A large raw organ, fragile and limited, capable of complex imaginary hallucinatory mathematics with scheduled periods of unconsciousness to make up for the capacity? A liver and two kidneys? To distill the holy light from the contaminates of the polluting environments akin to a dialysis machine cycling the liquids within the veins? A spine that holds strong? Riddled with the same 33 bones and ridges and intervertebral disks and fluids and sensitive nerves and has a habit of bending over for tedious work? A stomach that stirs and shifts constantly? To hold food? Souls? Light? To churn and froth at the consumption of concepts? An appendix? This small unless thing that rests and nestles between the layers of warm, worm-like intestines? How many teeth do you have? How many fingers? How many knees? What is the shape of your nails? What is the colour of your esophagus? How deep are the socket of your eyes?

How fast does your heart beat?

Is it faster? Slower? Do you even have a heart?

Do you feel in the same way that I feel? The pressure of processed wood against my feet, the nagging buzzing of LED light above my head, the smell of faint smoke from a cooking disaster weeks ago. The sound of people laughing unruly in the distance, putting on a show in the TV program that no one watches. The dampness of the towel against my face. The pain of a needle sliding into soft flesh that gives way willingly to metal. The bruises blooming slowly, aching like love. The chirping of songbirds, the shape of cumulus clouds, the haziness of a morning fog that really stayed for far too long. The way that my mother worked around the hard peels of an orange with the sharpest knife in the kitchen, just to present the sweetest parts to me. The tenderness of a shoulder touching mine before stealing my blankets (again) with a giggle that indicated no remorse. The sluggish sunlight that sneaks through the shades just to press a kiss on my forearm. The sorrow and passion of the symphony on the last show on the last tour, followed by cheers and drunken (revered) confessions during the post-performance celebration at 3am in a random bar of a random city. The foot print of an animal in the first winter snow of the year, like a human pressing their hand print on to the cave walls, chanting I am here I am here I am here, chanting remember me remember me remember me.

Do you bear the shame of sacred inabilities as we humans do? Unable to see beyond the visible spectrum of light? Unable to distinguish the difference between wet and dry, only to assume based on temperature and texture? Unable to know if someone else was speaking of the truth? Unable to see inside someone’s mind? Unable to thread words in a way that completely gives you away like you intended to? Unable to turn back into a child and speak of love so easily? Unable to run forever and ever? Unable to peak into the veil beyond space and time and death? Unable to tell your pet that you’re sorry for making them take the awful medicine and please don’t hate me please don’t hate me please don’t hate me? Unable to be remembered and recognized, at least not wholly, at least not without mistakes?

Do you ever feel the strangeness of existence? Why you? Why now? Why here? That sometimes it feels like the world is five degrees to the left and you are just out of sync enough to keep going. That sometimes you are so overwhelmed with the the giant coincidence that is the world so you weep uncontrollably at the wonder of it all. That you feel like suffocation as you dig into the earth with your bloody fingers because a bird hit your window and died and you didn’t know and you kneeled by it for an hour before realizing it wasn’t breathing.

It died so long ago. It won’t get up again. The first time you held a bird was its cold hard corpse. So small between your palms, so fragile. It’s feathers iridescent. You have never seen one so up close. It was the prettiest and the deadest thing you’ve ever touched. It feels like the world. It feels like a prayer. Do you understand?

Do you regret like me? Love like me? Despair like me? Do you dream like me? Pray like me? Cry like me?

How close are you?

Let me touch you.

Please, I have to know.

[memecucker]

i think the funniest thing about trolley memes is how people dont even realize people have been making parodies of the trolley problem since 1988

Consider the following case:

A brain in a vat on Twin Earth is at the wheel of a runaway trolley. There are only two options that the brain can take: the right side of the fork in the track or the left side of the fork. There is no way in sight of derailing or stopping the trolley and the brain is aware of this, for the brain knows trolleys. The brain is causally hooked up to the trolley such that the brain can determine the course which the trolley will take.

On the right side of the track there is a single railroad worker, Jones, who will definitely be killed if the brain steers the trolley to the right. If the railman on the right lives, he will go on to kill five men for the sake of killing them, but in doing so will inadvertently save the lives of thirty orphans (one of the five men he will kill is planning to destroy a bridge that the orphan's bus will be crossing later that night). One of the orphans that will be killed would have grown up to become a tyrant who would make good utilitarian men do bad things. Another of the orphans would grow up to become G.E.M. Anscombe, while a third would invent the pop-top can.

If the brain in the vat chooses the left side of the track, the trolley will definitely hit and kill a railman on the left side of the track, "Leftie" and will hit and destroy ten beating hearts on the track that could (and would) have been transplanted into ten patients in the local hospital that will die without donor hearts. These are the only hearts available, and the brain is aware of this, for the brain knows hearts. If the railman on the left side of the track lives, he too will kill five men, in fact the same five that the railman on the right would kill. However, "Leftie" will kill the five as an unintended consequence of saving ten men: he will inadvertently kill the five men rushing the ten hearts to the local hospital for transplantation. A further result of "Leftie's" act would be that the busload of orphans will be spared. Among the five men killed by "Leftie" are both the man responsible for putting the brain at the controls of the trolley, and the author of this example. If the ten hearts and "Leftie" are killed by the trolley, the ten prospective heart-transplant patients will die and their kidneys will be used to save the lives of twenty kidney-transplant patients, one of whom will grow up to cure cancer, and one of whom will grow up to be Hitler. There are other kidneys and dialysis machines available, however the brain does not know kidneys, and this is not a factor.

Assume that the brain's choice, whatever it turns out to be, will serve as an example to other brains-in-vats and so the effects of his decision will be amplified. Also assume that if the brain chooses the right side of the fork, an unjust war free of war crimes will ensue, while if the brain chooses the left fork, a just war fraught with war crimes will result. Furthermore, there is an intermittently active Cartesian demon deceiving the brain in such a manner that the brain is never sure if it is being deceived.

QUESTION: What should the brain do?

[ALTERNATIVE EXAMPLE: Same as above, except the brain has had a commisurotomy, and the left half of the brain is a consequentialist and the right side is an absolutist.]

[pumpkinpot]

vamprism is so incredibly interesting to me. There are so many interpretations of what it looks like but the foundational bit is the drinking of blood.

I am so curious as to what would happen in the body to need to supplement it with blood and usually nothing else. Like out of almost all of the liquids in our body blood is one for the lesser useful to a foreign body. Maybe plasma or even sperm would be better.

Also, the dead part. like it vamerism sort of like the cordyceps in the last of us, its a disease that takes over the brain functions but leaves you conscious, but also has to keep your body in a state of composure.

It's speculated in a lot of vampire fiction that your body just stops regenerating the things it needs to live but the vampire "curse" keeps you going. Wouldn't that mean that you would be in a constant state of disrepair while you looked for something to supplement your body's lack of... whatever you need.

Eventually that would bring you closer to Frankenstein's monster than Dracula if that was the case, but the sitiation is usually that vampires have an increased sense of healing etc,

But like, where?

Also, it's pretty accepted that the reason vampires can't have human food is because they no longer have the digestive functions to handle it but then how are they digesting blood? Unless they've sprouted an entire new inner body it's not likely.

I think I'm just craving some hard vampire magic systems lol. I'm trying to write a "vampire cookbook" for a story but all it's doing is showing me how little is actually fleshed out about vampires.

Update: so I did a few googles. The first is it looks like we can't digest blood like we do food however it does go from the small intestine straight into the blood stream. If you are alive this can be a problem because it can overload your system on iron, but if you are a vampire that I suppose could be beneficial. MAYBE the vibe is that vamperism is a sort of dialysis where you are manually circulating the blood within your body because the disease of vamperism doesn't do that for you so if you don't do drink blood you get a series of annoying body malfunctions.

I am curious then if a vampire would benefit from a salt water and iron diet to supplement blood because if blood regulation is your issue then it would only be natural to need a lot of iron and water to help stimulate the proteins to move throughout the body but the salt would make sure the water properly absorbed.

This feels odd though because I don't know what

This would make way for vampires to be naturally clumsy and or disorientated because they are always so low iron but that leads to the entire idea of vampires need to breathe and what function that provides.

Also, what function does the kidney provide?

My partner was speculating that it might be a be a parasite that attacks specifically the raspatory system. Something that needs a lot of oxygen and iron specifically.

running thoughts....

[bijouxcarys]

You guys are gonna have to forgive me if I come across a bit *off* in the next few days or so.

To be brief, it’s currently 00:39am, and April 25th. It’s been 2 years since my grandfather died. He was basically my dad. I called him dad. My grandparents have always had custody over me. They are my parents.

My grandad had kidney failure and was on dialysis since March 10th 2010. He was told he would only have 2-3 years if he was lucky. My grandad, being the stubborn and determined person he was, made it a whole 12 years going in and out of hospitals 4 times a week. Just so he could live to see me grow up, to be here for my grandma and I, and to make sure I didn’t grow up without a father figure in my life.

He wasn’t a typical father figure by any means. He was in an electric wheelchair the whole time I knew him. He had limited mobility. I grew up learning from him, however, that life’s pleasures can still be enjoyed.

He introduced me to the beauty of film and music. He taught me how to do algebra when I was 7 for no reason at all. He taught me how to play sudoku from the age of 9. He let me watch the same films over and over again. He stayed up with me when I was sick. He encouraged me to sing in public. He was brutally honest with me. He taught me how to defend myself, to stick up for myself.

Late 2021, when I was 19 and in my second year of university, he started to think about stopping his dialysis treatments. And by April 2022, the pain he was in, the fact he couldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep, was constantly tired, became too much. He made the bravest decision, and for the first time in his life, a selfish one.

I watched him over the course of 5 days deteriorate, cry in excruciating pain. I watched him die slowly. It shouldn’t have happened the way it did, and we were promised as much. But eventually he let go after days of fighting to savour every last moment of life.

The day before he died, his eyes, which were usually clouded in grey, shone the brightest blue I’ve ever seen in my life. I remember leaning over him into his line of sight. And I will never forget the smile on his face when he saw me. That’s how I choose to remember him. That was the moment I anointed him my Bright Eyed Superman.

He taught me that good people exist. Because he was one of them. The most selfless, caring, loving, generous human being I’ve ever had the privilege of knowing.

And I got to call him my dad. How lucky am I?

[thanager]

doctor yesterday told me based on how i’m progressing i’ll need to get on dialysis or get a kidney transplant by age 40. i don’t know what to do. i feel powerless and hopeless. there’s nothing i can do to stop it. i feel alone. i wish i was never born

[georgefairbrother]

On January 18th, 1963, the BBC reported that Labour leader Hugh Gaitskell, aged 56, had died from what was described as a deterioration of his heart condition.

"...Mr Gaitskell became ill with flu in mid-December. A medical check-up showed he was fit to travel to the USSR on 1 January for talks with Soviet leader Nikita Khrushchev and he appeared well over Christmas. But immediately after the holiday he became ill with another virus and was admitted to hospital on 4 January. Two days ago his condition deteriorated suddenly and it became clear his kidneys had been affected. The night before his death, doctors attempted to treat Mr Gaitskell using a kidney dialysis machine..."

Gaitskell had succeeded Clement Attlee as party leader in 1955 and, according to the BBC, had made Labour 'poised for victory' at the next general election thanks largely to his efforts toward making the party 'relevant and realistic'. (Which was a polite way of saying he was trying to shift them a few steps to the right, or at least stop them heading any further leftwards).

His policy positions had not always endeared him to all members of his own party. As Chancellor he had introduced some NHS charges to fund rearmament, prompting key resignations which further destabilised an already faltering government leading up to their 1951 election loss. He argued that collective ownership of industry be dropped from Labour's policy platform, and opposed unilateral nuclear disarmament.

He was succeeded as Labour leader by Harold Wilson, ironically one of the 1951 resignations.

It subsequently emerged that Hugh Gaitskell died from Systemic Lupus Erythematosus, a disease that potentially leads to multiple organ failure and, according to at least one medical opinion, extremely rare in temperate climates like the UK. Gaitskell had visited the Russian Embassy in preparation for a trip to Moscow, where he had been given coffee and biscuits. So you can see where this is going...

John Simkin writes in Spartacus Educational,

"...Some members of MI5 believed that Harold Wilson was a Soviet agent. Anatoli Golitsyn, a KGB officer who defected in 1961, worked for the Department of Wet Affairs. This department was responsible for organizing assassinations. He said that just before he left he knew that the KGB were planning a high-level political assassination in Europe in order to get their man into the top place. Christopher Andrew, the author of The Defence of the Realm: The Authorized History of MI5 (2009), has pointed out that senior figures in MI5 were not convinced by these claims... James Jesus Angleton the head of the CIA's Counter-Intelligence Staff... ordered his staff to search the published medical literature of the fatal disease and discovered that Soviet medical researchers had published three academic papers describing how they had produced a drug that, when administered, reproduced the fatal heart and kidney symptoms suffered by Gaitskell..."

[nescaveckwriter]

Stethoscopes & Triangles - Chapter 3 🐞💕

Sam Winchester x reader

A/N: Wow y'all this one is intense, and a few surprises awaits. Hold on to your seats, its a messy ride 😋

Side Note: Thank you so much for every like and repost, comment and message I really do appreciate all of them, also do not hesitate to give me your opinion... Much love - Nesca 💕🐞❤️

Warnings: Hospital, blood, angst, fear, anything else you know what to do.🐞

Chapter 3 🐞❤️💕

Yank her even more towards his chest, clenching the knife, his knuckles white, as he pushed the knife towards the crook of her neck, piercing the skin even more, she whimpers, as the blade, goes deeper, the man's loud voice as he warns ''do not come closer, or... or the doc gets it'' almost deafening her. 

The security guard , putting his hands in the air, as he retreats, not wanting to upset the distressed man any further.  ''Good! Get back'' the man warned

While the man, was franticly going on about someone saving his brother, he didn't catch a glimpse of an older man, charging towards him and the doctor, knocking the two of them to the floor. Its the smell of cigarettes and bourbon , coming from the old guy that hits Amy first, then all of the sudden she feels the lukewarm red liquid running down her neck, towards her collar bone. The security guard, comes running closer, quickly taking ahold of his arms, making sure his tied up, he radio's dispatch, letting them know there's been an incident.

Nurse Brown, comes closer towards their position, she gasps as she sees her best friend sitting up, pain evident on her delicate face, her skin color paler than normal. The knife, wedged into her the side of her neck. Her voice shaky ''Amy''

Looking at her best friend, puzzled, shuddering ''I'm Okay'' 

The older man, gets up, glancing over at the woman, he just rescued. Panicked ''I'm so sorry''

Nurse Brown orders a porter, to run and find Dr. Lafitte the surgeon ''Quickly Dammit'' she shouted.

One of the other nurses, walks closer towards Amy, trying to assist with the situation, some padding already in hand. Amy looks up at the nurse. ''LEAVE IT!'' she warns. knowing one wrong move, and it could worsen the situation. Not moving a muscle she just sits there, her eyes widen ''Ada!''

''Yes sweetie''

Her voice steady, not revealing, how she really feels deep inside, afraid, in pain, distraught and on edge. ''The man who saved me, is he okay?''

In Shock ''what, your worried about him?'' realizing what she just said, glancing towards him ''I'm.. so sorry, I didn't mean it that way''

Gesturing with his hands, that its okay, he walks toward the injured, brave woman. His gruff voice, filled with compassion.  ''Hey! Looks like we both had a terrible day,''

A half-smile forms on her heart shaped lips. ''Yeah I guess so, what's your name, and thank you''

''You can call me John'' he smiled showing the lines across his face

''Hi, John I'm Amy, what brings you here today?'' she mumbled 

''Need to come in for dialysis, my freaking kidneys gave in a while back, but hey I'm not complaining'' his forehead creased

Her eyes feeling heavy, speech starting too slur ''Shit, sorry''

The man kneels down to her side, seeing she's loosing consciousness, his calloused hands gripping her shoulders tightly, holding her in an upright position. 

The last thing she sees, are the concerned brown eyes of the older man, as her eyelids closed.

---

Sitting in the theatre hallway, waiting on some news, not really sure if his heart is still beating, it kind of stopped, when he got the call from Ada, that Amy was rushed into surgery, it's all been one big haze, hell he's not even sure, how he got here. His hands are still shaking, from adrenaline, maybe anger, probably both. If he gets ahold of the bastard, he would... biting his lower lip, trying not to go there. Underneath his breath, he lets out a silent whisper ''Please be okay baby, I can't loose you, your the only family I have''

His long fingers, playing with the watch, as he keeps an eye on that door, waiting for news, hoping and praying for the best, but fearing the worst. Feeling a slender hand on his shoulder, noticing it's Ada, ''Hi'' is all he could let out, her green eyes, bloodshot, devastated look on her face, her voice shaky ''Hi Sam, so sorry about Amy''

Stunned he glares at her, his voice barely audible ''Is...Is she?''

''No, no I don't have any news, I'm just sorry about what happened'' 

Just nodding his head and mouthing a ''thank you'' he focusses all his attention on the door again, waiting for news. It feels like hours when Doctor Lafitte finally comes out, Sam searches his face for any evidence about how the operation went, but nothing, is it a special gift they have, he strides closer to meet the man halfway, 

His voice husky ''we were able to repair the damage and close the wound, in the removal of the blade, it nicked an artery, so we had to repair that as well, but she'll make a full recovery, without any foreseen complications.''

Dragging his hands over his tired face, a half-smile on his lips ''Thank you, really, when can I see her?''

''They are just taking her to the ICU, so we can keep an eye on her, but you can go in too see her, Ada will show you the way'' 

''Thank you, once again'' Sam says passing by him, following Ada. 

Stopping in his tracks, observing, her laying there, machines and cables and tubes everywhere. Dragging himself over to her, pulling a chair closer, feeling like his legs, aren't able to carry his weight, he plunges down, grabbing a hold of her hand, his eyes welled up, distress evident in his smoky voice, ''Sweetie, I'm here'' his lips brushing her fingers before he covers her hand in his.

---

He walked closer, to were they said Amy's room was, he needs to check in on her, make sure she's okay for himself, and after today he needs a little good news, shaking his head as he allows his thoughts to wander to a earlier conversation with his eldest son ''you know what dad, your upset because I left? You left the day mom died, you were suppose to be our father, instead I was the father.'' he heard the slurring in his son's voice, knowing all too well, how that sounds, trying to warn him about drinking to much, didn't really go well. ''Dammit dad, your one to preach, about drinking! Where do you think I got it from? The only thing I ever got from you is my bad habits, because I sure as hell didn't get any fatherly love, you were so caught up in your own damn world, you forgot you had children''  It's not like his son was wrong, but he hoped, they could build a bond, when he called, with the time he had left he'd wanted to make up, for being so screwed up that, he hoped, maybe his son's would forgive him, but the possibility looked bleak. Shrugging up his shoulders, ''At least I did one good thing, saving a woman, I couldn't save my wife, nor can I save my relationships with my sons, but at least, I weren't completely useless'' he whispered underneath his breath.

Before entering the room, his sees her lying there, as he observes the room, he sees a man with brown, mid-length hair, sitting at her bedside, something about this hunched over man seemed familiar, the man lifts up his head towards her, his face strong, a little bit of stubble covering his chin, towards the side of his jaw, it feels like his heart rejoices and sinks at the same time, yes! it's him, his a lot older, he isn't the boy that went to college, but a man, a fully grown man, shaking his head in disbelief, ''How is this even possible?'' it's him, his youngest son, Sam Winchester, unsure of what to do next, he questions himself ''does he go in, or walk away'' Stepping one foot forward, and then realizing, seeing him, now, there, might be the last thing Sam needs right now, he turns around, walking into the hallway, trying to get away from there as fast as he can, he sees the exit, walking into the dead of night, eyeballing the dark skies, letting out a sigh, somehow he always found comfort in the darkness, as he strides further into the night, he can't wonder if his son's will ever be able to forgive him. 

Chapter Four Here ;)

[candy-beeeeeeeees]

I feel like a lot of people need to hear this today I went to sam’s club with my parents and I was using one of those electric scooters and I had a lady come up to me talking about you need to get up and so I proceeded to ask her why and she told me her aunt needed as she was pointing behind her and I told her to go ask one of the people working at the store to help her aunt find one because I’m using this one and she told me I didn’t need it because I look physically fine and that she saw me standing up to grab something then she started asking for my age which I didn’t give because it wasn’t any of her business how old I was and I told her that I have renal failure and just came back from getting dialysis this morning but she didn’t care and proceeded to keep asking me to get up causing her to get the attention of one the store workers asking about what was wrong and I told them and they escorted that lady away from me and also getting her aunt a scooter. (FYI renal failure is kidney failure or disease and dialysis is a treatment that removes waste from the blood when the kidney stops working the doctor would hook me up to this big machine that is connected to some iv tubes two of them to be exact one for sucking my blood out and the other in and it takes 4 hours I have to do that every week for 3 days and it leaves me feeling exhausted and sleepy it’s not the best feeling I wouldn’t wish this on nobody)

Moral of the story is people please ask someone politely if they are disabled or in need of the scooters regardless of how physically fine they look and how young they are before you go up to them starting drama ☺️

[wayfaringmd]

Hi Wayfaring! My dad found out that he has kidney disease from his autoimmune disease getting worse. We hear a lot of terms like kidney function % and protein being in his urine. Would you please do a lil rundown on kidney disease and what these things mean? Can kidney function improve and can the cells regrow or is it just that he needs to stop it getting worse because they can’t be repaired? Thank you :)

Ok, here’s some basic definitions for kidney disease:

- GFR or creatinine clearance: a number indicating how well the kidneys are filtering proteins and other wastes out of the blood. A normal GFR would be >60. When they’re talking about % of normal kidney function that’s more of a layman’s term and isn’t as specific.

- chronic kidney disease: broken down into stages defined by GFR or creatinine clearance. Stages 1 and 2 are essentially normal kidney function. Stage 3 (3a is a GFR of 45-59. 3b is GFR of 30-44) is where we start having to adjust dosages on certain drugs because the kidneys don’t clear them as quickly as normal. Stage 5 (GFR of <15) is end stage renal failure, where a person would be on dialysis and/or a transplant list.

- protein being in the urine is basically from leaky filters. There are lots of things that can cause protein in the urine.

Kidney function can improve depending on what is damaging it. In the case of an autoimmune disease, it typically clogs up the filtration system with antibodies, so as the antibodies decrease, the filtration improves. The problem comes when things get so clogged up that the tissue can’t get adequate oxygen and dies. That would not be reversible and the kidney does not regenerate like the liver does. Knowing whether the damage was permanent or not would really require a kidney biopsy. Ultimately with kidney disease you try to slow down progression of disease as much as possible to prevent having to move to dialysis or transplant.

[borntodie-94]

Derek Hale part 2

Part 10 of series

"We're about ten minutes away She just got sick, Scott are her treatments not working, why isn't she getting better?" He asked

Thud you had passed out, you fell to the left.

Beep beep beep

When you came to you were in the hospital. Scott, and Stiles were talking to mom, Stiles and Scott visibly shaken. Tears stained your moms face, you look at your left arm to see an IV and more tubes then you can count, on you right was a blood pressure cuff, and an oxygen sticker. Your mom walks away, the boys started to talk a bit more.

"So Derek was telling me to anchor myself to something to help control my anger, and it will help me with not shifting." Scott says

"Well I still don't trust him." Stiles announced in defense

"Just be careful scott." You say slightly sitting up, your eyes widen at the amount of pain that shoots through your body as you set up

"Y/n, how do you feel?" Scott asked approaching the bed

"OH like sun shine and rainbows." You mock rolling your eyes

Scott sat down on the bed, his eyes were blood shot red, he's been crying. Stiles stood his distant, but you could see the tears he fought so hard to keep hidden. You had an idea of what was wrong, and you were ok with it,  you gave a weak smile at the boys. The nurse walked in with a fluid bag and some syringes full of medicine.

"Hello Miss.Mccall, this is so you stay hydrated and these are the medicine that goes with your treatment." She says showing you the syringes and bag of fluid

She hooks everything up and pushes what needs to go through your IV, she then leaves, a few minutes later your mom walks into your room.

"Hey, so we are going to start another treatment on top of this one." She says trying to fight the tears and choking on her words

"Can I ask what's wrong with you y/n?" Stiles ask

"Heart failure and kidney failure. It's been like this since we were little" You said looking at stiles

"Oh," He said using the sleeve of his jacket wiping his face

"They put you on the transplant list, but right now it's medication that will help slow down the process and dialysis for your kidneys." You mom said as she looked at all the medical supplies around you

"When do I get to leave?" You asked wanting to get out of the stuffy room

"Tonight, they'll discharge you tonight." Your mom said

You were ready to go home, you hated going to the hospital. After a  few hours the nurse came back with new prescriptions and discharge papers, she took out your IV.

"So y/n next appointment you have is in a week and we're going you put a port on your chest so that giving you medication and dialysis will be easier." She said handing you the discharge papers

----skip

You woke up for school, and started getting ready. When a knock was at your door.

"Hey, mom said you are not going to school today after what happened last night." Scott said as he cracked the door open.

"This is stupid, I don't get why I can't go what the fuck." You said setting down your back pack.

Scott just shrugged and walked away, you thought for a minute on what you could do today, you were going to bike to the old Hale house, and meet Derek and see what he really wanted with your brother. You waited an hour before heading to his house. When you arrived you stopped a good twenty feet and dropped you bike behind a tree. It looked like no one wad hoke, no car out front. You walk up to the front porch, didn't bother knocking you thought no one was there. You walked in leaving the door ajar. The hake house was in shambles, the fire had done number on that house so many years ago. Some floor boards were caved in, cobwebs hung and dangled from the rafters. You heard story's growing up of why the fire had happened, each one worse then the last.

"Who are you, And what are you doing in my house!" A booming voice shot from the top of the stairs. Your eyes shot to the stairs to see a silhouette of a man illuminated by the sun.

"What do you want with my brother scott!" You shouted. The man jumped from the stairs to the floor.

"You're Scott's sister, I don't see the resemblance." He said squinting and circling you.

"I'll ask again, before I kick your ass. What the hell do you want with my brother!" You screeched

"I want him in my pack." Derek said as he looked you up and down, he garbed your arm and his veins turned black, he winced and grunted in pain, as your pain started to disappear. " You wouldn't be able to kick my ass you're into much pain McCall." Derek said as he took his hand off your arm.

"One, thank you for whatever you just did, second you can call me y/n, three my brother would never you join your pack." You declared staring deep into his eyes

"How would Scott feel if he found out his best friend and his sister were fucking, before you ask how I know this you reek of stiles." He said through clenched teeth.

You looked at him in dismay, you couldn't trust him. How could your brother trust him, you walk at of his house back to your bike and head home. Scott would be home in three hours, you were going to do more research on werewolves wail you were waiting for him to get home. 3 hours had passed, you hadn't heard Scott come home, until he opened your door seeing you pack a bag to go somewhere for the night.

"Where are you going?" He asked

"Imma go stay at Lydia's tonight, is that ok." You replied

"I don't care, let mom know, and don't forget your medication, have fun don't be stupid." He says walking away

"I'm not leaving yet, I'll leave at 9, I have to make dinner so you can take some to mom!" You yelled after him

The truth is that your weren't going to spend the night at Lydia's, you were going to spend the night at stiles, you knew he wouldn't be home at 9, so you were going to surprise him. Dinner took longer than you thought by the time you were done it was already 8pm. You let Scott know dinner wad done, then you grabbed your bag and went out to your bike, and rode to stiles's. Mr. Stilinski's car wasn't there nor was Stiles jeep, you knew the door was locked, but stiles never locked his window. There was this old tree that you and the boys use to climb out onto from Stiles’s window, you climb the tree, your bag on your back. You came to the branch that reached his window, you lifted the window open and threw your bag onto his floor before crawling in through the window. You fell to the floor with a thump.

[beckitty]

The same thing happens a lot with diabetic teenagers. Every so often they find themselves thinking "do I really need this insulin?" "Why should I have to check my blood sugars so often?" "What's the point in avoiding chocolate and dessert, my blood sugars are fine!"

Then they stop doing the things they should or do the things they shouldn't, and end up in hospital. They get better pretty quickly (most of the time, ketoacidosis and hypoglycaemia can and does kill people). They get a week of school or college in the bargin.

Some of them will forget the "agonising pain, nearly died" bit, and will just remember that they fucked about and found out it wasn't that bad. They feel fine so they do it again.

Eventually, they hit their 30s, need eye surgery, have lost parts of their feet, have high blood pressure and heart problems, and have just been told they have kidney disease and need to start thinking about their transplant and dialysis options. before they hit end stage.

It happened to my husband, and if he could go back in time and knock some sense into his teenage self he would.

He's a very smart man, but we are all stupid, and we all forget how much we need the things that keep us running well.

I started using Head and Shoulders ten years ago for itchy scalp and dandruff, and then for ten years I have not had itchy scalp and dandruff, so I thought “why do I still buy shampoo to combat itchy scalp and dandruff when I do not have itchy scalp and dandruff,” so I stopped buying the shampoo for itchy scalp and dandruff and can you guess I have now? Can you predict what currently afflicts me? It’s alright if you can’t because apparently I fuckin couldn’t either

[bharathomo]

Kidney Problems and Kidney Failure Treatment Without Dialysis

Kidney disorders impact millions of people across the globe, frequently leading to chronic kidney diseases (CKD) as well as kidney disease if untreated. Our kidneys are accountable for removing the excess fluids and waste from the blood, ensuring an equilibrium of minerals and salts and ensuring overall health. When the kidneys don't function as they should, harmful substances build up within the body, which can lead to serious problems. This article will discuss chronic kidney disease treatment for high creatinine levels and kidney failure treatment with dialysis. We'll also focus on prevention and home remedies. Strategies.

What is a Kidney Problem?

Kidney problems can arise because of a variety of causes that range from infections to long-term illnesses like high blood pressure and diabetes. Chronic kidney disease (CKD) is a form of kidney disease that causes the kidneys to cease to remove waste as time passes gradually. CKD is a progressive disease that progresses from mild renal dysfunction to kidney failure, which could be life-threatening if high creatinine treatment is not treated.

Kidney failure or end-stage kidney disorder(ESRD) is when kidneys are unable to anymore perform the vital functions they are required to do. Numerous kidney-related treatments are available all over the world. If you're suffering from kidney problems, it is possible to obtain kidney failure treatment without dialysis. 

Chronic Kidney Disease Treatment Options

The treatment for chronic kidney disease focuses on reducing the severity of damage to the kidney and reducing symptoms. Early detection and treatment is crucial to prevent kidney failure. The most common treatments are:

kidney problem medications: Homeopathic medications prescribed by a doctor can assist in controlling the conditions that cause CKD, like diabetes and high blood pressure. Certain kidney-related medications help aid in protecting the kidneys by reducing blood pressure and reducing the levels of protein in urine.

Lifestyle changes for kidneys: A diet that is kidney-friendly means limiting sodium as well as potassium and phosphorus intake while ensuring healthy nutrition. A diet rich in vegetables, fruits and lean protein can aid in reducing the strain on kidneys.

Lifestyle changes: such as regular exercising, quitting smoking and keeping a healthy weight are all essential to managing CKD. These modifications can help improve overall health and slow the development of kidney disease. 

Specialised treatment: For those suffering from the more advanced CKD and kidney disease. But, research continues to be looking into new treatment options for kidney failure treatment without dialysis, like homeopathy treatments.

Cure for Chronic Kidney Disease: Is It Possible?

There aren't many options for cure for chronic kidney disease are not available at the moment. However, with the proper treatment program, CKD can be managed effectively, and the risk of further damage to the kidneys can be minimised. Early intervention, appropriate medication and lifestyle adjustments can be the best strategies to stop the progression of CKD. In certain cases, it is possible to have the damage diminished to the point that patients can lead a normal life without needing dialysis or a transplant for a number of years.

How to Lower High Creatinine by Using Home Remedies

In addition to the standard high creatinine treatment, some natural remedies can help lower levels of high creatinine naturally.

Keep hydrated: Dehydration may cause an increase in creatinine levels. Drinking enough water aids in flushing out toxins and improves kidney function.

Limit your intake of protein:  A high-protein diet can boost the production of creatinine in the body. Reducing the consumption of red meat and settling for plant-based protein sources could reduce the levels of creatinine.

Herbal teas: Certain herbal teas, including dandelion root and chamomile, could help reduce creatinine levels by encouraging diuresis or increasing urine production. However, consult a healthcare practitioner before attempting any herbal remedy.

Avoid vigorous exercise: Although regular exercise is beneficial to general health, too much or intense workouts may increase the levels of creatinine for a short period of time. Moderate exercise is suggested to prevent overtraining the kidneys.

Use natural remedies: Several natural medications are suggested to improve kidney health. However, it's important to talk about these options with a physician to ensure safety and efficacy.

Prevention of Kidney Problems

The first step to preventing kidney issues is taking care of your lifestyle in a healthy way and taking care of existing health conditions. Here are the most important actions you can take to safeguard your kidneys

Maintain healthy blood pressure and sugar levels: Diabetes and high blood pressure are the two most common causes of damage to the kidneys. Maintaining these conditions in check by Treatment for kidney failure, eating, and exercise can reduce the chance of developing CKD.

Drinking water:  plenty of water every day helps support kidney function, can help keep kidney stones from forming, and prevents infections.

Maintaining a healthy diet: that is rich in fruits, vegetables, and whole grains, keeping sodium levels low, and avoiding processed food items may reduce the likelihood of kidney problems.

Regular physical exercise: it can help maintain an ideal weight, lower blood pressure, and help improve kidney health.

Regular health: checks can help identify kidney issues early, particularly those with risk factors like hypertension, diabetes or an ancestor with a medical history that has kidney problems.

Conclusion

Kidney troubles can be very severe, but with the correct treatments and preventive measures, they can be effectively treated. Therapy for kidney problems attempts to slow the progress of damage to the kidneys, and modifications to lifestyle and medication will help keep healthy kidneys. The reduction of high creatinine levels through the use of home remedies and medical treatments is essential to protect kidney function. In addition, Treatment for kidney failure can offer hope to the next generation of kidney treatment. Preventive steps towards prevention can maintain long-term kidney health for you as well as your family members.

[leomonwell]

A Day in the Life: Michele's Journey with Dialysis

I had an incredibly grounding conversation with Michele, a remarkable woman whose life revolves around something many of us don’t think much about: dialysis. Sitting across from her, I was stunned at how resilient the human spirit can be, and just how intertwined modern medicine and personal strength can be in someone’s daily existence. Watch the video OR continue reading after the preview:

I started with a simple question, “What did you do today?” and Michele’s response came as casually as if she’d said she’d gone grocery shopping or met a friend for coffee. “I had dialysis today,” she told me. Dialysis for Michele is a part of her routine, but it’s also the reason she’s here, sharing her story with us.

Michele’s dialysis is not a one-time event; it’s a commitment she’s made to herself three days a week, every week, to keep living. And the impact is not lost on her. “It’s draining,” she admitted, “but it’s life-saving.” It’s what keeps her going, what keeps her grounded, what makes all the other parts of her life possible.

In our conversation, I asked her to break it down a bit more. Who exactly needs dialysis? And why? Michele explained with such a mix of practicality and acceptance that I found myself both humbled and inspired. “I have no kidney function,” she said simply. So, three times a week, she goes in to have her blood cleaned and excess water removed. “I don’t urinate anymore,” she said, almost matter-of-factly.

Despite everything, Michele doesn’t let dialysis define her. She still has her family life, her chores, her everyday moments. She cooks, cleans, maintains her home, and lives as fully as possible within her circumstances. For Michele, life is still happening—her condition hasn’t taken that from her. But it’s clear that if dialysis stopped, her world would start closing in. She described how she would start swelling, how her breathing would become labored—difficult realities that would affect her every move, her every breath.

Michele then showed me her fistula, surgically implanted to help with dialysis. As I felt the pulse under her skin, I was reminded how the human body, even when failing in some ways, adapts in others to stay alive. Michele even pointed out that this fistula and the grafts in her arms mean that she can’t “be a real cosmetic type of person.” Highlighting sacrifices people like her make—sacrifices of aesthetics and ease, in the name of survival.

She has a graft in her chest as well, with tubes to aid in the process. It’s been there for almost a year, and she hopes it’ll be removed soon. It’s a piece of her medical journey she carries daily, a constant, necessary companion to her life.

Michele’s journey shows me that resilience isn’t always loud or dramatic; sometimes, it’s quietly courageous, in the form of routine appointments and treatments. It’s in the determination to keep going, to keep finding meaning and connection. And for Michele, it’s in the choice to live life fully, despite the physical reminders and medical processes that accompany each step.

In sharing Michele’s story, I hope we all remember the strength it takes to navigate life with grace, even when the path is unsteady and marked by challenges we can’t always see.