#diabetes impact

[wellhealthhub]

Delving into the Enigmatic Landscape of Diabetes: An Extensive Journey of Exploration and Understanding

In this profound and all-encompassing discourse, we embark on a comprehensive exploration of the intricate and multifaceted realm of diabetes, a formidable medical ailment that casts its shadow over multitudes worldwide. Our mission transcends mere dissemination of information; it is an earnest endeavor to arm you, esteemed reader, with a trove of indispensable wisdom concerning diabetes –…

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Cruel and Unusual Punishments (the PSA episode).

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[xiaq]

Listening to NPR has been a bit of safe haven the last several weeks because like, sure batshit scary things are happening, but at least there are credentialed, knowledgeable people speaking reasonably about those batshit scary things.

Except today as I was on my way to the gym, I listened to a segment where NPR was reporting on the fact that Trump is attempting to remove funding to/shut down NPR (and PBS) and I was like. Ah. Of course. I should have suspected this.

[annieisyourfavourite]

guys if i'm being so real. being diabetic IS having an eating disorder. like, there is no way of being diabetic that does not include disordered eating. and that's not even counting the diabetes-specific eating disorders that we have names for, like diabetic bulimia. like i feel like there should be a name for the relationship between the diabetic, the food that they eat, and the body they put it in. but right now we just call it "diabetes" and it's just a washed over part of the process of being alive with this shit

[nomelwelloy]

Child takes a miscalculated step back and he tumbles down the stairs; this the end, he thinks, imagining his body folding against the steps, his head collapsing in when he hits the landing-

-but Zhongli catches him, solid arms secured around his body, his golden gaze bearing down upon Childe. They are bright with relief and a hint of amusement.

Childe takes a small gasp, the breath knocked out of his lungs. Fallen right into the hands of a god, he thinks, his face growing red.

Childe thinks he’s really gone to heaven now, when Zhongli curls his fingers into his hair, righting him by his waist as he pulls him closer for a slow, sweet kiss, his hand never stopping their soothing ministrations. Childe melts, letting go as he irresistibly sinks into the embrace. The thought of almost breaking his neck just moments ago is swiftly forgotten.

"Careful, my love," Zhongli’s tone mirrors the glint in his eyes. "Watch where you step,"

Childe nods, unable to comprehend anything. The cliche, his clumsiness- it makes him blush once more. "Thanks," he mumbles, his legs still feeling a little too weak to support his weight, and he lets Zhongli help him to the nearest chair.

[mm-lurking]

Die for you (Wriothesley)

Originally written for a friend, modified to suit readers. Wriothesley x fem! reader, no warnings needed, just pure fluff and diabetes I guess (Wriothesley + tension = best combo) Word count: 1379 --- I’m finding ways to articulate the feelin’ I’m going through

He knows she’s watching him. He can see it from the corner of his eyes. The Duke is perceptive after all, he is able to observe his surroundings easily. Why is it that any room he steps into, he looks for her first? Why is it when he scans the crowd he wants to see her figure?

I just can’t say I don’t love you

She watches him from a distance, afraid to get close and let her feelings slip. Clamy hands, flushed face, increased heartrate…she is no fool, she knows she’s fallen for him.

Cause I love you

He straightens his tie and clears his throat, not to the words coming out of the Pankraton ring’s manager’s mouth, but because he’s starting to feel like he’s suffocating from her eyes on him. He wants her attention, he wants her gaze yet he cannot handle it well.

It’s hard for me to communicate the thoughts that I hold

How many times has he tried to say something to her but only fail miserably? He has lost count about the amount of times he has nearly blurted out how he feels and covered it up with some nonsense that somehow sounded convincing to her.

But tonight I am gon’ let you know

How long is he going to continue hiding it from her? It's been weeks, months even. Why was he so afraid of letting her know? It's not like he was going to perish if she rejected him. He manages to finish his conversation with the manager and turns in her direction finally, only to see her gone. She left...

Let me tell the truth

He calls her to his office that night. And to his surprise she doesn't refuse, nor does she question it. He had asked a guard to forward his request to her in the dormitories and she sent back a message saying she agreed. Frankly, he wasn't sure if this was the right way to do this but he didn't what else to do. He needed an answer from her in the privacy of his office just in case things didn't go the way he wanted.

You know what I'm thinkin' see it in your eyes

The office door closes behind her and silence falls. She can hear the soft music of the gramophone playing and the rustling of papers but aside from that it is dead silent. The sudden change of atmosphere from the noisy machines outside makes her nervous and all the physical signs of her feelings rush back into her body. Slowly she walks up the stairs and finally faces him, the very man that's been playing with her heart. Neither knows that the moment they make eye contact, their heart rates shoot up beyond understanding.

You hate that you want me, hate it when you cry, you're scared to be lonely, specially in the night

It is for the first time she notices that he is breathing more heavily than usual. His face is flushed and he pulls on his tie continuously, fidgeting with it. Neither have broken eye contact yet.  These signs..., she thinks to herself, is he...? Does he feel the same way I do? Her eyes widen and she tightly clasps her hands. No...no way...

I'm scared I will miss you, happens everytime, I don't want this feeling, I can't afford love

He finally looks away and clears his throat. What should he say? What can he say? He pretends to look through a document and audibly mumbles a hi. She greets him back in a shy manner and silence falls once more. Unable to handle the fast beating of her heart she attempts small talk.

“So you wanted to see me?”

I try to find reason to pull us apart

“Yeah regarding your jail release papers.”

Lies. That was not why he wanted to see her. Here he was, avoiding the topic once again, just as he had been for the past few months. The woman curiously looks at him and tilts her head.

“Your Grace my sentence is not complete for another twenty years…I killed my friend’s perpetrator, remember?”

“Oh.” 

Of course, how could he forget? When he had first seen her papers he was immediately fascinated at the willpower she had exercised to commit such an act. A lifetime of jail and yet she chose to go this far. Somehow it reminded him of his own story…

It ain’t workin’ ‘cause you’re perfect and I know that you’re worth it

He slams the document down on the table and she flinches. He was upset at himself, frustrated at himself for being so stupid and silly. Why was he behaving like this? How hard was it to say three words?! 

“Y-your Grace…?”

He realises she was still in front of him and gets up to apologise. She watches him press the temples of his head before sighing.

“Forgive me, I just- this doesn’t have anything to do with you.”

She nods but her eyes are still wide. Something is off about him, she notes. I think he likes me but this is just…unexpected.

I can’t walk away, oh

“You.”

He walks around his table and finally stands in front of her. His heart is racing and his face is flushed again but he pushes through. She watches him, observing all his features, his large muscular biceps, the way his chest heaves up and down, the way his shirt is so tight that one button is all it would take to pop it off…she observes everything except his eyes. She can’t look into them no matter how hard she tries.

“There is something I would like you to know.”

He continues slowly. She blinks and he takes it as a sign to continue.

Even though we’re goin’ through it and it makes you feel alone, just know that I would die for you.

“I, I like you.”

He slowly says, exhaling with each other almost as if making sure he’s saying it correctly. She takes a step back out of shock and stares at him, her heart rate absolutely out of this world and her face so red even a tomato would be put to shame. His fists are balled up, afraid of rejection and afraid to know her reaction. The anxiety that races through him is one he has never felt. A few moments of silence follows as he waits for her answer.

Baby I would die for you, yeah

“I…I like you to your Grace…”

She shyly says while fidgeting with her fingers. She stares at the ground and her hair forms a curtain preventing her face from being seen. It’s a good thing he cannot see the cheeky smile she has on her face which has formed from amusement and disbelief. He stares at her in shock, not believing the words coming out her mouth.

The distance and the time between us, it’ll never change my mind ‘cause 

“You like me too?”

He asks her wanting to make sure he’s hearing it right, that this isn’t some hallucination of his from the twenty cups of tea he drinks. She stands tall and finally looks into his eyes with conviction.

“I like you. Very much.”

Baby I would die for you

“Well its a good thing we both feel the same way.”

He chuckles and smirks, the anxiety and nervousness vanishing as if it was never there in the first place. She smiles at how he returns to his normal self.

“So what are we?”

“Feelers.”

“Your Grace!”

“Call me Wriothesley, that title sounds too formal coming from you.”

“As you wish…Wriothesley.”

They both chuckle and she takes a step closer. He looks at her in confusion, unsure what she was planning. She tilts her head upwards and tiptoes causing his lips to almost touch hers. They both look at each other for a moment before letting go of the hesitation. He finds his arms snake around her waist automatically and hers wrapping around his neck. In the privacy of the office, no one would interrupt their kiss.

Baby I would die for you, yeah.

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[azalen-draws]

Saw this precious redesign and I immediately got hit to make a drawing for Nahida's birthday

Made by [insertnamehere] on the clock app, it's super cute! I wanna kiss her little forehead *cries*

Damn, those pixels lmao, ooooh, and [Insertnamehere] didn't do it, but I gave her light green eyelashes! I don't like using pure white so I just lightened the green on her hair

(I feel like I made her forehead mole too big 🚶🏽)

[arionaleilani]

decided to make a list of all my diagnosed issues and like fucking. god damn. how am i just living day to day.

[ace-and-ranty]

"Barron’s was a useful, not brilliant or trail-breaking study (...). The sole importance of Barron’s article in the history of medicine is that Fred Banting happened to read it."

Ohhhh that gave me a little bit of a thrill.

[honorary-fool]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

insulin pumps with tubing (1 / 2 / diagram)

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

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

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

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

Misc. HCs

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

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

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

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

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

[shubhragoyal]

Managing diabetes during pregnancy with insulin is crucial to ensure the health of both the mother and the baby. Proper insulin therapy can help control blood sugar levels and reduce the risk of complications, such as premature birth and birth defects.

Read More: https://www.drshubhragoyal.com/welcome/blogs/diabetes-management-during-pregnancy-with-insulin

[imperial-nuisance-rudje]

One of these days I'm going to actually revisit my idea for an essay analyzing Zenos

Maybe once I actually have access to like. Medicine.

[alexythimya]

i actually do think it's interesting how there's so much that is very standard to not really conceptualize as a disability but that is

[nomelwelloy]

Childe watching Zhongli from his window upstairs, head in his hand, elbow resting on the sill, his gaze goes wherever the consultant walks- the flower shop, the bakery, down the street past the fountain. To his dismay, Zhongli disappears from view when he strays into a stationery store, but only momentarily, before reappearing with a small paper bag in hand.

Childe watches Zhongli stroll leisurely down the street, taking in the pastel buildings, meandering waterways and lush flower-sprinkled shrubbery.

Zhongli remains unbeknownst to Childe's eyes. His steps are unhurried and relaxed.

A smile tugs on the corner of Childe's lips, taking in the sight of his lover making his way back to their accommodation with flowers, breakfast and a quaint package in his arms, like he would on occasional weekends back in Liyue. His smile widens till it hurt, and he presses his face into his hand as his gaze seems to blur. He quickly blinks, clearing his vision to catch the last of Zhongli disappearing into their building lobby.

Zhongli appears not long after. A fond expression graces his features at the sight of Childe coming up to greet him. "You're awake," Zhongli kisses his forehead. He runs a gloved hand over his bare shoulder, lips chasing after with another kiss to his skin.

"You've been busy," Childe returns the smile, setting aside the flowers and bakes. "What have you got there?" he peers into the paper bag and retrieves a copy of Fables de Fontaine.

"If you're not busy today, I was thinking we could read this together." Zhongli sheds his coat and gloves with an air of elegance that makes Childe's heart flutter, with envy and admiration all at once.

They put aside the flowers in a vase and take their time with breakfast, before squeezing onto the settee by the window. They make it one-third into the book, but Childe eventually doses off, head resting in the crook of Zhongli's neck.

It is a slow, lazy day in Fontaine- a rare one amidst Childe's hectic schedule. They take their time drifting through the hours as Childe basks in the attention of his lover, soaking up every second and leaving none to waste.

[beingjellybeans]

The Hidden Costs of Diabetes: Financial and Mental Health Struggles in the Philippines

Imagine waking up every day knowing that managing your health will come at a cost—not just physically, but emotionally and financially as well. For many Filipinos living with type 2 diabetes, this is the reality. A recent survey by Sun Life Asia sheds light on the profound impact of this chronic condition, uncovering an urgent need for better awareness, prevention, and access to care. The Heavy…