#sleep monitoring

[rainbowjay20]

So I got a new nanny watch.

MOSOKI

Smart Watch for Men Women

https://a.co/d/dSdGNmc

For more info, see the previous post.

Part of my motivation for getting a new watch was that my old one had snapped the band. The other part, to be fair, is that I've been having a bunch of odd, non-specific symptoms. I have also asked my primary to do some bloodwork. She had no problem with any of the tests I requested. However, she had a feeling the insurance would be upset with a fishing expedition. So we broke my requests up into a couple of batches. Hopefully, as we move forward, we will have more clarification and a better idea of where to look.

For years, I have said that I have low blood sugar. I have gotten scoffs and derision from many, especially my family. My Dad's family runs to Diabetes and Pancreatic Cancer(and Heart Disease and any Cancer you can name) So me having HYPOgylcemia? F*ing Hysterical!🤣😂🤣😂

But everyone forgets my grandpop (Dad's dad) could pack away Tastykakes by the metric ton and never gain a pound. I don't know if he was ever tested. My Mom had reactive hypoglycemia. Basically, it is pre-diabetes. Your body doesn't handle sugar well. When you eat your body overreacts and sends out too much insulin. This makes your blood sugar drop too low.

True primary hypoglycemia is unusual. It is usually caused by something. It is just a matter of finding out what is causing it.

My thought is that having an idea of when(and maybe what) is triggering the lows and or highs might be helpful. Even if the numbers aren't accurate, the same should not be true for the trends.

These newer watches are very clear that these are wellness devices only. That they are not meant as substitutes for medical care.They are not approved in the US for Medical devices. They are making these overseas,(*cough* China *cough*) where there are different guidlines for these types of devices. They do have alarms for danger levels like low/high blood sugar, High pulse, irregular heart beat, hypoxia(low oxygen in the blood) and sleep apnea.

That being said, it already has been and I assume it will continue to be increasingly more so incredibly fascinating.

My blood sugar, well everything, seems to randomly jump about, up and down, at the whims of a madman. My temperature is sharing Mother Nature's menopause.(I did think that was part of my own problems but blood tests have indicated that is not the case.

Whatever is going on, it is clear that there is SOMETHING, at least. That's progress.

Ask any person who has chronic illnesses. It can be hard convincing doctors to take you seriously. I've had my share of that. Most of mine are good, but sometimes they slip. I do understand.

I get the weird shit. Do you know the saying, "if you hear hoofbeats think horses"?

Well, when a new doctor or nurse gets smarmy and says that crap? I have a pre-programmed response.

I'm a pygmy zebra running down Broadway in the middle of rush hour.

Believe it or not, that actually came from one of my doctors. I don't remember if it was my first endocrinologist or the surgical oncologist. They noted that if something happens to me, it may not be fatal, but it will be strange.

With me? It's never horses.

Hopefully, with this watch, I will be able to find the hoofprints and estimate the size of the zebra and in which direction it is heading.

So for lows, I'm getting down to 95° core temperature and 59ml/dg blood sugar.

In the other direction, I had a temperature of 98.7° for a "record" high. and 130 for a high blood sugar.

[stellarfalls]

The twins have arrived,,,meet June & Riley! 🌙☀️

[neon-wonderlands]

[85-rend]

i forgot i never posted this . theyre so sily to me. i also didint finish this bc i didnt want to shade at all but whatever

[this-too-shall-bleed]

lmao so we can agree that this sign is up in the OIAR office right

[bugsandboos]

how am i supposed to live laugh love when the london special exists

[luluxa]

pathetic wet boy 🥰

redbubble

+a bit of the drawing process

[dawnbreakersgaze]

I passed out for like an hour but had a weird ass dream I was writing a fic where Xav and Raf met and did NOT like each other. So when Raf found out Xav was MC's neighbor, he was purposefully giving MC the dicking of her LIFE to make Xav jealous and I got so worked up I woke myself up lmao

I gotta stop tumblring before bed yall are driving me bonkers 🥴

[46hasu]

RobinHill Guardian Angel!AU where Robin is a guardian angel assigned to protect Boothill's daughter but Boothill gets seriously injured somehow and basically needs all the prosthetics from his canon version. And despite Boothill's best efforts he doesnt have the abilty to raise his daughter alone cause of his painfully slow recovery process, so Robin decides to step in and breaks the Do Not Be Seen and No Direct Interference rules to basically take over half the parenting duties. The familys life does improve and Boothill's daughter is happier but Boothill is half convinced that his home is haunted by a suspiciously friendly ghost that he can only see from the corner of his eyes and Robin tries her best not to get caught so she doesn't get in trouble from Heaven or whatever.

[lovebandit42069]

Got permission to post these so look at these gay bastards

Both drawn by @mavlotov who has commissions open right now on Vgen!!

VERY much worth the money, give him money right now okay

[queerofthedagger]

me, a fool, repressing the knowledge of exactly how long 15 hour shifts are: oh I'm sure it'll be fine, just one more shift to go, really how long can 15 hours be

this shift: i am going to end you and your entire blood line

[friendlyneighborhoodevilvillain]

I know Kabru/Mithrun is the big Mithrun ship and I understand why but pretty much every other Mithrun ship is hilarious so unfortunately I will never ship Kabru/Mithrun.

[whump-tr0pes]

Lux in Tenebris, Medieval AU - Wolves, Part 4

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Masterlist

AO3

Contents: sickfic, wolf attack aftermath, infected animal bite, fever, mild gore, poultice, delirium, bedside vigil, sleep deprivation, recovery, self-dehumanization

~

The demon could not let itself sleep - not while the human was still so sick. The human slept, in a terrible, waking sort of dream, with their eyes open and their tongue loosened with the fever. They must be sleeping, though, because the creature could not rouse them. It held cool water to their lips, and they would not drink. It held a cool cloth to their forehead, and they flinched away, whimpering softly. 

The only thing that told the creature their soul was still here with it was that they still screamed when it changed the poultice on their leg. The flesh was worse than inflamed, now; it was festering, and stank. The creature shuddered as it applied a fresh poultice with herbs it had gathered in a near-feverish fury of its own. 

The human did speak, though - just not to the creature. They babbled on about trade in the village, the price of barley, the frequency of the rain. They asked for their bed, for a hot drink, for things the creature had never heard of. They asked for something to help with the pain. All this they did with glassy eyes that stared straight ahead at the ceiling. 

The creature grew weary as another day passed and became night. It could sleep on the earthen floor - it had slept on far worse, and willingly would again - but it could not think of sleep with the human so ill. Every time its eyelids drooped, the human would whimper or cry out or mumble something and the creature would startle awake, tripping over itself to bring the human another sip of water or cool cloth for their brow. It trembled with exhaustion, desperate for sleep. It was desperate just for a bite to eat. It settled for sips of squirrel broth that the human had refused sips of as their fever worsened. 

The human now felt hot as an open fire pit. The creature stood above them and wrung its hands, looking down at their bone-dry skin - not even a sheen of sweat cooled them now. It held the ladle of water to their mouth. Their lips trembled, but they did not drink. The creature sank to its knees beside the pallet. Its heart ached in its chest as it looked at the human, who lay flushed and still as death, save for their heaving breaths. Their eyes were closed, but silent tears leaked from the corners. 

“Obsecro,” the creature whispered, shivering in fear to speak his own language even in front of a human so sick. “Non… non mori, benignus humano.” It reached out a shaking hand and rested it on the human’s arm. They flinched away from the touch. “Obsecro non me relinquo. Ego facere… quid possum, sed…” Tears brimmed in the creature’s eyes. “Obesecro. Non me relinquo, cum tu estis tam benignus. Ilya.”

Slowly, painfully slowly, it lowered itself to the pallet beside the human and laid its head on their chest. Their heart pounded beneath the creature’s ear, a thud, thud, thud that sounded so vital, so alive. The creature shivered and squeezed its eyes shut. 

∴

The creature woke to fingers moving softly through its hair. It shrieked and scuttled away from the pallet, fangs flashing, pupils wide and black. Its gaze fell immediately on the human; their hand was still frozen in the air where its head had been moments ago, and a crease had appeared between their eyebrows. But more importantly - so much more importantly - their head was lifted from the pallet, and they were looking at the creature. Really seeing it. 

“I-Ilya,” the creature breathed, before it slapped its own hand over its mouth. The human probably had not meant to tell the creature their name. It was being presumptuous. With presumptions came pain.

The human’s mouth opened and shut. “I… I don’t know what to call you,” they said weakly.

The creature shook its head. “Nothing. You don’t… have to call me anything. Or, rather. You can call me… what you wish.” Inimicus. Adversator. Serpentis.

Demon.

The crease between the human’s brows deepened, and the corners of their mouth turned down as well. The creature’s stomach tightened. The human wet their lips. “But… you know my name…?”

There was something tightening around the creature’s chest, a giant, invisible fist around its heart. “You… you told it… to me,” it said, shuffling forward on its knees, bending forward at the waist. “I am sorry… I meant… no offense.”

“I’m not offended,” the human said, although their voice was tight. “I just want to know how I should refer to the person who has been so kind to me.” 

The creature bent its head low. “I am not a person,” it breathed toward the floor.

The silence that drew out was long and awful. The human said, “Then… what are you?”

Fangs flashed, and the creature whimpered softly. Its fingers dug into the dirt below it. “I am…” Its throat worked. “I… am a lesser demon of the realm of hell.” It bent fully forward and pressed its forehead to the dirt beside the pallet. The human surely did not have their strength, but once they did, they could return with… more humans… to hunt the creature down, humiliate and punish, teach it once again why it had fled to the forest all those years ago…

The creature did not have anywhere else to go. 

It could always dig a new hole in the ground.

The creature held still, trembling, until the human let out a heavy breath. It flinched with the soft sound. 

“I thought demons were supposed to be cruel,” Ilya said.

The creature’s head snapped up. “S-some are,” it croaked. “Some revel in torture and brutality. Some feast on human flesh and misery, yes. But… some don’t. Most don’t.”

The human nodded. “I think if you were going to hurt me… or eat me… you would probably have already done it.”

“I did hurt you,” the demon whimpered, tears welling in its eyes. “Your leg… the poultices. They hurt you. You… you screamed.”

Ilya shook their head. “That’s not what I meant,” they said. They held out a hand. The demon stared at it, eyes wide. “You helped me.”

“I tried,” the creature whispered. 

Ilya kept their hand out, holding its gaze with kind, steady eyes. Slowly, the demon shuffled forward and took their hand. It was cool, now. The creature would never be so bold as to touch their face or head now that they were awake, but it could tell just from touching their hand that their fever had broken. 

Ilya - the human, the inexplicably kind human - offered it a gentle smile. It found itself smiling back. “I… don’t quite have my strength back,” they said gently. “So… could I ask you to bring me some water?”

The demon nodded frantically and staggered across the hovel in its haste to bring them a ladle of water. They drank deeply and passed the ladle back. 

“Thank you,” they said warmly. It couldn’t help but smile. They reached out again, and this time it only hesitated a moment before sliding its hand into theirs. “And… I don’t mean to presume but… would it be alright if I call you Dee?”

The creature’s eyes went wide as it met theirs. “Dee?” it said incredulously. 

The human’s mouth thinned. “If you don’t like it, I don’t have to call you that. I just…” They squeezed its hand. Its heart lurched. “I would like to have something to call you.”

“You want to…?” You want to call me by anything other than what I am? Its head spun. It found itself smiling at them, and they smiled back. “I… Yes. Yes, that would be nice. Dee. That will be… my name.”

“Your name,” Ilya said. “Nice to meet you, Dee.”

“And you,” Dee said. He stared at their hands, laced together on the blanket. “It’s nice to meet you.”

~

Translation of the Latin lines here:

“Please,” the creature whispered, shivering in fear to speak his own language even in front of a human so sick. “Don’t… don’t die, kind human.” It reached out a shaking hand and rested it on the human’s arm. They flinched away from the touch. “Please do not abandon me. I will do… what I can, but…” Tears brimmed in the creature’s eyes. “Please. Do not abandon me, when you have been so kind. Ilya.”

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[heavensims]

Oh hey, look, my GPU is already dead.

[muffin-man-marq-lynch]

I was debating if I wanted to go this route with this third piece in this StrickPage series I'm currently writing because it was kind of dark and I wasn't sure it really fit the tone of the rest of the series when I felt a pair of hands fall on my shoulders.

"Do it," Came the voice of Adam Page from my left, "No one's really explored the potentials of Stalker Swerve beyond sex."

"Tone is in the voice of the speaker," said Swerve Strickland from my right, "It isn't too dark if he thinks it's all done out of love."

[b-blushes]

experiencing the 'oh god whadda hell i'm horrifically exhausted and it's 2pm that's 8 more hours of the day i had planned to do 35 minutes cleaning this afternoon but i want to be asleep but like MORE than asleep because everything feels bad in my body is this a post-lunch crash that will fade with activity or am i symptoms syndrome' type moment. but we stay silly 👍