#How to ask your doctor for weight loss pills

[violet-fluff]

Levi x Pregnant! Reader AU

An Unexpected Gift (pt.1)

Part two

Masterlist

You stared at the endless amount of medical posters plastered on the walls.

One provided a hotline for mental crisis.

One demonstrated a diagram of a human’s nervous system.

And another was reminding everyone to get their flu shot for the upcoming season.

You weren’t here for any of that. You were here because…cancer.

At least that’s what Google determined your sudden nausea was, because…why wouldn’t Google continuously tell people they have cancer?

“Miss L/N?” A nurse’s sweet voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

The nurse escorts you to the back where she has you step on a scale to get your weight.

You’ve lost three pounds.

Yup. Cancer. Definitely cancer.

After taking other precautions like your height, blood pressure and temperature, the nurse leaves you in a room to wait for the doctor.

The crinkling of the bed’s paper cover annoys you as it crinkles every time you move.

You sit up straight as you hear a knock on the door and your doctor walks in.

“Miss L/N. Nice to see you again.”

“Dr. Reed,” You sigh, “I have cancer don’t I?”

Dr. Reed chuckles as he sits in his chair, reading over his clipboard. “How many times do I have to tell you to stop reading Google?”

“Every time…”

He looks over the rim of his glasses and smiles as he clicks his pen closed. “Well fortunately for you, Miss L/N, you don’t have cancer. Your blood tests and urine samples came back showing that you’re pregnant.”

Time stood still. You feel all the color wash from your face as you feel light headed. “P-pregnant?”

“Mhmm,” Dr. Reed hums and crosses his arms. “It explains your sudden nausea, weight loss and fatigue. I’m shocked Google told you cancer and not pregnancy. Although, your iron levels are low so I’m going to prescribe you iron pills as well as prenatals.”

You cover your eyes as you laugh in disbelief. “I didn’t figure I was pregnant because my husband is snipped. He’s not supposed to be able to get me pregnant!”

Dr. Reed hums in thought. “I see. Well unfortunately in some rare instances, vasectomies can fail. I would advise your husband to go to his doctor to get that looked at. You both decided to not have children or he already had the vasectomy before he married you?”

You sigh. “We both decided to not have children.”

“Alright,” Dr. Reed uses his professionalism to analyze the situation, “How do you feel about this? The pregnancy I mean.”

“Shocked. In disbelief.” You twiddle your thumbs anxiously. “I mean, this wasn’t supposed to happen.”

“I have an important question to ask. This may be one you want to speak with your husband about first, only if you’re comfortable with that. Do you want to terminate the pregnancy or keep it?” The doctor asks sternly, but softly.

You try to think of an answer, but so much is going on in your head that you can’t come up with one on the spot. “Um, I have to think about this first. I would also like to let my husband know. It would be wrong of me not to tell him.”

Dr. Reed nods and helps you up. “Alright. If you want to keep the pregnancy or terminate it, I want you to call the office right away after you make the decision so I can know what direction to take you.”

Tears fill your eyes as you nod. “Thanks, Dr. Reed.”

He smiles and helps you back out to the office.

Once you get home, Levi is waiting for you on the couch. Your eyes widen.

“You’re home early?”

Levi nods as he watches the TV. “Yeah. The building is getting electrical maintenance so Erwin sent us all home.”

“Ok.” You quickly walk to the bathroom and sit on the floor for a few minutes, trying to figure out how you will tell Levi.

You jump when there’s a knock on the door. “You alright? Did you have to take a shit?”

With a small laugh, you took a deep breath and decided it was now or never.

You walk out of the bathroom and come face to face with Levi. He raises a brow as you grab his arm and sit you both on the edge of your bed.

“I went to the doctors today….”

Levi groaned. “Shit. You’re dying aren’t you?”

You give a small smile. “I thought I was. But…I’m pregnant…”

Levi’s eyes widen and he jumps up. “What?! How?!”

“The doctor said sometimes a vasectomy can fail and-“

“No no no!” Levi cuts you off as he starts pacing back and forth. “Not mine. My wouldn’t fail. I went to the best doctor in the city.”

At a loss for words, all you can do is start tearing up and stuttering. “W-well, that’s what my doctor said. He confirmed-“

Levi stopped right in front of you and looked down towards you. “You cheated didn’t you?”

“What?! No!” You yell. “I literally told you what my doctor said. He said you should get rechecked by yours.”

Levi covers his face with his hands. “Do you want to keep it? Because remember we both decided we liked to be by ourselves and not have a little shit to deal with.”

A sense of motherly instinct washed over you on that last part and caused you to stand up in irritation. “I do want to keep it.”

That causes Levi to freeze in place and then suddenly throw his hands up in frustration. “Shit! I can’t deal with this right now!”

He storms out of the bedroom and you can hear the jingle of his car keys as he stomps out the front door, giving it a nice slam on his way out.

You are emotionless for a good minute before you start sobbing into your hands.

‘I guess I’m a single mom now.’

[thinking1bee]

When It Reigns Final Part

Requested by Anonymous

Pairings: Kara Danvers x Reader 

Tags: Angst, Kryptonian!Reader, Parent!Reader, Parent!Kara, Estranged Parent, Graphic Depictions of Injuries, Blood, Humor, Bad Dreams, Memory Loss

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When you came to, it was slow and arduous. You felt weak, incredibly so, but you felt two weights snuggled by your sides. You groaned, and that’s when you felt a hand against your cheek.

“Hey there, beautiful.”

You smiled and leaned into the touch, knowing instinctively who the hand belonged to.

“Beautiful isn’t the description I would give myself this moment,” you groaned.

You blinked your eyes open and focused on Kara, who was watching you with the softest smile that you had ever seen. You watched as she tucked some of her hair behind her ear before she cupped your cheek.

“You will always be beautiful to me.”

You rolled your eyes and chuckled. “Charmer,” you quipped before you looked around. “Where’s Angel?”

“Right here.”

You looked down to see her cuddled into your other side, her cheek buried into your neck, and when you saw her, tears came to your eyes. She was here, and she was safe. You leaned down to kiss her hair, sniffling as you tried to hold her closer. Your little girl was safe. And she was so brave.

“She wouldn’t leave your side,” Kara whispered as she ran soft and gentle fingers through her daughter’s hair.

“If it were me, you would have to pry me away from her, so I understand.”

Kara chuckled and kissed your cheek. “How do you feel?”

“Like I just got absolutely decimated by a runaway train. How are you?”

“Nothing the sun lamp couldn’t fix,” she replied.

“How’s Alex?”

As if on cue, she shuffled into the med bay. She groaned as she held a massive ice pack to her head. Alex didn’t say anything. Instead, she walked to a cabinet, opened it, and took out a large bottle of Advil.

“I know it doesn’t look like it, but I’m so happy that you’re awake,” she grumbled.

Alex readjusted the ice pack on her head. “My head is beating like a goddamn drum.”

“Are you okay??” you asked her.

“It’s a result of the psychic link we had with you and J’onn. It hit her a little harder,” Kara explained.

“Sorry that I’m not super awesome and have superpowers,” Alex mumbled sarcastically.

“Yeah, bummer,” Kara cackled. Alex shook her head.

“Bitch,” she said under her breath as she walked out. You watched her pop at least four pills in her mouth before she disappeared from view.

Kara giggled and you stared at the door she left out of. “I’m no doctor but I’m pretty sure that she took way more than the recommended amount.”

“She’ll chase it down with some wine in about an hour. She has never been one to listen to doctor’s orders.”

That made you laugh. Beside you, Angel stirred awake. She yawned before looking up.

“Hey there, beautiful,” you said, and her eyes widened.

“Mom!”

She circled her arms around you and hugged you closely. You held her back, your nose buried in her hair.

“Hi, babygirl,” you murmured against her skin. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too!”

She was full on sobbing now, and you held her closer to you, smiling as she released the emotions that she’d been holding in for so long.

“You’re okay, right? Like you’re back to normal?”

“I’m not quite sure. Reign is gone but I have no idea if I’m me again.”

“Actually, I do have an answer for you,” Lena said with a smile as she walked in.

“Yeah?”

“The results from your blood examination came back. You are 100% human. There’s no trace of Kryptonian DNA anywhere.”

You breathed a sigh of relief as you sank back into the bed. That was so reassuring to hear. Angel pouted a little though, her eyes crinkling at the sides.

“What’s wrong?” you asked her.

“It would have been kind of cool to have another mom with superpowers. Could you imagine if you and Momma fought bad guys together?”

It was a thought, but you still shook your head. “There’s no way I would be remotely responsible if I had powers. All it would take would be for someone to cut me off in traffic and then I’d throw their car off a bridge.”

Angel snorted and Kara frowned. “No, we don’t need that.”

You turned to face Lena. “You protected my daughter from Reign. You protected her with your life. I don’t even know how to thank you.”

Lena smiled softly and held her hands together. She looked away as a slight blush colored her cheeks. “You don’t have to thank me at all.”

You shook your head. “No, I’m going to, because had anything happened to her, or you, or anybody else that I care about, I wouldn’t even know how to cope. And yet, you put yourself between Reign and her like it was nothing. You could have been hit or worse!”

Lena took your hand and held it tightly. “But I wasn’t, and neither was Angel. We’re all safe and relatively unscathed. You have nothing to worry about except for you to heal. We’re all okay and now you should focus on being the same.”

You nodded. Lena waved shyly to Angel and Kara before she took her leave. Everything was silent for a moment as you held your two favorite girls.

“I’m hungry,” you said a moment before your stomach growled.

Kara sat up. “Potstickers? Pizza?”

“All of it, please.”

Kara chuckled as she gently got up from the bed.

“Yes, ma’am.”

***

It was two more weeks before you were cleared to leave the DEO. After extensive tests that proved that you were no longer affected by Reign, J’onn practically pushed you out the door and told you not to come back. All of it was said with a smile on his face, of course. You were back at L-Corp with Angel doing her homework on the desk across from you.

“You’re okay with being here? It might be an all-nighter.”

Angel shrugged and smiled adorably. “No, I don’t mind. I wish to spend more time with you. Even if we’re not doing anything together, I still want to share a space with you. If that’s okay.”

You smiled, a bubble of emotion welling in your chest. “Of course, it's okay. It’s more than okay.”

Angel gave you the widest smile. More time passed when Lena checked in on you. You had to reassure her multiple times that you were more than okay to do this. By comparison, it was infinitely easier to stay at work all night than to be some alien doomsday device for all of mankind on planet Earth. That one made her laugh, and she took her leave after making you promise that you wouldn’t overdo yourself. As the time continued to tick on, and the day turned into night, you heard the sound of Kara’s boots landing on the balcony.

“Hello, gorgeous,” she said to you as she stepped inside.

Angel was already asleep. With a stomach full of pizza and her homework completed, she snoozed on the couch, and you even tucked her in.

“Hello, hello.”

You got up and hugged your wife, your face burrowed into the skin of her neck. She cupped your cheek before leaning down and kissing you deeply. You melted into her, Kara’s lips warm and strong against yours as she continued to hold you close.

“Wow, I missed that,” you admitted when she pulled away.

“Well, if you have some more energy later tonight, I would be more than happy to oblige. Maybe more kisses, or maybe something much more.”

You went to respond when Angel dry heaved.

“That’s so freaking gross.”

You chuckled and held Kara close. Everything was okay. You were okay. Your family was okay, and for the first time, you felt more than prepared for the future, whatever it may bring.

[fortheloveofwonderland]

Darkness Declares Glory | Chapter 7 | S.R

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A/N - this fic deals with some very dark themes such as drug use, self-harm and suicidal ideation. Please proceed with caution and Minors DNI. There is a reader insert but it is very Spencer-centric.

Chapter Summary - Spencer makes an unlikely ally in the form of a rather flirtatious nurse and struggles with his new routine.

Pairing - Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader

Category - dark angst | smut | eventual happy ending.

Warnings - anxiety, medication, flirty nurses, swearing, weight loss and jokes about “fattening” Spencer up, group therapy, talk of drug addiction and overdose, talk of suicidal thoughts, PTSD, depression, mentions of Tobias Hankel, withdrawal symptoms, brief mentions of Calvin Shaw and Luis’s death, therapy, paranoid thoughts, talk of medication and depression.

WC - 6.1k

Chapter 7 - Diary of a Madman

“Sir? Mister Reid? Mister Reid, are you ok?” 

Spencer groaned as the pain quickly flooded back and he blinked up at the face looming over him. 

“It’s…Doctor. Doctor Reid.” He wiped his face with his hand. 

“I’m sorry, are you ok Doctor Reid?” The man, presumingly the nurse, helped Spencer sit up. 

“Uh…I’m not sure.” He admitted. 

“Did you fall out of bed?” 

“I don’t think so.” 

“We need to get your wounds redressed.” The man wrapped an arm around Spencer’s waist and helped him sit back on the bed. 

It was only then that Spencer realised he was wearing just his boxers and t-shirt. Being undressed in front of people caused no end of anxiety for Spencer. In new and strange situations Spencer liked to be covered as much as possible by way of comforting himself. Keeping himself covered from strangers' eyes offered him an odd kind of solace. 

He had no idea where it stemmed from but he’d carried it with him his whole life. 

He was quick to pull the sheet over his body, up to his neck. 

“Can I…my clothes?” 

“I need to redress your wounds first.” The nurse smiled sadly at him, moving back to the cart Spencer hadn’t noticed until now, and picking up a first aid kit. 

Spencer pulled the sheet impossibly higher. 

“I’d really rather we didn’t.” He pouted. 

“We have to stop infections. I’m sure you understand.” He waited patiently for Spencer to remove the sheet of his own accord, not wanting to panic him. “My name is George by the way.”

“Hi.” Spencer swallowed, taking a few deep breaths to ready himself. 

He closed his eyes as he brought his arms out from under the sheets and kept them closed while George went about bandaging his arms again. He focused on his breathing the whole time, and not the way George’s gentle touches still caused pain to shoot through his whole body. As soon as he was done, Spencer retreated his arms back under the sheet. 

“Your leg please?” George asked softly. 

Spencer still didn’t dare open his eyes as he pulled back the sheet just enough to free his right leg. Again he kept his attention on his breathing, the expanding and deflating of his lungs in his chest. 

George hummed a little while he worked, whether or not he was conscious of it, Spencer wasn’t sure. But he found it strangely comforting. When George was finished and Spencer was covered all the way with the sheets again, he finally opened his eyes. George had moved back towards his cart, grabbed a small pill cup and a cup of water and returned to Spencer’s side before handing them to him. Spencer looked down at the two little pills in the bottom of the paper cup. 

“I assume one is methadone. What’s the other?” 

“Zoloft. Doctor Sherman prescribed it.” 

“Zoloft.” Spencer repeated. Not Prozac but not entirely dissimilar. “I don’t want it.” 

“Unfortunately you have to take it. Take one now and you can discuss it with Doctor Sherman later.” 

Spencer knew one pill wasn’t going to affect him much. Logically he knew that. But his rational thinking wasn’t at its best as of late. He knew how to placate the nurse enough so he quickly popped the pills in his mouth and took a sip of water. 

George stared at him for a moment and Spencer knew what he was waiting for. He sighed a little before opening his mouth to show George it was in fact empty. 

“Thank you.” George turned around to go back to his cart and Spencer hurriedly extracted the pills from their hiding place under his tongue and stuffed them under his pillow. 

When George turned back to face him, he was none the wiser. He placed two rather plush looking towels on the end of the bed along with a small toiletry bag. 

“What’s that?” Spencer chewed on his lip. 

“Shampoo, body wash, toothbrush and toothpaste.” He patted the bag. 

Of course, because he was expected to shower everyday and take care of his personal hygiene like a normal person. He had absolutely no idea when the last time he showered was. He remembered showing before leaving his apartment to buy drugs that night but he was starting to think that last conscious memory was from nearly a year and a half ago. He raised his hand to his face and brushed his fingers over his stubbly jaw. 

“I need to shave.” He mumbled but George’s wry smile told him the answer to that. “But of course you aren’t going to trust a suicidal maniac with a razor.”

“Your words, not mine.” George chuckled. “We do have a small salon where we take care of things like that. I can request an appointment if you like?” 

“Sure.” Spencer sighed. 

“So the shower rooms are left out of your room at the end of the corridor. Once you’re showered and dressed you can head down to the dining hall for breakfast.” George smiled. “Up you get, I’ll wheel you down there.” 

“Uh…I’m good.” Spencer shook his head. 

“No offence but you don’t smell good.” He chuckled. “And it’s protocol for patients to shower every day.” 

Spencer pouted again.

“They’re not…people can’t…” he pulled the sheet tighter around him and George filled in the blanks. 

“They are individual cubicles. No one can see in. You’ll have privacy.” 

“I don’t suppose there is any way you will just turn a blind eye and pretend you took me for a shower?” 

“Again, no offence, but no one that comes within fifty feet of you is going to believe you showered today.” 

Spencer groaned loudly. 

“At least let me put my pants and sweater on?” 

“As long as you take them off in the shower, that’s fine by me.” George collected the clothes off the floor and handed them to Spencer before turning away and giving him some privacy. 

Spencer quickly wiggled into the clothes, pulling his hands up the sleeves and letting George know he was done. 

“You want some clean clothes for after your shower?” 

“Please, they're all still in my bag.” He nodded to the duffle bag on the floor. 

George slung it to the bed and Spencer sifted through the clothing Emily had packed for him. He grabbed some clean boxers, a clean pair of mismatched socks, some black dress trousers, an old t-shirt he hadn’t seen let alone worn in years, and another oversized sweater. 

Spencer kept his head down while George wheeled him down the corridor and into the bathrooms. He pushed his chair up to an empty cubicle. 

“Can you stand?” George asked him with a concerned frown.

“For short periods. As long as I don’t move too much.” Spencer shrugged. 

“Let me help you into the cubicle and then I’ll wait right out here for you, ok?” He was already wrapping an arm around Spencer's shoulders. 

Spencer cradled his towels, toiletry bag and clean clothes while George helped him into the cubicle. George gave him a smile before backing out of the cubicle and Spencer quickly locked it behind him. At least it was better than prison. At least he had some semblance of privacy. 

He set his belongings on the small bench and sat down next to them while he undressed. The quicker he got this over with the better. Grabbing the little bottles of shampoo and body wash he pushed himself back up on his good leg and hopped to the shower head. 

He switched the shower on and at first the water was freezing but even as it heated up it didn’t get as hot as Spencer would like. He tried to adjust the temperature, to turn it up to the scorching levels he preferred but the dial didn’t budge. 

“Uh George, I think the temperature gauge is broken.” He called over his shoulder. 

“Not broken. They are fixed at a certain temperature.” 

“W-why?” 

George’s chuckle echoed through the bathroom. 

“For moments like this. Scalding hot showers are not permitted, Doctor Reid.” 

Spencer shuddered slightly at his teasing tone and his use of his honorific. In the real world Spencer would undoubtedly try his luck with George and assuredly end up in bed with him. 

In the real world. 

Not here. Not where Spencer was the patient and George was tasked with taking care of him. He needed to get his mind out of the gutter. 

The shower was pleasant but not as much so as if it was hotter. He let the luke-warm water cleanse his body, somewhat mesmerised by the way the water rolled off his dressings. 

Waterproof. Of course. 

His arms screamed in pain when he raised them to wash his greasy hair but the pain was satisfying. He kept the majority of his weight on his left side, every so often daring to lean against his right and revelling in the pain it caused. 

He washed himself languidly, surprised by how much he was enjoying the showEventually he had to shut it off though as the pain in his leg became too much to stand. Maybe he should have taken the methadone. If that’s even what it was. 

He sat back on the bench and dried himself with the towels. He was still damp when he dressed, instinctively pulling the sleeves of his sweater over his hands. He reached forward and unlocked the cubicle without standing and gave George a tight lipped smile. 

“See, much better. I can’t smell you anymore.” George laughed and Spencer really liked that sound. 

He let George help him back into his chair and wheel him over to the sinks so Spencer could brush his teeth. He was so grateful for the lack of mirrors in the bathroom because he knew seeing his reflection would only freak him out. He brushed his teeth vigorously and when he was done George returned him to his room to put his stuff away. 

Despite being in the wheelchair, Spencer insisted on slipping his converse on his feet, feeling strange without shoes on. Afterwards he let George wheel him to the dining hall and Spencer felt his anxiety skyrocketing. He could already hear the bustle from inside before they reached it and it caused his chest to constrict. He tried digging his nails into his palms and failed. And then he remembered the rubber band. He’d forgotten all about that. 

He moved his hand up his sleeve and started snapping the band on his wrist. His new dressing didn’t come down as far as his wrist and the feeling of the rubber hitting his bare skin grounded him a little. It had been a long time since he’d been around a large group of people and mentally he wasn’t prepared for it. 

His hands still up his sleeves he wrapped his arms around his small frame as far as he could, hugging himself tightly. His good leg bounced up and down and grinded his teeth relentlessly. 

“You’ll be ok.” George whispered as he pushed him closer to the door. “Everyone here is really nice. Maybe you’ll even make friends.”

“You sound like my mother on my first day of college.” 

“College?”

“I was only twelve. Don’t worry.” Spencer shook his head, hugging himself tighter. 

They entered the hall and Spencer’s breath caught in his throat as he took in all the sounds and faces in the room. 

“This is my worst nightmare.” He mumbled under his breath but George heard him. 

“Your worst nightmare, really? Over dramatic much, Doctor Reid?” 

Spencer shot him a look over his shoulder. 

“You must need to eat right? Why don’t you have breakfast with me?” 

“I have breakfast at five am, long before you’re awake. And contrary to what you might think, I do have other patients to see.” George smirked at him. 

“Fine.” Spencer groaned. “Just sit me somewhere quiet please? I’m really not ready to be thrown in at the deep end.” 

George found a table occupied by only two other patients and wheeled Spencer’s chair to the far end of it. 

“This ok, your highness?” George teased. 

“Oh stop.” Spencer rolled his eyes. 

“What do you want to eat?” 

“Uh…I have no idea.” Spencer shrugged, he hadn’t even thought about eating. 

“Ok, well do you have any allergies? Vegetarian? Vegan?”

“Nope.” Spencer shook his head. “I am particularly partial to coffee though.” 

“No coffee here I’m afraid. I can offer you juice?” 

“I’m beginning to dislike you.” Spencer rolled his eyes. “I’ll have whatever. Honestly I don’t even care.” 

“That’s the spirit.” George teased again before heading away to get Spencer’s breakfast. 

“Can’t get any goddamn coffee, what is this place? I could get coffee in prison for fuck sake.” he mumbled under his breath, staring down at the table in front of him. 

“They don’t let addicts have stimulants.” a meek voice forced him to look up from his stare off with the table top.

One of the patients from the other end of the table was now sitting next to him and it put Spencer on edge instantly. He looked to be no older than twenty, with thick rimmed glasses and slicked back hair. He wore a button up shirt under a thick cardigan. If Spencer didn’t know any better he would have thought he was looking into a mirror to the past. Everything about this boy, his awkward posture, his fidgeting hands, reminded Spencer of his younger self. His tight lipped smile didn’t help dispel that feeling. 

“I’m Taylor.” The boy gave him a gawky wave, similar to how Spencer himself would wave. 

Spencer stared at him in confusion for a few moments until he decided to shake it off. 

“Spencer.” 

“What are you in for?” 

There were way too many similarities here to prison. 

“Uh…dilaudid and cocaine.” he fiddled with his fingers in his lap, still firmly hidden away up his sleeves. “You?”

“Heroin.” the kid shrugged. 

“You’re so young.” Spencer mused out loud which made the boy chuckle dryly. 

“There’s no set age upon which stupid decisions begin.” 

“Good point.” Spencer agreed. “How long have you been here?” 

“Uh, like five months I think?” 

“Does it get any easier?” Spencer chewed on his lip in anticipation of his answer. 

“Honestly?” Taylor pulled a face. “No. If they let me go tomorrow the first thing I would do is go and get high.” 

“Super.” Spencer turned his attention back to the table, signifying he was finished talking. 

Soon after, George returned with a plate and a cup of juice. The plate was piled so high with food Spencer wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do with it. There was an array of eggs, bacon, sausages, bread, mushrooms and other items Spencer couldn’t even see under the stacks of food. 

“You expect me to eat all of this?” Spencer’s eyes were wide as he looked at George. 

“I think you’ll be surprised how hungry you are. And you are kind of terrifyingly skinny, even though you try to hide it under large sweaters.” George smirked. 

“You’re trying to fatten me up?” Spencer raised an eyebrow at him. 

“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m trying to do.” George nudged him in the arm playfully and usually Spencer would become skittish from someone touching him like that.

But he found he didn’t mind so much. 

“Right, I have to go see other patients now, if that’s ok with you, your highness?” 

“Stop calling me that. I didn’t ask for your help. I’m sure I can handle a wheelchair on my own.” 

“We’ll see. Have a good day, Doctor.” George winked at him and Spencer felt an odd flutter in his chest. 

He watched George walk away, completely unaware Taylor was watching the whole thing. 

“Someone seems to be a little taken by you, Doctor.” the boy mocked him, causing Spencer to snap back around to look at him. 

“He’s…he’s being nice.” he picked up his plastic fork, hand still encased in his sweater sleeve. 

“There’s nice and then there’s nice.” Taylor wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. 

Spencer didn’t have a response for that so instead he focused on his food and ignored Taylor. To his surprise he found himself eating the entire plate and feeling satisfied afterwards. He would have felt more akin to normal if he’d been allowed coffee but he couldn’t deny the food definitely helped him feel more human. That feeling was fleeting though and they were soon being directed towards their group therapy sessions and that thought alone banished any feelings the food had given him. 

Another nurse wheeled him towards one of the therapy rooms, one much less chatty and friendly than George. He curled his toes up inside his shoes as though that would somehow stem the anxiety he was feeling. He scrunched his hands into balls inside his sweater sleeves and chewed aggressively on his bottom lip as he was wheeled inside. 

A circle of chairs was set up in the centre of the room. The nurse moved one aside so she could slot Spencer’s wheelchair in its place. Half the seats were already full but Spencer wouldn’t make eye contact with anyone. Instead he resorted to looking down in his lap and clenching and unclenching his fists in time with his breathing. 

It was then that he started feeling the pain spreading through his body again. George’s company and the enjoyment of eating a proper meal had stemmed it, blocking his brain from processing the agony he felt. Now he had nothing else to focus on, the pain came back tenfold. He really should have taken that methadone. Eventually all the chairs filled and he still didn’t look up from his lap when someone started talking. 

“Good morning. For those of you who are new, I am Cedric Masters. I’d like to start the session like we always do and go around the circle in turn and I’d like you each to describe how you are feeling today in three words. I’ll go first: thankful, rested and mindful.” 

Spencer glanced up at the therapist, honed in on only looking at him and no one else in the room. Cedric, like Maggie, had extremely kind eyes and an amicable smile. Spencer wondered if it was a requirement for working here. He had short dark hair, gelled back from his face and strong, tattooed biceps peaking out under his t-shirt. The more Spencer watched him, the more similarities he could see between Cedric and Matt. 

Spencer zoned out a little as one by one people started to speak. How on earth was he supposed to describe his feelings in three words? Spencer had hundreds of words for how he was feeling, he wouldn’t even know where to begin. But he supposed that was the point. He was expected to say the first three words that came to his head which in itself would get insight into his mental state. 

But Spencer had never been good at just saying what was on his mind. If he was better at that he might not have ended up here in the first place. He didn’t realise the room had fallen silent as he was too busy wracking his brain for three words to define how he felt. Someone cleared their throat and Spencer suddenly looked up to see the whole room was looking at him. 

“Spencer is it?” Cedric smiled at him. 

“Uh, yeah.” Spencer shrunk in on himself under the weight of all the eyes on him.

“Can you give us three words for how you are feeling today?” 

“Three doesn’t seem like enough.” he told Cedric honestly. 

“I understand that. Feelings are hard to sum up in such a way. But I’d like to ask that you try. Just give me the first three words that come to mind.” Cedric smiled softly at him but it didn’t help Spencer’s nerves.

“Uh…” he chewed on his lip, still contemplating it although he wasn’t supposed to be. 

“There are no right or wrong answers, Spencer.” Cedric encouraged. 

Spencer nodded, taking a breath to just clear his mind. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth, letting the words just come out.

“Scared. Hurt. Terrified.” he felt a little stupid, two of the three words had the same meaning. But Cedric didn’t seem to mind and he was quickly moving on to the next person in the circle.

After this activity Cedric had group members volunteer to talk about how they were feeling, how they ended here and how they were coping. Spencer knew there was absolutely no way he was going to get out of sharing his story. He knew how these things worked. He was new to the group and he was going to be expected to talk. Having other people go first was Cedric’s way of putting Spencer at ease. 

It didn’t. 

Four people spoke but Spencer didn’t take any of it in. He was too busy trying to get his story straight, keep it short and to the point because he knew he had a tendency to ramble when he was nervous. These people didn’t need to know everything about him. Keep to the facts. Don’t digress. You can do this, Reid.

“Spencer?” Cedric’s voice broke through his thoughts. 

Spencer refused to look around the room, he kept his eyes on Cedric and tried to pretend it was just the two of them. 

“I had an overdose. Dilaudid and cocaine. I was told I was in the hospital for three weeks before I was moved here. I’m suicidal, suffering from major depressive disorder, PTSD and panic disorder. And I know this place is supposed to help me but all I want in the whole world is to get high again.” He hadn’t realised his leg had started jiggling up and down and now he couldn’t stop it. 

“Can you tell us something personal about you? Tell us about your support system.” Cedric encouraged. 

It was too similar to his talk with Maggie last night. Did they really need to know about his friends? But despite himself, Spencer found he actually wanted to talk about them. If he was talking about the team it meant he wasn’t talking about himself. He kept his eyes honed in on Cedric and spoke again.

“Uh well…that would be my old team. At the FBI. So there’s Emily. She’s the boss…the Unit Chief. She’s like a big sister, she always takes care of everyone. She’s so compassionate…she’s one of the best people I know.” Even if I am mad at her right now.

“Then there’s Penelope who’s crazy smart and extremely quirky. She’s like the life of soul of the party, you can’t help but smile when you’re around her. JJ’s great too. We used to be a lot closer but we kinda drifted apart a bit. I’m godfather to her two kids Henry and Michael who are just the greatest kids. 

Rossi I guess is kind of like the father figure. He’s stern when he needs to be but he’s also a huge softy. We play chess together a lot but I always beat him. Then there’s Luke who is so much smarter than people think he is. People see him as just this pretty face but he is so much more than that. He’s one of my favourite people to talk to. Tara is a complete badass, she’s equal parts smart and funny and her personality is completely infectious. She was a great addition to the team, really balanced us out. And Matt I don’t know so well but he seems really great too. I left the team before he joined properly but I’ve heard good things about him and I’m sure he’s fitting in just great over there. And uh…well…that’s it, I guess.” 

Spencer took a breath and realised he’d been spouting on and on, just like he told himself not to. His cheeks immediately burnt in embarrassment and he averted his eyes to his lap.

“Sorry, I ramble when I’m uncomfortable.”

“There’s no need to be sorry, Spencer. I’m glad to hear you have such a large support system.” Cedric nodded before moving on to some else.

It caused Spencer’s blush to deepen. Were they really his support system? He’d cut them all out of his life, ignored all their attempts at trying to contact him and pushed them away. He was still pushing them away, telling his Doctor he didn’t want to see any of them. The truth was, Spencer did want to see them. Every last one of them. He was just scared of having them see him. 

But if anyone was going to be unphased by his state it was the seven members of his old team and he suddenly wanted nothing more than to see them. 

***

At the end of the session Cedric bestowed a journal on Spencer. Much like Delaney had explained, Cedric told him that it was his private journal and he didn’t have to show anyone what it contained unless he wanted to. Another nurse helped Spencer back to his room where he would inevitably stay until someone came to get him for lunch. 

He sat at the desk and opened the journal to the first page. He started by writing down all the things he’d said about his team in group therapy, a reminder of why he needed them if he ever forgot. Then he turned to a new blank page and hovered the pen above it. 

I have never once in my life kept a journal, with the exception of prison. What am I even supposed to write here? I understand the premise, it’s supposed to be a way of getting my thoughts out of my head. The truth is though, I don’t even know what I’m thinking. Or maybe I’m just thinking too many things that I can’t get an accurate grasp on anything in particular. 

One recurring thought is how much goddamn pain I’m in. It’s funny really, I used to use physical pain to mask my mental anguish, I enjoyed pain. But right now I’d do anything to make it go away. Maybe it’s because of the extent of the pain. It’s not localised, it’s spreading throughout my entire body. Every little movement, even just writing this, hurts immensely. And when I'm in pain all I can think about is how much a hit of dilaudid would help. Just one, tiny hit and all the pain would go away. One more hit and I would be able to sleep without these vivid dreams clouding my mind. One more hit would make everything so much easier. 

I’ll tell you one thing, being a drug addict is the hardest thing in the world. I wish I wasn’t one. I’d do anything to go back in time and not take those vials from Tobias’ dead body. If I could just go back and not suggest JJ and I split up…Gideon told me not to hold onto the past. No, that’s not true, Gideon didn’t tell me that. I told myself that through Gideon. In a dream. 

“It’s holding on to things like that which has gotten you into this situation”, that’s what he said. Or what I had him say, I suppose. “Let go of the past, it's not doing you any good to hold on to all that disappointment.”

I know he’s right, or I’m right. Whatever. The point is I know it’s not healthy holding onto the past and wishing for a different outcome. What’s that saying? “Insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results.”

Is that what I’m doing? 

There are so many things I would do differently if I could. I’d leave the dilaudid alone. I’d visit my mom more often. I would have told the team before I went to Mexico, or maybe I wouldn’t have gone at all. 

I would have stopped Y/N from walking away. 

I hope I can convince someone to call her. I know it's a bad idea, trust me I know that, but seeing her face again might help me find the strength to fight this. I’m scared I’m losing my memories of her. I thought once my brain started flushing out the drugs my memories would become more clear but it seems to be having the opposite effect. And the worst part is, I can’t work out why. 

He paused, noticing his hand was shaking and his writing started jittering across the page. He grinded his teeth and tried to focus on stopping the tremors. When withdrawing from drugs was so goddamn excruciating, it was no wonder people relapsed. He continued grinding his teeth and tried to push through it. 

None of this makes any sense to me and that frustrates me more than anything because I can usually make sense of everything. All I know right now is that I need to see her. I need to see her face and hear her voice. I need her to tell me it’s going to be ok and then I might actually believe it. 

I don’t know what I’ll do if I forget her. I can’t even think about that because I will crumble. She always knew all the right words to …

He was forcibly ejected from his thoughts by a knock on his door. He sat up and set his pen down on the desk, closing the journal before the door opened. Doctor Delaney smiled at him as he took a step inside.

“Hi Spencer, how are you settling in?” he asked him and he seemed to genuinely care about the answer.

“Ok I suppose.” Spencer shrugged. 

“Are you ready for lunch?” 

“I don’t know if I’m hungry. I had a really large breakfast and I’m not used to eating so much.” 

“Just eat what you can, that’s all we ask. We want you to get healthy again. And to do that you need to gain a substantial amount of weight.” Delaney stepped further into the room. 

“I guess.” Spencer shrugged again. 

He let Delaney help him back into the wheelchair and wheel him back out of the room. 

“When do I get to start physical therapy? I’m sick of this chair already.” Spencer spoke as they headed down the corridor. 

“You have another session with Maggie after lunch and then instead of taking part in afternoon activity classes you’ll have a session with our PT. Is that ok with you?” 

“Yeah that’s…yeah.” Spencer nodded. “Uh…did you call Emily yet?”

“I did not.” Delaney replied quickly and if Spencer didn’t know any better he’d think Delaney never actually planned on calling her. “Should I not?”

“I think it might be…you know, good for me if someone came to visit today.” 

“I think that’s a great idea, Spencer.” 

They were suddenly entering the dining hall and Spencer’s anxiety spiked. Delaney wasn’t quite as kind as George and sat him at a table full of other patients. While Delaney went to fetch him some food, Spencer stared at his lap and continuously snapped his rubber band against his wrist, counting the snaps in his head. 

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight…

“You alright there?” 

His eyes shot up and met the eyes of the boy sitting next to him. 

“Oh, hi Taylor.” Spencer pulled his sleeve back down to cover his hands. 

“I used to have one of those too.” Taylor smiled wryly. 

“Did it help?”

“Sometimes. I think it helps take your mind off things but not as good as cutting.” He spoke honestly and Spencer appreciated that. 

“Yeah I’m noticing that.” His fingers wandered up this sleeve and he snapped the band again, averting his eyes into his lap once more.

That was always Spencer’s way of shutting down a conversation. If he wasn’t looking at you it meant it didn’t want to converse. Thankfully Taylor seemed to understand as he didn’t speak again. 

Delaney brought over his tray of food and informed him a nurse would take him to his session with Maggie after lunch. Spencer just wanted to get on with his physical therapy, his mental state would be much better if he could get up and walk around. 

He ate half of his tuna melt and drank two thirds of a glass of juice before he was full. Or maybe he wasn’t full, maybe he just didn’t feel like eating. He kept his eyes down and listened to the chatter going on around him. He wondered if he’d ever make friends here or if he even wanted to. It might help pass the time if he had some kind of confidant. Even in prison he’d had Luis, until he was killed, and Shaw until Spencer had poisoned him. 

But being here had forced Spencer to retreat back into his shell, revert back to the shy and awkward kid he’d been in his early days at the BAU. He thought he’d grown out of that. He was older and more confident now. Or so he’d thought. Turns out, some things never change. 

Lunch seemed to drag on for hours. Spencer thought he might actually rather be in therapy than sitting here wishing he was invisible. Finally a nurse came along to drag him away from self imposed isolation and they traversed the now familiar corridors to Maggie’s office. 

He was wheeled in, helped onto the couch and then the nurse was leaving again. 

“Good afternoon, Spencer.” Maggie smiled at him. “How are you feeling today?”

He pulled his one good leg up onto the couch and hugged his knee to his chest. 

“Ok?” He posed it as a question. 

“Are you sure about that?” 

“No.” He admitted. 

“How is your pain? Honestly, please Spencer. On a scale of one to ten, one being barely any at all and ten being the worst pain you’ve ever felt. Where do you think you fall?” She folded her arms in her lap. 

Spencer wrapped his arms around leg, his hands still buried in his sweater, and rested his chin on his knee. 

“I don’t know. Three?” 

Maggie raised an eyebrow at him in disbelief. 

“Ok five.” He pulled a face. “Seven?” 

“So the methadone didn’t help?” 

“I guess not.” 

“You know for medication to work, you actually have to take it.” She narrowed her eyes on him. 

Busted. 

“Oh. You know about that.” He chewed on his lip. 

“Your medication was found under your pillow when housekeeping cleaned your room. They have to report these things. Can you tell me why you didn’t take them?”

“I didn’t think the methadone was working…I thought it was a placebo.” He confessed. He shoved one hand in the opposite sleeve and started toying with the rubber band. 

“What would make you think it’s a placebo?” She gave him a curious look. “It takes much more than one dose to make any significant changes. I assumed you were smart enough to know that.” 

“Statistically I am.” He kept gnawing on his lip and flicking the rubber band. “But I’m also incredibly paranoid.” 

“I can assure you Spencer, we are not giving you placebo drugs. We want you to get better.” 

“And theoretically I know that. But my brain isn’t all it used to be these days.” 

“What about the Zoloft? Why didn’t you take that?” 

“I told you, I had a bad experience with Prozac.” Spencer sighed. “I was depressed before the Prozac. Obviously, that’s why I was put on it. But the Prozac is what led to me feeling suicidal. And even after I stopped taking it those feelings never went away. I’m scared that Zoloft will make that worse again.” 

There must have been something about Maggie that put him at ease because he never thought he’d be this honest with a therapist. It must have been her likeness to Tara. 

“Unfortunately there is that risk with SSRIs. They tend to make you feel worse before they make you feel better. But if you stick with it, it will make you feel better.” 

“I’m scared.” He admitted with a sniff.

“I promise you I am here for you every step of the way, Spencer. We’ll have sessions every day and if you feel yourself getting worse we’ll discuss alternative solutions. But I really think Zoloft will help with your depression and anxiety. And once you have those under control, your drug addiction will be easier to manage.” 

He nodded against his knee and Maggie smiled as she pushed herself up and made her way to the medicine cabinet. Although Spencer still wasn’t convinced, he trusted Maggie. So when he tossed back the pills this time, he actually swallowed them. 

“Thank you, Spencer.” She said quietly as she sat back in her chair. “Now can you tell me how you’ve been feeling today.” 

Snapping the band against his wrist again he heaved a sigh and then he told her exactly how he’d been feeling. 

And by the time he was done, he was sobbing into the fabric of his slacks. 

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Continueddd....(Part II)

By the time 2022 started, and a few months into filming Riverdale’s sixth season, Reinhart was also dealing with new, unexplained gut issues and inexplicable weight gain. She’s been tested for Celiac disease, in which the gluten found in wheat, barley, rye, and other foods can trigger an intestine-damaging immune response, and Crohn’s disease, an autoimmune disease that causes swelling and severe inflammation in the digestive tract. “I’ve done all of them,” she says. “And my gut’s still like, ‘Hey, bitch, you got something. You just can’t figure out what it is.’”

Actually, during this time (and even last year), Peepster claimed she was diagnosed with it. That said, she's also always "yo=yo'd" because she has dreadful eating habits and hates to exercise.....plus I thought she sooooo happy and in love with SweatBoi at that point?

Reinhart says she also developed an eating disorder around this time. “I really don’t like looking at season six imagery or pictures, because I know that 99% of my thoughts were about my body,” she says. “I was a thousand percent just disassociated through that entire day or scene because my entire inner dialogue is just… ‘Your body’s changing.’”

Actually, you were 1000% disassociated because Cari were ever deepening and your acting was now shit. You'd claimed to have "developed eating disorders" (as did Crotchi) multiple times throughout the series, as well. But I guess that's how you're excusing how absolutely abysmal you were?

Also, this was when you did your weird home photo shoots "I"m a rich man" crap.....so, again, desperate for attention---and yes, your body WAS changing, because you were past your teens and perfectly normal "aging".

Earlier this year, Reinhart’s hair started falling out. “I went to my dermatologist because my scalp was also getting kind of itchy. She was like, ‘Yes, it's alopecia.’” While some types of alopecia are hormonal (a.k.a. androgenetic alopecia), others can be autoimmune-related, like alopecia areata. This is when a person’s body attacks their hair follicles, causing patchy hair loss.

Your hair started falling out years before that and it's entirely because it's fucking damaged from bleaching and daily wear and tear.....we all noticed it when you filmed Don't Look for the Pill, cuz wiggggssss....and it's why you cut it off in season 6.

As many folks who’ve been poked and prodded in search of a medical diagnosis can likely relate to, Reinhart has run into her fair share of less-than-helpful care (though she also speaks warmly of the current care she’s receiving as well as prior experiences with doctors who were attentive and helpful). While seeking treatment for her alopecia, she says one doctor seemed to suggest she go off her birth control and get pregnant to spur hair growth. She says another provider asked her if she’d been in any shows or movies he’d know, ultimately having a nurse Google her name as she sat there, waiting to be seen. “I understand this is a story that’s not very relatable,” Reinhart tells me (to which I immediately interject to say that feeling objectified under hard fluorescent lighting in a sterile waiting room is achingly relatable), “but just how dehumanizing being at a doctor’s office can be. I’m not here for small talk, I’m here for help.”

They wouldn't write her druggie scripts......or keep to their place as her hired help/servants....or recognize how speshul and amazingly fantastic/fantastically amazing she IS!!!!

There is no fucking doctor who would EVER suggest that, unless as a joke. Particularly not for somebody who takes a LOT of medication, presumably has an autoimmune disorder (pregnancy's really hard on your body if you're super healthy), etc.....

Also, PP? Since apparently you visit an MD like every fucking day? You should know they make small talk

A) to connect/help you relax

B) to ascertain moar about your lifestyle/choices/etc.....to better diagnose and prescribe shit

C) Wasn't this at the height of her cultyville cult when she felt soooooo gud, cuz peyote????

Reinhart is also aware that even having access to care is a privilege in the US, and hard-to-diagnose health problems aren’t cheap. She mentions a time that she was quoted $2,200 out of pocket for an initial consultation with a doctor who didn’t take insurance. “Even if I can afford this, I want no part in that,” she tells me. “It is so expensive to be sick. And that’s why women don’t get help. That’s why men and women don’t get help.”

She's not wrong...up to a point ANDDDD......

A) her mommeee used to gleefully work for big pharma (in like the most pumping up pricing way)

B) Says the bimbo in the mcmansion/name dropping the fancee restaurant/modeling $$$$ clothes/hair/makeup for the uber glossy "you're too fat" as near exclusive message consumerist shallow bullshit publication.

C) You supposedly have a yet to be diagnosed chronic condition and are a millionaire. You are in abject, crippling, life impacting pain----for less than 1% of your supposed fortune, this could be transformed.

Fucking liar......LBR, he was a Dr Feelgood and you didn't have the $$$ that day.

Reinhart’s health struggles came to a head this past July while in Germany filming a movie. “The third night I’m there, I developed symptoms of a UTI,” she explains. “I’m like, ‘I’ve had UTIs before. I’m a woman. We all know how it feels.’” Reinhart went to the hospital by herself at 4 a.m., where doctors performed a urinalysis. She says they found a “slight infection” and sent Reinhart on her way with some antibiotics. But the urgency to pee (the hallmark sign of a UTI) didn’t let up. She ended up going to the hospital two more times, again, thinking she had a UTI. “The second I’m done peeing, I still feel like I have to pee, but my pee is showing up with no infection,” she says.

OMG!!! She went to the ER ALL BY HERSELF???? Peepster deserves a medal right there.....Errmmm.....again, sounds like you had an infection, didn't complete your meds, actually wanted pain meds. And they DGAF who you were.

Also, as noted, preemptive strike should anything leak about what a jackhole she was while filming/justification fr why the project's gonna flop and her acting was crapta"cular.

Sometimes, Reinhart notes, the antibiotics would work for a little while, but within a couple of days, the symptoms would return. When she got back to LA, Reinhart “went straight from the airport to the urologist,” who, again, found no sign of a UTI. “I was, at this point, going back and forth between my gyno and my [urologist],” she notes, adding that she was driving an hour to appointments. “It was just like, I need to find a urogyno specialist. And I found one and I called—and this is mid-September at this point—and they’re like, ‘Okay, she can see you October 30.’ I said, ‘I can’t do that because I’m literally dying.’

Interesting how, at the time, despite this.....she was able to take a nice weekend train trip to Amsterdam and hobnob with the author of her supposed next project, huh???? Even tho she was suffering sooo....

Ummm.....it's LA, everything entails "driving an hour". Not like you can't hire an Uber (or a limo), have somebody take you, your fuckin' PA arrange/research this shit, or even stay in a closer-by hotel room the night before or something.

And, again, so they failed to recognize how sooooperrr speshul you were. Also, why not find yourself a nice, overpriced private hospital and check in there for a nonstop drip of the pain meds you're apparently soooooo desperate for????

When Reinhart spoke at the White House about mental health awareness in October 2024, she spent the night sobbing in her hotel bathtub as her boyfriend, Jack Martin, sat on the floor beside her, holding her hand. “That’s the ironic thing that people don’t see,” she tells me. “I’m literally in Washington, DC, at the White House giving a speech on mental health. And then that same night, I am sobbing, in so much discomfort, and feel so defeated.”

Actually, you've done this every fuckin' time you've had something "big" and away from home. Again, and yet nobody wrote you a pain med script? And sounds kinda ironic given it was all about mental health triumphs....

That same month, Reinhart flew back home to Ohio as her grandmother’s health was deteriorating. Because of that, she didn’t dress up with her Riverdale costars, Camila Mendes and Madelaine Petsch, for Halloween (the three have famously donned trio getups in past years, including the Hocus Pocus sisters in 2022). Fans on TikTok wondered where she was: “Healthwise, I didn’t know if I was going to be able to leave my couch. But I’m not going to tell the world that,” she says.

Ahhhh.....she contradicts herself (was it seeing Grandma or stuck on your couch, PP?) Also, she actually simply chose to go to a different party AND orgy in LA.....with her sidepiece....in a super flimsy dress. Dude, you need to stay on top of your narrative/timeline better.

Around this time Reinhart also got a cystoscopy, a procedure in which a doctor examines the lining of the bladder and urethra to see what might be going on. The result? “No tumors, no cysts, just a lot of inflammation,” Reinhart recalls. “It’s like you almost hope there’s something in there so you can remove it and feel better.” Reinhart’s doctors believe she has interstitial cystitis (IC), which is a chronic disorder where a person’s bladder or bladder wall becomes irritated and inflamed. It can have a long-lasting impact on a person’s quality of life.

Per the CDC, IC affects about 1% of people in the US, mostly people with vaginas. But it can take years to get a diagnosis. That’s because IC is often mistaken for things like UTIs. It also doesn’t have a cure and can be difficult to treat, though symptoms can go in and out of remission. Reinhart says she’s doing weekly bladder instillations, which is where a doctor inserts a catheter filled with medicine into a person’s urethra to help relax pelvic and bladder muscles to treat symptoms.

Ummm.....

A) this is the most common process to diagnose IC, so there wouldn't be "believe", there'd be a diagnosis

B) There's surgery for it, even if you don't have tumors

C) They'd also try (AGAIN) lifestyle choices to first help her symptoms.....just they're all lifestyle choices she's not interested in

D) "Can" with an average person, going to their HMO clinic. This isn't the case, seems like PP goes to the doctor every fuckin' day. They'd have lonnnnggg diagnosed this. Moar like her UTI never went away (cuz didn't finish meds) and, again, she's doctor shopping for pain pills

“No one ever knows what that is when I talk about it,” Reinhart says. “But my urogyno is telling me so many women have this, and that’s why I think it’s as important as it is to just be like, ‘Hey, I’m dealing with it too.’”

Or nobody GAF, PP.....there's plenty of info out there....which is why you've self-diagnosed yourself with it. Time to leave WebMD!

This past fall, Reinhart released a skin care line called Personal Day—amid everything *gestures tiredly* going on. It was borne from her struggles with cystic acne, something she’s dealt with since childhood, and the search for products that won’t make her skin flip out. (The website features an “ingredient checker” that allows you to input a skin or beauty product’s ingredient list and flag potential acne-triggering add-ins.)

When I ask her how she wants her line to make people feel, she pauses. “I hope they feel seen,” she says. “People with acne don’t feel seen, and also don’t want to be seen, when they’re breaking out. So I really do hope the products make people feel that their feelings towards acne are very real, and that these products were crafted by people who understand.”

Time to plug her overpriced, not selling snake oil!!!! I mean, how else is PP supposed to pay for her doctor shopping???

As our conversation shifts toward the ways that highlighting her health struggles might help others, Reinhart’s demeanor shifts. It’s clear she’s nursing some raw, emotional wounds, and understandably so, but she’s now more animated—and her voice doesn’t waver. “I feel strong and happy about the mental health advocacy that I’ve done, and I feel happy that I’m about to bring physical health into that conversation because I know that getting help for women over the next four years is going to be exponentially more difficult,” she says. “Listen to your body, and don’t take no for an answer. Don’t let a doctor tell you that nothing’s wrong when you know that there is.”

Yes, yes.....wise, highly educated and intellectual PP is also literally jeebus, helping others by whining about her privileged white girl problems, shilling cults/snake oil and always reminding you, "don't believe that meanie doctor when he won't give you moar vicodin!!! You are the smarty smart!!!"

Reinhart says that when her grandmother went to see a health care provider around April 2024 for bloating and constipation, her doctors thought she was having digestive woes because she was 85—when cancer was the true culprit.

“She had symptoms in March and April and was diagnosed in September,” Reinhart says. “Yes, I’ve been dealing with an incredible amount of health issues the last few years, but I was never really feeling super motivated to talk about them until this happened.”

A few days after this interview, Reinhart’s grandmother, Corine Reinhart, passed away. “My grandmother knew something was wrong,” Reinhart tells me. “She said, ‘Run tests.’ I’m sure that a part of my advocacy for women must come from that.

Ummm....my mom's just 2 years younger....she's now cheated the grim reaper FOUR fuckin' times. It's been my experience in each instance they tend to veer waayyyy in the other direction of caution for old people-----when she had discomfit, she was rushed to the ER. Turned out she had a blockage and they saved her life (this was the most recent instance). So no, I'm calling bullshit.

Also, PP, all you have EVER talked about were health issues (and rampant, gross materialism, slutting around and shilling crap, buuut...). Plus again, WHY TF weren't you there with her?

“I just think, Wow, damn…I’m so proud to be her granddaughter.”

And have another opportunity to co-opt somebody else's life/suffering for my own advancement....after having spent years ignoring her.

[rosysugarr]

Okay, BIG TW FOR FATPHOBIA and terrible weight loss advice in the following story, but oh boy I have had a fucking MORNING.

So my prescription for one of my main antidepressants expired and I had to get a new one. I didn't have money to go to a regular doctor so I got an appointment at a local free clinic. I've been before and they were nice, so I was like, ok easy in and out then I have my prescription.

So I went to my appointment this morning and I think about it and say to the nurse oh hey, I'd really like help getting a brace for my knee if yall can do that, I have issues with numbness and pain and weakness, and she's like oh sure I'll see what we've got! So far so good. SO THEN THE DOCTOR ARRIVES. This motherfucker, greasy reedy old man, comes in and at first he seems okay, but then he just. Seems to get Stuck on my weight. He refused to listen about my knee and I was like. Yeah I think there might be nerve damage and he was like well if it's a nerve thing a brace won't help. And I was like. Yeah but it isn't Just a nerve issue and he goes anyway if you lose even five pounds it'll help a lot with that

Hm

So then he asks about a stomach issue I've come in for before, and he not only goes oh well the pills they gave you (that have been helping) will probably make your problem worse so take less of those. And then. Then he suggests that if I want to lose weight (I don't and did not say anything about this to him) while helping my stomach, I should start fasting... OR. OR. And he genuinely suggested this: take a fiber pill with two big cups of water, as a meal replacement.

I was just. Stunned. Like. What. The fuck... I FORCED myself not to tell him to fuck off bc I need my pills but. Jesus christ???? And everything I tried to talk about he just kept going back to how I need to lose weight. He was soooo worried about me losing weight. It was. Maddening.

I came out of that office ranting to my mom about how I want this dude fucking shot into the sun. Is he giving other people this terrible dangerous advice too???? He's gonna get some sensitive kid with weight issues fucking killed if he does this????? I'm gonna talk to folks about him and give them his name but holy SHIT DUDE. YOU CAN'T... SUGGEST SHIT LIKE THAT????

Anyway I hate him and want him eliminated before he has a chance to damage any more fat people with his garbage behavior and dangerous suggestions Jesus fucking christ

[bulimic-bunny]

My experience with Ozempic [-20 kg in 2 months]

I think many people have heard of it as a magic weight-loss medicine, but in this post I would like to explain HOW NOT to take it. First of all, if you have been diagnosed with any eating disorder, please give up the idea of taking it! The problem is that all of us in the ed community are obsessed with weight loss and you start living in a sense of euphoria from constant weight loss. You get into a utopia where there are no binges, no hunger, where even your most favorite food doesn't interest you anymore, where you have a lot of energy, even though you might have eaten your last meal a couple of days ago. Anyway, I've had 2\4 shots, but it keeps its effect for about another 1-1.5 months. After the first shot, the feeling of hunger was gone the next morning, but it's not that shitty feeling like other pills, when you feel sick and nauseous and other symptoms and so you don't want to eat. Here you just stop craving food, like all my bulimic thoughts of filling my stomach got removed from my head. I used to drink sugar-free energy a couple of times a week, just for the taste, but I was full of energy. When I looked at the food, it seemed like an object of furniture. The weirdest thing was that my stomach wasn't rumbling, I just didn't want to eat. I lost the first 10 kg in 2 weeks. During that time I ate baby food three times because my mom was worried and drank about 4 cans of sugar free energy drink. In two weeks! Ozempic has to be injected, I am very afraid of any injections, so I decided not to take it anymore. For the next week I continued to fast, because I didn't want to eat at all. But it turns out that the body can not starve so long, one day I woke up feeling nauseous. I vomited bile for two days. I had to have a glucose drip because my glucose levels were so low that all the doctors were horrified. Then I stuffed myself with food at least once a day and lost another 10 kg in a month. So what was the problem? When you are a person with any ed, you cannot force yourself to eat under the influence of this medicine, because the delight of your condition and the lost kilograms is maddening. What could be more perfect than a constant feeling of being full? I can't help but admit that I wouldn't want to do it again, because my whole life is about losing weight, but I just ask you not to make my mistakes and if you decide to take this medicine, make sure that you eat at least a minimum amount of calories.

It's been half a year now, I had a binge after not very pleasant events in my life, so I got 10 kg back, but fasting is absolutely easy for me now, so I lost -5 kg again in the last month, because even after half a year I have no feeling of hunger and I eat 100-150 calories a day. I do not wish this to anyone, because I understand the damage it does to the body. That is why I recommend any diets, medications, etc. other than this. before(1,2)\after(3 same jeans,4,5)

I know that the result is not huge, so this is just another confirmation that this kind of violence on your body is not worth it

[jeneelestrange]

I see a lot of chronic illness people going to like, the scariest possible disgnoses without ruling shit out, which I GET BELIEVE ME because your body is screaming that it’s on fire and like two hundred years ago any of these things might have killed us but like……I’m more and more convinced a surprising amount of the time the answer boils down to a crack in the system from the fact that doctors have the least amount of training in nutrition and sussing out malabsorption/food allergies/intolerances, and even then, doing it is a BITCH and can’t be done in five minutes by throwing a pill at it, which insurance companies hate. Like, these have to be things we’re not testing or really looking into often or aren’t easy to look into.

Your heart’s fucking up? Ok, every doctor’s got a minimum of 100 hours on that. Nutrition issue? 25 hours. A lot of schools don’t even meet that and are suss on how they even count that. And don’t even get me started on nutrition RESEARCH which is the red headed stepchild and long story short there’s a long-winded reason why it feels like one year you’ll hear something like “Blueberries cause cancer!!!!” and “Blueberries cure cancer!!!!” the next and even a lot of the basics are built on pretty hnghhhhh suss shit but ANYWAY.

Think about it—if you are not absorbing a nutrient, you’re going to have symptoms that affect YOUR ENTIRE BODY. BELIEVE ME, I have confirmed four of them, and incredibly likely a fifth. Many of them cause anxiety, depression, fatigue, and believe me, it’s DEBILITATING(fyi if you look it up and have a LOT of anemia symptoms but your CBC is always normal, you may have too much folic acid for reasons I won’t get into for brevity and that hides it on the CBC—insist on a homocysteine blood test, if you have high cholesterol like just about every adult ever the doctor can use the ICD-10 code 78.00–certain countries like America also just have much lower standards for B12 for like, I don’t even know what reason even though the WHO has recommended the international standard be set to that of where Europe and Japan is at—ask me how I know all this hahaha 🙃). And if your doctor is shitty—depression, anxiety, and fatigue no matter how outrageous just gets you an SSRI consistently only.

And if you’re a fat woman and the deficiencies make you anxious and depressed? God help you. God. Help. You. They are looking for weight loss and even if they know micronutrients exist and would NOT cause that hmmmm or you could just have IBS and have depression and need to calm down, right? I could tell my GI doctor had only read the top sheet of my progress notes with the GI symptoms only and was probably like “abdominal pain lol” because unfortunately people in this office had a tendency to do that and then immediately stick their foot in their mouth. I told him I was concerned about malabsorption issues and he said, “But why? People with that are usually skin and bones.” I just paused aghast for a moment and said, “I have four vitamin deficiencies????? Three of them are different forms of anemia????? Might even have a fifth one but I’m not that interested in getting off magnesium for a month and getting full body cramps, migraines, and muscle twitches again for a blood test that isn’t very accurate.” I have never seen someone so quickly read a chart and say, “Well you’ve convinced me!!! Let’s schedule a colonoscopy!!!” and try to get out of the room.

You have to check off all the little weird shit your body is doing for the record so they can’t say they didn’t know, yes, the weird bruises that you don’t know where they come from, yes, the nosebleeds, everything. I used to be really butthurt about the diagnosis of fibromyalgia until I realized there’s very few ICD-10 codes that can be used to test for vitamin-D deficiency, so unfortunately some things are about getting us the best care in a broken system.

[frickfatphobes]

My joints have been getting more painful over the last year but I really don't know if I should even talk to my Dr about it because I'm 90 percent sure her solution and diagnosis will be weight related. I've tried to tell her I'm not interested in weight loss and why prescribing weight loss is wrong and for two whole visits she didn't mention weight and then next visit was well once we get x problem a little more under control we can talk about your weight and then she's mentioned dietitians and other stuff since. I've tried asking the local city reddit if anyone knows a fat friendly pcp and all the comments were just incredibly confused about what I wanted, I also tried googling and calling around and got no results besides secretarys talking down to me about how weight is bad and even when I switched to asking do the chairs have no arms or are bigger and the tables and equipment they use are there larger sizes all I got was idk and of course not were not a weight loss dr, which it's totally messed up that they think only weight loss Dr's should have equipment to fit people. Do you happen to have any thoughts on what I could do to either find a new dr or bring up the joint pain in a way I'll be taken seriously? Though she already doesn't take my medication resistance especially to pain blockers seriously but it's just so difficult trying to find a new dr.

Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry you have to deal with that. No one should ever be judged this way, especially for their weight.

This is a tough one. I completely understand not wanting to find a new doctor. It's not easy.

I have no idea if this will work, but consider saying something along the lines of "I had joint pain before I gained any weight" or "I've tried weight loss and even when I was thinner, it didn't help." If neither of those statements are true for you, there may be another way to say that you know weight loss won't help the pain. Maybe even a simple "Do you have a solution I could start on before I lose weight? I don't know if I can deal with the pain throughout the months it will take to get the number down," and then DON'T try to change your body after you get the pills/physical therapy/whatever your doctor prescribes. That might give some perspective and help your doctor see what you're going through.

It's super hard to know what to do in situations like this. Do any of my followers have a good suggestion? I'm sorry I didn't have anything better than this, I hope it helped at least a little.

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[explainslowly]

Other thing they love to say is that skinny people have better results with t2 diabetes, which on some level I even believe? I am sure there are skinny ppl with t2 who have different metabolism from me who have a different experience of the illness, lol.

The thing is, of course, you cannot simply become a person with a different body - the majority of scientific knowledge seems pretty clear on that. Most people will not maintain weight loss. Instead at best, the doctors are asking me to waste my time trying to lose weight and maintain that loss, or at worst are asking me to seriously endanger my health.

Insulin resistance is interesting - it comes comorbid with a whole range of metabolic problems that were previously understood to be dietary. For example in my case it's high cholesterol and uric acid. It's easy for a doctor to toss out half-assed dietary advice and leave you to sort through the mess. But they do have pills for both! Which I am on now!

If you want to learn more about diabetic nutrition, non-diet style, I recommend this facebook group:

But the important point to understand is this - stop thinking about your diet in terms of reducing carbs.

What you really want to achieve as a diabetic is to prevent your blood sugar from getting high and staying high for long amounts of time (and also, paradoxically, from dipping too low).

Some of this is achieved with medication, but it is helped along by learning how your body processes sugars. Part of that is trial and error (hopefully they gave you a classic glucometer or a cgm) but there are also general directions you can follow. Fats and proteins in food help slow down how fast the carbohydrates are processed. So does fiber. Often you can mitigate heavy carb food spiking by adding something rich in fat and protein. Classic trick is combining a sweet treat with some nuts or a glass of milk. There is a lot of unexpected things you might learn about yourself - for example a lot of people spike after some artifical sweeteners.

And to wrap this up, I would recommend people are not so strict with themselves. I think it's good to eat a diverse diet, including foods that spike you ever so often. Trust me, I still get crispy chicken and let me tell you the white rice, glutenous batter and sweet sauce does some pretty horrific things to my bloog sugar, but I don't eat it that often so I think I'm good, lol.

fatphobia and ableism is so insidious. You can look up like, food, and it'll say "eating a lot of food causes diabetes" and you're like oh dang what? I thought we didn't know the cause of diabetes. So you look up what causes diabetes and it says "we still don't know what causes diabetes" bruh they're just making shit up to give people eating disorders

[jodilin65]

Yay, Adonis is alive! He’s just been having a rough time.

Anyway, I tried to post the following entry last night so I’m going to backdate this, but we had a huge storm that took out the Internet. The Panhandle had tornadoes and we had a tornado warning here. Got tons of wind and thunderstorms. It’s a good thing I was up during the loud thunder, not that I don’t get woken up numerous times for other reasons.

I’m still sleeping shitty. Part of it is the sleep apnea and the other part is that I’ve been warm and hot flashy as if I’m back in perimenopause. I read that the Mayo Clinic considers that a serious side effect of Diflucan because that could mean an allergic reaction or liver problems and I’m now thinking the cramps I’ve been having was my liver after all. It’s a little better now, though. I took Ibuprofen for it, assuming that’s what it really is, and that helped a bit. I think that because the Diflucan is hard on the liver mine got some inflammation but it should go away. My eyes aren’t yellow or anything. I just hope I don’t keep waking up on fire again tonight!

The frustrating part is not knowing how much of the Diflucan was responsible for my emotions and feeling warm as opposed to my thyroid medication because they have similar symptoms. I might think most of it was the Diflucan if it wasn’t for the weight loss. As the Diflucan continues to leave my system, I’ll get a better sense of what may be on the levothyroxine. I still think it accumulated in my system and pushed my TSH down to 3-4 which would be great for most people but not for me.

Yesterday wasn’t the greatest. I wasn’t anxious but I was a little down. Just missing so many aspects of my past. The way I felt emotionally and physically. Some parts of it, anyway. You definitely see the world through a whole different set of eyes when you’re younger. You don’t realize in your twenties or thirties or even you’re early forties just how much things change when you get older. When you’re young, you laugh at the older people who worry about you but then you get older too, and then you get it.

I just wish I could bring a lot of the old me into the present me. I want some of my old feelings back but I also want to keep the knowledge I have today and my present life. Then again, I miss the days before my sleep disorder progressed and I was out more often. It’s just not easy to get out every day other than walking around the park which I barely have energy for since there’s no place to go but to stores and doctors. Plus, we have an old electric car and not much money.

I just feel like everything has been thrown off. Especially with the insurance change. Galileo finally responded to my email and all they said was that they’re not partnered with my new insurance company but I could still subscribe. I know I can subscribe but how would I coordinate the two? They didn’t answer any of my questions about that so I asked them on Facebook how things would work. If they ordered tests or medicine, how would they bill Aetna? Argh, why don’t they just partner with everyone?

Another thing that stresses me out is that they changed my losartan brand. Instead of a green oval pill, I now have a white round pill. We looked online on a pill identifier site to confirm that it is losartan and the proper dose but I don’t know what side effects may come with it that the other brand doesn’t include. I still have a week’s worth of the old brand, though. Maybe I’ll take one tomorrow and see how I do.

Lastly, I started getting this funny feeling in my mouth and I knew it couldn’t be thrush because I’ve been having yogurt and the Diflucan also kills that. I remembered probiotics can do that so I’ve cut those back along with vitamin D. That’s already improved.

Today I only cut my waiting time by 10 minutes so tomorrow I will be back to my regular levothyroxine regimen and waiting 4 hours before I take the losartan and we’ll see how I do. As I said, as soon as the Diflucan gets out of my system, anything else I feel is definitely on that.

Because my sleep apnea is still causing sleep disturbances and snoring, we’re ordering a device on Amazon that may or may not work. It says free returns so I can return it if it doesn’t. It’s similar to the nose pillow I tried with the CPAP. You stick it up your nose and if it works it will at least not have any hoses and I should be able to change positions easier.

Here’s where our perfect neighbor next door isn’t so perfect anymore. He’s blasting his TV so loud I can hear it in here. It’s not quite as bad as the guy across from us in Cali but I knew it. I just knew it. People wait a handful of months after moving into a new place and then say “fuck it.” I don’t know if they simply stop giving a shit about their neighbors or they figure they’ll be more tolerant now that they’ve been around a while, but this is totally typical. The guy’s up late, too. Some nights he’s out but I’m sure this isn’t a one-off but the new nightly norm. Oh well. As long as it doesn’t get any louder.

Tom gave plasma today for $65 and it made him queezy and tired. I hope it doesn’t keep doing this to him. Still, we managed to run out and treat ourselves to some BK. It was so windy that birds had trouble flying and we could feel the car being pushed.

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https://estrolabs.com/products/i-cant-believe-its-not-estrogen?campaign=twitter

This website is selling a product they call “I can’t believe it’s not estrogen” and the marketing is clearly such that it is targeted at transgender women who do not have access to hormone therapy. There are testimonials claiming how well it works and all kinds of other nonsense.

Ashwagandha as a natural root / drug raises your normal levels of LH. Luteinizing hormone acts on whatever gonads you have to increase their output.

As a result, a pre-HRT transgender woman taking the supplement would literally produce more testosterone on it than they would normally produce, inducing the literal opposite effect of what is advertised.

This has been sent to me now by both a friend and a patient asking if it was a good idea for them to take to help with their transition. It is not, not only it is terrible for an MTF that’s pre-HRT, it’s just a flat-out evil and cruel thing to do.

Normally I don’t make warnings on stuff like this but this is trending on Twitter right now and I want to make sure that nobody that comes here is ever fooled by nonsense like this. Please be very careful when it comes to taking supplements that can alter your hormones.

This post they have made, it’s been viewed over a million times. I shudder to think of how many people who don’t have access to gender affirming therapy or who have lost it in states like Florida will be fooled by this and end up making their situations even worse so that someone else can profit off their suffering.

Supplements that claim that they will boost your estrogen often do the exact inverse effect if you are an MTF because the way that they function is to increase the output of gonads. So for cisgender women, yes, that is exactly what it will do. But if you have testicles, its just going to make you make more testosterone.

Link to their Twitter post: https://twitter.com/thequeerquirk/status/1666146391717040128?s=46&t=6GOoRDiyu2WkoONRg7mhVQ

Edit: finally Twitter is starting to show some evidence that this I would do the exact opposite of what it’s claiming to do.

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ID 5 (@start-where-i-end):

A picture of a Black person with long bright purple dreadlocks and bright purple eyeshadow, in colorful, mostly purple clothes, and a neck tattoo, that could have passed for a filtered photo, but the texture on their neck does not look like actual skin at all, their tattoo reads “IAIUE”, and there are two purple-colored sections on their forehead that also don’t look like anything at all.

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This site has been going around Twitter trans accounts quite a bit lately, so just pointing out here too that it'll do fuck all, they're exploiting trans people at a time when hrt is particularly hard to access and please don't give them your money

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Wiltonja lost 130 pounds

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Wiltonja lost 130 pounds

Transformation of the Day: Wiltonja wrote in to share how she lost 130 pounds. This mother of two struggled with her weight for years and was determined to take her life back. She decided to have weight loss surgery last year.

  Hello my name is Wiltonja, and I am 47 years old. I am a mother of two young men and a wife of 21 years. I have struggled with weight loss just about all my life. In 2020, I decided it was time to take my life back.

  What was your motivation? Weighing in at a whopping 399 pounds, I was out of breath and hurting. I had high blood pressure and was borderline diabetic. My doctors had never mentioned any other methods of weight loss. They just kept prescribing pills.

  Finally a new physician asked if I wanted to consider weigh loss surgery. That was an eye opener, considering that I had tried everything (and I mean everything) to lose weight! I went through many obstacles trying to get surgery, but I didn’t quit. I was determined to get my life back.

  When did you have weight loss surgery? In July of 2022, I had gastric sleeve surgery and it has changed my life!

  What is your current weight? I went from 399 pounds to now weighing 269 pounds! I still have a ways to go, but I am so proud of the person that I have become. I am thankful for my husband and children pushing me!

  What is your workout routine? I work out at least three times a week and try to maintain my weight! It’s still a struggle at time, but I will not allow myself to go back to that old person!

  What advice do you have for women who want to lose weight? Stay focused, don’t get distracted! Stay the course! We are not perfect, but we are worth it!

  I hope this helps somebody.

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