#Ways to Control Diabetes Quickly

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Ways to Control Diabetes Quickly, Ways to Control Diabetes 15 Days, Best Food for Diabetes Control. Ways to Control Diabetes : High blood sugar, also known as hyperglycemia, is associated with diabetes and prediabetes. Prediabetes occurs when your blood sugar levels are high, but not high enough to be classified as diabetes. Your body normally manages your blood sugar by producing insulin. This…

[mrlesbian]

i love how the medical advice i get to not make my condition worse is to simply control it. like wow cool, idk why i never thought about doing that before, thank you i'm cured :)

[wlwsoccerfics]

Allergies(AggieBeever-JonesXWilliamsonReader)

A/N: did some research but it still might not be 100 % accurate. Hope you still like it.

Warning: allergic reaction, bee sting, mentions of Type 1 Diabetes and hospitals.

summary: you are at practice and a bee stings you. You are allergic so your girlfriend comes to your rescue.

You were sitting on the bench in the changing rooms, getting ready for practice, putting on your boots. Chatting with Lucy. Your England teammate.

"are you excited for national Camp?" Lucy wanted to know. You nodded your head softly. You felt glad to be Part of the England Team again after being out with am injury for 5 months.

"yes can't wait to be back at Camp in 10 days. It's very exciting for me!" You admitted.

"you deserve it for sure!" Lucy told you.

"thanks luce!" You replied and smiled at her.

Ten minutes later you were on the pitch, kicking the ball back and forth with Aggie, your girlfriend of two years. You felt something on your Leg and let out a whimper when it pierced your skin. Aggie frowning when she saw your face. You looked down on your Leg. Oh this was bad.

"Babe you okay?" She asked.

"i got stung by a bee!" You announced. Aggie was trying not to panic. Keira who heard you say it , quickly ran over. Helping you sit down on the ground.

"i have your epipen." Aggie said, after grabbing it from her own bag. She always had one with her. Not a Minute to late cause you started to feel the effects of the bee sting. Your throat was scratching. Swallowing hurt and was difficult. Aggie quickly used the epipen on you. All the Girls of the Team were standing close by now. Keira laid you down now, while Lucy called an ambulance and Aggie was talking to you to keep you calm.

"it's all okay Babe. Don't worry. We got you!" She told you.

"okay." You managed to get out. Not looking forward to the hospital. You had spend way too much time in there as a kid cause you have type 1 Diabetes, then two years ago you had to have ACL surgery.

"good thing we all knew about you being allergic and what to do!" Hannah stated.

5 minutes later you were already loaded into an ambulance, aggie riding with you. Holding your hand gently.

"i am so glad we caught you getting stung in time!" Aggie stated. Cause she sure as hell was worried enough about you all the time with your Diabetes. Even though you mostly got it under Control.

"Same." You told her. Thankful that the epipen worked. Getting checked over at the hospital was still something that had to be done unfortunately. Aggie gently kissed your forehead and you closed your eyes, relaxing a bit cause of the gesture.

At the hospital they checked you over, wanting to keep you for Observation for a few hours before Aggie could take you Home. She was with you the entire time. Holding your hand. You really appreciated her trying to keep your mind off of the fact that you were in the Hospital. Cause she knew how much you hated them.

"oh your sister is calling!" Aggie said, looking at the Screen of her Phone. She answered the call.

"Leah, hey..." Your girlfriend answered.

"aggie, how is my sister? I heard from Millie that she is at the hospital!" Your sister asked. She sounded really concerned.

"she is okay. We can leave the hospital soon. Just had to stay for a bit after i had to use the epipen on her. She got stung by a bee!" Aggie explained.

"thank god that she is okay! Can i talk to her?" Leah asked.

"Sure!" Aggie Said and handed her Phone over to you.

"hey Leah, don't worry i am alive!" You let her know.

"certainly glad to hear that. Would hate a life without my annoying little sister!" She replied teasingly.

"you won't her rid of me so easily." You told her jokingly. After a little bit of banter you ended the call and could leave the hospital soon after.

You sat on the Couch, cuddled up into Aggies Arms. Munching on a slice of extra cheese Pizza, which the two of you had picked up on your way home from the hospital.

"how is your blood sugar by the way?" Your girlfriend asked.

"scared of another hospital Trip today?" You asked jokingly.

"funny." She Said and playfully rolled her eyes, she couldn't help but smile though.

"it's cute when you worry! But my blood sugar is at it's best behavior!" You answered. Kissing her gently and she kissed you back.

Let's just say the Pizza was quickly forgotten.

[radioactive-earthshine]

Hi! Im sorry if this is a silly question but I was wondering if you know what the Flash diabetes thing is? I've seen it around occasionally but never found out if it was a canon one off thing or a fanon group theory because on one hand I can kinda see it making sense although it would probably have to be re-worked to fit a speedsters bodily profile (in terms of their hyper-metabolism and all) but then on the other hand I'm reminded of the times I've read YJ fanfic and out of nowhere Bart is taking ADHD medication and I'm like.. he would not be able to take ADHD meds and actually feel a difference for more than maybe 3 seconds as seen with general painkillers and medication when he had the knee surgery with nothing. I just can't help but feel like, in canon, neither of these theories/situations would be possible but then again fanon is meant to be fun,, not serious etc. How do you draw the line?

Hello!

I have NEVER heard of it phrased as "Flash diabetes" but looking over the meat of your question it appears this is more about their metabolism, so I am approaching this as a metabolism question rather than a blood-sugar question.

When it comes to speedsters and their metabolism in the comics, it is very inconsistent and it honestly depends on the writer and what would be most exciting or inconvenient the most in any given scenario.

On one hand, the prevailing canon is that speedsters heal FAST. Their metabolism is so high they can get over broken bones, lacerations, even gunshots very quickly. We even have instances of them getting over drugs very quickly or drugs just not impacting them the way they should, because they metabolize them too fast for them to work.

The biggest in-comic example of this is Bart's famous knee surgery in Teen Titans v.3 when they were unable to put him under ANY anesthetic because his metabolism would negate its effectiveness.

Teen Titans (2003) #3

(Side note, the amount of laws broken in this scene would have probably shut that entire hospital down, licensees would have been lost, and Cyborg probably should have done jail time or at least been kicked out of the tower because holy shit the ethics.)

Teen Titans (2003) #4

This scene is one of the more poignant and famous examples of speedster metabolism being a medical foil as much as it is an advantage in combat and it is extremely dramatic.

We also have a more recent example of drugs just not working properly on speedsters, from Bart yet again in more recent publication history.

Young Justice (2019) #16

Sedatives or maybe even some sort of anti-psychotics only stayed in Bart's systems for so long before they wore off well before they should have and he was able to just leave.

If these are pushed out of his system prematurely, then it is extremely unlikely any ADHD medication would work on him unless they were specially made for speedsters which is not outside of any realm of possibility in a comic.

However... because these are comics and because these sorts of foils are variable and depend on whoever is writing them we also have some evidence that certain things do work on speedsters... but in heightened ways such as caffeine which makes no sense and yet...

The Flash (2011) #3

Barry had an espresso and got so hopped up and jittery he lost control of his vibrating for a while and ended up through multiple floors. How caffeine works on them, and in extreme ways, but other drugs don't, is something maybe a biochemist can answer which I am not.

We also have decades of publication going back to the silver age of Barry and other speedsters interacting with drugs, poisons, alcohol and them not working or not working properly and the above examples are just those I knew I could cite easily because I think about them a lot.

So returning back to the question of if ADHD medication would work... I feel like again in the comics they wouldn't work how they are supposed to unless they are specialized because even the caffeine did not work how it is supposed to.

But again this is fanfic and fanon so anything is possible and with this particular subject it wouldn't be too outside of canon to have ADHD meds work. Again any writer could also explain them as special speedster-strength medication then it is good to go.

I hope this sort of answers your question?

This is for the comics and the comics alone, no other form of media.

[koolades-world]

Hihi!!! Would it be okay if I requested levi, Satan, and lucifer with a type 1 diabetic reader who passes out from low blood sugar during a student council meeting? ( normally, you would administer a glucagon, which is a shot you put into the person's stomach ) If not, that's totally okay !! I know some people don't like writing about illnesses they don't know anything about

hello!! of course <3

enjoy :)

Type 1 Diabetic Mc who passes out during a student council meeting

Lucifer

he's of course very collected

he knows exactly what he's doing and how to help you

he will pause the meeting and shoo away his brothers (and diavolo) since they're kind of getting in the way

he actually carries a glucagon shot with him at all times just in case, and it's situations like this that he's glad that he does

he gives it to you calmly and waits for you to come to

he knows that he did everything perfectly and you were going to be alright, but he's still worried

honestly, this was one of the moments where he realized how much he thought about you

thankfully that day barbatos had prepared some cute tea sandwiches for the meeting, so there was some and a tea waiting for you once you were awake again to raise your blood sugar

he lets you take a seat off to the side of the room so you could relax, but he personally checks you over before resuming the meeting with a little top of the head kiss <3

Levi

he's freaking out for sure

he's quick to try to shake you awake and all that, but when it doesn't work he has a moment of panic

he can't help but think it's his fault somehow

at this point, everyone else in the meeting is paying attention because of his flailing and slightly louder than usual talking

he stops for a moment to think about what you told him if this ever happened

he was ashamed on how long he had to think about what you told him, but he does eventually remembered what he had to do step by step

he gets your emergency glucagon shot and administers it, then gives you the juice pouch and cheese crackers from your lunch box once you're able awake again and ready to eat

he hugs you tightly despite being in front of so many people because he realized how much actually being in that situation scared him

he really cares about you and is glad he knew how to help!

Satan

externally, he's like lucifer

he looks like he's got everything under control, since he does know what he's doing

but internally, he's levi

he overthinks everything despite having listened very carefully and committed to memory what you told him to do in that situation

his hands are a little shaky, but all his worries dispel once he sees you open your eyes

he was the one to quickly run out to a vending machine to get you a soda and he was the one to fish out a few granola bars from his bookbag for you

he ensures you get the all clear from barbatos before he takes you home to rest

even after the meeting is over, he's close by your side, asking how you're feeling and holding your hand

that night, he's by your side reading you to sleep :)

[ladynyoko]

Jonah's Enucleation

So this is going to be a long post. I apologize for that in advance. I've been sort of blowing up @talesfromtreatment's ask box since Sunday morning going through a hell of a rollercoaster with my dog. (Again, sorry about that. Not sure if you read any of it, but if you haven't feel free to delete those messages and just read this post instead if you want to know what I've been using your ask box as a sounding board about for the last 48-ish hours.)

This all starts Saturday.

We have a Beagle/Jack Russell mix. His name is Jonah. He's around 8-ish years old and, tragically, a beagle with all that entails. He's a good dog - but he's got loud opinions and can't help himself around food or cat toys. He wears sweaters in the winter when it's cold. He has a favorite blanket. He's overweight but we've been working on it.

Saturday morning, when we woke up, everything was normal. As the day went on, he started acting like he does on his bad pain days. He's had Lyme in the past and while he tests negative now, he has what I can only describe as flare ups. He'll get listless, go off his food, and just be miserable for a day before he perks up and is just fine the next day. We have prescription painkillers for if a flare up lasts particularly long or he's really uncomfortable. But this looked like a mild one, all things considered.

Saturday evening, when I let him out for the night, I noticed a little bit of odd behavior. He walked straight into the screen door on his way back in. "Huh, that's odd." I thought. But it was dark out, and the screen door was in a different spot than usual because of some ground shifting after our recent cold snap - I wasn't able to open it all the way like I usually do. He didn't seem to find his treat as quickly as usual either. But I figured, he's getting older. Maybe his vision's going a little. He already has his annual scheduled in March - I'll bring it up with his vet then.

I didn't get a chance.

Sunday morning, when we woke up, he was blind. In the short span of 24 hours, he'd completely lost his vision.

We knew something was wrong. We checked the hours for our local animal urgent care, and resolved to take him in the second they opened.

And once they had, we loaded him and his favorite blanket up in the car, and drove straight there. There was another emergency ahead of us. The clinic was busy. Not surprising - it was the only place within an hour's drive that was open today. Everyone with an urgent problem would be going there today. Still, we weren't waiting very long before they brought us back to one of their two exam rooms and started intake.

We didn't wait long for the vet either.

It's a vet we know. She's saved our cat's life before. (Some of you may remember Lily, if you've been following me for a long time. We had to do signal boost fundraising for her years back after a near death experience.) We trust her implicitly. She looks over Jonah and confirms our suspicions. He's completely blind. But why he's suddenly gone blind is what we're there to find out.

After examining him, she suspects glaucoma. It wasn't something I even knew dogs could get. On the way there, I'd been running through the worst fears I could think of. Had his thyroid medication tipped him the other way into hyperthyroidism? Had we missed diabetes? Was it a brain tumor?

We were prepared for a lot of things. Glaucoma sounded easy! My mom has borderline glaucoma! Just eye drops to control his pressure and keep up with his annuals, and he'll be fine, right?

So back to the waiting room we went while they started his tests. We requested a comprehensive blood panel to rule out any other possibilities, which the vet agreed to do in addition to his eye pressure check and a test to check his moisture levels in his eyes as well.

We wait for a bit, they bring him back out, and we get his test results. Blood panel looks good. Eyes are a tiny bit on the dry end of normal range. But his eye pressure is through the roof. Glaucoma confirmed. No big! We just need to get his eye pressure down and then we can get him on maintenance drops and follow up with our regular vet.

Except that isn't how it happens.

He gets his first round of drops. We wait thirty minutes. He gets a second round, because his pressure was really high, another thirty minutes. They retest. The pressure in his right eye is down. But his left eye has continued to climb. We do another couple rounds of drops. Another retest. His right eye has stabilized. His left eye has not. They give him a narcotic for the pain. We try another medication - one that the vet didn't want to use because it's extremely uncomfortable for the dogs but at this point we need to get this under control. Drops every fifteen minutes. Waiting. Agonizing. We talk about next steps. The vet consults with a specialist in a larger city. Jonah has calmed thanks to the narcotic and is laying on his blanket on the floor of the waiting room.

After nearly six hours at animal urgent care, the pressure in his right eye finally comes down. It's still high, but the vet doesn't want to keep him any longer. We're discharged with a steroid to control the inflammation and hopefully manage the pain, an antibiotic because we just spent nearly six hours fussing with his eyes and don't want them infected, and the drops to control his eye pressure. We're given strict instructions to follow up with our regular vet the next day and have his pressure retested as soon as we're able.

Exhausted, we bring our extremely drugged dog home. He pees in the front yard and spends the rest of the evening on his blanket on the couch. I give him his first dose of medication without incident. Then his second. Mom goes to bed. I promise to wake her if I need help giving him his third dose.

He sleeps on the couch. Our cat joined him at some point between his third dose and the time I came up for his fourth. His narcotics are starting to wear off now. He cries when I go to gently pull his eyelid back to medicate his left eye. His eye looks worse. He's in pain. I feel bad but I know I have to do this and thankfully I manage on my own. He settles down and I go to bed, resolved to wake in four short hours for his next dose.

The next morning I wake up for his next dose of meds. Pressure drops then steroids. His eye hasn't improved. I start to worry. I'm afraid of what we'll find when we drop him off at the vet. Has his left eye continued to trend downwards or has it shot back up? We won't know until he gets tested. Our other dog has a grooming appointment. Mom leaves to take him to that. I stay home with Jonah. I call our vet and let them know what's going on. Ask if we can drop him off. The tech tells me the vet won't be in for another hour and she'll call me back as soon as she's talked to them.

I lay down on the couch with Jonah and try to get a little more sleep. I wake up in an hours - he needs his antibiotic now. The vet calls and agrees to a drop off appointment. I drive him in with his blanket, all his medications, and the meal he hadn't eaten that morning. I let them know everything that's happened in the last 24 hours. He hasn't eaten or drank anything since the previous morning. I worry.

Mom gets home with our freshly groomed other dog. We talk about what we're going to do. We've stretch our budget thin paying for his urgent care visit the previous day. We know the next step is to remove the eye that we can't get under control - a $2,000-$3,000 surgery. Way out of our budget. But we don't want him to be in pain. We resolve that if his pressure has gone up again, we'll have him put to sleep rather than have him suffer any longer.

The waiting game starts again. A few hours later, we get the call. The vet retested his eyes three times. The right has completely stabilized. The left has shot up again. We're devastated. We know what's best for him. What has to be done. We let the vet know, and schedule to come to the office in three hours to see him across the rainbow bridge, after we've had time to inform His Boy who now lives two hours away with a family of his own.

We're all emotionally drained by this point. We've cried off and on. It's hard to talk about it without crying. The urgent care vet calls us to see how he's doing and we tell her the bad news.

Monday afternoon, we drive to the vet's office. We try not to break down into tears in the waiting room, knowing what's coming. Knowing we'll be led into the quiet Goodbye Room they have, with its nice couch and soft pastel walls and privacy.

We get called up to the tech and are met with a question.

"If money weren't a problem, what would you do?" I reply without thinking. "Get rid of the damn eye." She tells us that there's another option. There's a friend of the office who offers financial assistance for cases like ours. Young, otherwise healthy animals with decent prognoses whose owners just can't afford the treatment they need. She only asks what we can afford to pay, and she'll pay the rest. No need to repay her. We're overcome. There's the smallest glint of hope.

We ask when we'd have to pay, because we'd just tapped everything we had for his urgent care appointment. She offers to talk to the vet. The vet agrees. We're clients in good standing who've proven again and again how much we care for our pets. The entire office hated what was about to happen because we just couldn't afford a treatment. For us, they'll defer payment until our next check comes in.

Overcome, we schedule the surgery. Jonah is brought out to us, now on painkillers and in significantly better spirits. (Although some of that may be attributed to a dirty secret they shared with us. One of the girls in the office had a birthday that day, you see. And, thinking it was his final day, they'd spoiled him fucking rotten. He may have diarrhea tonight, the tech says apologetically. We just laugh.)

On February 4th, Jonah's left eye will be removed. His right eye will remain. He'll be blind for the rest of his life. But he'll be alive and out of pain and that was always the goal we were aiming for. We still have a heavy financial burden, but he's worth it. He's so, so worth it. We're going to have so many more years to enjoy him and all his tragically Beagle crimes.

[cakeisnotpie]

A year and a half in ...

Realized it's been a while since I updated ya'll on my Ozempic journey.

For the newbies, I started taking Ozempic a year and a half ago to get my AC1/blood sugar under control. Had been trying all kinds of restrictive diets along with pills and the damn number wouldn't come down anywhere near even the high end of normal.

So my doc suggested we start Ozempic. Since my goal wasn't weight loss but diabetic maintenance, we started at a .25 dose and very, very slowly worked my way up to my current dosage of 2.5 (which is considered a maintenance dose and, thus, doesn't have all the restrictions of getting the prescript refilled like higher doses).

For reference, most people start these drugs on a 5.0 and go up to a 7.5 pretty quickly. My friend has been on three different ones now and has had to stop them because of all the side effects like, nasty digestive issues and aching joints.

Anywho, I've been blessed to not have any major side effects and my AC1 was at 5.7 the last time I had it checked. I can't express how amazing that is. They've taken me off my blood sugar med and my blood pressure has dropped so they're talking about taking me off that pill as well to see how I do without it. Honestly, it's like this drug was made to fix my specific issue. Yes, I still have to eat a balanced diet, but it's everything in moderation, not that "cut all sugar and carbs and fruit and ..." bullshit I was trying to do before (which is not sustainable, trust me). If I'm craving a cinnamon roll, I get a cinnamon roll, eat some of it, then save the rest for later. Mostly I eat a lot of girl dinners with fruit, nuts, raisins, meat, cheese, olives, hummus ... I'm really into grazing right now. And I exercise, get on the treadmill six days a week and talk the doggo for walks in the afternoon.

Have I lost weight? I'm down 75 pounds or 4 dress sizes. I average about less than a pound a week, but I'm slowing down and I'm perfectly fine with that because I can fit in an airline seat now and can wear all my cute belts again. I've been buying clothes that are more fitted and feel much better in terms of my knee pain.

Am I still fat? Yep. I was a LARGE woman to start with and I probably still register as obese under the stupid charts they have for freakin' BMI etc. But I don't care. I can keep up with the family when we go on vacation/trips and I bought the cutest new tankini bathing suit with sharks on it to wear to the beach this year.

Will I be on Ozempic for the rest of my life? Yes, because I'm a diabetic and it keeps my AC1 under control so I can live healthy and be around to spend time with my kids and friends.

And that's enough for me.

[bunniekittiee]

Birth Control Crisis

Doing this for all of my mfs who have had bad experiences with birth control and it made them depressed, bipolar, crazy, etc. I was right there too, and I just started another brand of pills because my last ones were not making me feel good. So I'm writing this from my own experience, think of it as a vent piece. Also this is with a fem. reader btw

Characters: Raiden and Bi-Han

Warnings: Mentions of self harm, suicidal thoughts, mental health crisis

Raiden-

The Thunder God did not understand the purpose of oral contraceptives right away until his girlfriend explained it to him. After learning more about it, he felt guilty. Although she was taking it because her periods were draining and horrific every month, it still did not settle with him that there were many side effects that could harm her. Blood clots, skipping periods, spotting, diabetes, heart disease, strokes, absolutely anything could go wrong if her body reacted to them negatively. But what made him the most concerned was the mental health part of it. Raiden read over the big paper that came with the pills that described instructions and side effects, and the most alarming one to him was the mental toll it could possibly take.

But he hoped for the best, and he supported her no matter what.

Adjustment was hard. Her breasts were sensitive to touch and ached for a couple of weeks. Wearing a bra made it more uncomfortable, but any fabrics that rubbed against them also made it worse. Raiden would gently massage them for his girlfriend if she asked. She frequently got headaches that turned into migraines which made it hard for her to go out for dinners or be around bright lights. But Raiden still did his best to make sure she was well. He knew it was just the adjustment period and she would be okay in the end.

That was, until her moods began to change. More agitated, she was snappy with her boyfriend. Sometimes she picked fights, sometimes she took something Raiden said out of context, or sometimes she straight up ignored him.

As much as he tried to sympathize for her, his feelings were hurt. His thoughts screamed at him that she was beginning to experience the worse side effects of the birth control pills, but he continued to tell himself that she would adjust.

One fateful day that changed his whole perspective and attitude was a very eventful one. She had known prior of Raiden's crush on Kitana due to Kung Lao's gossiping, but she had never brought it up to Raiden. Raiden didn't think much of it, and one day he was catching up with Kitana at the Wu Shi Academy when from afar, she had spotted them together. Sitting on a bench. Close proximity.

This scene warped her mind. With the depression, pent-up anger, and extreme mood shifts, this was the straw that broke the camel's back. Anger flaring and her emotions at a high, she turned away quickly from them, walking back to her and Raiden's home that they shared. Her mind was frazzled. How could he do this to her? Didn't he know how sensitive she was? How miserable in her body she was? Was it because she gained weight since starting the pills? What was it?

Why wasn't she good enough?

Raiden bid goodbye to Kitana and made his way home, a little anxious to get back. He felt impending doom, like he was going to arrive to something that was very alarming. It made him quicken his pace.

Their home was a disaster. Raiden felt his heart lurch as he saw photos of them broken on the floor, glass strewn about. His immediate thought was that she was in danger, so he ran to their shared bedroom where she was shoving her clothes into bags.

"My love, what are you-"

"Shut up Raiden." She growled as she narrowed her eyes at him. "Do not play dumb with me, you fool."

He was taken aback. She was much more aggressive than before. This was something he was not used to at all. "What is this all about? Please, my love, we can talk about this. What is going on with you?"

"Go to your other lover since she's so great. I knew I should have never trusted you. You are still hung up on her." She chuckled bitterly. Her eyes flashed with anger at him.

He pieced it together in his head what was going on. "Honey, Kitana and I were just catching up. There was nothing else behind it, I promise you."

"You speak lies, snake." She spat as she abruptly stopped packing. "How can I trust you? I don't believe a word out of your mouth!" Her voice was beginning to raise, and Raiden felt his patience was being tested.

"When have I ever broke your trust?" He questioned as he slowly began to approach her. "Please, you are being irrational and we can easily talk this out."

Jaw clenched, she grabbed a bag and pushed past Raiden. "Out of my way. Irrational? I'm being irrational now."

"Please come back. Let us try to figure it out." He pleaded as he followed her.

"Figure what out Raiden? There is nothing to figure out, and there is nothing you can say that will make it any better. Just let me go." She said angrily. He could not let her leave, not when this issue was unsolved.

"I cannot let you do that. Please, what is going on with you? You have been so mean and callous. What have I done wrong?" He asked her, standing in front of her and looking worried. "This is so unlike you."

This seemed to falter her movements, and it stunned her almost. The silence was long as she avoided eye contact and the stare boring into her face from him. He was waiting for his answer.

"You would not understand. And it is none of your concern. It is mine only." She said thickly.

Raiden grabbed her by her shoulders. "No. It is my concern whether you agree or not. Tell me what is going on."

She struggled to get out of his grip. "Let go!"

"No. Not until you tell me. Do you realize how much I love you? I cannot let you walk out that door without knowing what is going on inside of your head." He gently laid a hand on her cheek to pull her gaze to him. Her eyes watered as her anger burned, yet the misery she held began to crack. Raiden saw this right away and he knew he was getting somewhere. "Talk to me, my love."

She cried, she cried for a very long time. And Raiden held her, listening to her miserable cries that hurt his heart too. But he knew that it had to storm before a rainbow could form. So he let her cry, explaining to him between sobs that she felt depressed, on the verge of hurting herself, and how angry she was at everyone in her life. How it was easy to take it out on Raiden because he was the one she saw everyday. How jealous and bitter she was. How she sometimes wished she could go to sleep without waking up.

No doubt it would haunt Raiden for quite some time. His worries before her getting on those pills were now a nightmare come true, and now he had to pick up the pieces. First, she had to get off of those pills immediately. And Raiden did not want her on any type of contraceptives for a long time. Not until she fully recovered. It took a while to see his normal, bubbly girlfriend that he was used to seeing. She was not her normal self for some time, and Raiden made sure to be with her every step of the way. He took extra time to spend with her, he made sure she was kept busy while he was away, he took her out for dinner once, maybe twice a week so she had something to look forward to.

He wanted to help her no matter what. That was all that mattered to him. He just wanted her normal self to be back again, and he wanted her to be okay.

Bi-Han-

The Grandmaster was a busy man, and he thought his wife understood this well. Bi-Han did research on birth control pills for her wife as her periods were intolerable for her, and he almost did not want to give her the option of it. Of course, he did not want to see her in any pain, but the side effects and health risks concerned him. Really concerned him. So much so, he made her do check ups once a month to make sure that she wasn’t at any risk of forsaking her health.

The last visit, the medic had said she gained a little bit of weight which was normal on the pills, but she took it as an insult. Like there was something wrong with gaining weight.

Bi-Han did notice her weight fluctuations but he did not care enough to tell her or make it a big deal. Because it wasn’t. He still loved her all the same and thought she was just as beautiful as the day he laid eyes on her. Weight gain would not make him stray. As if anything at all would make him stray.

But she focused on it a lot. Sometimes, Bi-Han would catch her staring at her body in the mirror and tugging at her skin. Examining her body. He would tell her how beautiful she was, but she never seemed to believe him.

Bi-Han decided to plan to take her out on a date to Madame Bo’s. They hadn’t went out for some time, and he told her to get ready. As she was getting ready, Liu Kang had arrived to the Arctika with urgency. He grouped the brothers together and told them that he needed them now for a mission. There was an intruder in the timeline that they needed to take care of. Bi-Han did not want to go, as he had planned a date with his wife, but he had no choice.

So he walked back to his shared chambers where she was putting the last few touches of her makeup. “My love,” he said as he entered the room. “I am very sorry to say this, but I must cancel the date. Liu Kang needs us for a mission as it is urgent. I am very sorry. I will take you out sometime when I get back.”

She looked at him and frowned. “Okay. Be safe, Bi-Han.” He went to hug her, but she hugged him back stiffly. He wanted to question her but he had to leave as soon as possible.

On his mission, his mind was occupied as his brothers could tell. She was on his mind. Sure, she was disappointed that he had to leave, but it seemed like there was something more behind her behavior. He was worried. Really worried and anxiety flooded through him the longer he was gone. And unfortunately, the mission was longer than he had expected. He was gone for five days, and during those five days he was ridden with anxiety. He wanted to get back home to see his wife.

And the day finally came. He and his brothers rushed to get home. They were worried about Bi-Han because he was quieter than usual and did not sleep much. They wondered if there was something wrong with his wife, but they did not ask.

Entering the palace, he rushed to their chambers in hopes that she was there waiting for him. But he was stopped by Sektor.

“I am happy to see you back. I need to talk to you.” Sektor said.

“Talk to me later, Sektor. I do not want to deal with work at the moment.” Bi-Han replied dryly as he tried to walk past him. But Sektor stopped him again.

“It is about your wife.”

“Is she okay?” The anxiety was now making him nauseous.

“After you left, she, what’s the best way to describe it?” He thought for a moment as Bi-Han impatiently waited. “She had a very bad episode and reaction to you leaving her. She did not leave your chambers, she stopped eating, she only slept and cried from what the servants told me.”

Bi-Han felt his heart pang. “Is she in there now?”

Sektor grimaced. “She tried to hurt herself, Grandmaster. I was lucky to find her in enough time to stitch her wounds. She is in the infirmary.”

The Grandmaster did not know whether to be angry at her or really sad. He stalked off to the med bay to see her. He was full of mixed emotions. Why would she do this to herself? Why did she do this to him? Why was she like this?

But the most important question that haunted him was…

Why did he not notice beforehand?

He was before the door to the infirmary and pushed his way inside. One of the medics had informed Bi-Han where she was, and Bi-Han had many questions.

“Did she say why she did this? Are her wounds grave?” He asked rather quickly.

“Her wounds will scar. There was quite a lot of them, but they were small. And we assessed her mental health and she is not well, Grandmaster.” The medic explained as his heart panted more. “She is mentally unstable. I believe it is due to her contraceptives.”

He nodded his head. He was hurt. Hurt that she did this to herself and he was not there to help her. He arrived at her room and entered. She was asleep, arms in bandages as she curled into a small ball. Bi-Han walked to sit beside her, and she awoke at the sounds of the chair.

“Bi-Han.” She breathed.

“Why did you do this to yourself?” He asked gruffly. “Are you pathetic?” He was angry. Angry at the world he supposed.

Her eyes watered. “If you are going to berate me, then leave me alone.”

“I don’t understand you.” Bi-Han replied. “Why did you do it? Was it for attention? I don’t get it.”

“Why would you?” She said with her voice raising. “You don’t understand how I feel. What I feel. You never will!” Tears now streamed down her face. Bi-Han’s heart fell to his stomach.

“Then talk to me and tell me what is going on.” He said as he crossed his arms. “Please, I want to know what is going on with you. I want to hear it from you.”

She cried very much, but she explained it all to Bi-Han. How much she hated herself. How she felt depressed and suicidal. How she felt like no one cared and how she felt like a burden. He listened to her intently as he held her hand, gently holding her as well while she sobbed into his shoulder. She told him that she felt unloved when he had to cancel on her, despite it not being his fault, she still could not help but feel that way. And it made her feel guilty.

Bi-Han was incredibly hurt that she felt that way and she did not tell anyone. He was angry at himself rather than her for not knowing what was truly going on. How he ignored the signs.

But now, it was clear to him. And he wanted to make everything right again. He took care of her wounds despite how much it affected him seeing those self inflicted wounds on her body. He made sure he was with her almost 24/7. He made sure she was okay mentally, and although some days were harder than others, she battled them like a true warrior.

And he made sure to make up him bailing on her that day. He took her out to eat and let her eat as much as she wanted. And afterwards, he took her to the shops and bought her a few gifts. Seeing her smile and face light up was all worth it no matter how much he spent. Because he understood that he could have lost her that week he was gone.

Things were never normal at first, it took a very long time for her to return back to her regular self. And Bi-Han had made sure she never returned onto oral contraceptives again. He could not bear to lose her again to medication. He lost her once, he would not do it again.

[tillichan]

Your life in Jujutsu Kaisen for sugutoad

You were born in the traditional and powerful clan of jujutsu sorcerers. Dragon Users, truly scary power of your family. These one who have inherited family technique, get an own dragon at the age of four or six. Powers and mediums of Dragon Shikigami depend of sorcerer cursed energy and personality. There are four different types: Earth, Water, Fire and Air. Your one is the rarest type — Dragon of Air. This's the reason why your strict parents never let you use the internet or play with friends much. You're the future of your clan. You have to get things perfect, be the best at everything you do, be an example for your siblings. But your world full of duties and limits has changed after you went to Tokyo Jujutsu Teach. Your new classmates were the exact opposite of you. Even though, Satoru and Suguru were the same special grade as you, they were more chill and goofed around most of the time. But somehow these two dorks slowly got your best friends, and, well, not only friends~

Cursed Technique: Dragon of Air Shikigami

Dragon of Air uses air as an intermediary. That means you're able to summon your dragon from the air by your cursed energy. Air Dragons are rare and powerful. Being maker of weather, your dragon controls the wind, thunder and rain. Poor Satoru was shocked the first time your dragon blew his Hollow Purple away. Even though dragon needs a lot of your cursed energy, he makes you literally unstoppable! Your current limit isn't high, but it's still enough to kill a bunch of first grade curses or one special grade. Whenever you feel sad or overwhelmed, you fly on your dragon, feeling a light smell of rain and a nice breeze. And then your troubles melt away.

All your students wonder, how Gojo Satoru has got someone so perfect like you? You and Satoru have been dating since Jujutsu Teach times. Now you two are teachers at Tokyo Jujutsu Teach, have a bunch of students, who truly think that it'd be better, if only you were their teacher. And you're going to be married soon.

ღ Satoru loves you, adores you, he's such a simp. Everyone around him is sick of his endless conversations about you. And when you're together? You two are so sweet, that your students get diabetes. ღ He is not a type who would wait for you when you're tying the shoelaces. Satoru is the type who would pretend to leave just to tie your shoelaces by himself in a moment. He loves teasing you, he can't help, but find you cute whatever you do! You're a crybaby? Cute! He'd wipe your tears, if something made you sad. If someone? Well, rest in piece the brave suicide, who made sad the girlfriend of the Strongest. You get excited, speak really quickly and stumble over your words? Too cute! You get jealous and possessive easily? Satoru is very popular of course, but he sees no one but you. ღ You and Satoru already have a parenting experience, because you two raised Megumi and Tsumiki. You raised to be exact. Every time Satoru sees you with them, he dreams about your own children. ღ Your love languages and ideal dates are so similar! Satoru loves physical touches! He literally clings to you whenever he can. He loves when you play with his hair, soft domestic picnics with a lot of his favorite sweets, stargazing and traveling together. ღ Satoru is very protective, like a lot. He knows that you're powerful enough to protect yourself from curses, but he can't just stand and watch you fighting. And if someone wants to take advantage of you? Rest in piece the brave suicide, part two. ღ He values that you listen to all his complaints and ranting. You're the only one person who sees him, just Satoru, not the Strongest. He loves the way you let him be himself and treat him as an ordinary person. ღ Even though your PDA makes your students cringe, they really love you two from the bottom of their hearts and wish you to be together forever. Today, tomorrow, after a year. To infinity.

Geto Suguru is your first friend at Jujutsu Teach. You two bond over books and your dragons. Besides, you have some similar personality and appearance features, as if you were distant relatives. But honestly Suguru always had a crush on you. You're cute, sometimes too serious, but still honest and kind. Suguru feels that his troubles melt away when you're near him. You're the reason why he continues to be a sorcerer, why he's alive, why he remains himself.

As colleagues and sempai-kohai, you and Iori Utahime get along well! Even though Utahime doesn't understand your taste, she still supports your relationships with Gojo. You two are good friends. Every time you meet Utahime, you’ve long conversations about your students and teacher's duties. Iori respects you, you’re an embodiment of ideal teacher to her.

You're a parental figure for Fushiguro Megumi. You were the person who genuinely cared about him. Megumi loves you, even though he's not vocal about it, he does his best to show you his appreciation and love. Be it a new book he bought for you or household help, Megumi wants you to know that you're precious person to him. Let him call you "mother". He would be happy, I swear, but it will take some time before Megumi actually calls you this way.

Okkotsu Yuta, oh, this precious boy, he loves you so much! You're the one who helped him, when he joined Jujutsu Teach. Being so kind and caring, you were literally the Angel to him. Yuta loves the fact that his beloved teachers, Satoru and you, are together. And he's one more child, who wants to give you even more love and kindness that you gave him.

It didn't take long to get along with Itadori Yuji. He's very similar to Satoru and very friendly sunshine. Yuji respects you and your dragon, finding your cursed technique very cool! Whenever you cook or bake something for your students and Satoru, Yuji helps you just to spend with you more time.

Kugisaki Nobara loves that you're their teacher, who restrain all Satoru's strange ideas. Unlike him, you're responsible and serious. Even though Nobara doesn't like studying, your lessons are her favorite ones! Every time she need to talk to someone or ask for help, she goes to you for advice. Nobara would like to go shopping or to visit a confectionery with you.

[macgyvermedical]

Hey babe, wanna hear something hot? *whispers* history of metformin

Ok okay I'll talk

So metformin is commonly thought of as the most boring of diabetes drugs. Like, everyone who has ever thought about maybe having type 2 diabetes is taking it unless it gives them diarrhea, and even then their doctor still probably wants them to take it. But it's a first line because it's old, it's cheap, it doesn't often cause hypoglycemia, and it has relatively few side effects compared to other diabetes drugs. Also, like a lot of older drugs, it does way more than it says on the packaging. And a lot of stuff we're still learning about.

In order to talk about metformin, we have to talk about a plant called goat's rue. Goat's rue is a plant native to Europe, Africa, and Asia, and currently grows just about everywhere. In ancient times it was used as an anti-parasitic, a plague remedy, and to relieve the excessive urination caused by what might have been diabetes. In 1918 it was found to contain a chemical called galegine, which did lower blood sugar. Galegine as an anti-diabetes medication is probably too toxic to use long term. However, with a few chemical tweaks, it could become a drug that lowered blood sugar without the toxic effects. Metformin was born.

Metformin came out in 1923 and is a type of drug called a biguanide. it's actually the only type in it's class still available as an anti-diabetic agent, because the other drugs in it's class that came out in the 1920s and 30s caused lactic acidosis and liver problems (similar to the types of reactions seen with galegine), and were taken off the market.

Metformin (and pretty much all oral antidiabetic agents in development at this time) didn't do well initially, probably because they came out the same decade as insulin, and insulin was a lot more effective at treating any kind of diabetes.

It fell out of use extremely quickly, and didn't get picked up again until the 1940s, when US access to antimalarial drugs was cut off, just as a war in the pacific was ramping up. Metformin was evaluated as an antimalarial during WWII, and while noted to have some anti-malarial properties (particularly as a malaria preventative) it also was noted to significantly lower blood sugar in diabetic patients- while not lowering blood sugar very much at all in non-diabetic patients.

This effect, rather than it's antimalarial properties, was what got scientists really interested. Unfortunately, it would not be until 1957 in France that metformin had its first major studies to determine that it did, indeed, work against diabetes. Metformin lost the race to the "first" (successful) oral antidiabetic agent by a year, to a different drug that was found while looking for a new antibiotic- Diabenese.

Metformin became a commercial success in France, while Diabenese became successful in the United States. Metformin would actually not be approved for use in the US until 1995.

But now we get to talk about what metformin does and why it's so freaking cool.

Type 2 Diabetes- lowers A1C (a measure of blood sugar control) by 1-2 full points

Prevents/reverses weight gain due to antipsychotics

Prevents and treats malaria

Makes the flu shot work better

Decreases severity of respiratory illness and complications related to the flu

Changes gut microbiome for the better

Regulates periods and reduces other symptoms in people with PCOS

Lowers risk of breast, colon, and prostate cancer

Lowers risk of dementia

Lowers risk of stroke

May increase lifespan

[angryschnauzer]

Update 3th April 2024

How are we into the 4th month of the year already? This year is slipping away so quickly. Anyway, my husband finished Radiotherapy mid Feb, had a few weeks off treatment, and is now on 6 cycles of strong chemotherapy. He has 5 days on tablet dose, then 23 days off, so its a 4 week cycle. We had an update meeting with his Neurologist. The tumour hasn't started to grow back, but we've got to add a 'yet' to that. The type of brain tumour (Glioblastoma) is an incredibly agressive form of brain cancer, spreading tendrils out into the crevices of the brain that there is never any way of scooping the whole thing out and getting every last bit with surgery. Thus the Radiotherapy and chemotherapy to try and blast - i cant think of a better word - as much remaining cancer as it can. He'll have regular MRI's to monitor any regrowth etc, and as he's mid 40's if he's strong enough he can have surgery again.

So now we're at the start of April and to be honest the last three months have been horrible. At the start of the year i caught a cough that developed into Bronchitis, and then by mid March i was so ill it was Pneumonia. When Hubby was on his 'rest' weeks post radiotherapy he was unable to rest as he had to help me care for our son. Sidenote; our Son's type 1 diabetes has been somewhat out of control during this time too. Two weeks ago i was admitted to the emergency dept at Hospital with chest pains. Hardly surprising with the amount of stress i'm under, but it turned out to be caused by bruising my internal chest muscles from coughing so much due to the pneumonia. Doctors told me i must rest. Well, the universe decided it didn't like that option and the day after Hubby went down with a cold/flu like virus, and because of his cancer treatment all but destroying his immune system, it's knocked him sideways. We're now 10 days later and its still in full force. I had to take him to the cancer hospital yesterday to have blood tests to ensure it hadn't turned bacterial (it hasn't) but we've been having awful nights sleep for the both of us which means neither of us are recovering at a rate we need.

So that's were we're at. Its just a massive cycle of illness followed by illness and it feels like we can't get out of it.

[marvel-and-chicago-fan]

Low Days

I’ve changed my format and things around cause I like it better that way :D

I think I’ll keep this font for different One Shots like this and keep the normal one for Halstead sister one shots.

I think I’ll be able to finish the day I start it as well. And sorry if there’s horrible grammar I wrote this on my phone😭

Word count: 

Summary: Your Matt’s sister and There’s a hostage situation in the hosue

Warnings: Guns, Hostage situation, mentions of Hospitals, Mentions of death, seizures  Small Cursing ~and I think that’s all~

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Ever since you were young your older brother Matt has looked after you, along with the rest of the people at 51.

You never really minded staying at the house most of the day. Whenever you weren’t at school you were there and whenever you got off of school you were there. 

Everyone spoiled you most of the time. Violet, Stella and Sylvie made sure to spend some girl time with you. Either going out for milkshakes or just talking about drama in or school or boys .And the others spent some time with you and they all were special to you in their own way.

Whenever the truck was gone Kelly, Herman or boden would watch you. If everyone had to go then they would take you with them and you would wait in the engine.

“Y/n have you done your homework?”  Your brother said. “Yeah I emailed my teacher that I finished it.” You were gone for about a week due to being sick. It was late October and of course it’s flu season so you were bound to get it. 

Just then Matt’s phone went off. “Hey y/n go get something to eat or drink your sugar is low” your brother said as his phone lit up with a notification. Yeah you had type 1 diabetes, you got diagnosed at 10 after your sugar had dropped dramatically while everyone was on call and they had found you in the truck practically life less.

“Alright I’ll be right back-“ About 10 guys barged into the station holding guns screaming at everyone who was in their sight.

“EVERYBODY DOWN ON THE GROUND NOW. GET RID PF EVERYTHING, PHONES, WATCHES,ANYTHING YOU HAVE IN YOUR POCKETS” one of guys he looked like the leader.

Matt dragged you to the ground and pushed you towards everyone else who was in the main area where the trucks were ~idk what it’s called~

“Hey you put give me your phone now.” One of the guys spat at you. You shook your head in fear. Before he could lunge at you Kelly got in front of you. “She has diabetes she needs her phone.” Kelly spoke. “Diabetes are the least of her worries now. Hand it over.” Kelly and Matt gave you a look. You slid your phone across the floor. Matt read your face and could see that you were worried. “I promise I’ll your glucose meter” Matt reassured you. 

***

4 hours, you add the crew have been held hostage for 4 hours now.  CPD has been trying to talk to the leader of this and he was finally arrested . The last number your blood sugar had been at was. 58 and you could tell it was dropping.

“Y/n I need you to stay awake for a little bit longer, okay?” Matt cooed. “Just a small nap” you leaned onto Kelly’s shoulder sleep pulling you in.

Sylvie had ran to your to your drawer that was in the office that contained all of your stuff and grabbed your glucagon and ran back to you.

“What’s her number?” Sylvie asked while opening the bright Red box. Kelly read your phone screen. “29 and it’s dropping.”

“Hey Y/n, I’m gonna test you alright?” Sylvie says. Before she could even test you, you started pulling away. 

“She’s having a seizure, roll her on her side, Stella go get nasal spray from the cabinet inside the rig” Sylvie spoke fast and Stella nodded and ran quickly.

“You’re okay Y/n, you’re okay” Matt said. 

“Does she need to go the hospital?” Jay walked over to everyone. “No, not unless her blood sugar goes down to where I can’t control it.  Stella returned with the nasal spray and Sylvie sprayed it into your nose. 

As you stopped seizing, Matt immediately went by your side “see you’re all good now, we’re gonna make you feel better, then we can go wherever you like you just have to stay with me” Matt said as he rubbed your back.

“Truck 81, Ambo 16. Reports of child stuck on roof”

“Go, I’ll watch after her with them” Jay was like your brother, whenever you couldn’t make it to the station after school because it was snowing or too cold, you would be at the district and hang out with everyone there. Jay would make sure he would give you food, get your homework done, and would make sure your sugar didn’t get to low or high”

Matt have instructions right beofre he wa about to leave “If her sugar drops to 50 or below again after giving her the Glucagon take her-“ “to the hospital and she has another seizure take her to the hospital and keep her in her side. I know the drill man, I got her” Jay had been through this about Three or two times. “Thanks Jay” 

***

Your eyes flutter open but you shut them again because of the bright lights overhead.  You soon adjusted to the light and realized you were on the couch in the break room. You looked around and saw Herman, Kelly and Jay talking together. What the hell happened?

“What the hell happened, where is everyone” You muttered. The three men immediately turned to you 

“First of all language, second, your blood sugar dropped while we were in the whole hostage situation and you had a seizure” Kelly spoke

“What was it at?” You cried “29 was last I knew of” Jay picked his phone to see what your number were at now. “Atleast I got a new record” you dorsally celebrate. “I can see your humor hasn’t gone away” Herman laughed.

“Where’s Matt” Matt was usually with you after you had a low and you felt exhausted afterwards. “He’s on a call now everyone else should be back soon since it was something small”

“Can I have like pretzels or something I’m really hungry”You begged “you know the drill y/n you have to have something sweet that’s a drink or a snack.” Jay pointed out.  “well can I have Gatorade?” Gatorade was your all time favorite when you were low. “we’re out of Gatorade, since we didn’t go grocery shopping last week. But you can have apple juice” Kelly compromised“well not my favorite but I’ll take it”You shrugged 

Kelly walks over to the fridge and retrieves your juice and hands to you. “I almost just died can someone help me open this”

“First of all, don’t say that because of a Matt was around he would freak and yes we’ll help you open it.” Jay laughs as he takes the box from you.

“I’m gonna take a nap, I’m exhausted from today” You pulled the blanket you had on closer. “Wake me if someone brings me food,I love food”

“Yes princess Y/n”

Surprise y’all I posted, apologies for not posting last month. Now I can get onto requests and my other one shot that only need about 200 more words and it’ll post.

Thank you so much for read and I love y’all

-Lia

[gravelshoes]

The Magic of Tea

Day 2: Munnar

Inspired by the birdwatching tour Maude and I had enjoyed in Mararikulam, I woke up early again to try my luck. The hills were filled with mist and birdsong. No real sightings, but I didn’t have binoculars anyway. I watched an Indian squirrel (as big as a ferret) climb sneakily through the branches of trees. Not long after, Shajil found me (“bro!”), brought some tea, and let me sit up in the treehouse terrace while he prepared the room for guests who’d booked last night.

I ate a small breakfast that Sarath brought by motorbike, then reluctantly accepted his recommendation to tour an Ayurvedic spice farm nearby. I was skeptical: these are roadside attractions that I rarely enjoy and prefer to avoid. Inside (100r), I willed myself to not totally dismiss the experience as the eager tour guide walked us to different plants and rattled off name after name. Each plant offered a special health benefit: this one for arthritis, that for sinus, others for skin, thyroid, libido, diabetes, and on and on. The most important to Ayurveda are Brahmi (for the brain) and Ashwagandha (for the body). We both knew that I wasn’t interested, though, and I didn’t stay long. I did learn that bay leaves grow on the cinnamon tree, and that coffee trees have a fragrant white flower.

I had come to Munnar to see the tea estates.

Sarath brought me a little farther down the road to a roadside jeep safari business offering various tour packages. I balked (genuinely) at the price: 7,000r ($80). The man quickly reduced to 50 but the language gap stretched to a chasm as I haggled for better understanding as much as better price. I didn’t care about rope bridges, waterfalls, or zip lines. I just wanted to visit the gardens and to try the tea. Preferably not during the hottest part of the day. Sarath couldn’t understand my stubbornness, thought I was being stingy, and grew increasingly frustrated. I felt discouraged and was uncertain about exactly what I was purchasing. I felt trapped. The magic of travel was sputtering.

I had no real choice: I had neither a vehicle nor any idea of where to go. I thought about trying to make my way to town by bus, but it was nearly an hour drive to Munnar. Sarath didn’t like the idea and I didn’t either. I saw that I had to give up control and let the experience be. I agreed to the jeep safari package and snacked on a roadside knish while waiting for the driver.

A dark skinned old man chugged up in a diesel rag top and smiled wordlessly. Sarath gave some instructions and the old man nodded in understanding. Aside: India has three head nods: up and down for agreement, left to right for disagreement, and a wobbly side-to-side for acknowledgment or understanding, regardless of agreement. I could interpret the gestures, but understood nothing of what was being said. It was evident that the old man spoke no English.

Sarath said to call him if needed but I knew that service was poor. I stepped up and in, consciously placing my trust in the silent old man. He deftly shifted a tall rod to put us in gear, footing the clutch and sandal-stepping the pedals as we rasped and jostled toward some unknown destination. I held my breath and my camera and watched again the perfect madness of Indian traffic out the open window.

We arrived suddenly some time later. After a wild corner, the landscape was transformed from ruleless jungle to sculptured hedges of tea. This was my first time visiting a tea estate and the sight was incredible. Staggeringly tall cliffs protected rolling, endless, zen-garden-like rows of tea, darkly shadowed and vibrantly green. A narrow road scraped through the estate, following a vibrating and sinuous route as though it had been drawn on the map by an engineer practicing cursive while riding an Indian train car. I felt relief, joy, and gratitude for the return of the magic of travel.

We bumped along and I took in the views. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to tell him when to stop or if we were heading to a destination. When I couldn’t bear it any longer, I motioned to him and we pulled over. I stepped out and listened again to the birds, watched the wind blow through the bordering trees. Now I accepted the confusion of travel. I hoped the old man understood: this drive and sight alone was all I wanted. We had no words between us, but I shared my enjoyment openly. He seemed to recognize and respect my quiet appreciation of the place.

The tour went on through the acres and acres of tea. We stopped to observe the harvesters. They used metal garden shears with an attached hopper to trim the small tea trees one square foot at a time. I listened to the sshhhlep of blades like scissors cutting hair. The workers bundled the trimmings into a larger basket. “A basket. 1 cup? 2?” I gestured questioningly to the old man, wondering how much work goes into one cup of tea. He smiled without understanding. I felt my aloneness. More, the weight of the world between myself, a foreigner on a private tour, and the workers laboring in front me, watching me back.

The tour ended at a place regularly visited by elephants. I had opted to skip the other package offerings (eg, an over crowded and trash laden waterfall) but thought I’d stay for this one. We parked and waited to see. The old man motioned toward a street vendor selling chai. I watched as the vendor rinsed a cup from a bucket of water on the ground before filling it with bubbling orange masala tea, milk, and sugar. I hesitated and said “no, I can’t,” having had just one real meal since my bout with travelers diarrhea. But I quickly changed my mind, too charmed by the thought of the experience. The old man spoke to the vendor, asking to “make this one extra clean” (I hoped), and I watched as he spooned a pound of sugar into a glass, ladled in the milky broth, steeped and twice filtered in the tea (I asked for a strong cup), then high poured the concoction into a small kettle pot then back to the glass, three times to build a broth, before handing it over to me at arms length with a simple nod. As sweet and hot as a tea can be. Here was my cup.

The elephants never showed up for their drink, and we gave up as the sun went down. The drive back was breakneck, the old man seemingly hanging on himself as the jeep tugged us both stiffly forward. He whipped us along in the fading light, and I cheered him on when he threaded four, five, six inside corners, the jeep swaying on the axles, his arms wide on the wheel, hand catching the shifter and constantly alternating clutch and brake and gas in turn.

We reentered the tea gardens and he stopped abruptly and gestured for me to walk. I found a viewpoint a little ways on and watched from height and distance as some people departed a local bus and another jeep made its own way. The air was softly humid and had a warm color, as though the night itself had been infused with chai. Whatever the cause, it was a moment of magical realism made manifest.

[pteroducktyll]

FtM Hysto Recovery + Tips (Plus general tips for dealing with low/no spoons or recovering from any surgery)

I haven't been on Tumblr for years, but recently re-joined to check out art, as I start to work on getting my idea for a graphic novel off the ground (as well as getting serious about improving my art again). However, I'm hoping these first few posts get found by an entirely different audience. This is being written in 2023.

I'm going in for a laparoscopic hysterectomy on Thursday (today is Monday) and want to share my experience, as much as spoons will allow, so that other people can hopefully benefit in the future. I, personally, have struggled to find things online that fit my situation as a trans man with a history of pre-cancerous pap smears, abnormal bleeding, PID and ovarian cysts (but not PCOS). Although hysterectomies for "GRS" or gender affirming surgery purposes are easy to get where I live, mine in particular is primarily being done to avoid cancer and to stop the abnormal bleeding and random debilitating pain that comes out of nowhere every few years and upends my life for weeks/months. So if you're someone facing the prospect of a laparoscopic hysterectomy, regardless of your gender identity, and have a history of medical issues (but not PCOS or endometriosis) in your reproductive region, this blog may help you! Or, alternatively, if you're a trans man looking to get a laparoscopic hysterectomy, whether or not you've had issues in that region, this might help you, too!

It should be noted that this is written from the perspective of someone in their 30s with a complicated medical history, including Type 2 Diabetes and a very rare kidney disease (which has an average life expectancy of 29 years for men, but we aren't sure how it affects trans men), so the pre-surgery process I've been through is not the typical one. I also have chronic pain and know from my past experiences with very severe pain that a) I have a low tolerance for any pain beyond what I deal with day-to-day and b) I have a high tolerance for opiate pain medication, which means it takes a higher dose for me to address the level of pain that a lower dose would address in someone else. These both affect the length of time that I'll likely need to be on painkillers, and how functional I'll be while I'm on them. This, in turn, affects how quickly I'll be able to do things like return to work and driving.

I should also note that although it's common in some places for this surgery to be completed as day surgery, my jurisdiction almost always keeps people in overnight; this is because it takes almost 24 hours for the anesthetic to work its way out of your system, and until it does they won't have a true indication of your pain levels and, therefore, won't be able to make sure it's adequately controlled before sending you home. It's much easier (in my experience, and according to the doctors!) to stop you from having pain in the first place than to get it under control once you do.

Also, I live with my partner and a roommate, and my retired parents are about 90 minutes away and have a guest room. My support network isn't huge, but it's high quality. My partner managed to get 3 days off work for my surgery and the 2 days following, and after that is on a light workload for about a week in case she needs to take care of me. She also has a lot of flexibility with her job, and her boss really likes me, so if there are complications or she needs to spend more time at home to look after me, I don't think it's completely out of the question. All of this is to say that I'm going into this surgery from a very privileged place, in terms of not having to do much to look after myself in the aftermath. My surgeon did advise me, however, to take 1 week (for sure) off work if I could, and that I may need a second week. My work consists of two research jobs that draw heavily on my brain power, but don't require me to move around at all, especially as I work from home, so the issue is the painkillers, rather than actual healing time. Other jobs will require different amounts of time off work.

Because I'm neurodivergent and like to have as many details as possible about ... literally everything, I'm going to make this as detailed as I can. Essentially, I'm hoping to share everything I know and experience without leaving anything out. If it's too much detail for you, I'm going to be doing my best to include useful headers.

Notification of Surgery & Lead-up

I received notice about my surgery just over a month before my surgery date; it was around June 26th that I was emailed and told my surgery would be on August 3rd. I had previously met my surgeon in January, and was told it would be a 6-8 month wait until surgery. Between that appointment and being given my surgery date, I'd had bloodwork done, as well as an internal ultrasound. I've had several internal ultrasounds before and while they are far from pleasant, they are not as dysphoria-inducing for me as they are for other trans men, I'm sure. I am more physically uncomfortable during them than mentally/spiritually uncomfortable.

In the notification email, my surgeon sent additional attachments; about 200 pages of information from a) their office specifically and b) the health authority [one document about hysterectomies, one document about recovering from surgery in general]. These documents answered most of my questions, and also had instructions about fasting, pre-surgery instructions (there's a special sponge I have to buy and use the night before surgery and the morning of surgery) and recovery information. The documents were very generic, and because they came from different sources, the information was sometimes contradictory. I, personally, took the information on board in this order of trustworthiness:

Things my surgeon had said in-person during my consultation appointment in January

Things included in the information from my surgeon's office directly

Things included in the documents from the health authority

If there were contradictions that seemed extremely important (e.g. one document said to wash everything my face with the special sponges, while another said, in all caps, to absolutely NOT wash my head or face with the sponges), I followed-up with the surgeon's office or the most appropriate person (e.g. pharmacist).

Pre-surgery Appointments

Because of my medical history (diabetes and Alport's Syndrome), I had an extra step in here. My surgeon required me to have a consultation with my internal medicine doctor's clinic (but not with my specialist) to get the all-clear and make sure my risk level wasn't too high. This doctor made some assumptions about the medications I'm taking, which led him to think I had both diabetes and a heart condition, which would have put me in a much higher risk category. Because of that, he ordered extra bloodwork, and an ECG, and booked a follow-up with me for a few days later. That initial appointment with him ended on the assumption that the surgery likely would be postponed. However, the bloodwork and ECG all came back fine, and at the follow-up he gave me the all-clear and said my risk wasn't very high at all.

I had a few other pre-surgery appointments.

One was with the surgeon. In my case, the doctor actually doing my surgery is a resident colleague of the surgeon I initially consulted with. Now that I had a specific date for the surgery, and my life situation had changed a bit since the consultation (e.g. work), I asked to meet with the surgeon to ask questions that had come up since the initial consultation, and so that I could meet the person who would be cutting into me and make sure I was comfortable with her. She answered all my questions really well, and it turned out I was more comfortable with her than the original surgeon. This was a quick 5-10 minute talk, but I highly recommend asking for it, even if your surgeon hasn't changed. You'll have another chance to talk to your surgery just before being wheeled into the OR, but you'll be nervous and may be medicated by then, and it's just nice to have this conversation ahead of time and in an environment where you can look at a list of questions you've written down, and actually pay attention to the answers.

The hospital required another two appointments before surgery:

The pharmacist

About a week before my surgery, the pharmacist called for 5-10 minutes to discuss my current medications, supplements, vitamins and holistic medicines (if I were taking any) and to find out what time of day I take them at. Easy peasy.

2. The anesthetist

Exactly a week before my surgery, the anesthetist called to discuss the operation itself and the anesthetic. I'm not sure if the doctor I talked to will be the anesthetist who is actually in the room with me, or if it was just her job that particular day to call and get the information that will get passed onto the one who will be in the room. She was very nice, and explained the method of anesthesia, as well as how I'll likely feel when I wake up, etc. She also saw on my chart that I have a history of chronic pain, and zeroed in on my back and shoulder. She asked if there are any positions that make me more comfortable, and then explained the position I'd be in for my surgery -- tipped back toward my head -- and that this sometimes gives people back and shoulder pain even if they don't have any to begin with. She said my arms would be alongside my body, fairly tight to it, and I said that would be fine. I practiced laying them beside my body later that day and promptly discovered that's actually pretty painful for one arm, but I'll mention that when I get there and hope for the best! If I was having the conversation again, I'd answer by saying I wasn't sure how that would feel but that I'd practice it before the surgery day to see, and then ask who I could talk to if it turned out there's a better position or if that one wouldn't work. Ultimately though, the surgery should be 1.5 hours to 4 hours at most, so I'm not overly concerned. What you should take away from this if you're having this surgery and don't already have back/shoulder pain is that you might wake up with some, but that it should go away in a day or maybe a little less. This type of surgery also requires the surgeon to inflate your belly with gas in order to make room for the scopes and so that they can see what they're doing. That gas can stick around for a day, sometimes two, according to the anesthetist and can be a little bit painful or uncomfortable. I can't remember anything else that came out of this conversation.

In terms of pre-surgery appointments, that was it.

Tips and Tricks for Being Prepared

The next little bit is information I acquired through talking to my therapist (who's had several laparoscopic surgeries!) and many hours of research online, as well as living as a person who often has few spoons.

Get your first 1-2 weeks of meals planned and ready in advance. For me, this means I've picked up a large number of cans of Alphaghetti-type foods, and I'll be buying as many frozen meals as I can but have VERY little freezer room because my partner and I share with our tenant. Other options include things like HelloFresh, identifying nights when it will be easier for your partner if you order food in (if you can afford to), making big batches of food leading up to surgery while you're well and then freezing them, creating a list of meals you'd appreciate friends bringing over [remind them to bring them in disposable containers, so you don't have to feel guilty when it takes you weeks to get the containers back to them!], etc

Buy some Depends/adult diapers. I bought store brand (Life brand, specifically, which is Canadian) ones. The only ones I could get were maximum absorbency unless I wanted to pay twice the price for name brand ones, but I suspect I could do with a minimum absorbency one. I bought the underwear-style ones. In the store brand, they don't look very underwear-like at all, but if you have more money to spend, some of the name brand ones look convincingly like underwear! I also bought 'Unisex' ones, but would have bought womens if the unisex ones weren't an option; I suspect the mens' might have a built-in bulge area that would be awkward for me. The point of the adult diapers is that their 'waistband' is not a traditional waistband -- it's about 8" tall, very thin, and crinkle-cut so that it doesn't put pressure on your skin. This will stop you from having clothing pushing on your incision sites. BONUS is that they ARE absorbent, so you won't have to also wear pads to deal with discharge (which can, apparently, last for 6 weeks). Try the Depends on for a day a few days before surgery. Yes, it will be awkward and you'll feel silly. I am literally sitting in bed, with nothing wrong with me, wearing nothing but an adult diaper and a tee shirt while my partner's at work. But this has 2 purposes: 1) chances are you haven't worn these before, and you want to make sure you've got the most comfortable ones you can in terms of fit and style; 2) if you've worn them once already, it'll be familiar when you go to put it on when you're ready to leave the hospital; you'll know which side is the back and which side is the front, and the 'weirdness' of wearing them will be less unsettling. You're going to have other weird stuff going on, this doesn't have to be yet another weird thing happening!

If you live alone or your partner doesn't (or can't) change the sheets, layer sheets on the bed. That's right, layer your mattress with bottom sheets. That way, you can peel the top one off and have a cleaner sheet beneath it. It won't be the same as being able to sleep on a fresh, clean sheet straight out of the cupboard or dryer, but it's going to be better than the one you've slept, sweat or, universe forbid, bled on.

Get a LEAKPROOF (truly) travel mug with a handle. After surgery you'll have maybe one comfortable position to lay in. You're not going to want to get out of that position to retrieve your water, but you're also going to need to be drinking a lot of water (it helps you recover, and also helps get your bowels moving again). Being able to lose your water in the bed is a luxury, but a necessary one. I got mine at Winners for pretty cheap.

Get a nightie or onesie. I usually sleep naked. I don't really own pyjamas -- when I need to cover up to sleep (like when I visit friends or travel), I throw on a pair of joggers, or boxer briefs. But those both have waistbands and, remember, we're trying to avoid waistbands. I ordered a sleep shirt from Oodie, which was on sale, but still expensive (I paid around $60, including 1-2 business day shipping because I didn't think of it until the last minute), as well as a halloween one-sie from Old Navy that's apparently leftover from last year's halloween stock. I'm expecting the onesie to be way too hot, but I need something I can wear out in public in case I have to get groceries, or pick something up at the pharmacy, or stand outside because the building's burning, without exposing myself. I also borrowed a robe to go over the sleep shirt when I leave the hospital.

Have whoever's picking you up bring 2 pillows. One goes between your abdomen and the seatbelt, and you sit on the other one.

Have whoever's picking you up bring fast food. When you leave the hospital you're going to either be ravenously hungry or feel like you never want to eat again. Either way, fast food is going to be the one thing you didn't realize you needed so badly in your life until that moment. Your body's going to be craving carbs and fat, and fat is also what's going to help your pain pills kick in.

Have ice cream, chips or other junk food on hand. This is mostly so that you have something to eat when you take your pain pills. Fatty foods help opiates work faster; as someone who takes them several times a month for chronic pain, I've sometimes noticed a difference of -hours- between taking them with fatty foods and taking them on their own.

Get a walking aid. We use our abdomens for everything. If you don't already have something like a cane, pick one up. Keep the receipt though; if you don't end up using it, you can usually take them back. With that said, my therapist said it's at about the 2 week mark when you feel like you actually need one. If you don't have a cane but you have walking/hiking sticks, dig them out and keep them handy.

Grab some baby wipes. You can get laparoscopic incisions wet, but that doesn't mean you're going to feel like you have the energy or endurance to shower right away. You're still going to want to keep your pits and bits clean.

If you take daily medications, organize them in a pill organizer. Things can get confusing when you're on painkillers, or when a partner is dishing out your meds. You know exactly how many you take, and how often, so the best way to approach this is to get a pill organizer and get all your doses for a week ready before your surgery. Monday AM, Monday PM, Tuesday AM, Tuesday PM, that kind of thing. There's nothing worse than being on painkillers and trying to remember if you've already taken That Very Important Medication You Can't Miss or not. Or, worse, not even realizing you've missed something that can give you withdrawal symptoms, and suddenly waking up a few days after surgery feeling worse than you've ever felt in your life and wondering if you need to go to the ER, only to have it turn out that you missed your meds.

Buy something for yourself that you can look forward to. I bought a video game that I've wanted for a couple of years that was finally on sale. I haven't touched it, and won't until sometime after surgery when I feel up to it. Giving yourself a little reward when you're going through something hard is always nice.

If you're diabetic...take a minute before your surgery to remind your partner/anyone you live with/anyone who's going to be looking after you about how and when to check your blood sugars, what numbers are abnormal for you, and what to do about them. Being ill or recovering from a surgery can really throw your diabetes out of whack, even if it's well-controlled beforehand, and recovering from surgery might make you feel a lot of the same symptoms you'd feel from a hypo/hyper or DKA, so make sure you (or someone else) test your sugars regularly and have things on hand to deal with abnormal or worrying results.

Take your phone everywhere. Painkillers (and pain) can make us unsteady. As someone who's taken a fall and had to wait hours for my partner to wake up and find me and help me back to my feet (and then bed), I don't recommend it.

These are the things I know about pre-surgery, but I'll try to update...eventually if I learn anything new post-surgery.

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NSB (Straud Legacy) Gen 9

Today's (8/5/2024) Episode: Life Back on Track

Luigi and Noemi’s shopping trip boosted their confidence, but they still had to go out into the world and face the challenges of their new age stage.

For Luigi that began at home with learning to manage his diabetes. First, Noemi helped him purge the fridge. Everything that didn’t fit his new dietary restrictions had to go! It hurt to throw some of his favorite treats into to the trash, but not as much as it could hurt if they tempted him to ill health.

Next, after some research online he purchased a discreet glucose monitor that delivered real time data straight to his phone. When the app alerted him that his sugar levels were too high, he had insulin on hand to help get things back on track. Both he and Noemi learned how to administer the injections but mostly Luigi preferred to do it on his own, in private.

Luigi wasn’t the only one experimenting with new ways to get his daily nourishment. Now that he could sit up, Skye seemed to like nothing better than tasting a wide variety of interesting new textures and flavors form his highchair, just as grandpa Peachy had predicted.

Luigi had been sad his father had passed on before he could show his grandbaby the world of tasty delights, but unlike Jack Peachy had no qualms about coming around for regular visitations. With a hearty laugh the ghostly specter proclaimed, “these translucent fingers can hold a spoon just as well, thank you very much!” before happily plopping his grandbaby in his new favorite spot for a little culinary bonding time.

Luigi got in a little grandfatherly bonding time of his own when Great Grandpa Don popped online to chat while they played Party Frenzy.

His ancestor could sympathize with Luigi’s health struggles, remembering how devastating it had felt when he was first diagnosed with asthma. His personal success with adjusting his lifestyle to suit the demands of his new condition gave Luigi hope he could do the same.

With his reminder to stay active Luigi and Noemi began to fulfill that promise they’d made to each other to get back into a regular fitness routine. Their island home was perfect for outdoor activity most of the time and a run on the beach was a great way to have fun and stay fit!

Luigi’s big adjustments at home made it easier to continue racking up success at work. With his diabetes under control, he was able to quickly knock off his regular daily tasks with time left over to continue his “special project” of revamping the teams website.

His long-standing appreciation of art combined with some research online about current graphic design trends helped him to modernize the site’s backgrounds and fonts. His bosses loved the fresh new look and showered him with praise for a job well done.

Luigi was excited to receive his first endorsement deal since the great video he’d made with his father. When his brother Kian called for some advice “getting out there”, he decided to stick to the winning family-oriented formula and invite his siblings to join him for the filming.

While his drone Yoshi circled the dance floor, the boys (and Kian’s friend) recorded some great dance scenes and a bunch of slice-of-life banter.

Capturing more scenes of the neighborhood before and after, Luigi had a lot of footage to edit into a compelling lifestyle piece promoting clubs like The Narwhal Arms. He worked hard late into the night to craft something with just the right vibe, smiling when Kian thanked him for the great time.

From the way the final product was coming together he was sure the sponsors would be just as happy!

Noemi didn’t find herself having nearly as much fun and success as her fiancée with the start of her own career.

When it became apparent that therapy alone wasn’t going to make her feel comfortable dealing with all the social stresses of working in an office, she scheduled a follow-up appointment with the psychiatrist and agreed to give medication a try.

She was not fond of the side effects, but she hoped the meds would make a positive difference to her work performance.

Noemi also took advantage of the natural stress relief of spending time with her favorite people, and her favorite four-legged friends.

Little Roach’s long face always brought her a smile. Some might find his wandering through the house at all hours odd, but it comforted her to have him always so nearby.

Luigi also did his part to brighten his fiancée’s day. One particularly steamy dream even inspired him to show her all the fun tricks that he learned from his crazy ex teammate so long ago. He had been hurt by Jade’s dismissal then, but he was comforted by the knowledge that it had ultimately led him to a partner who really appreciated him.

Of course, the couple also spent plenty of time with their son, even if Grandma Valentina perhaps did more than her fair share of the baby care.

Luigi never had warmed to fatherhood like his papa. He continued to find the daily tasks of caring for an infant nauseating, tedious, and often confusing – what did he WANT!? When Skye learned to babble it helped, but Luigi would never say parenting was his favorite activity.

However, when Skye learned to “dance”… that was a joyous day indeed! As the 4 sims celebrated with an impromptu dance party in the living room Luigi reflected on how glad he was that things seemed to be getting back on track. He hoped to enjoy more of the same in the days to come.

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I said I was gonna explain their monstersonas later and now here we are!! My wife and I talked about this for a long time so I have a lot to say lmaooo

I'm gonna start with my OCs and we'll build from there!

I'm so sorry this took like three months, not that anyone cares or is gonna actually read this lmfao

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OCs

Cody Lyall is a Vampire.

He was turned as a kid by someone paid by his father, to deal with some autoimmune issues. This fast tracked his parents separation, and he ended up living permanently with his mom, Mary, and his baby sister, Magdelane. He's a fledgling vampire for most of his childhood, consuming human blood for the first time not long after his 11th birthday. His mom immediately picked up the family and moved them to South Park, a weird place where even weirder things happen.

Magdelane Barnes is a Human.

As Cody's younger sister, she's lived most of her life under his wing. He's incredibly protective over the people he considers to be in his coven, and she definitely falls into that category. As someone both younger and weaker than him, he feels an intense need to protect her and take care of her, and that's especially reflected in their relationship. She relies on him quite a lot, and he lets her. A good, kind person, if a little bit spoiled by her older brother. Loves making friends and talking to people, but easily swayed to do one thing or another to make someone happy. Picks up with the goths very quickly after they move into town because of Karen.

Mary Barnes is a Human.

She loves her kids more than she loves life itself. She has two ex boyfriends: James, the biological father to both of her kids and the one who got Cody turned, and then Tim, the kids' acting father figure for most of their childhoods who was also Cody's first human meal. Is not planning to attempt 'third time's the charm', for both her and her children's safety and sanity. Instead she moves to a tiny town where she can keep them safe and under the radar.

Main Group

Eric Cartman is a Half Siren.

His mother is a Siren. He is fairly shiny with scattered scales and he uses his charismatic speech to get his way quite often. Cody doesn't like him very much because he can sense the sway that Cartman has over others and it bothers him immensely. He could fully practice his own hypnosis/control magic but instead he uses it to build up walls in his mind. It helps against people like Cartman.

Stan Marsh is a Gargoyle.

Gets it from his dad's side, like his alcoholism. Stone hard skin but normal insides. Chips off in rocks. Can't be turned to stone by Gorgon Wendy, can't be eaten/hurt by Vampire Kyle. Best of both worlds, worst for his closeted bisexual ass.

Kyle Broflovski is a Vampire Uncanny.

Kyle is an uncanny first and a vampire second! An Uncanny is a form of spirit that's never been human. They float around in the in-between of the worlds looking for hosts, and take up the bodies of freshly deceased babies. They live out lives in the bodies, and then when they die they return to the in-between and forget the memories or their life. That's exactly what happened to Kyle as a baby. He was a sickly, colicky baby and passed away from something like SIDs. His little form was taken over by an uncanny and it starts its cycle. But Kyle's body is still sickly, he still has diabetes and is constantly struggling with other immune issues. His mother takes him to a nearby vampire coven as a 'homeopathic remedy'. He was turned, and no longer sickly. Still has diabetes, though.

Kenny McCormick is a Demon.

Instead of his parents offering his body to Cthulhu, they offered him to a demon as a vessel. It worked, but only kind of. He has demonic features and powers, but the demon has no control over his body. It just eggs him on within his conscious. Like someone who wants the worst for you streamed directly into your head and it has thoughts of its own. He copes with it in his own way (barely veiled lack of self control). It's a gluttony demon btw.

Leopold Stotch is a Vampire.

He canonically got turned into a vampire during the episodes! I'm standing by my decision on this one. He also stays a fledgling vampire because he doesn't want to hurt any people. Never actually inherits his full set of vampire powers, which means no immortality or fun hypnosis power but he still heals and has super senses and strength/speed. He subsists off of animal blood instead. While not an ideal solution, it makes him feel better than hurting others!

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I'm not gonna lie this is starting to feel a bit long! I think I'll add the other characters later!

Craig's group

The Goths

The Girls

Also the Uncanny stuff is something made up by my lovely wife,

@insert-username-here566!! We fleshed out a lot of this AU together.