#medical bill tw

[gabbagepatch]

My insurance just informed me I owe a total of $4,000 for a six hour ER visit. I guess next time I have an emergency I'll just die.

[jellyskink]

Does Bill ever hide Ford’s meds from him? :(

No, he just tells him not to take them. Ford listens, even if he's sick or in pain. He isn't on any regular medications (he should be,) but if he annoys Bill while he's recovering from something, Bill will often order him to stop the treatment he was sent home with. This has proven to be a consistent difficulty for Dr. Oleander

[breezy-cheezy]

WHUMPTOBER 22: Vehicular accident

Yes I’m still doing these. Slowly but surely, at least the ones I had distinct ideas for. Anyway! Deuce got in a blastcycle accident, Epel was on the phone with him when it happened. They were about to meet up for something for fall break or something….im sure they didn’t plan this. Ofc Epel called fantasy 911 first, but then…

He’s on the phone with Rook because as CRAZY AS HE IS, mans knows how to handle emergencies. Also look at his dumb picture please lmao

Please don’t tag with ship tags, thanks!!

[onlytiktoks]

[lapisdragon01]

My kitten, Calcifer, had to be put down. He was completely healthy and happy, until he very suddenly started having a breathing problem at around 5:30 pm on Friday. He had some kind of a birth defect that went entirely unnoticed in his lungs- one that even the doctor told us there was no way for us to have known about. All of his vitals were fine, aside from the problem with his lungs. There were a ton of air pockets, and one of them ruptured. The prognosis was not good, and we were forced to put him down last night. He would have been 4 months old as of Wednesday, the 6th of November. Unfortunately, we just don't have to money to pay off all of the bills we racked up from the emergency vet. It totaled to just under $5,000. My mom and I are roommates, and we raised Calcifer from the literal day he was born. Neither of us work very high paying jobs, and we already struggle with paying rent each month, so we could really use the help with Calcifer's medical bills.

[sashannarcycanon]

SCALENE & EUCLID

headcanons (part two?)

-Bill inherited his humor and leadership skills from Euclid. He also inherited his temper and his lack of self control.

-Bill inherited his instrumental skills from Scalene. He also inherited her "God Complex" (Let's just say Scalene thinks very HIGHLY of herself) and lack of self-awareness.

-As Bill got older, Euclid and Scalene start getting annoyed when he told them he thinks the doctors/optemerists are trying to do something to him. They're like "Bill, you're getting older. You need to stop being afraid of the doctors. Other people your age don't act like this."

-They spoil Bill a bit too much. Especially when he's sad or angry about something.

-Scalene loved making lullabies for Bill when he was a baby, whether it was a parody or an original one. He can't remember the lyrics now but he can remember the tune.

-Euclid loves taking Bill out to parks and playgrounds and just playing with him in general. Even in public as the mayor of Euclydia.

-When Bill cries after an appointment with the doctors/optometrists (especially when he was a child) they would take him to a restaurant or to the mall. Spoiler alert: It doesn't work. Does he stop crying? Yes. Is he still traumatized from the medical malpractices? Also yes.

-The reason they wanna "get rid" of Bill's mutation is not only because it might risk their reputation but also people could bully him alot and it would hurt them to see their son getting that treatment.

-The last thing they saw before they died was Bill reaching for them as they were burning.

-They really do love him, with all their hearts. They never wanted a normal child, they just wanted their child to have a normal life. It wasn't Bill's fault he has that strange eye, after all.

[ursachaotic]

WHY DID YOU DO IT? 👁 R QFHG DZMGVW GSVN GL FMWVIHGZMW

Haven't done a finished piece in a bit and it's not perfect, but I'm pretty happy with it! But yeah I wanted to make Bill angst except I didn't expect it to actually make me cry lmao 🥲

[dumb-butt-with-a-sword]

Toxic yaoi except it isn't fun. It's just sad.

Click for better quality. If you want to.

[lolitacodes]

hello everyone, today I come to you with something a bit different. on Wed, October 30th, my cat of 13 years, Robyn, had to undergo surgery to fix his blocked bladder. they quickly found that he had bladder stones and required something known as a perineal urethrostomy (PU), which is a surgery that more or less transfers his male urethral canal to something closer to a females. while usually this surgery is very expensive, I believe I was able to get a break on it, but not on every other expense which includes stays at 2 different hospitals, anesthesia, bladder flushing, X-rays, and post-op medication.

as many of you that have been following me for a while know, I'm disabled and unemployed, currently being taken care of by my elderly mother. we're on a very fixed budget, which makes paying things off quickly very difficult. so I'm coming here for two different reasons: number one is I'll be opening commissions very soon (I'm mobile, so making this post is difficult enough), and number two, I've created a GoFundMe for anyone that would like to donate to help with these medical expenses and help my cat recover. he's been my emotional support cat for 13 years and this is the first time he's had an issue and it's really shaken me up.

if anyone would like to donate it would mean the world to me. I set the goal for much higher than I think it'll cost, as I haven't gotten the bills from the second hospital yet. the first was $480, which I've only been able to give $50 towards (I have some family helping out but I need to pay them back). the second hospital will be at least that much, but likely more. plus then there's X-rays and medication, which all add up. I don't expect to hit the goal quickly, so once I get the bill and if I get enough to pay it off, I'll close the donations.

like I said, if you want to donate, I'd appreciate it. if not, that's alright too. if anyone would like to share this, that would also help a great deal. finally, thank you all for reading and for any kind of help you may provide.

[yardsards]

living in america is literally just like. yeah i could probably benefit from inpatient mental health services but honestly the resulting medical bills would just make me want to kill myself even more

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

I know y’all follow me for South Park Insanity, but I have a personal PCE win to share

(Medical and ED stuff mentioned so below the cut)

I mentioned a while back that for the past few months I’ve been struggling with lack of appetite and inability to keep anything down, steadily devolving into malnutrition and being legitimately scared about it. And try as I had been, I have had no energy to make progress and have only gotten worse. Early in the morning after another sleepless night and after involuntarily throwing up the only food I’d been able to eat for a few days at 1 am, I finally dragged my broke uninsured ass to the emergency room as soon as it opened, shaking and dizzy and scared out of my mind.

Y’all. The doctors and the nurses were so helpful and patient even as I was actively panicking, listening to the root cause of it all, administering zofran and hooking me to what’s apparently called a “banana bag” with every vitamin imaginable bc IT TURNS OUT my ass is deficient in SO MUCH SHIT. I felt the best I have in months after discharge, all day. I even had the energy to spend the day on the couch with my partner instead of lying in bed PLUS THE ENERGY TO GO FOR A FUCKING WALK AFTER EATING A SOLID MEAL (and drinking a shit ton of orange juice ofc) while we waited for my scrip to be filled!!! I genuinely don’t remember the last time I was able to just leisurely enjoy the sun and grass.

And bonus: I got a prescription for an anti nausea medication and apparently a side effect is drowsiness (so I have a few days off work to adjust to that which I got mixed feelings about) so I might actually get some sleep coming up!

I’m a huge hypocrite I know, but listen to your body when you need outside help. It’s scary and hard but I feel worlds better already. 💚

[medical-angel]

I know this is closer to medicalcore, but one severely underutilized aspect of medical imagery in medicalcore/menhera/yamikawaii fashion/aesthetics is all the fucking paperwork.

Bills, claim forms, letters of correspondence from your care providers, insurance brochures, notes of absence, and--probably MOST universally--patient education forms. You know, those informational pages that come with any prescription meds at the pharmacy?

Idk I get 1-2 medical related pieces of mail a DAY, and having it constantly on me is a huge contributing factor in my mental health, but maybe it's just me. Either way, I think depicting the admin work involved with being medicalized in a mental health/illness focused scene would be killer

[knotsoangelic]

someone else posted their twitter thread of their human!bill ciphers lore and such and i had to join in

[vinegar-rights]

thoughts on my version of little shop of horrors: seymours mother :p (read tags plz)

I like to combine aspects of the 1986 and the 1960 films :3.

He was put up for adoption as a baby, too expensive to care for a child. Seymour grew up assuming he was an orphan and was put into the custody of Mr. Mushnik. As he became older, he figured that he DID have a biological mother and she was still alive. He tried to reach out to meet her, but she refused to keep contact. He never met her until he became more well known, with newspapers covering the story of him and his new special plant. His success reached her and Seymour was delighted to know that he was finally going to meet his mother after so many years. Who knew fame was this powerful?

She requested that he visit her apartment for dinner. The woman was older, with messy gray-white hair and eyes that matched seymours, mousey and nervous. She welcomed her son but not without a quick check-up, only to make sure he won't drop dead right at that moment.

The apartment was messy, but no smell of mildew or sight of mold. A clean-ish hoarding situation, there were boxes everywhere full of who knows what and half-used first aid kits. The lack of bugs is what made Seymour confused, cockroaches were a common bug, especially in more drafty, more run down apartments like in Skid Row. He developed a bit of a phobia, growing up around the critters in skid rows home for boys. Dirty. Gross. Even as an adult he sometimes would sit up in bed in the middle of the night, scanning his room for any nocturnal bugs that would skitter in for shelter from the elements.

Seymour was immediately put off by the kitchen, where dinner was cooking. His mother had been talking the entire time, rambling something about the shop and what was in the paper that day, he tuned her out as he became more aware of his surroundings. The kitchen had bottles full of medicine, pill bottles aligned in rows on the counter, and already there's a napkin out with a glass of water with an assortment of pills that are ready to be consumed.

he noticed Seymour's quietness and slight discomfort, who was gazing at the view of her kitchen. She turned to explain her many issues, bad back, sinus infection, constant cold, her appendix got removed recently, ect. Her explanation managed to visibly calm her son's nerves, but he was still eyeing what was on the stove. Seymour tried not to pay mind to his mother's cooking, she was gracious enough to try to form a connection with him, and even asked him to come over! He turned to her to change the subject, he didn't want it to seem like he was judging her. They talked throughout the afternoon about what happened in the past years, and how they found each other. Most of the conversation was directed at Seymour: How did you find the plant? What kind is it? Oh, its a cross between a flytrap and what exactly? You don't know? You must be getting a lot of press, any opportunities? You were asked to host a TV show?ect. There were so many questions that Seymour wasn't to ask his own, he wanted to know why it took so long to talk to her, where was she this entire time, why didn't she reach out first?

Eventually, she passed him a bowl of whatever was in the pot in the kitchen. He didn't notice any food on the counter. The soup smelled sweet, like cough syrup. He opted to drink more of the water she offered, but he didn't want to be rude, he consumed some of the dinner. She grinned as she ate her food with her son, explaining that this is a staple of her household. The aftertaste after one spoonful made his whole body shiver as if he drank bitter wine. Out of fear of potentially offending her and risking her cutting him off forever, he ate a little bit more, cringing at the taste. Quickly he started becoming nauseous. He paused, looking more closely at the bowl, there was little to no actual food, there was a broth of course, but little to no items that would be the cause of this spike in anxiety and confusion. Something dawned on him. While his mother was watching him in between spoonfuls, she asked if he was okay. He nodded but politely declined any more. His newly reunited mother was either horribly ill all the time or a hypochondriac. He didn't need a high school education to know that. The pills and bottles on the counter were another explanation. This wasn't regular soup. She was drugging him. He sat up from the realization, and his mother became more worried at his sudden change of personality. She asked him if he was alright again, if he didn't like her food. He replied hastily that it was amazing, it's just that he remembered he left the stove on-- no, he needed to check on twoey, around this time her leaves should get washed. She accepted that explanation, and began pushing him out the door to help him on his way to Mushnik and Sons. As soon as Seymour was on the sidewalk outside of her apartment, he turned to an alleyway nearby. Fearful of whatever was in his system, he tried to throw up.

He became experienced when he accidentally ingested pesticide as a child and had to induce vomiting to avoid a hospital visit. He ran home, still feeling some residual effects of the drugs, despite only ingesting a little. The shop was empty and dark, Mr. Mushnik and Audrey went home early that day. He drank water and tried to calm himself. He found himself leaning next to audrey ii's pot, mind racing from the events that transpired. His strange mother, the apartment, the "food".

Tears sprang from his eyes as he thought everything over. She only cared to reach out as soon as he became famous. She didn't care to reach out to what was presumably her only child and never gave an explanation as to why she gave him away. He felt used. Defeated, he cried into his clammy hands. Why is everyone so cruel? Was twoey right? That some people were evil by fault and needed to die? His thoughts were deafening his senses, and didn't notice a vine curl around his body and pulled toward the sentient plant. Twoey could read his mind, which was why she knew what his innermost desires were. Turns out trying to get Seymour to reunite with his mother was a bad idea. He tired himself out after 2 hours, one of her vines snaked around his wrist and fingers, sensing Seymour's ratial artery to monitor his heart rate. He was asleep eventually, blanketed by twoeys vines and leaves. Thanks to Seymour, Orin left twoey satisfied for the past week, though maybe she could convince him again for another meal sometime soon.

[jjungkookislife]

me: I don’t want to go back to work

also me: applies to jobs everyday

me: they’ll call me and I’ll be working by next week 😭😭😭

also me: why haven’t they called? 😡

[mermaidsirennikita]

not to be heavy but I’m turning 29 in two days and I’ve been very dark about that birthday and I’m sure I’ll be down about it at points but real talk I was in a depressive episode for like six months this year and was kinda close to suicide several times and had two panic attacks that nearly wrecked close relationships I had and sobbed in the parking lot at work several times so I’m actually pretty happy to be alive

and also happy I got on lamictal; that also