Jess Survives

30+, Kidney Transplant Hopeful, Writer, Student, Avid Reader. Hoping to share knowledge about kidney disease & maybe find a match for a transplant. https://www.buymeacoffee.com/jesssurvives

[jesssurvives]

Here’s my first video log for all of you out there struggling with mental health and chronic kidney failure or kidney disease. Or even just a chronic illness. I am really embarrassed by how i look but it felt important to share this with you guys.

[jesssurvives]

Week 2 of training for dialysis at home. Today i am really tired. Had some trouble getting my blood pressure from dropping or going up.

I still have no idea what I’m doing. But my dialysis nurse is really encouraging.

I have FSGS. A rare form of kidney disease. It’s idiopathic. Meaning it just happened. Because it just happened on its own it is considered an autoimmune disease.

I worked hard for 9 years to avoid dialysis. And unfortunately it just happened this past September. I went from 25% function 1 year ago to 9% in August. That is a 16% decrease in function that fast.

The bright side is the reoccurrence rate for this form of fsgs is really low since i don’t have any nephrotic syndrome.

I am on on dialysis due to high blood pressure or diabetes. My blood pressure is secondary to my illness.

I’m starting this for numerous reasons. Primarily to bring awareness to kidney disease in other forms and hemo dialysis. My journey. Recipes. And the hope i can find someone kind enough to donate.

My blood type is A+. Even if you can’t directly donate to me donation of a kidney in my name could potentially lead to a faster match. That is information for next weeks post.

Please ask any questions. I’d love to answer them.

[jesssurvives]

Pumpkin Cream Cheese Muffins that are stage 1-5 CKD and dialysis friendly.

If you or anyone you know had A+ blood and want to donate a kidney let me know. 34 years old and on dialysis and in need of a new kidney

Courtesy of National Kidney Foundation.

Pumpkin Cream Cheese Muffins

Pumpkin Cream Cheese Muffins

Ingredients:

Ingredients

8

oz. cream cheese

3

eggs

3

tablespoons Stevia

1¾

cup sugar

2

cups flour

1

tablespoon cinnamon

2

teaspoons baking powder

¼

teaspoon baking soda

1¼

cups pumpkin puree

⅓

cup apple sauce

2

teaspoons vanilla extract

Directions:

Prep

25mins

Cook

30mins

Total

55mins

Heat oven to 375 F

line muffin tins with paper cups and set aside.

Mix cream cheese, 1 egg, Stevia (about 3 tbsp) together, and set aside.

In a mixing bowl combine 2 eggs, pumpkin, apple sauce, and vanilla extract.

Sift your dry ingredients together sugar (about 1.75 cups), flour, cinnamon, baking powder, and baking soda.

Pour your dry ingredients into your pumpkin mixture and don't over mix your batter, it just needs to be moist.

Spoon half your batter into 24 muffin cups. Spoon a dollop of cream cheese mixture on top of the pumpkin mixture in each muffin cup, and then top each with the rest of the pumpkin mixture.

Bake for 20 to 25 minutes or until a toothpick comes out clean.

[jesssurvives]

Just had surgery yesterday for my dialysis catheter. And i get to spend the day with my sister having a slumber party essentially. Haven’t slept in the same room in years with her.

10/10 would recommend sibling therapy.

Surgery 0/10 would not recommend. Unless you meed it to stay alive then i would give it a 9/10. Docking points for being in excruciating enough of pain to take some serious pain meds.

Also. I have an adorable kitty cat to keep me company all day.

Kitty Snuggles? 10/10 so stinking cute it’s not fun y

No.

1,000 out of 10. Would definitely recommend that as part of therapy and healing

[jesssurvives]

Just watch Avengers: Endgame and you’re not crying but I am.

Haven’t seen it in 5 years because I buried my head in the sand.

Onto Infinity War. Where I’ll cry again.

Damn it.

[electrictype]

my DNA test results came back positive. i definitely have DNA.

[himejoshikomaeda]

quit bragging

[jesssurvives]

You Go You! You should brag. So proud of you @saladsaladnovski

[dufrau]

COMMENT ON OLD FICS, I BEG YOU!

I swear to god after like a week people will still be reading but nobody leaves comments anymore and I just want to make it absolutely clear that I would be excited and elated to get a comment on these fics one hundred years after I post them.

A FIC IS NEVER TOO OLD TO LEAVE A NICE COMMENT ON. GO FORTH AND COMMENT!

[jesssurvives]

This. It was a major reason I stopped writing. Suggestions. If you can’t write for others. Write for yourself.

Those few who acknowledge your story are gold.

[jesssurvives]

Yesterday i went to VCU for my evaluation for a kidney transplant. When I tell you it took 5 hours…I kid you not.

Then. They send me down for blood work to the labs on floor 1. They took 15 vials from me. Of blood 🩸.

I got so sick i had to lay down in the middle of it. At this point it’s like donating blood.

Guys. That was AT LEAST 1/2 of a CUP of blood. Dang vampires.

Good news? As of Tuesday I’ll be on the transplant list.

[lokisgoodgirl]

Mischievous Creatures [Brodinsons]

Part of the Brother Collection A link to my regular Masterlist is HERE Summary: A grumpy Loki is forced to pet-sit by Thor, and an unexpected friendship blossoms. (w/c 1.8k) Warnings: Fluffy bro-stuff. Generic dog description, runs on the small side. Mild peril.

Loki grimaced, gritting his teeth. His eyes squeezed shut while a hand flew up against the assault of intrusive sunlight. “Brother,” he hissed, groaning against the pillow. “Must you continually be such a harbinger of accursed agitation upon my-”

“-Ahhhhh!”

Thor released an infuriatingly cheerful sigh. His arms were spread, holding the curtains wide. “Tis’ a joyus day in this realm, brother. Can you smell it?”

Loki frowned, squinting towards the silhouette. “The window is closed, you cretin.”

Thor chuckled. “One does not require an open window to smell joy, brother. Indeed, it is all around.” He turned, the aura of confidence in that garish smile making Loki’s blood run cold. “Some may say...in this very apartment.”

Loki’s frown deepened. It was always concerning when his brother attempted to be coy. “What?!” he barked, suddenly aware of how dry his throat was. Truly, had the monstrosity of muscle woken him before nine? “We have a guest,” Thor cheered, “and I require my brother’s aid.” He paced several strides to the bed, swinging crotch coming alarmingly close to Loki’s face. Two meaty hands rested on his hips, fingers drumming lightly against thick sweats. He swayed back and forth expectantly. This was not a sight Loki wished to see before breakfast.

He pulled the duvet over his head, muttering curses before the sheet was ripped from his grasp. He stiffened, an unexpected chill making his body clench while his brother’s laugh ripped through the air. “Come, they’re waiting,” was all he managed to say, before there was a loud yelp from the living room.

“So this is a dog?”

Loki observed the creature with suspicion as it snuffled against the hardwood floor.

It had been going about its business for around twenty seconds now, paying no reverence or respect to the legendary beings in its presence. Loki’s scepticism grew. He was suddenly glad he’d worn his leathers. “Yes! And I broke up some biscuits your lady gave me on the floor for it to seek while I roused you. Charming, isn’t it?” Thor spoke quickly, and with an undeniable awe. The dog looked up expectantly, tail quivering. “I have no lady,” Loki griped, casting his gaze around the living room. A cushion from the immaculately arranged sofa had been rudely upended to the floor. Loki's eyes narrowed as Thor made his way obliviously to the breakfast bar. “Be that as it may,” the blonde said brightly, “this is the companion she speaks so often of.” Loki watched as the small creature trotted to Thor’s feet, looking up at him. Its tail was doing that thing again. “This is the rival for my affections which takes up so much of her time? I’m insulted,” he muttered. The dog’s paws tippy-tapped from side to side, impatient for whatever was in the bag Thor had begun rustling. Against his better judgement, Loki felt the side of his mouth twitch. He cleared his throat. “So. Why is it here, and what are we supposed to do with it?”

Thor scoffed, shaking his head with a smile.

Loki didn’t like this. He didn’t like this at all.

“Your lady- apologies, not your lady; has been called on an unexpected mission, shouldn’t take long – usual sort of thing." Thor glanced to his brother, glee in his eyes before bending forward with his hands on his knees. "I volunteered to ensure the safety of this treasure of the realm in her absence. Yes I did! Didn’t I?! Yes I did!” The pitch of Thor’s voice traced higher with every syllable. Loki was horrified. It descended into mumbling saccharine inanities at the excitable being shuffling below him, which let out a small a-woo. “‘Treasure of the realm’, please...” Loki scathed as he sidled over to the sofa. He had been sure to give the unfamiliar being a wide berth. Who knew what it’s intentions were. It was, after all, a stranger.

His breath hitched as it suddenly looked in his direction, the flash of a tiny pink tongue taking him by surprise.

He had the sudden urge to call to it, to feel the rest of it’s delicate triangular face in his hands. Perhaps, even, to stroke it. He thought it might feel soothing.

With unnecessary gravitas, Thor produced a beleaguered looking plush animal from a small bag resting on the counter. It was pink and mint and blue; splotches dotted on a crusted physique. Loki thought it had seen a few battles of its own.

“Oh for heavens sake, what is that?” he groused as Thor began to shake it aimlessly in the air. The dog leapt up on it’s back legs, dancing excitedly. “Tis a llama, brother,” Thor chided with authority, “obviously.” “A llama?” Loki frowned. Thor shrugged. “I know not. But that is how your lady referred to it. The little thing is rather attached to it, apparently. I thought it best not to question further.”

Both brothers nodded in silent understanding while the creature began to chirp, bouncing in comical circles. Its front paws waved in the air, the soft underbelly looking undeniably tender and scritchable. “Well... throw it then,” Loki huffed with feigned impatience. He rested his chin on his palm. He would admit, reluctantly, that he was beginning to mildly enjoy this. In a ridiculous sort of way. Thor’s eyebrows rose. “Excellent idea, brother” he said, before lobbing the llama forth at full force across the room. Loki’s eyes widened. “Brother, no-” The dog followed its lightening fast arc, legs sliding out behind it on the floor in haste. Loki braced against the arm of the sofa as the plasterboard-covered wall exploded with an almighty crack. The stuffed toy may as well have been a cannonball. A huge mist of dust immediately flooded the living room, chunks falling from the wall.

“Protect the small thing,” Thor bellowed.

Without hesitation, Loki sprung from the sofa, caging the little dog in mid-pursuit beneath his torso. Debris hit him like a wave, white mass covering dark curls falling around his face. There was a frightened whimper beneath him, something solid smacking against his thighs with a heavy thump. His heart was thundering as the carnage settled. She will never forgive me, Loki thought with horror. He peered between his forearms to the dark cave his body had created.

There was silence.

“Does it live, brother?” Thor rasped, his choking voice panicked. Loki registered pacing footsteps hovering around him in a cloud of dust, regretful muttering and coughing peppering the air. His stomach dropped.

He could barely bring himself to look. So fragile, these mortals. Their familiars even more so, surely. Suddenly, something moist and round surfaced from the darkness and poked him straight in the eye.

“Gargh!” Loki spluttered, before the breath was stolen from him. He fell forward, forehead hitting the floor while an agile tongue delved deep into one exposed nostril. An assassin, after all. Loki rolled to the side, freeing the wild creature. “It lives!” Thor whooped ecstatically. But the moment was lost on Loki.

The ball of fur and limbs and squiggling was upon him, crawling like a demon of Muspelheim across his person. The thing was liquid. It placed its front legs on his chest, perfecting a position of strength while a deceptively long tongue continued the assault of his face. “Desist!” he spluttered, searching for purchase on its lithe, fluff-laden frame. And yet, the incorrigible creature could not be swayed.

The softness of the bacon-like protrusion tickled violently, but somehow...Loki found himself unable to catch his breath from the laughter shaking his chest. It ravaged his cheeks, his mouth, his nostrils - all in whirling succession with no obvious tactical rhythm. “Brother, make it stop-” Loki gasped unconvincingly, hooking his thumbs beneath the dog’s little underarms. His laughter, Loki surmised, acted only to encourage the creature. And yet, he could not collect himself. “Alas, brother I must attempt to retrieve the valiant llama from the rubble,” Thor chuckled, biting his lip at his sibling strewn across the floor. With a resolute grunt, Loki hoisted the creature in the air above him. It squirmed, wriggling all four legs erratically. Its rotund bottom was positively vibrating with excitement. “Look, brother...it flies,” Loki grinned. The dog’s mouth was open in a smile, aimless tongue licking the air. Still in search of his skin no doubt. The god sat up, drawing the squiggling bundle to his chest. It settled, the cup of his hand under its rear and the other snug to its barrelled chest seeming to calm it. Loki smoothed its whiskers, brushing a crumb of plasterboard from the tufts of its snout. He searched its eyes, deep brown pools bubbling and sparkling with life. And with mischief, he thought. Loki smiled. Without knowing why, he placed a tentative kiss on its upturned nose. It was fresh, and cool. The richest black. And somehow, Loki knew those were good things.

The dog’s tongue flicked out once more; a soft, solitary lick to the tip of his own nose reciprocating the sentiment. He felt unfamiliar warmth blossom in his belly, drawing the precious bundle closer to his chest. “I am glad you are well, friend” he murmured. “I can only apologise for my oaf of a-” “-brother! Success!” Thor cheered, holding the resurrected llama aloft like a battle trophy. If it looked beleaguered before, now it was tragic. The plushie was completely white, stuffing protruding from its head like a fatal war wound. He paced victoriously across the floor, holding it out to the dog nestled in his brother’s arms. Loki could swear the creature rolled its eyes.

“Do not presume to return its prize possession in such a vile state, brother,” Loki hissed. He dropped his gaze to the bright eyes gazing lovingly into his own. “Never fear small thing, Uncle Loki shall amend this abomination.” he cooed. Circling a finger, Loki enjoyed the perk of the dog's ears as the llama glowed green. In moments, its garish pastel glory was restored. “The crusted biological coating is gone too, brother…” Thor mumbled sceptically, inspecting it. “Was that important?” Loki jiggled the squishy package in his arms. Its front paws bounced. “Methinks that was enthusiasm from historical play; perhaps we should begin to restore it,” he chuckled, as the dog began to squirm with excitement once again. Loki tickled its belly. Thor frowned. “Do not get too attached, brother” he warned, “remember that this one is claimed. And by whom.” Loki rolled his eyes. “I am aware of that, brother” he snarked, before bending to carefully lower all four paws to the ground. He straightened. “But clearly the creature and I have an affinity. It cannot be denied.” Thor folded his arms, and Loki did the same. They watched in silence as the fluffy tornado fell upon the llama, beginning to prance in a parading circle around them. It dotted easily between the chunks of plasterboard, the plushie snug within tiny jaws.

Thor cleared his throat. “It is my belief” he began knowledgeably, “that the creatures have developed ways to trick mortals in favouring them. They are provided shelter, comfort, snacks and the like in return for being…” he gestured open handed to the floor, “thus.” Two sets of eyes assessed the inexplicable sight before them, rolling on its back with four wriggling paws flapping at strange angles. “Is that so…” Loki mused, smile widening as he lowered to his haunches. The dog flipped to stand, nails scratching against the floor in a race to meet him. That little bottom shifted side to side, overcome with indescribable joy at their friend’s return to the lower level. The llama bonked against Loki's knee, a helicopter-esque tail making his heart soar.

He gripped the llama’s sides, tugging gently before pulling it flush against his chest. The cheeky growl in the dog’s throat made him chuckle as he pressed a soft kiss to its forehead. “How mischievous,” he whispered, smiling conspiratorially against the tousled fur.

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[jesssurvives]

I dunno. On one hand. I absolutely love this. The phrase: tippy tap. Pawfect.

But…Loki….he did murder 80 people in 2 or 3 days. I just rewatched Avengers so I’m still a little sore about that.

Though the suit in Thor: Ragnarok. Perfection 👌🤩

[jesssurvives]

🤣 Clearly this must be true.

[jesssurvives]

I think my nephrologist’s nurse will pass out.

Story Time:

I went to the hospital for pre-op testing for my dialysis catheter placement. My blood pressure was 119/66. It hasn’t been like that in years.

Last month my BP was 133/87 and Audrey, my nephrologist’s nurse, was so shook that she had to take it twice. Seeing is NOT believing.

[warenai]

Nat, replying to Y/N's text: k

Y/N: well potassium is a nice element

Y/N: very reactive

Y/N: unlike that response that you just gave

[jesssurvives]

I’m stealing this for the next time someone texts me “k”. 🤣🤣

[toiletpapercurrency]

Reblog if you've ever read a fic that was better than published books

[jesssurvives]

Yes…wallbanger was hysterical and way better than the original twilight series. In every way. I feel like these publishers are just wither screwing with the writing or just getting bad writers.

I have cried and smiled laughed at fanfic and then picked up a book. Read a chapter and put it down. And somehow THAT gets made into a movie series. Bit some amazing fanfic writers don’t stand a chance.

[avengersassemble123]

DID CLINT JUST FUCKING DIE IN EPISODE 8 OF WHAT IF? JUST LIKE NATASHA DID? THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH MARVEL??? ARE THESE MARVEL BITCHASSES SERIOUS? WATCH ME STORM INTO THE MARVEL HEADQUARTERS TO MEET THESE BITCHES.

[jesssurvives]

At this point..I think they’re running out of ideas now that the major players are gone. Like. They totally didn’t have to kill Natasha off. At all. Marvel has lost it. Now that poor Stan Lee is gone it’s going down hill.

[i-am-true-believer]

To the fanfiction readers, the late night scrollers, the ones who are trying to escape, to find a moment of peace, to find comfort or a safe place to land.

You're safe here. You are safe, you are loved and you are important. The world needs you and my dear sweet one, I promise you it will get better. Maybe not today or tomorrow but it will get better. People love you and are here for you.

You are valid, you are enough. I promise you that you are enough.

So take a deep breath and relax a little for me. I hope you find the fan art or the fanfiction you need. I hope you find comfort and safety here. I hope you know you're favorite character is waiting for you, they adore you and are so excited to see you.

You can do this sweet one. Life is tough but so are you. Your comfort character believes in you and so do I, the random girl on Tumblr who knows it gets better, because it did for her.

❤️💛True Believer 💛❤️

[jesssurvives]

I love this. ❤️

[jesssurvives]

Why can’t people of tumblr be this awesome in person?! I’d actually have frozen. You people are hysterical. Yet, some, also lacking serious common sense.

[whencartoonsruletheworld]

did i tell u guys i got into an argument on twitter bc i said foxes are dogs and someone tried to bring up their actual fuckin. classification or whatever and i just said “foxes are dogs cause they are fluffye” and they kept arguing with me. the entire time i was like “you will not survive the immigration to tumblr you are lucky we are not there right now”

[neopolitanfox]

This is especially funny because they aren’t even right. Foxes *ARE* dogs.

[trojanhorse8-2]

No they aren’t.

[supreme-leader-stoat]

yes they are. because they are fluffye.

[trojanhorse8-2]

OK yes they are.

[mr-deep-downer]

Dog

[jooshthepunished-deactivated202]

Dog

[utah-mountain-drifter-deactivat]

Different family, but same order as @pictures-of-dogs

[zarabithia12365-deactivated2022]

No, they are the same family. They are the same kingdom, phylum, order and family. They separate at the genus.

They’re a dog.

[birdsareblooming]

yeah they’re fluffye

[dacavendishtime]

theyre literally not dogs theyre not even fluffy. can we get science tumblr over hear or what!?

[birdsareblooming]

checkmate athiests

[ajarofpickledtears]

fluffye

[pa-pa-plasma]

okay but they literally are dogs, for those who are confused

[stele3]

If foxes are dogs, then so are wolves, coyotes, dingoes, jackals, and several other extant and extinct species.

Behold! A dog.

[lemon-badgeress]

of course it’s a dog you buffoon. it’s fluffye.

[findingfeather]

Why on earth would someone think “BUT IF THEY’RE DOGS SO AR -”

Like yes of course wolves are dogs, where have you been. Jackals are excellent doggies! So are coyotes. Why is this confusing.

[theknightlywolfe]

I love that this is literally two completely different arguments running simultaneously.

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

That guy up there who said they’re not even fluffy was thinking of sharks

[thebelovedlion]

sharks are also dogs. ravenous water dogs, but still dogs

[derinthescarletpescatarian]

Sharks can NOT be dogs they are SMOOTH

[porcupine-girl]

Tags via @jenroses

[poyoraz]

If sharks aren’t dogs why are the Turkish calling them dogfish

[brightlotusmoon]

@ladyshinga

this is a puppy and this is a puppy and this is a oh god

[sharkangelic]

Did that person really try to make an argument against extant canines being dogs while putting a Raccoon Dog as their poster animal???

[jesssurvives]

Who’s gonna tell em’ that Jackals, Dingoes, and Wolves are essentially dogs? Not sure i have hope for these people. Natural Selection do your thing!

⬇️

Also, don’t tell Rocket. He JUST found out he’s actually a Raccoon. If you tell him he’s part dog he’s gonna lose his shit.