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[scrub456]

I struggled with posting this here, because it's so very personal. But I've been kinda MIA for a long while, and I felt like my friends deserved an explanation.

This is a long post. Also, TW: I'm going to be sharing health/medical issues, including post surgery complications. Nothing too detailed or gory, but just please be aware.

(TLDR: long post with personal medical details, and financial hardship following the cut)

Back in December, right before Christmas, I was in the hospital with cellulitis on my lower abdomen. It was a recurring issue over the past three years, and I had developed a few wounds that weren't healing well. I'd been seeing an infection specialist, and she expressed concern that because I had developed lymphedema in the area, surgery might be the only option.

So, after discussions with my primary care provider, and pulmonary specialist who agreed the constant wounds and infections were compounding my upper respiratory issues, I saw a surgeon. He immediately said the area of lymphedema was exceptionally bad, and the scope of the surgery was going to be a rather large area of my lower abdomen. He was amazed I walked into the appointment under my own strength, let alone was continuing to work.

By that point, I was in almost constant pain from the wounds, and the risk of further infection was too great. Plus, with my body constantly fighting, I was catching every virus that was going around, and my lungs were taking the hit. So I agreed to the surgery.

I had surgery on April 10th, and it went well, as far as removing the large area of lymphedema and wounds. I lost more blood than expected, and I was in ICU for three days, just to maintain constant care, then was in the surgical unit for five days. The surgeon was pleased, but we had to be vigilant for infection.

Things were going well, but then an area of the incision opened up, and less than a week after going home from the hospital, I was back in the hospital for observation. The area that had opened up was deep, and complex, and I ended up needing a wound vac. I was in the hospital for an additional five days, and the care that second stay was abysmal, and I actually feel like it set my recovery back by a week.

Now, almost six weeks later, the wound vac is doing its job, and the large area is healing well, though slow. But, another area on the incision has since opened. Not large enough to need the wound vac, but there have been some complications, needing addressed by the surgeon, and continued heavy antibiotics, which have their own unpleasantries, including digestive issues and the fact I cannot be on my anxiety meds as they will cause a negative reaction.

Most of the incision looks very good, and healing is happening, though it's taking longer than I'd hoped. The plan was to be off work for six weeks, but this past Wednesday the surgeon added another two weeks (eight total now), but said I need to prepare for longer, at least another month (almost three months), so the wound vac can continue to work and the second open area can heal.

I'm sorry it took so long to fill you in. You all mean the world to me, with your friendship, constant encouragement, and just the pure joy and loveliness you bring to my life with your art and writing and life observations. If you believe in prayer, please say a prayer, or send all the positive energy, for me and for my sister (my number one support system, who recently fought her own health battle against breast cancer - she's now cancer free, but there are still more preventative surgeries in her future, BUT she's learned all there is to know about my wound care from the home health nurse).

Now for the part I really hate. It honestly hurts me to ask this. It's a matter of pride, and humiliates me to do so, but since I'm off work, we're needing some help. I DO have insurance, though I have to pay for it off the Marketplace (which is akin to extortion), so that does help some with medical expenses (but it's not great - since I was working before now, even though I was part time, I don't qualify for medicaid or any government or medical assistance). The doctor office I work for is private practice, and we're too small to qualify for FMLA, so I'm waiting on a short term disability claim through Aflac to go through, but they've already denied it twice, and have been dragging their feet for weeks. I used up all my paid time off that first week. I've had no income since the end of April, and I don't know what we're going to do. It's the end of the month, and I'm facing a mountain of bills I don't have any way to pay, and we have basic household needs that we cannot afford because the government has also been fighting my sister on her disability income.

I know things are really, really hard for everyone right now, and I am humiliated needing to ask for help. Again. Please know, any contributions will go directly to maintaining housing, as well as covering utilities, basic needs, and medical needs, and transportation to medical appointments.

A friend suggested I create an Amazon Wishlist, items that will help with my care, and include things we use daily, as well as a Go Fund Me. I do have a Ko-Fi, PayPal (@AngelaGlassner), CashApp ($angmglass), and Venmo (@AngieGlassner).

I have no expectations of you, friends, and I mean that in the sincerest way possible. I know everyone is struggling right now, and if you cannot help, I understand. You must first take care of you and your family unit. I care for you all deeply, no matter what. And want you to know, that when I am able, I intend, as always, to pay it forward.

Thank you, lovelies, for taking the time to read through this. I wish all the very best things for you, and I appreciate you more than I can ever fully express.

[scrub456]

Thank you so much to all my lovelies who have reached out with love and encouragement... you've been boosting my mental health, which is in turn a good thing for my physical health and healing. You are making an impact for good in my life, and I am forever thankful for you.

And thank you to those who have given to help financially. I know things are so difficult for everyone right now, but just know both my sister and I appreciate you more than you can possibly know.

[scrub456]

*Medical Update*

Nothing graphic, just asking for prayers if you pray, or positive energy... There's been a complication on the incision site where the wound vac is. Not sure if it's a pocket of just fluid, or infection, or... what. But I will be having a CT scan on Thursday, and the surgeon will be evaluating it on Friday for next steps.

I'm really, really weary of this. Every positive step forward, there's another step back. I'm frustrated, and honestly my mental health/anxiety is not great this morning. I just want to be well. And every additional day of complications means additional days I can't return to work. Ugh.

I'm sorry, friends. I try as hard as I can to keep things at least a little positive here in my Tumblr space, but I'm really, really struggling to find the positive today.

[scrub456]

*URGENT HELP NEEDED*

Hello, friends. I am so sorry it has been so long since my last update. I do need to let you know that my surgery wounds are healing well. The smallest of the three is completely closed up, the second one is nearly closed up, and the third is getting smaller and more shallow by the week. It has been a few days since I had to last wear the wound vac, and I am beyond glad for that.

Unfortunately, the shingles virus I had in my eye has come back with a vengeance, and the vision in my right eye has been blurry for a few weeks now, making doing art, or anything really, difficult. My eye doctor had me see a specialist, and he agrees my doctor is doing everything that can be done.

Now to the urgent part. My sister's car just got impounded because her tags are expired. We knew they were, but we couldn't do anything about it. I am nearly four months out of work due to my surgery, and money has been... well, there is none. This is happening in real time, she is currently waiting on a friend to pick her up so they can tow the car. I have no way to pay the fine or get the car out of the impound lot, and the amount increases each day it's there. Right now my car is in need of repair, so we are without a vehicle. We both have so many medical appointments we cannot be without a car.

I wouldn't ask if I wasn't desperate, and it breaks my heart to do so. You have all been so kind, and it destroys me to come to you asking so much. But if you are able to help, I have a few ways you can do so: GoFundMe, Ko-Fi, PayPal, CashApp, Venmo.

If you can't help, which I completely understand, as I know times are hard for everyone, and there are no hard feelings or even expectations, would you please consider sharing this post? Thank you, friends. 💙

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

disability update ~

Getting approval for my short-term disability pay is out of my hands now. It took three attempts for the State's fax of forms to be noted by my doctor's office (possibly because the State had my name spelled wrong!); the office actually called me on Thursday past for clarification of what it was about. Doctor is out of the office for the holiday weekend until Tueday, so I'm praying that means it'll be submitted by the end of this coming week. I have calls into the personnel office at my store to ensure they complete and submit a Certification of Employment on my behalf.

In the meantime, I have shelter through Monday morning before I'm back to sleeping in my car. Any contribution to help me extend my stay would, once again, be heaven sent. With tax and fees, the total is $73/night ($66/night weekly rate). I hate asking again, but the nights I spent in my car the week before last were the absolute worst of my life, and I'm praying hard to avoid that if I could.

my ko-fi

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

I raised enough yesterday for food & gas, plus a single night in a bed tonight. Sometimes, God grants little mercies when we really need them. The motel manager asked why I wasn't staying longer, as I used to, and where I spent last night. I answered truthfully, and when he learned I slept in my car, he told me that next time if I'm $10-15 short for a night, it would be alright. So here's hoping, right?

These are my ankles after the night spent in my car:

Ugly, I know. Painful and far from healthy. Doubling up on my diuretics now, but they may not do the job enough before I'm back in my car tomorrow night. Anyway, any little bit can help.

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[helloliriels]

Lady Luck

by helloliriels

Sherlock huffed a silent laugh at the trite fortune cookie paper he held in his hands. 

Behind him, he heard a fellow patron snicker as well and he quickly turned around to see what he could deduce.

Read it here on AO3

The year is halfway over and I've managed to make my very first contribution to the 'Fortune Cookie Fic Collection' on ao3! Ahhhhgh!!

Feel free to jump in with your own one-shots, ficlets, or full-fledged stories anytime this year! Mostly just challenging myself to try something outside the box and to just WRITE! haha 🫶💕🥠but I'd love to have friends join me! (Plus who doesn't love a little luck?)

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[notjustamumj]

Another new work, just a wee one, for my Words, Words, Words series; one of my shortest:

Mercurial @scrub456 @totallysilvergirl @chriscalledmesweetie @imnova @peanitbear @almosttomorocco @meetinginsamarra @noadventureshere221b

[imnova]

So basically a piece of candy? Thank you!

[scrub456]

💙💙💙

[scrub456]

Just a silly thing, because I woke up frustrated, anxious, and weary of this long recovery time.

We have one of those digital at home blood pressure cuffs that someone gave to my sister when she first started her cancer journey. Now that she's cancer free, and I'm the one in the midst of a medical recovery, I use that little cuff several times a day.

Every time you turn it on, the digital voice gives detailed instructions on how to operate it. Once it takes your vitals, it gives you your read out, compares it to your prior, and lets you know if you are near your average, or running high or low. The entire process is then ended when the machine says "have a good health."

It reminds me of Baymax from Big Hero 6 every time, so I started calling it Mini-bay, and that's where this silly idea came from.

I hope, no matter what sort of day you're having, this brings you a little smile.

If you want to know what's been happening with my health, you can read that post here. If you are interested and able to help support medical or daily/essential needs, I have Ko-fi, GoFundMe, Amazon Wishlist, PayPal, CashApp, or Venmo. I apologize for even mentioning it, I know things are hard for everyone everywhere right now, so please do not feel obligated.

[scrub456]

Just a silly thing, because I woke up frustrated, anxious, and weary of this long recovery time.

We have one of those digital at home blood pressure cuffs that someone gave to my sister when she first started her cancer journey. Now that she's cancer free, and I'm the one in the midst of a medical recovery, I use that little cuff several times a day.

Every time you turn it on, the digital voice gives detailed instructions on how to operate it. Once it takes your vitals, it gives you your read out, compares it to your prior, and lets you know if you are near your average, or running high or low. The entire process is then ended when the machine says "have a good health."

It reminds me of Baymax from Big Hero 6 every time, so I started calling it Mini-bay, and that's where this silly idea came from.

I hope, no matter what sort of day you're having, this brings you a little smile.

If you want to know what's been happening with my health, you can read that post here. If you are interested and able to help support medical or daily/essential needs, I have Ko-fi, GoFundMe, Amazon Wishlist, PayPal, CashApp, or Venmo. I apologize for even mentioning it, I know things are hard for everyone everywhere right now, so please do not feel obligated.

[totallysilvergirl]

A Thousand Words: Resuscitation

Inspired by the fabulous @dragonnan's Blood and Romance (included by permission)

*

Too old for this: my first half-thought as I flail and thrash my way back to consciousness. I’m underwater, aching to breathe, but I’ll die if I do; but it isn’t cold enough, I’m not wet, where the hell I hurt all over and something’s wrong, it’s dark where is Sherlock

If I’m not under water, I can breathe; I open my lips a hair and no water floods in, so I take a careful breath and it’s air. Not sweet, God no, tastes like mould and sewage, but definitely air, and shakily I suck it in.

I blink and try to focus but can’t see anything. Where the hell am I, and where is Sherlock? There—a second complete thought, even if it’s just the ragged scraps from before stringing together into sense, that’s got to be a good sign.

Okay. Okay. Stop, where am I. Listen.

In a silence so loud, a darkness so complete, I can hear my racing heartbeat even over my ragged panting—but nothing else, not close by. I can’t breathe through my nose at all. I try to shift to generate some sound, get some idea at least of what kind of surface I’m near or on. Take stock: everything hurts but I can’t tell from what, I can’t gather any sensory data to extrapolate anything from. (Sherlock would say, deduce. I’m not Sherlock. He’d know what to do to get some clarity here; I’m just starting to panic.)

finish reading on AO3

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A Thousand Words: A picture's proverbially worth a thousand words and often inspires them, though the words may be many more or many fewer, as the Muse decides. Each chapter is a one-shot, inspired (so far) by @kettykika78, @justanobsessedpan, @stephdrawsjohnlock, @bluebellofbakerstreet, @petite-madame, and now dragonnan: more to come.

Thank you to all the artists who do fanworks: you are a  constant inspiration. And to the betas (@copperplatebeech for this ficlet) you are a godsend. And to the readers: we wouldn't be posting our stories without you.

Thanks for reblogging! Let me know whether to tag or untag you.

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[calaisreno]

[phantomrose96]

After 13 years of this, it's still funny to me that detailing a full mental breakdown on tumblr is standard fare, but posting a nice selfie is a fraught decision.

[loki-zen]

this is the correct way around and every other social media site is wrong

[scrub456]

Reblogging with @helloliriels tags, because:

1. My thoughts exactly

2. Everyone deserves to read them and agree

[scrub456]

I struggled with posting this here, because it's so very personal. But I've been kinda MIA for a long while, and I felt like my friends deserved an explanation.

This is a long post. Also, TW: I'm going to be sharing health/medical issues, including post surgery complications. Nothing too detailed or gory, but just please be aware.

(TLDR: long post with personal medical details, and financial hardship following the cut)

Back in December, right before Christmas, I was in the hospital with cellulitis on my lower abdomen. It was a recurring issue over the past three years, and I had developed a few wounds that weren't healing well. I'd been seeing an infection specialist, and she expressed concern that because I had developed lymphedema in the area, surgery might be the only option.

So, after discussions with my primary care provider, and pulmonary specialist who agreed the constant wounds and infections were compounding my upper respiratory issues, I saw a surgeon. He immediately said the area of lymphedema was exceptionally bad, and the scope of the surgery was going to be a rather large area of my lower abdomen. He was amazed I walked into the appointment under my own strength, let alone was continuing to work.

By that point, I was in almost constant pain from the wounds, and the risk of further infection was too great. Plus, with my body constantly fighting, I was catching every virus that was going around, and my lungs were taking the hit. So I agreed to the surgery.

I had surgery on April 10th, and it went well, as far as removing the large area of lymphedema and wounds. I lost more blood than expected, and I was in ICU for three days, just to maintain constant care, then was in the surgical unit for five days. The surgeon was pleased, but we had to be vigilant for infection.

Things were going well, but then an area of the incision opened up, and less than a week after going home from the hospital, I was back in the hospital for observation. The area that had opened up was deep, and complex, and I ended up needing a wound vac. I was in the hospital for an additional five days, and the care that second stay was abysmal, and I actually feel like it set my recovery back by a week.

Now, almost six weeks later, the wound vac is doing its job, and the large area is healing well, though slow. But, another area on the incision has since opened. Not large enough to need the wound vac, but there have been some complications, needing addressed by the surgeon, and continued heavy antibiotics, which have their own unpleasantries, including digestive issues and the fact I cannot be on my anxiety meds as they will cause a negative reaction.

Most of the incision looks very good, and healing is happening, though it's taking longer than I'd hoped. The plan was to be off work for six weeks, but this past Wednesday the surgeon added another two weeks (eight total now), but said I need to prepare for longer, at least another month (almost three months), so the wound vac can continue to work and the second open area can heal.

I'm sorry it took so long to fill you in. You all mean the world to me, with your friendship, constant encouragement, and just the pure joy and loveliness you bring to my life with your art and writing and life observations. If you believe in prayer, please say a prayer, or send all the positive energy, for me and for my sister (my number one support system, who recently fought her own health battle against breast cancer - she's now cancer free, but there are still more preventative surgeries in her future, BUT she's learned all there is to know about my wound care from the home health nurse).

Now for the part I really hate. It honestly hurts me to ask this. It's a matter of pride, and humiliates me to do so, but since I'm off work, we're needing some help. I DO have insurance, though I have to pay for it off the Marketplace (which is akin to extortion), so that does help some with medical expenses (but it's not great - since I was working before now, even though I was part time, I don't qualify for medicaid or any government or medical assistance). The doctor office I work for is private practice, and we're too small to qualify for FMLA, so I'm waiting on a short term disability claim through Aflac to go through, but they've already denied it twice, and have been dragging their feet for weeks. I used up all my paid time off that first week. I've had no income since the end of April, and I don't know what we're going to do. It's the end of the month, and I'm facing a mountain of bills I don't have any way to pay, and we have basic household needs that we cannot afford because the government has also been fighting my sister on her disability income.

I know things are really, really hard for everyone right now, and I am humiliated needing to ask for help. Again. Please know, any contributions will go directly to maintaining housing, as well as covering utilities, basic needs, and medical needs, and transportation to medical appointments.

A friend suggested I create an Amazon Wishlist, items that will help with my care, and include things we use daily, as well as a Go Fund Me. I do have a Ko-Fi, PayPal (@AngelaGlassner), CashApp ($angmglass), and Venmo (@AngieGlassner).

I have no expectations of you, friends, and I mean that in the sincerest way possible. I know everyone is struggling right now, and if you cannot help, I understand. You must first take care of you and your family unit. I care for you all deeply, no matter what. And want you to know, that when I am able, I intend, as always, to pay it forward.

Thank you, lovelies, for taking the time to read through this. I wish all the very best things for you, and I appreciate you more than I can ever fully express.

[scrub456]

Thank you so much to all my lovelies who have reached out with love and encouragement... you've been boosting my mental health, which is in turn a good thing for my physical health and healing. You are making an impact for good in my life, and I am forever thankful for you.

And thank you to those who have given to help financially. I know things are so difficult for everyone right now, but just know both my sister and I appreciate you more than you can possibly know.

[scrub456]

*Medical Update*

Nothing graphic, just asking for prayers if you pray, or positive energy... There's been a complication on the incision site where the wound vac is. Not sure if it's a pocket of just fluid, or infection, or... what. But I will be having a CT scan on Thursday, and the surgeon will be evaluating it on Friday for next steps.

I'm really, really weary of this. Every positive step forward, there's another step back. I'm frustrated, and honestly my mental health/anxiety is not great this morning. I just want to be well. And every additional day of complications means additional days I can't return to work. Ugh.

I'm sorry, friends. I try as hard as I can to keep things at least a little positive here in my Tumblr space, but I'm really, really struggling to find the positive today.

[notjustamumj]

New Work

A bit of Heaven and Hell, and a new addition to the Words, Words, Words series: Panacea @chriscalledmesweetie @totallysilvergirl @scrub456 @imnova @calaisreno @almosttomorocco @peanitbear @raina-at

[scrub456]

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[justmurpheeandreblogs]

Being in the Sherlock Holmes fandom is so funny to me. In other fandoms I see people arguing about characters skintone, hair style/colour, age, race, ect. Meanwhile, there are so many Sherlock Holmes adaptions and reimaginings out there where I can scroll and see Holmes as an asian woman, Holmes as a magical girl, Holmes as a Russian, Holmes as a fucking mouse/dog and Holmes as an anime character and just be like: yep... that's good.

[im-just-a-lonely-potato-blog]

as long as there’s also a recognizable Watson shaped figure next to Holmes I’ll recognize them in any shape.

[abstractfrog]

The Disappearance of Lady Frances Carfax - Part Three

bonus under the cut

[calaisreno]

The Final Problem of Baz Culpeper, Ch 13

...The Final Chapter!

A candle (💗romance💗); an offer (YES); a party (is it my birthday?) The future begins (with a dance).

It's been such a pleasure to revisit John and Sherlock in this universe, and to have you along for the journey. Thank you for reading, thank you for your comments 💕

Thank you for reblogging! 💗

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[lisbeth-kk]

Sherlock fandom

Try Again

Rosie’s tantrum is about to reach epic proportions, and John needs to intervene. Immediately.

“It’s impossible! I will never be able to make it before he gets back!!!”

“Rosamund Watson, you can, and you will.”

“I only have one more chance, Dad! He’ll be here in less than fourteen minutes.”

God, do you even know how like him you are?

John looks fondly at his daughter, but she’s too distracted by her distress to observe it.

“Alright, sweetheart. Put that away for a second and come here.”

“There’s no time, Dad!”

“Yes, there is. Trust me.”

Rosie sighs dramatically, puts down the instrument, and approaches John tentatively. 

“Take my hands.”

Another sigh, but the girl surrenders.

John squeezes the small hands in his own and smiles down at the tense and slightly anxious girl in front of him.

“Inhale as deep as you can. Hold until I say so, then exhale.”

“Is this a doctor procedure?”

Her smile causes her body to visibly relax, and the tension in the room eases.

“Go on, now.”

After a few minutes, John is satisfied, and releases his grip.

“Try again,” he says softly and places a kiss on her forehead.

***

Sherlock is dead tired and just longs to get home to his two Watsons. He’s been in Paris for nearly a fortnight; hired by one of Mycroft’s associates to solve the theft of the crown jewels in the Louvre. The case had been excellent, apart from one significant thing: John didn’t have the opportunity to come with him.

Another thing that had irked him, was the timing regarding Rosie. A week before his departure, he had started to teach her La Vie en Rose. Tomorrow, she was supposed to perform it at school, which he knew she wasn’t capable of now, due to his long absence. Instead, she had to play one of the easier pieces she already knew by heart.

He feels like he’s failing her, even though John has assured him he’s doing nothing of the sort.

“It’s the Work, Sherlock. And you’re not the first parent who must travel and be away from – “

“But I’m not her parent, am I?”

“Perhaps not officially. Yet. But to her you are. And to me.”

***

His timing could not have been better, John thinks. Rosie has played through the piece nearly flawlessly two times already, and when she’s stretched and had a swig of water, it’s time for the last rehearsal of the day.

“Ready?” he whispers conspiratorially.

“Three is a charm, Nana says,” she replies.

“That’s my girl.”

Rosie lifts her bow and starts playing La Vie en Rose the second the front door closes behind Sherlock. John strains to hear if he’s ascending, but he also needs to pay attention to his daughter’s playing, so he nearly misses Sherlock’s appearance. 

“Oh,” Sherlock breathes almost inaudibly as tears stream down his cheeks.

Rosie prefers to face the window just as Sherlock does when he plays, and John isn’t sure she can see her Papa in the reflection of the glass surface.

John moves over to Sherlock who seemingly can’t avert his eyes from the playing girl. His hand covers his mouth, which probably is agape, and John decides to slide an arm around the man’s waist in case his knees give way.

***

Rosie, his beloved girl, is playing La Vie en Rose far better than Sherlock thought she would be able to do if he had stayed home instead of running off to France. How she’s accomplished that is a topic for another day or hour. For now, he revels in the beautiful music and how Rosie moves with it instead of standing ramrod straight like a pillar.

He feels John’s arm around him, but Sherlock is too absorbed in the music and the miracle that is Rosie Watson. Next month, his surname will be added, which he still can’t get his head around.

When the last tone has faded away, Rosie sets her violin and bow on the table and runs toward Sherlock. He falls to his knees and opens his arms to her. John mitigates the impact to prevent Sherlock from falling onto his back, by placing steady hands on his shoulders.

“I’ve missed you so much, Papa!”

“And I you, my heart. Your playing was extraordinary.”

“Yeah? Uncle Mycroft helped me a bit, and Dad found a tutorial video online who was really helpful too.”

“Ah.”

“Don’t be angry with him, alright?”

“I promise. For once, his aid was… noble.”

John chuckles behind him, and one of his hands – the left – ruffles his curls affectionately.

***

Later, when Rosie is tucked up in bed, John tells Sherlock about their daughter’s dramatic outburst.

“One more chance? Really, John?”

“Cross my heart. She takes after you, in my opinion.”

“Rude!”

“Truthful!”

“You are insufferable!”

“If you say so. And yet…”

“Yet what?”

“Aren’t you a genius?”

“Of course, I am.”

“Well, then?”

Sherlock sighs mock exasperated, buries his nose in John’s neck and whispers: “And yet, I am marrying you in sixteen days.”

“I should think so, my darling.”

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Working on something. Here's a... preview? Rough line art... idk.

***GoFundMe (for urgent medical expenses), Ko-Fi, PayPal, Venmo, CashApp, Amazon Wishlist***

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I'll be posting these, as well as updates, over on AO3 as well. 💙

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I struggled with posting this here, because it's so very personal. But I've been kinda MIA for a long while, and I felt like my friends deserved an explanation.

This is a long post. Also, TW: I'm going to be sharing health/medical issues, including post surgery complications. Nothing too detailed or gory, but just please be aware.

(TLDR: long post with personal medical details, and financial hardship following the cut)

Back in December, right before Christmas, I was in the hospital with cellulitis on my lower abdomen. It was a recurring issue over the past three years, and I had developed a few wounds that weren't healing well. I'd been seeing an infection specialist, and she expressed concern that because I had developed lymphedema in the area, surgery might be the only option.

So, after discussions with my primary care provider, and pulmonary specialist who agreed the constant wounds and infections were compounding my upper respiratory issues, I saw a surgeon. He immediately said the area of lymphedema was exceptionally bad, and the scope of the surgery was going to be a rather large area of my lower abdomen. He was amazed I walked into the appointment under my own strength, let alone was continuing to work.

By that point, I was in almost constant pain from the wounds, and the risk of further infection was too great. Plus, with my body constantly fighting, I was catching every virus that was going around, and my lungs were taking the hit. So I agreed to the surgery.

I had surgery on April 10th, and it went well, as far as removing the large area of lymphedema and wounds. I lost more blood than expected, and I was in ICU for three days, just to maintain constant care, then was in the surgical unit for five days. The surgeon was pleased, but we had to be vigilant for infection.

Things were going well, but then an area of the incision opened up, and less than a week after going home from the hospital, I was back in the hospital for observation. The area that had opened up was deep, and complex, and I ended up needing a wound vac. I was in the hospital for an additional five days, and the care that second stay was abysmal, and I actually feel like it set my recovery back by a week.

Now, almost six weeks later, the wound vac is doing its job, and the large area is healing well, though slow. But, another area on the incision has since opened. Not large enough to need the wound vac, but there have been some complications, needing addressed by the surgeon, and continued heavy antibiotics, which have their own unpleasantries, including digestive issues and the fact I cannot be on my anxiety meds as they will cause a negative reaction.

Most of the incision looks very good, and healing is happening, though it's taking longer than I'd hoped. The plan was to be off work for six weeks, but this past Wednesday the surgeon added another two weeks (eight total now), but said I need to prepare for longer, at least another month (almost three months), so the wound vac can continue to work and the second open area can heal.

I'm sorry it took so long to fill you in. You all mean the world to me, with your friendship, constant encouragement, and just the pure joy and loveliness you bring to my life with your art and writing and life observations. If you believe in prayer, please say a prayer, or send all the positive energy, for me and for my sister (my number one support system, who recently fought her own health battle against breast cancer - she's now cancer free, but there are still more preventative surgeries in her future, BUT she's learned all there is to know about my wound care from the home health nurse).

Now for the part I really hate. It honestly hurts me to ask this. It's a matter of pride, and humiliates me to do so, but since I'm off work, we're needing some help. I DO have insurance, though I have to pay for it off the Marketplace (which is akin to extortion), so that does help some with medical expenses (but it's not great - since I was working before now, even though I was part time, I don't qualify for medicaid or any government or medical assistance). The doctor office I work for is private practice, and we're too small to qualify for FMLA, so I'm waiting on a short term disability claim through Aflac to go through, but they've already denied it twice, and have been dragging their feet for weeks. I used up all my paid time off that first week. I've had no income since the end of April, and I don't know what we're going to do. It's the end of the month, and I'm facing a mountain of bills I don't have any way to pay, and we have basic household needs that we cannot afford because the government has also been fighting my sister on her disability income.

I know things are really, really hard for everyone right now, and I am humiliated needing to ask for help. Again. Please know, any contributions will go directly to maintaining housing, as well as covering utilities, basic needs, and medical needs, and transportation to medical appointments.

A friend suggested I create an Amazon Wishlist, items that will help with my care, and include things we use daily, as well as a Go Fund Me. I do have a Ko-Fi, PayPal (@AngelaGlassner), CashApp ($angmglass), and Venmo (@AngieGlassner).

I have no expectations of you, friends, and I mean that in the sincerest way possible. I know everyone is struggling right now, and if you cannot help, I understand. You must first take care of you and your family unit. I care for you all deeply, no matter what. And want you to know, that when I am able, I intend, as always, to pay it forward.

Thank you, lovelies, for taking the time to read through this. I wish all the very best things for you, and I appreciate you more than I can ever fully express.

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Thank you so much to all my lovelies who have reached out with love and encouragement... you've been boosting my mental health, which is in turn a good thing for my physical health and healing. You are making an impact for good in my life, and I am forever thankful for you.

And thank you to those who have given to help financially. I know things are so difficult for everyone right now, but just know both my sister and I appreciate you more than you can possibly know.

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I struggled with posting this here, because it's so very personal. But I've been kinda MIA for a long while, and I felt like my friends deserved an explanation.

This is a long post. Also, TW: I'm going to be sharing health/medical issues, including post surgery complications. Nothing too detailed or gory, but just please be aware.

(TLDR: long post with personal medical details, and financial hardship following the cut)

Back in December, right before Christmas, I was in the hospital with cellulitis on my lower abdomen. It was a recurring issue over the past three years, and I had developed a few wounds that weren't healing well. I'd been seeing an infection specialist, and she expressed concern that because I had developed lymphedema in the area, surgery might be the only option.

So, after discussions with my primary care provider, and pulmonary specialist who agreed the constant wounds and infections were compounding my upper respiratory issues, I saw a surgeon. He immediately said the area of lymphedema was exceptionally bad, and the scope of the surgery was going to be a rather large area of my lower abdomen. He was amazed I walked into the appointment under my own strength, let alone was continuing to work.

By that point, I was in almost constant pain from the wounds, and the risk of further infection was too great. Plus, with my body constantly fighting, I was catching every virus that was going around, and my lungs were taking the hit. So I agreed to the surgery.

I had surgery on April 10th, and it went well, as far as removing the large area of lymphedema and wounds. I lost more blood than expected, and I was in ICU for three days, just to maintain constant care, then was in the surgical unit for five days. The surgeon was pleased, but we had to be vigilant for infection.

Things were going well, but then an area of the incision opened up, and less than a week after going home from the hospital, I was back in the hospital for observation. The area that had opened up was deep, and complex, and I ended up needing a wound vac. I was in the hospital for an additional five days, and the care that second stay was abysmal, and I actually feel like it set my recovery back by a week.

Now, almost six weeks later, the wound vac is doing its job, and the large area is healing well, though slow. But, another area on the incision has since opened. Not large enough to need the wound vac, but there have been some complications, needing addressed by the surgeon, and continued heavy antibiotics, which have their own unpleasantries, including digestive issues and the fact I cannot be on my anxiety meds as they will cause a negative reaction.

Most of the incision looks very good, and healing is happening, though it's taking longer than I'd hoped. The plan was to be off work for six weeks, but this past Wednesday the surgeon added another two weeks (eight total now), but said I need to prepare for longer, at least another month (almost three months), so the wound vac can continue to work and the second open area can heal.

I'm sorry it took so long to fill you in. You all mean the world to me, with your friendship, constant encouragement, and just the pure joy and loveliness you bring to my life with your art and writing and life observations. If you believe in prayer, please say a prayer, or send all the positive energy, for me and for my sister (my number one support system, who recently fought her own health battle against breast cancer - she's now cancer free, but there are still more preventative surgeries in her future, BUT she's learned all there is to know about my wound care from the home health nurse).

Now for the part I really hate. It honestly hurts me to ask this. It's a matter of pride, and humiliates me to do so, but since I'm off work, we're needing some help. I DO have insurance, though I have to pay for it off the Marketplace (which is akin to extortion), so that does help some with medical expenses (but it's not great - since I was working before now, even though I was part time, I don't qualify for medicaid or any government or medical assistance). The doctor office I work for is private practice, and we're too small to qualify for FMLA, so I'm waiting on a short term disability claim through Aflac to go through, but they've already denied it twice, and have been dragging their feet for weeks. I used up all my paid time off that first week. I've had no income since the end of April, and I don't know what we're going to do. It's the end of the month, and I'm facing a mountain of bills I don't have any way to pay, and we have basic household needs that we cannot afford because the government has also been fighting my sister on her disability income.

I know things are really, really hard for everyone right now, and I am humiliated needing to ask for help. Again. Please know, any contributions will go directly to maintaining housing, as well as covering utilities, basic needs, and medical needs, and transportation to medical appointments.

A friend suggested I create an Amazon Wishlist, items that will help with my care, and include things we use daily, as well as a Go Fund Me. I do have a Ko-Fi, PayPal (@AngelaGlassner), CashApp ($angmglass), and Venmo (@AngieGlassner).

I have no expectations of you, friends, and I mean that in the sincerest way possible. I know everyone is struggling right now, and if you cannot help, I understand. You must first take care of you and your family unit. I care for you all deeply, no matter what. And want you to know, that when I am able, I intend, as always, to pay it forward.

Thank you, lovelies, for taking the time to read through this. I wish all the very best things for you, and I appreciate you more than I can ever fully express.

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Thank you so much to all my lovelies who have reached out with love and encouragement... you've been boosting my mental health, which is in turn a good thing for my physical health and healing. You are making an impact for good in my life, and I am forever thankful for you.

And thank you to those who have given to help financially. I know things are so difficult for everyone right now, but just know both my sister and I appreciate you more than you can possibly know.