#Just hope my insulin is alright

[jabean-fanfiction]

Got a “new” fridge in my apartment, because the old one was making a ruckus. The maintenance guy was super quick with replacing the old one (it only took a couple of days, and I was out of town for four weeks to visit my parents). I got back to my apartment on Friday night, bought some groceries on Saturday, and my cucumbers have frozen by Sunday afternoon, even though the temperature setting was right in the middle (5C/41F) — which was where the maintenance guy put it. Now I am petrified that my insulin — all 6 months worth of it, because of course I stocked up — has frozen. I’ve checked one of the vials and it still looks liquid and clear. But holy hell am I ever paranoid.

I raised the temperature in my “new” fridge too, to 6C/43F. Maybe that’ll help. 🤔

[old-poptart]

Hi! I hope i read the rules correctly and didn’t miss anything. I was just wondering if i could get Teru tsukasa and Hanako with a diabetic s/o? Like their first reaction on how s/o just goes poking their finger for the first time to check their blood? Please just delete this request if you can’t do this or Thank you :]

a/n: HEY THERE!! yes of course you can 😜 i don't have diabetes myself so i do apologize if i misrepresented!! ANYWAYS ONTO THE HEAD CANONZ!!!!

warnings: uh oh blood, pricking your finger with a needle

Hanako 🌺, Tsukasa 🥀, and Teru 🤺 with a diabetic s/o (gender neutral):

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Hanako 🌺:

"it looks like i need one too, you're too sweet for me~"

even though you and hanako have been together for a while, he's never seen you prick your finger with your kit, he didn't even know you were a diabetic!

that all changed though, the two of you were hanging out in the bathroom as per usual, you two were chatting about your upcoming date and having lunch together! how cute~

right before eating though, you had to check your blood sugar as part of your routine. so, you got out your kit and pricked your finger like normal

you had forgotten though about how your boyfriend doesn't even know that you were required to do this, so it had shocked him

he doesn't know much about about modern medication, so seeing you prick your finger for no apparent reason caught him off guard

"but yeah! the rooftop is a nice plac- what are you doing?"

he tried to stop you cuz he thought you were hurting yourself, bless him-

you stopped in your tracks due to his sudden action, realizing you had some explaining to do

once you told him that you had to do this daily thing due to your lack of insulin, he immediately switches up

he's not very squeamish so he doesn't mind when it's time to do your thing

BUT he will always make sure that you're not hurt afterwards and always gets you a cute little bandaid for your finger

if you refuse he will make you wear it (jk)

he also carries candy (and steals candy from the mokke too) for whenever you need it, such a sweet darlin </3

Tsukasa 🥀:

"can i help you?!"

tsukasa loves taking naps with you

again he’s like a cat, all over you and you can’t escape muehehhehe

like between class periods or after school he luvz getting all cuddled up as y’all snooze togetha

you usually do your routine when he’s already asleep, not on purpose though you just aren’t aware that he’s already going honk shoo

one faithful day he was just aboutta fall asleep next to your beautiful self but somethin caught his eye!!!

some kinda pointy concoction was moving towards your finger!? and it’s gonna hurt you!? no ma’am nah uh

he swatted that thing as far as possible (to the other side of the broadcasting room) and looked back at you to see if you were alright

“tsukasa i need that to feel better..”

“THAT makes you feel better!?”

“let me explain this-“

once he was educated about your condition (it took ten times to explain and two charts), it was his plan to make sure you stay healthy!

he wanted to have an extra diabetes kit on him but having a prickly needle at his reach wouldn’t be the smartest idea..

the boy jus wants to take care of his sweetums’ 😕</3

can he even call you that

Teru 🤺:

“whatever it takes for my dear to be at their best”

atp dawg this man is educated about anything

if he isn’t you bet yo precious ahh he will learn about it until it’s engraved into his mind

whenever y’all can he takes you on cute lil dates!!!!

flowers every time, he pays every time, lets you pick where y’all are gonna go

he’s so cutie patootie keep him forever

unlike hanako and tsukasa he’s known about your diabetes for a while, before y’all started going out actually

he found out obv when you pulled out your lil kit and did your thing, asking if you needed help with the needle and such

“pfft, and do you know how to work this thing?”

“..and there!”

“you’re telling me i’ve been doing it in a way less effective way and you jus did that in seconds.”

all funnies aside he carries lil sweets for you and reminds you to take your test before you eat and sleep, he even helps you on your dinner dates 😓🫶🏼

marry him rnnrnrnrnnrnrn

GAHHH SOSOOSOSOS SORRY FOR PUTTING THIS OUT SO LATE I HAVE INZANE WRITERS BLOCK BUT HOPE YOU ENJOY!!!!

-ooga :D

[enterrandomname]

Henry Morris and Sam x Type One Diabetic reader?

I can give you some information about my medical condition if you need help, sorry if this is too hard! I just never see any x T1 Diabetic reader fics.

I hope it’s to your liking! And I do apologize if I get anything wrong, also I’m sorry if it isn’t what you asked for. Enjoy :]!!

A/N: I have zero knowledge of this sort of stuff. With the help from @welpimspooky and google.. I hope this is all correct.

Word Count: 452

Henry and Sam with Type One Diabetic!Reader

Henry

⋆——————✧◦♚◦✧——————⋆

Your diabetes required constant monitoring and careful management. Each day, you relied on an insulin pump to regulate your blood sugar levels. However, changing the infusion site was always a daunting task. The tiny needle, which needed to be inserted just beneath your skin, often caused you anxiety and discomfort.

“Is everything alright, dear?” Henry inquired, and with a reassuring smile, he placed his hand on your shoulder. Henry would sit by your side, and he would try his best to at least be there for you.

You only nodded, resting your head on his shoulder. “Just thinking,” you muttered. Understanding the importance of timely site changes to manage your diabetes, Henry offered to help. You hesitated, feeling embarrassed to burden him with your medical needs. But Henry reassured you, expressing his unwavering support.

“It’ll be alright, (Y/N)”

Henry gathered the necessary supplies and sat beside you on the couch. He carefully guided you through the process. He made sure to keep an eye on you, making sure that you were alright.

Once the two of you were finished, Henry wrapped his arms around you, patting the top of your head as the both of you enjoyed dinner.

“I knew you could do it.”

Sam

Despite your condition, that didn’t let Sam try and befriend you, which successfully worked. You found her presence comforting, and it made you feel safe around her.

On a sunny morning, as you and Sam strolled through a nearby park, you suddenly felt a familiar pang on your side. Your glucose monitor beeped insistently, signaling a spike in your blood sugar levels. A frown formed on your face, feeling the weight of your condition pressing down on you.

Sam, noticing your distress, immediately sprang into action. “Are you feeling okay?” she asked, her concern evident in her voice.

You forced a smile, masking your discomfort. “Just a little off, but I’ll be fine,” you replied, though the strain in your voice betrayed your facade. Sam wasn’t convinced. “Come on, let’s find a spot for you to check your levels,” she insisted, guiding you to a nearby bench.

Reluctantly, you took out your glucometer and pricked your finger, wincing at the familiar sting. The digital display flashed a worrying number, confirming your suspicions. Your blood sugar was dangerously high.

Sam frowned, but wrapped an arm around your shoulder. “Don’t worry, I won’t let anything happen to you.” Taking a deep breath, you took out your insulin pen. With practiced ease, you administered the medication, feeling a sense of relief washing over you.

As you waited for it to take effect, Sam smiled as she placed her hand on top of yours.

“Think you can handle ice cream after this?”

[pinkhairswagtourney]

Genuinely what the fuck is wrong with him. People without diabetes don't seem to understand that WE NEED THIS SHIT TO SURVIVE! It's infuriating to see you go through something like this. If you need a few dollars, drop your info and I'll spread it around. I hope you're doing alright, considering the circumstances.

i don't understand either . of all the things to choose to break , he went for the one thing that keeps my body in check . when my blood sugar is out of whack , i feel so sick , i feel like i'm starving even if i've just eaten , i get dehydrated and no amount of water will quench it , i become lethargic and all i want to do is sleep and then i always wake up tired no matter how long i rest . and if my blood sugar stays high for too long , it can send me into a hyperosmolar hyperglycemic state which is actually fucking terrifying . i have about half of an injection pen left for both my humalog and levemir , but my humalog will be gone within the next week or so since i take it x3 as much as the levemir . thank you for offering to do that but i genuinely feel so bad asking for anything else . i've already had some generous people help me the last time i was stretching my insulin and it feels greedy to ask for more . i really do appreciate it though !!! <3

[ciceroandthelistener]

Hello, this is a longshot saving life call, I am Purity Sikuku Samir from Gaza. I am here to request for your support to help get my insulin, just an injection for today to save my life please I beg. I was diagnosed with Latent Autoimmune Diabetes and due to the current situation in Gaza I'm unable to get my insulin injection as a result I'm here begging for little financial support to help me purchase insulin for this week. My donation link is attached in the pinned post, I might have sent this ask to you earlier but kindly consider donating and sharing. This is the only option I have at the moment to save my life from going into a coma.

i’m short on money at the moment but i hope it’s alright if i put your link here so more people can see

[tainoidiot]

Get Low

Jervis Tetch X Reader with low blood sugar

CWs: Medical Stuff, cursing, nothing too hardcore.

Desc: Based on personal experiences (Insulin Resistant PCOS). I've wanted to make this for a hot minute!

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As you sat in the chair seated front and center to Jervis explaining his latest scheme, you couldn't help but laugh at his tactics. God he was so cute when he rambled..

"I'm thinking we strike from here, that way the bat won't find us till later that evening." Jervis explained, pointing at the dock.

"You're counting on him to come?" You ask, twirling the spoon in your porcelain tea cup with small blue flowers decorated on the sides. "Well he does every other time, might as well prepare for the brute.." He grumbled, angrily writing that down in his notebook.

You nodded in agreement. Suppose you hadn't thought of that before. "How does he even know we're there.." you stopped mid sentence. Your entire body began to feel stiff, yet when you looked down you noticed your trembling tea cup. Placing it on a nearby table only confirmed your suspicions. "E-Excuse me, I'm gonna use the bathroom." As soon as you said that, you practically ran off toward a small area where you could check your blood sugar.

Rummaging through your bag, you looked for your glucose monitor everywhere. You took it everywhere! Did you leave it at home today? Fuck! Didn't matter. Just pop a glucose tablet and you'll be fine.. you hoped. After doing so, all you could try was playing it cool. You're definitely not going to pass out soon, just need to get a little something to eat..

Looking at the table, you remembered. Jervis can really only cook one thing. Sweets. It wouldn't last long if you just had that, this wasn't good. Time to bounce.

"Sorry, Jervis. I just remembered I have something tomorrow to do. Gotta head out.. Like now." You exclaimed, grabbing your items and booking it for the door.

"Oh, alright! Is everything alright, bunny?"

"Yes, everything's fine! Get off my ass!" Oh jesus. You didn't mean to yell at him, but you did. Jervis could sense something was off, so he didn't really mind. "No need to shout, do you want to to tell me what's bothering you?" He asked, patting the chair you sat on. You sighed and nodded, realizing you've never told him about this side before.

"It's not you, it's me. My blood sugar lowers sometimes, and I get all kinds of... fucked." You explained away what happened. The nausea you'd get, the tremors, even the mood swings. Jervis nodded, worriedly looking at you. "I would've been more prepared, but this honestly slipped my mind. I've been having such a good few weeks lately!"

Jervis sighed, patting your hand and getting up, grabbing a large plate of appetizers. "Well, what kind of host would I be if I didn't have.." He revealed the items on the plate, making you excitedly gasp. "Tea Sandwiches!"

Long acting sources of sugar! PROTEIN! you could kiss him! Before Jervis could get another word in, you grab at least five and chow them down. Of course, you were violently nauseas and shaking like a winter leaf, but you had a mission. "Slowly, Slowly! Please do not choke." Jervis laughed, rubbing your back.

You took a moment and gave him a hug, squeezing your hatter as strong as you could manage.

"Thank you, Jervis.. "

"No need to thank me, my bunny.."

[panthera-tigris-venenata]

Chapter 3: Repeat after me: Homicide is not an option. 

I can’t find the first chapters, so I’m just gonna post it here. Written together with @hannahhook7744 ♥

Jace was going to murder whoever was calling him this time. 

It didn’t matter who it was. They were dead.

It was three in the fucking morning!

WHO CALLS SOMEONE AT THREE IN THE MORNING?!

"What the FUCK do you want—"

"Hey Jacey. Sorry, I know that it's late where you are but—"

Okay. Maybe murder was an overreaction. 

"Oh hey Elle. What's up?"

Anthony snorted from the chair he was sitting in by the bar. 

Jace decided to ignore him for now. 

"Well, I was wondering where you kept Panos' insulin—"

"Oh did I forget to tell you about that? It's in a secret compartment in the chest under the hammock."

"Alright, thanks. Sorry for waking you—"

"No, no. It's fine. I was already up—"

This time, Sammy was the one to snort. 

Jace shot him a glare but said nothing. 

"Anthony?" Sammy asked with growing suspicion, "How come no one ever calls you?"

Disinterested Anthony Tremaine lifted his head from whatever pretentious novela he was reading at the moment.

"What are you talking about? Audrey calls me all the time," he said calmly.

"That’s not what I mean and you know it. She calls you to gossip, not to–" Not to ask for bail money or because of missing children or because they don’t know where the coffee is. 

"I need to know what you did to make them leave you alone," decided Sammy.

"Burner phone, man. No one has the number. No one can call me but Audrey," Tremaine smirked, extremely self-satisfied and extremely punchable, "Now that we’re speaking about it, someone’s calling you."

Yes, Harriet. Who is still pissed about Anthony’s disappearance of the face of the Earth.

Sammy talked her through hopefully not killing anyone, and then turned back to Tremaine, who did have the decency to pretend not to eavesdrop. "One beautiful day, I’ll murder you," they promised him.

"Hmm, not if my girls do it first."

What an extremely normal and non concerning answer. But hey, at least it will be painful.

—Line Break—

Sammy's phone rang again. 

And again. 

And again. 

And again.

"What the fuck do you want?"

"Hey Sam. Sammy. Sam the man—"

"What did you do, Harry?"

"Cj and I need bail money—"

There was a scuffle over the phone.

"Hey! No—I thought we agreed I was doing the talking?"

"You're making him mad! Give it—"

"No!"

Sammy would like to state here and now that they were not paid enough for this. And that they were on vacation. And that they really didn’t want to know what the younger two Hooks did.

"Call Harriet," Sammy said. He wished the jail would stop offering the one free call."

"I feel safer in jail" Harry deadpanned. 

"For once I agree with him."

Yeah no Sammy couldn’t argue with that.

"Uma, then," they offered.

"Once again, I feel safer in jail," CJ piped up.

"Hey! That’s my Captain you’re talking about!" Harry argued, "But yeah. Jail’s safer."

"I hate both of you. Call Gil, then."

"He’d tell Uma!"

"As he damn well should."

"Please, Sammy, just send us the bail money! You’re basically my favorite

 brother!" (CJ. Of course it was her.)

"Hey! I’m standing right there!" (Harry. Who else?)

Sammy was tired of it. "Please, don’t murder each other while in the police office. And, I don’t know. Try Ginny."

To the twin screams of "Have you met her?!", Sammy hung up.

—Line Break—

Jace growled in frustration as his phone rang yet again. 

For the sixth time in the last hour and for the one hundredth and something time since he left for vacation. 

He was definitely gonna commit murder by the time they got back from Tahiti. 

"Hey Sam?"

Sammy hummed in response—not looking up from his newspaper. 

"How long is a life sentence again?"

Line break

"Sammy! Just wanted to let you know that Claudine might or might not be attempting an exorcism right now! In Castle Beast or wherever the nice fairy lady with outdated costumes lives! I hope you remember this the next time I need a tiny little favor! Bye, love you!"

Sammy stared at the phone in silent horror, the name of Ivy de Vil still on screen.

They were starting to think that burner phones might not be a bad idea.

Finally, they broke out of their stupor: "What the fuck does she think I can do with it now?!" They hissed at the screen.

"Do I even want to know why you're making that face?" Jace asked, barely glancing up from his cards. 

They had been playing poker when Sammy got the text. 

"No."

"Okaaaaaay then…. I'm just gonna take your word for it. "

—Line Break—

Jace winced as his phone buzzed. 

Wondering what he ever did to deserve this.

Whatever this was. 

He dreaded finding it out. 

Knowing the people who had his number, it couldn't be good. 

*Buzz*

*Buzz*

The brunette sighed before deciding that things would go a lot smoother if he just answered now and not later. "Detective Jason Badun at your service. How can I be of service–”

"Detective Jason Badun," the voice was most definitely dripping with sarcasm and detective Jason Badun winced. He recognised that voice, unfortunately. He had just hoped that the god of the dead didn’t know how to use a phone.

"Care to tell me where my son is?"

Hadie. They lost Hadie.

First Chloe and now Hadie. He goes away for a day or two and this happens!

He breathed through his teeth slowly.

"Excuse me, I’ll be back with you in a second."

("Customer voice," nodded Tremaine approvingly, and nearby Sammy almost choked, trying not to laugh.)

Jace ignored both of them as he hung up and immediately dialed his cousin.

Harry didn't answer.

"That bitch!” Jace growled frustrated, ignoring the scandalized look another vacationer sent his way at his crude language. 

Sammy did laugh that time. 

"It's not funny, blondey! Hades is gonna murder me!”

"Not if you snitch to Persephone first” Anthony chimed in, drinking some coconut milk out of a straw. Looking bored. 

Jace and Sammy stared at him. 

Both clearly too stressed out to get his meaning. 

The red head sighed. "Hades can't murder you for losing the kid he was supposed to be watching if you snitch on him to his wife for losing the kid.”

"... That… can work?” Jace asked, confused. As if the idea had never occurred to him before. 

Anthony rolled his eyes. "Yes. It works all the time with my siblings and cousins. Whoever snitches to whoever is in charge first is the one who is usually believed. Soo.. get on that.” 

The other two continued to stare at him. 

It was starting to become creepy—so he clapped. "Chop, chop. You gotta call her first, remember?”

Jace shot out of his chair, muttering curses as he scrambled to find Persephone's number (which he had for when Hadie was being particularly difficult). 

Anthony snorted. "And they saw I'm the airhead.”

—Line Break—

Sammy abruptly got up from their seat, where they were scrolling through their phone, which was, for once, not ringing. So, just a bit of mindless media consumption, as you do.

But no. It was a bad fucking idea.

Sammy cursed as they resisted breaking the bloody device and muttered something like "You leave them alone for a weekend–"

They stormed away to their room before anyone could ask what happened; for the rest of the night, sounds of packing could be heard, interrupted by agitated but quiet phone calls.

Chapter 4: Okay so maybe Homicide is an option—

"Uh… Sammy. You okay dude?” Jace asked warily, watching from the doorway as the blonde frantically threw his clothes into his suitcases. 

"Obviously they're not.” Anthony snorted, rolling his eyes. Still sipping on his coconut milk. "Are you blind?”

"It’s called common courtesy, Tremaine, you wouldn’t know," replied Jace. Sammy ignored both of them, well used to Anthony’s constant bickering.

"Whatever," shrugged Anthony, "I just don’t care all that much." He turned to leave, only for Sammy to call after him.

"You should care. Beauty’s name leaked, and I’m willing to say it’s at least fifty percent your fault."

"I’m not even there, how can it be my fault?" Anthony turned his nose up, while Jace tried to figure out what exactly happened. He was fine with saying it was Anthony’s fault, though, whatever it was. That’s what he gets for being so annoying.

"You're the one who suggested the stupid name in the first place and you're the only one who writes the full name of the ship down everywhere! Well, you and Harriet.”

"That doesn't mean it's my fault!”

"Wha—that’s exactly what it means!”

"Nuh uh.”

Jace sighed. "You are aware that you sound like your little cousins when you do that, right?”

Anthony sputtered. "I do not!”

Sammy kept packing—ignoring the two of them as they started to bicker. 

…. Only for the TV to cut them off.

"Breaking news, teenage sleuth Harry Badun is leading a non peaceful protest at Beast Castle—”

"GODS FUCKING DAMN IT, HARRY!” Jace snapped frustrated before going to pack his own bag. As it was obvious that he was gonna be needed to fix the mess his cousin had made. 

"What? You're going home too? Booo. You guys are no fun” Anthony huffed.

Both ignored him now. 

"Whatever, then. Enjoy being killjoys I guess, good luck keeping those morons back home alive. Sam, say hello from me to everyone on Dead Beauty."

Sammy stared at him for a moment, before shaking their head.

"You’re so fucking dead, Tremaine. You know that, right?"

"I'm only dead if they can find or catch me. Which they can't.” Anthony replied, smirking. 

Jace threw a sock at him—which hit him directly in the face. 

"Ew! What the fuck Badun—”

[hat0nie]

Thing's Rambles #1: Eggs

Eggs! You know them, you love them—at least I hope so, considering how awesome... Food?... They are. I think eggs are a category of their own. Ah, whatever, we're going out of topic.

(long shtick about eggs below, will bore u to death)

One of the reasons eggs, chicken eggs specifically, are so crucial to the past and modern day is because the birds who lay them can do so indefinitely as opposed to other birds who only lay a certain number at a time. So long as their nest is empty, presumably taken by predators (humans), then they can lay just about every day. In the industry, male chicks are basically useless, which results in a mass crush every day. Fortunately, scientists are working on changing the sex of the chick in the eggs. However, I don't know anything about that yet.

Speaking of eggs, a man somewhere in the 1970's conducted the '7 Country Study', his conclusion being that eggs raise the chances of CVD (cardiovascular disease, AKA heart attacks) by 17% due to the SatFat (saturated fat) and cholesterol. This, of course, raised panic and attention in the public, especially when the government set guidelines for saturated fat and cholesterol. While this link isn't necessarily 100% false, it is a clunking argument. Especially in comparison to the other study linking IR (insulin resistance) to CVD, which is also linked to high sugar and high carbohydrate consumption. And while it's still not an all-time cause, it's still true 90% of the time. Remember the '7 Country Study' I mentioned prior? It was actually conducted in 22 countries, except 15 of them proved to be against what the study was about, so he ditched them. What's even more baffling than this is that even after 50 years of study after study after study, these government guidelines are still in place. Eggs do not cause CVD, rather the exact opposite, and then some more.

I'm not completely sure what the nutrients that specifically fight against CVD are (mainly because they have unpronounceable names), but eggs still carry massive benefits for your skin, muscles, bones, organs, and even your brain! This is because of the many vitamins (especially vitamin B) and high protein. Time for the main part.

Laying it all out front, a whole egg contains: Vit A (has a part in yolk coloring), Vit E (good for the heart and skin), Vit K1, Vit B1, B2, B3, B5, B6, B12, and Vit D. Those are just the vitamins. Eggs also contain DHA (omega 3), which is for the brain; folate for degenerative disease; choline to burn fat and help against fatty liver; and lutein and zeaxanthin, which are beneficial for your eyes. 

And then protein—my favorite part. It's amazing, really, because of its ability to help build protein tissues and the percentage of egg protein made into our protein. In comparison, we get 17% of its protein from soy, 16% from whey, 32% from meat or fish, and a whopping 48% from eggs. You can really see the difference between egg yolk and egg white when you take into consideration that egg white's percentage is merely 17%. 

Alright, so now that we know we get a lot of protein from eggs, what do we do with that protein? 

Well, how it works is that when our body receives protein, it either invests it into tissues (skin, muscles, bones) or energy (glucose). The ratio of how much protein is invested in tissues to glucose is actually dependent on the meal from which the protein is extracted. For example, when you get protein from meat, 30% of that protein goes into the development of your skin, muscles, bones, joints, etc. (tissues), and 70% of the protein becomes glucose (energy). For eggs, it's 49% for tissues and 51% for glucose, ranking it as the highest rate of protein for tissues, but only after breastmilk, which is a whole different and fascinating discussion.

So far, we've talked about why chicken eggs are special, scandals against them, and the great yet still incomplete benefits of them. Lastly, we will talk about egg quality.

-Is the price difference between cheap and expensive eggs worth it? 

Absolutely! You'll be getting more bang for your buck. In fact, some suggest that buying the cheap ones makes you gain 40–60% less worth. 

-Types of eggs: Pasture eggs are definitely the best type. The others are free-range eggs and no-cage eggs, etc.; eh, most of these are just marketing terms anyway. 

-Yolk color; do they matter? Well, yes, but actually, no. They do, sure, but you can't really be too sure since farmers are prone to using artificial coloring. 

-Grades: grade B eggs, grade A eggs, and grade AA eggs. Do these actually matter? 

No. Grades are mostly based on cosmetics, which can hardly matter much when you whisk them up for baking. Plus, your grocery eggs are probably already grade A eggs.

All in all, the quality of eggs depends on what the chickens are fed and if they're ethically raised, but you can't control those factors. But what can you control? The way the eggs themselves are prepared.

Dr. Berg suggests the best method is cracking the egg on a lit pan, waiting until the whites turn into their white color but not too much, and then scrambling them. This way, you can optimize how much nutrition and protein you can squeeze out of your egg. Too tedious? Just scramble them normally. 

I think the best part of eggs, despite how beneficial they are, is how relatively cheap and accessible they are. Don'tcha think?

P.S. Remember that omega 3 I told you about? The one that's good for your brain? That's a good omega. What's not a good omega is omega 6, specifically the oil restaurants use to fry eggs and such. This one actually increases the risk of CVD.

Time for fun facts! 

Fun fact: The egg white has no fat.

Fun fact: You can get 101% of the choline that your body needs in a day with just 4 eggs.

Fun fact: 90% (approximate guess) of the good stuff is in the yolks, so yeah, you're going to have to eat them.

Fun fact: This text is over a thousand words long! Congrats on reading that much!

[thegraycriminal]

Hello this a long shot call, am a citizen of Palestine. I am here to request for your support to help get my insulin (Humalog), just an injection for today to save my life please I beg.I was diagnosized with type 1 diabetes and due to current situation in Gaza I'm unable to get my insulin injection as a result I'm here begging for little financial support to help me purchase insulin for this week. Am sorry if am sending you again this request, kindly donate any amount please. My donation link is in my pinned post🇵🇸

hi! I’m happy to share your ask around for my group here if that’s alright. I hope you get the donations you need.

Edit: I’d hate to be the one who spreads scams, and unfortunately this is one. There are actual people to donate to such as @/el-shab-hussein . Thank you for pointing out my error in this post, and I hope we can share some actual links to true donations together to aid this situation.

[alotofpockets]

HELLO<3

I loveeee your stories and appreciate all the hard work you put in them I have a Request but you don’t have to do it if you don’t want or don’t feel comfortable.

Like a Sister!Reader but where reader has Diabetes? T1D or T2D. Could be in a heated game where Reader haven’t been taking insulin for the high blood suger or the other way around, and passes out and the Sister (whoever you choose) will be super worried and when reader wakes up, the sister will be mad, disappointed and happy??

I struggle with it and just want it to be more normalized. 😊

Hiya, thank you so much for your request! I hope this turned out alright. I have very little experience with T1D and T2D, my uncle has T1D but that's about it, so I hope google informed me right haha.

'Highs and lows' with Lia Wälti is for you, I hope you like it!

[gravitygemjj]

Hello, I am from Gaza, due to the shortage of medicine in Gaza, my mother who is a type 1 diabetic and was supposed to undergo urgent eye surgery, has not been able to get insulin or any medical care for the past three months. . Some members of my family fled to the southernmost part of Gaza (Rafah) in tents. But my parents and sisters have nowhere else to stay. They are forced to stay in the Nuseirat refugee camp, which has been bombed since the beginning of Christmas. "I am on my knees asking for your donations. Please help me. where you can.

Goal: $700

I just reblog fed your posts. I hope you’ll all be alright.

[frogwithapen]

Curiosity killed the cat, Satisfaction destroyed the world

Clyde turned around on the spot, taking in the destruction all around. The team had been sent in, mankind's last hope against the end of the world. And now Clyde was the only one left.

Clyde and Bonnie, the little robot helper.

The name had been a joke, when Kailym presented her creation to the group. “It’s a service-bot, because we can’t take a dog with us on jobs, but just as capable as any of us at looking after itself,” she had said. “I’ve been calling it Bonnie in my head, but it needs a proper name.”

“Like Bonnie and Clyde,” Sam had chucked, and the name had stuck, despite Clyde’s protests. Many, many protests.

Clyde would be happy to keep arguing until everyone was blue in the face, if it only meant-

Bonnie beeped, signaling an oncoming panic attack.

Clyde took a deep breath, a second, whispered a stern reminder to focus on what could still be changed. Check the insulin pump just to be sure.

Bonnie chirped again, lighting up in success. It unhooked its tendril from the cave wall and started rolling down the lift cavern. Clyde hurried after it.

Apart from being pitch dark, lit up only by Bonnie’s little LEDs, this part of the cave system wasn’t dangerous. It was labyrinthine, but Clyde has been in more danger taking a stroll through the park.

It’s actually terrifying, after all the effort to get this far.

Kailym had been the first to fall. She had walked through fire just to open the door for them. She wasn’t really close with any of the team at first, always tucked away with her machines, but after Bonnie, Clyde had been starting to think she just didn’t know how.

The triplets had been next. Mack, Meek and Mike had fought a giant beast, some kind of robotic minotaur. An ancient golem shining with the sigil powering it. Mike’s screams as he attacked it with everything he could had been blood-chilling.

Finally, Sam. Team leader in that they were the one who provided meals. Sam, who had been Clyde’s world since first becoming a ward of that government orphanage. Sam, who had pushed Clyde out of the way of a falling stalactite.

The world shook and Clyde stumbled, kicking a worried Bonnie.

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” Clyde gasped, reaching down to console the poor robot, to hug Bonnie close. “Psychological horrors, now. We must be getting close.”

And they were, but so were the quakes. There wasn’t much time left.

Finally, there was a cavern at the end of the tunnel. It was lit up by sigils all over, older than recorded history and pulsing with power. At the centre was a plinth, with a malagium orb set in the middle. Malagium - the uranium of magics; once bespelled, it would hold that spell with a half life of millenia. But those spells would be magnitudes more powerful than those cast with more common ores. And the side effects to humans was just as bad.

Some ancient spellcaster had, by Clyde’s understanding of the array, built an ‘end of the world’ switch. And some student moron, visible once Clyde rounded the plinth, had activated it.

“Alright Bonnie,” Clyde said, mustering up courage. “Looks like this is it for us. Give me one last hurrah.”

Obediently, although Clyde thought it a little mournfully too, Bonnie played a little fanfare. It was time.

Clyde would rejoin the rest of the team in death, but the world would survive a little longer.

And I, a little robot, am here to tell the hero’s story.

[alicealmost]

hi!  I am desperately in need for help. I need my insulin to bring my blood sugar back down. It’s $300 That’s all I need. I’m not asking for a windfall, just a little help, please.

Be blessed 💓🙏🙏💓

            DONATE AND SHARE.

Hello, dear. I hope everything will be alright to you.

I am sorry that I can't help you financially :(

But here, I am sharing so more people can see and help you❤️ please, everybody, reblog and share

Stay safe, please. God bless you

[misspeppermint2003]

Hello, this is a longshot saving life call, I am Ifrah Abdullahi Mohammed from Gaza. I am here to request for your support to help get my insulin, just an injection for today to save my life please I beg. I was diagnosed with Latent Autoimmune Diabetes and due to the current situation in Gaza I'm unable to get my insulin injection as a result I'm here begging for little financial support to help me purchase insulin for this week. My donation link is attached in the pinned post, I might have sent this ask to you earlier but kindly consider donating and sharing. This is the only option I have at the moment to save my life from going into a coma.

I'm sorry about that. I don't have any money, but I hope you'll be alright if you fight that disease. I wish you get well soon.

[lavenderhyacinths]

Hello this a long shot call, am Rose Abdulhaq a citizen of Palestine. I am here to request for your support to help get my insulin (Humalog), just an injection for today to save my life please I beg.I was diagnosized with type 1 diabetes and due to current situation in Gaza I'm unable to get my insulin injection as a result I'm here begging for little financial support to help me purchase insulin for this week. Am sorry if am sending you again this request, kindly donate any amount please. My donation link is in my pinned post🇵🇸. Thank you and be blessed ❤️

It's alright! I cannot donate at this time, but I will share!

If you guys are able, please donate for Rose. Any amount can make a difference! But at the very least. Share for Palestine and the people who have to suffer through this occupation!

Rose, I hope for good health and safety for you during this. 🍉🩷🍉

[hooleyhook]

Hi! Am Palestian citizen,It's kinda shameful to go this route, but being diabetic person .Now over 6 months my unemployment still pending This has been the worst couple of years of my life. My house was destroyed and family members killed one month ago by the Israelites soldiers. Then I am desperately in need for help. I need my insulin to bring my blood sugar back down. It's $57 That's all I need. I'm not asking for a windfall, just a little help, Donation link is available on my pinned post

Hello I've heard the situation on Palestine, sorry in advance I'm bad at English but I hope you and family alright, as for the insulin I unfortunately couldn't provide one or donate. However I will try to spread this message here in tumblr so that others can help you and to spread awareness on what happening in your country.