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#systemic lupus erythematosus
thelupuslady · 1 year
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wheelie-sick · 1 month
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Hi!!!! I have a condition called Systemic Lupus Erythematosus which can be fatal without treatment. I'm currently on a biologic which is usually within my budget but last month was $800. this medication is life saving and unavoidable for me due to the severity of my condition. I don't have the money for this and neither does my family. my c@$h@pp is $alexmorgan004 if anyone could send me literally anything to help me pay this it would be so greatly appreciated.
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[ID: a cropped image of an itemized medical bill for saphnelo with an amount due of $819.20 dated 4/16/2024]
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gayaest · 9 months
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Rawiya — her name means “storyteller”. She loves nature and mori kei fashion, and enjoys sunsets! 🌾🐛👒🧸
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chronicsickness · 2 years
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I don’t think people understand the grieving you go through when you become chronically ill. The realization that you’ll never feel healthy again. That you’ll have this struggle and this pain for the rest of your life. That your body won’t ever be or feel the same that it used to. Sometimes I just sit and I cry and I grieve because I miss healthy me. I miss her so much.
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cryptar · 7 months
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the phrase 'you are your own worst enemy' phrase really hits dif with lupus huh
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indyviree · 4 months
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god, how i hate having lupus. everyone thinks im fucking helpless, and they underestimate me. and it fucking sucks because normally they're right. on certain days i physically can't participate in my hobbies bec i'm in horrible pain. because of it, people just think im lazy and disgusting. i can never win. i can't do anything right, i don't know why i thought i ever could.
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wanderingmind13 · 1 year
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Invisible implies unable to be seen
The diagnoses I carry are labeled as such and maybe people can’t imagine, don’t want to imagine but it’s easy to dismiss something you claim is hidden from sight
what I experience is far from unseen
My disease reveals itself in the armor I don for battle each day, compression as a second skin, braces and tapes to hold together tissue and bone frail and bird like
It is visible in the hours spent in waiting rooms, the familiarity of cold, clinical sterility associated with pain
My skin bears the burden of illness, marked with bruises and scarring delicate as aging paper
Punctured daily with medicine intended to heal glass bones but simultaneously eroding my spirit
At times flushing on my face akin to a butterfly’s resting place, red hot wings branded onto flesh
This malady is seen in the repeated fractures and tears, limping and adjusting to find relief
It is identified in my need to sit, the sweat that blossoms when I must stand, the blood pooling in extremities, swelled and discolored
Mostly it is evident in the absence of me, the late night gatherings that happen as I rest, physical activities exceeding what I can give
The pain and exhaustion dragging me back to a point of isolation, one from which I’d escape if I could
The manifestations are intricate but revealed with empathy and the mindful gathering of information
To call my conditions invisible negates the palpable evidence of affliction
Minimizes my experience
And exacerbates my pain
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sillymcrandom · 4 months
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one time i was on roblox and i said i was physically disabled and someone was like “whats wrong w you” and i said i had lupus and possibly other stuff and they were like “thats not a disability you gotta be in a wheelchair or missing limbs or something” like….bro how is that NOT a disability 😭😭
(also this is no dig at anyone whos a wheelchair user or has limb differences i love/care yall [platonically] im just sick of ppl that have very narrow views of disability)
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pinxyreaps · 6 months
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It’s sad how much this happen. Every-time either my blood squirts out my arm or they can’t find it and have to do a sonogram on my arm.
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sedehaven · 1 month
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Abide
a space of naked skin, pale as sour milk, at the crown of my head, hair falling like spiderwebs
covering nothing
my liver swells past the boney constraint of ribs, a hardness that calls my fingers to rest there,
a blind of fingers and palm
this lump of flesh presses down, intruding into empty space, into my bladder and bowel -- both scream urgency, even
empty, they are haunted
the vertigo crashes over me like ocean, dredging up scattered light, fractured seizures, the rattling breath of dying neurons
i am a house, falling
cobwebs and cages, rickety beams and the wail of lost souls, lights flickering, death making his inspection, finding the rot
yet still, i live yet still, i abide
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berberriescorner · 5 months
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Sooo…I had a follow up with my hematologist.
Guess who starts yet another cycle of iron infusions next week?!
This lady 🤦🏾‍♀️. I’d go into detail, but at this point who knows what the real answer is 🤷🏾‍♀️. I’m just venting lovelies. Tired of being tired. Tired of being out of breath. Tired of lupus flare ups. Sick and tired of being sick and tired.
Yes, you get used to it, but man! I want to get back to a place where I have enough energy to do the things I love. Welp I guess it’s good I ordered all those damn books lmao! Now I’ll have new reading material for my infusion appointments😆😩🥹.
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Okay enough of being an emotional lil bish. Back to being a sensitive thug😆😂🤣.
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How my babies doing though?!
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wheelie-sick · 1 year
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shout out to the people whose illness caused them to lose their hair
shout out to the people whose medications caused them to lose their hair
shout out to the people whose hair is completely gone
shout out to the people who have bald patches
shout out to the people whose hair is thin
shout out to the people who choose to cover and hide their hair loss
shout out to the people who embrace their hair loss
you all deserve the world
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gayaest · 8 months
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A hangout at “the sea” 🌊🌤️🌈🌺
[ID in alt-text] Gali, Rawiya, and Hiraya!
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sparkles-and-trash · 6 months
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🧵 health, ableism ++
Yesterday a doctor, a seasoned guy who’s worked 40+ years, told me the reason I’ve met so much resistance with the health system;
Here, the doctors see you as «a waste of reasources» after three spinal/back related related surgeries.
I was 19 when I reached their limit.
They deemed me a lost cause at 19, years old.
The reason I had those two extra surgeries after the first, big one?
The healthcare system trying to save money.
Today, everyone who gets a scoliosis surgery like mine gets titanium right away.
When I was 13, got made 7 cm taller, got two rods and 20 bolts drilled into my spine, it was just steel.
I had a violent reaction that turned to all of this getting infected and that worsened until I was 16, when they finally made the switch to titanium.
But by then it was too late, and the infection got worse as it returned, and at 19 I had to have it all removed, which is high risk and still scary.
My spine is so fragile and fucked up now.
This all turned into other issues, and since then I have been diagnosed with chronic migraines, lupus, pcos, and endometriosis.
The first one is the only one I’ve been offered any long lasting treatment for, and now it makes sense.
After a lot of fighting I am now getting surgery for my endo, but that took years of work.
And now I know why.
Lupus is a serious fucking condition.
They all are, but if one of them is gonna kill me anytime soon, chances are the lupus will do the job.
But the only treatment they’re willing to offer at this time is pain management.
Maybe, when, not if, when, I get worse they’ll try something else, but probably not.
Because I’m a lost cause, a moneypit, a person beyond the hope of rehabilitating enough to help society.
But I’m still a person.
I deserve a life, and I know I, even if a wreck, can do little things to make others happy.
Make a little bit of change.
A disabled friend once told me he’s so tired of having to be either a hero or a tragedy to able bodies people.
Because sometimes, we’re both. Or neither. And that’s okay.
We are so much more than ableism wants us to be.
I’m not even sure what I wanted to say with this, other than the fact that I know talking about these things are the only ways things change, that people open their eyes, and that we can grow together.
Thank you so, so much if you read all of this.
Thank you ♥️
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kellylynncurry · 21 days
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As I tear at the walls of my body, my home
I suffer and I bleed
The loathing bombards the scars, freckles, and stretch marks
I try to rebuild; to patch myself up with self-assurances
Building bricks of love and happiness
To not grow into any set mold
To blossom into a wildflower:
Fierce, delicate, blooming.
— Kelly Lynn Curry
Book: Radiant Poppy
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chronicsickness · 1 year
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the amount of medical gaslighting that happens to people with chronic illness is so disappointing. Every single chronically ill person that I know have experienced some form of it. I feel like there should be guidelines in place before people in the medical field are able to throw someone’s mental health, age, or appearance in their face. So many people get sicker or go undiagnosed and without treatment for so long because of this. It breaks my heart looking back at the way I used to have to beg for help and leave every appoint disappointed and in tears because no one would take me seriously. My heart goes out to anyone in the midst of that. Please don’t be afraid to let them know if you think they’re wrong, please don’t be afraid to advocate for yourself. I wish I did sooner. I waited 5 years to find a good team of doctors and a diagnosis. It takes most people 6-10. It shouldn’t be like this.
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