I am sick. I periodically spend time alternating between praying to the porcelain god and peeing out my ass, as my sister somehow eloquently puts it.
Good news is that my body picked a day when I don't have to work to contract the plague. Bad news is that the REASON I'm off work is because I requested today off for an eye exam. I have been trying to get in since FEBRUARY. I am not resheduling. Pray for me that I get through the exam without embarrassing myself.
Second bit of good news is that this last round wasn't as bad as the round before. So, maybe whatever it is is getting better. Fingers crossed.
Now I'm trying to decide if I want to even bother putting my dentures in. Not sure what stomach acid will do to them. And don't really want bile and regurgitated food getting stuck under them. Not to mention the possibility of the force of my heaving knocking them out. This is where it would be nice if they fit well enough to not need adhesive, LOL.
What if there was an Intrulogical plage doctor Au, where Logan was a doctor, and Remus is an artist who refuses to leave his home untill his painting is complete.
Either A: Remus catches the plage from Logan, bc the theory of germs doesn't really exist yet.
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Or B: Logan visits often, and the story is of Remus slowly finishing his painting. And Logan's story's if all the sick and dying people he sees daily that he tells Remus as he works.
The ending painting I imagine is of his Brother, who's currently abroad. He hasn't heard from him in months, and suspects that he's sick, or dead. So it's of Roman in his old bed, weak. Surrounded by angels that look a little to similar to Logan working to heal him.
“Apologies...I tire quite easily.” Was all he said as Viktor sat down on a bench, knowing he shouldn’t have walked so far from home on a day when he’d already had a long day. While his magiked hand and leg were still working fine, his health was still declining, the inventor focused on getting home as well as finding a way to heal himself. To survive. But for now, he had concerned someone else walking on this path. “I did not mean to alarm you.”
Memories of the event for Joseph, where fuzzy and the most he could remember was collapsing into a heap on the floor after violently vomiting into a vase. Once awake and at the hospital he learnt that he had been poisoned in a random unknown attack on the Gala. For most of the morning he laid awake, watching the activities that were taking place outside his hospital room. Being stuck in Hospital, with various tubes and wears coming from was a living hell for him. There was no privacy nor was there any dignity in being stuck in a gown. Seeing the familiar face of Stella stood in the door-frame, lightened his mood significantly. He had been worried about whether she had been affected by the food, so was relieved to see her standing well and clearly not in a hospital gown. “Thank Goodness you are okay, I was beginning to wonder if I needed to break you out.”
TW: Anxiety, mental health, chronic illness, chronic pain, chronic fatigue (I will put these in the tags too.)
I’m not sure what to say, but I feel crappy and need to vent.
I’ve lived with anxiety my whole life. A bunch of years ago I finally decided to get help and my only regret is not doing that earlier. It took some time and adjustments, but the antidepressive meds started working and has done so pretty well ever since (I also had a very sweet and helpful psychologist). However, every now and then I have periods with more anxiety. Now is one of them.
Also my ME (aka CFS) and/or SLE (aka Lupus) is doing their best to be complete bastards. (I have very similar symptoms from both of them so it’s hard to know wich one is acting up). I’ve been sleeping for up to 20 hours/day the last couple of days. It’s ridiculous even by my standards. I’m. Just. Always. Tired. And then there’s the joint pain and all that other crap of course, but the chronic fatigue is seriously the worst part of it.
Ok, I think I’m done ranting for now. Feels a bit better. If anyone with similar problems or whatnot wants to talk that would be nice. Leave a comment or DM me. My inbox is always open for fellow spoonies, or anyone who wants/needs to talk really. Take Care guys!
Mercedes & Amelia Jones || 2/15/20 || Secrets and Illness
Mercedes closed her eyes trying to steadying her breathing. This was a common occurrence but it didn’t make when it happened any easier. Her mother’s words rang in her head. She closed her eyes as her mother’s voice came through the phone. “You are being childish Mercedes. You can’t keep dealing with this on your own.” her mother said. “If you don’t get yourself a support team or at least someone to help you when something like this happens... I worry about you.”
Mercedes sighed. She was right of course. The scare she just had, it took her out for the rest of the week. She had to stay in her room wearing a hospital mask until she had been on the meds for at least four days. But how could she tell her friends? She couldn’t see that look on their faces, that one that told her just how sad they were for her, just how sorry they felt for her. That look that made them look at her like she was easily broken. The look everyone at her school gave her after the incident. The look her parents gave her from the moment they found out what happened.
“No, I can’t tell them.” She said sadly. “Mom I can handle it.”
“Mercedes you almost passed out. if you didn’t catch your symptoms and made your way to the Nurse...you are my only daughter baby, I just want you to be safe.”
“I am safe I monitor myself I am keeping myself in my room until these new meds kick in.”
“Thats it I am catching a flight I will be there in a few hours.”
Mercedes sighed. “Mother I am fine. I promise, Please let me deal with this the way I want.”
“Then have the surgery.” Mercedes breathed and Amelia continued. “Just have the surgery and you will be okay.”
“But you dont know that for sure...its too risky.”
Amelia had more to say bu she didn’t not yet. “Look, please just tell one person. Thats it so when things are bad...I know someone is there until your dad and I can get there.”
Mercedes knew she wouldn’t give up, so she just sighed. “I will try. I will.”
Amelia sighed. “Okay, look I will let you go and check on you later okay. I love you.”
“I love you too.” She said softly. Hanging up she sighed closing her eyes. She would say it was the flu, that way she knew no one would bother her, even if it was lonely, this was the life she had to live in order to make sure she never felt so weak and small again.
Sorry for the disappearing! Somehow I got food poisoning and it’s just been well,awful. I’m starting to feel a little better, should be back to my old self tomorrow! Just wanted to let everyone know!
