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sugas6thtooth · 2 months
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It is no secret that Israel attacks the most vulnerable and will do so by any means. The truth is in everyone's face yet so many people refuse to see this as a genocide.
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crippledpunks · 5 months
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i love you so much if you are diabetic, or pre-diabetic. our society treats diabetes so poorly. it's such a readily mocked condition, people often times resort to blaming the individual for having it, even going so far as to pass judgment on the diabetic's character, regardless of what type of diabetes they have.
diabetics are wonderful and deserve to love themselves regardless of whether or not they 'gave' themselves their diabetes. whether or not the person is "unhealthy" whether or not the person eats "right" or knows how to eat in ways that are safer for their body doesn't matter, they still deserve love, respect, and compassion.
diabetes is not a fucking judge of character. diabetics deserve better. diabetics deserve respect. diabetics deserve to be recognized as disabled. diabetics deserve kindness, love, care, compassion, and support. no matter what.
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glitchedgirly · 2 months
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I just realized something kinda mindblowing abt q!etoiles' lore! There's actually a semi-canon explanation for his diabetes; it's just not surface level apparent.
I was chillin and watchin a video (this one) abt writing. In the middle (abt 3 mins in), Red goes off on a side tangent abt how the amount of sugars produced by a theoretically photosynthetic human would be abt 4x more sugar than the human body could provide, which is essentially the starting point for diabetes. (source? im diabetic)
It's been repeatedly stated in qsmp that Etoiles isn't human. Instead, he's a cucumber hybrid. What exactly this means (other than green skin) is left pretty vague… However, Etoiles being photosynthetic isn't exactly an uncommon headcanon. It logically and scientifically follows that the excess sugar created by the photosynthesis plus any carbs that etoiles eats plus any sugars that are naturally created in his body would be more than enough to cause serious medical issues and warrant the use of insulin and a diabetes diagnosis
obvi, I realize that the main explanation of why q!etoiles is diabetic is because cc!etoiles is diabetic, but I think that it's cool that there's a possible in-world explanation as well (aside from him just getting the short end of the stick) What are y'all's thoughts?
TLDR: q!etoiles is diabetic bc he's a cucumber hybrid and possibly photosynthetic which overloads his body with sugars
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ouchiehaver · 9 days
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Help for Hamza, Remas, and Haidar!
Diabetic young man and his siblings need to evacuate Gaza urgently
They're a little over 72% funded. I would really like to see these three make it to safety, stay together, and be able to continue their studies!
Please share with anyone who can spare anything at all. I will also be emailing some orgs to ask that the staff consider donating if not make a formal donation.
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In their own words:
Remas: "We are three brothers. You may know us or you may be seeing us for the first time." Hamza: "We had big dreams and great ambitions but the war destroyed all our dreams and ambitions. I am Hamza (18y/o) and I suffer from diabetes. The reason I developed diabetes was the war on Gaza in 2014. I am a highschool student. I dreamed of becoming a diabetes doctor, but the war came and destroyed all my dreams including my school." Remas: "I am Remas (15y/o). My school was bombed and I don't know where I will continue my studies after the war." Hamza: "Our older brother, Haider studies English Language Literature, Translation Branch at the Islamic University--the university that was bombed and blown up in the ground in this war. There is no place to study after the war. We wanted to come out with this video so you can help us get out of the Gaza Strip after the occupation prevented the entry of insulin into the Gaza Strip. This is something that causes me danger." Remas: "So we made a GFM link so we can get out of Gaza to achieve our ambitions and dreams." Hamza: "I hope everyone can help us through the link share this video with everyone and, God willing, we will be able to achieve our dreams."
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gobblemonster300000 · 3 months
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O don't have the meme font but wtv
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littlemissomega · 7 months
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How Low Can You Go ?
Diabetic!reader x Stucky
Summary: reader’s blood sugar drops in the middle of the night
Warnings: Dangerously low blood sugar, low blood sugar symptoms (head racing, shaky, brain fog), crying, blood, mention of glucose tablets (which is kinda a medication? It helps get your blood sugar up), orange juice, fluff, pet names (Ladybug, princess, sweetie, honey, etc)
Short and sweet enough to give your hyperglycemia (high blood sugar)
For reference, any blood sugar below 70-80- depending on your dr- is considered low
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Why is my heart pounding? Y/N wonders groggily as her eyes flutter open. She can tell something is wrong. Her skin feels clammy and her whole body is shaking. Y/N slowly sits up, looking around confused. Her brain feels foggy and she can’t think straight. Tear well in her eyes from the frustration and she put her face in her hands.
“Are you okay, baby?” Bucky asks, voice thick with sleep.
Y/N bursts out in tears and he shoots up in bed.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” he asks, putting a hand on her cheek. Her skin is cold and sticky under his palm, “Steve, wake up,”
Y/N feels Steve sturs and sits up on her other side.
“Ladybug, what’s wrong?” Steve asks, rubbing her back.
“Don’t kn-know can’t think heart don’t know don’t fee-feel good,” Y/N sniffles.
“What’s your blood sugar?” Bucky asks, turning on the lamp.
Y/N squeezes her eyes shut, nuzzles her face into Steve’s chest in the bright light.
“Huh? Don’t know too dizzy,” she whimpers.
“It’s okay, princess, we’ll make it all better,” Steve soothes, wrapping his arm around her and Bucky grabs her phone off the nightstand.
  Bucky goes straight to her Dexcom app.
“Shit,” he mumbles, pushing the blankets off and jumping out of bed.
“What? What is it?” Steve asks, tightening his grip about Y/N
“40.1 (2.2mmol/L) with double arrows down,” Bucky calls as he runs down the hall to the kitchen.
Bucky’s hands tremble as he grabs two bottles of orange juice from the fridge, as well as Y/N’s glucose tablets.
“Let’s manually check, baby,” Steve suggests, gently turning her so her back is against his chest. He grabs her diabetes bag off the nightstand and gets the glucometer (what checks how much sugar is in your blood) out. He quickly puts a strip in before getting the lancet (finger pricker) out. He quickly cleans her shaking index finger with an alcohol swab before pricking this finger.
“Oww Stevie,” Y/N whines.
“I know baby, I’m sorry,” he soothes, wiping the blood up with the strip. Steve lifts her still bleeding finger to his lips and sucks on it gently. 3…2…1…
“39.3, Buck!” Steve calls, releasing her finger with a pop.
“That bad?” Y/N slurs.
“Don’t close your eyes, Ladybug, Bucky will be right back,” Steve tells Y/N, gently tapping her cheek as her eyes start to close.
“Don’t li-like it,” she responds. Steve wipes the tears from her cheeks.
“I know, baby. Here’s Bucky!” Steve points out as Bucky plops down on the bed.
“Here you go, Ladybug,” Bucky voices, opening the orange juice and lifting it to her lips.
Y/N struggles to part her dry lips, still feeling confused. The sugary, tart juice is a shock to her system and she almost chokes on it.
“There you go, baby, think up,” Steve whispers, placing a hand on the back of her head.
“Take this too,” Bucky adds, opening the glucose tablets and getting two out. He gently parts her lips with his thumb and places them on her tongue before lifting the juice back up. She swallows them without hesitating.
“You’re doing so good, honey,” Steve soothes, “Keep drinking it,”
Y/N obeys, swallowing until the last drop is gone.
“Do you think that’s enough?” Steve whispers.
“I think? I don’t wanna overtreat and it goes high. Let’s just wait 15 minutes and recheck,”
“Bucky?” 
“Yes, baby,” Bucky responds, putting a hand on his girlfriend’s leg.
“I’m sor…sorry I woke you up,” she stutters.
“It’s okay princess! I’m sorry you’re feeling icky. You’re gonna start feeling better soon, honey,” 
Bucky places a hand on Y/N’s cheek and she leans into it.
“I love you,” she mumbles.
“I love you too,” Bucky smiles.
“And I love you,” Y/N repeats, flopping her head back on Steve’s shoulder.
“And I love you too, Ladybug,” Steve chuckles, “You’re our best girl. Always,”
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zvdvdlvr · 4 months
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— Are You Gonna Kiss Me, or What?
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🎵 synopsis. Mike’s normal, utterly boring day is pleasantly interrupted by a diabetic whirlwind.
🎵 warnings. Finger pricking. Foul language.
🎵 author’s note. Shoutout to @paxamillius for writing this with me and for helping me write a realistic diabetic character.
🎵 tracklist. <Track One.> <Track Two.> <Track Three.>
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mike shook his head, re-reading the sequence of numbers written in small, practised handwriting. a small smile pulled at his lips. despite having already memorized the number and how to spell your name, he kept glancing down at the slip of paper and running his thumb over the now-smudging pen ink.
with abby already asleep, mike debates if he should call or not. he doesn’t want to wake abby, but he really wants nothing more than to keep talking with the woman that (quite literally) fell into his arms.
mike exhaled. as long as he was quiet he supposed he could stay up and talk to her- y/n. y/n l/n.
slowly mike dialed her phone number; already imagining her voice from the other line.
the line didn’t ring twice before she picked up. “hello?” she answered, her voice having that smile that mike swears made the sun shine a little brighter.
“uh, hi. this- this is y/n, right? it’s-“ mike started, tripping over his words.
“mike! mike schmidt from the mall, yeah?”
another smile: wider this time though. mike beamed. “yeah, that’s me. mike from the mall.”
——👾; 6 hours earlier
the world was spinning, blurring. y/n cursed herself once again for her forgetfulness- she had a tendency to completely ignore her health until something like this happens.
y/n’s blood sugar was extremely low. she knew she needed something fast acting: juice, fruit snacks, soda… a slushie even. but with the way y/n could function, ordering something for herself would be out of the question.
maybe walking blindly into someone will help, was y/n’s rationale. so she carefully walked the best she could to someone, occasionally slamming into a bench or counter.
y/n’s head was spinning. she cursed her pancreas for failing to do it’s one and only job.
"oh dear lord," y/n mumbled. her legs struggled to keep her upright, let alone get her anywhere. her vision was fuzzy and the edges faded in and out, black dots swimming in her line of sight. y/n cursed herself- yet again- for being as careless as she was.
getting a few weird stares and several people backing away from y/n, someone finally approached her.
"are you drunk?" a blob- man?- asked . "ma'am, consumption of alcohol and being under the influence is not permitted inside of the mall, so i'm going to have to-"
"nononono, ‘m notdrunk…" y/n's words were sloppy and rushed. Hoping and praying he believed her, she wobbled a little bit on her feet.
Her body was trembling from the adrenaline and her legs desperately threatened to come out from underneath her. "im… diabetic," she paused, swallowing. "imhaving a hypoglycemia episode." sweat trickled down the back of her neck, making her wince at the feeling. "i need… i need food, like, now, beforeipassout, andgo intoa coma" y/n took a deep breath.
the man looked around. y/n was getting weaker by the second. her legs still felt like toothpicks and jello, with nothing left to support her. "i need… i need to sit…” y/n tried to stay on her feet, but her legs went slack and she was suddenly falling.
An arm wrapped around her waist. “No,” he mumbled quietly. “You gotta show me what to get you.” The man asked. He hoisted y/n in the air, shifting her weight and carrying her bridal style to the food court. “Alright… we got… pretzels, pizza, slushies, popcor-“
"slushies." y/n answered, a barely audible sound.
he nodded.
the man cut in front of the small line at a vendor and carefully set her in a chair. "i need two red slushies, the biggest size you have. please." he pulls out his wallet and slams a few crumpled dollar bills on the counter.
the worker stared at him for a second. "mike, you work here but you have to go to the back of the li-" the woman started.
"I’m sorry, Wendy but it's a medical emergency, she's diabetic and is really close to going into a coma, so im gonna need you to hurry,” mike rushed out, sneaking a glance back at y/n. She was pale and very clammy. It was obvious that she’d pass out soon.
Wendy followed Mike’s gaze and swallowed nervously. Then she turned on her heels and got to work.
y/n had her head in her arms, resting it on the table. she felt like shit. I wish i knew his name, she thought to herself. heat flashed through her body and her hands shook furiously, she felt like she had just run a marathon but hadn't moved an inch. she tried to distract herself from how horrible she felt, what had she done to get this low? Ah that's right. she had overcorrected for a stubborn high, then guess the amount of insulin for a giant drink, which she then proceeded to spill. Shit! she hadn't eaten anything to make up for the insulin she had given.
the man came back with two huge red slushies and says: “please drink this." he sets one down in front of her, and y/n pulls it towards herself and takes a sip.
mike- focused on making sure that the woman was alright- finally registered the whispers and snickers of passerby.
“Come with me," he murmurs. Mike gently grasps her again, handing her the second slushie. "Hold on to those for me, please.” Mike carries her into a small, office-looking room. He carefully sets y/n down against a wall, and he sinks down the wall beside her. Mike holds his hand out for his slushie and waits until y/n hands it to him.
"Uh… wait, i think that's the one i drank out of." She took the drink out of his hands and placed the other one in it. "No, actually this is the one i didn't drink out of. Here switch me again."
"Please just drink the slushie," he sighed.
After about 10 minuets y/n’s blood sugar started to come back up. it was hovering in the 40-50 range which was better than what it had been but still way too low for y/n to drive home. “Hey can you check something for me?" she asked, her vision still a little swirly and her hands still shaking.
Now y/n was able to read Mike’s nametag- which thankfully had a large font. “Hi Mike,” she added with a smile.
Mike smiled back at her, eyes softening slightly at her smile- it lit up her face. “What do you need me to do? Oh and, uh, what’s your name?”
"My name is y/n, but I need you to check something on my insulin pump, my vision is still a little...weird." She motioned towards her eyes. Unable to see small things with her current impaired eyesight, it would be quite a struggle to do it herself. She pulled out the small device. Turning it on she opened it up and turned the screen towards him. "That really little number down at the bottom."
Mike takes the device and squints at the tiny numbers. "It says... 10.7 u. Is that good or bad?" he blinks.
"Oh my god,” y/n groaned. “The one time i decide to pre-bolus, this happens. 10.7 units of unnecessary insulin. Sorry for interrupting and everything. I really should've been better about it." y/n shook her head.
"Hey as long as you're okay then it's totally fine. We can spend as long as you need to in here. I don't really have anywhere i need to be and this is a lot more eventful than what I normally do anyway… I’m not really complaining." Mike glances at his watch.
After a while of waiting and periodic finger pokes y/n's blood sugar returned to a safe enough number to drive home. They had sat talking to each other the entire time. y/n learned about Abby and about Garrett, and how his mom died and dad left.
"Well, I should get going. Thank you so much for everything, Mike." y/n smiles and smiles at him. A smile that just… lights up her face. Her eyes crinkle and a dimple appeared on her right cheek. Mike swears he almost swoons- he’s never had a (pretty) girl look at him like that.
Before she gets up, y/n tilts Mike’s head towards her and she places a delicate kiss on his cheek.
Mike swallows. He knows he’s probably overthinking it, just a simple thank you he reasons. So why did y/n’s eyes dart to his lips before getting up and heading for the door?
y/n has her stuff packed up before Mike realizes it. He watches her pick up her empty cup and toss it into the trash can. But before she leaves-
"Can I- uh," Mike stops y/n, voice breathless. "Is there any chance i can get your phone number? Just, uhm, in case you....y-know... need something again."
So Mike watches y/n write down her name and telephone number on a piece of paper. He watches the way a flush appeared on the apples of her cheeks. Mike watches her offer the paper to him and delights in the way she smiles again. But this time her smile is more bashful, more shy. Mike thinks it’s adorable.
“Thank you,” Mike murmurs, taking the paper. Her fingers brushed his and the flush darkens.
“I should be thanking you, Mike,” y/n says.
Mike can’t think of what to say next. He just stands there, falling further and further into y/n’s eyes. Slowly, cautiously, Mike reaches a hand out to y/n’s waist. She closes the space between them, letting herself be pulled into Mike’s arms.
Her hands wrap around Mike’s back in an embrace, but still looking at him, waiting for his next move.
“Mike?”
“Hm?”
“Are you gonna kiss me, or what?”
Mike leans down and presses his lips to y/n’s, tasting the flavor of the slushie on her lips. He feels y/n sigh against his lips, like she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
All too soon, y/n pulled away. “You should get back to work,” she whispers.
“Yeah,” Mike whisperes back.
“Call me, Mike.”
“I will,” he murmurs, lips still tender from their kiss.
——👾; present time
“I’m free this weekend- if, y’know, you want to go get dinner or something. Abby can come too if you want,” y/n says over the phone.
In all honesty, Mike’s surprised y/n remembers Abby, even though they only talked about six hours ago. “Sure! Where do you-“ Mike swallows, “where do you want to go?” He doesn’t want to go anywhere too expensive even though he wish he could. He just couldn’t afford that.
“I’m okay with anything, homestly. Abby can pick if she comes.”
Mike smiles. “I’ll talk to her about it.” He knows Abby would say yes.
The phone crackles as the two fall into momentary silence.
“I’m glad you called,” y/n admits.
”I’m glad I called, too,” Mike replies.
He doesn’t remember the last time he’d felt this happy. In fact, Mike doesn’t think he’s ever been this happy. Ever. So as he sat there, talking to y/n, Mike told himself that she was good. Good for him, for Abby. This had to be the start of something better; a change in his life, perhaps.
Even later, when Mike was getting ready to sleep, he fell asleep thinking of her.
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zurko48 · 1 month
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extremely selfish of you to be born needing help, maybe try killing yourself instead?
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softlydiabetic · 1 year
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if youre ever going low but think "hmm i'm too lazy to go eat something maybe it'll go away in a couple minutes" dont listen. thats the devil talking
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jessicathorst · 8 months
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Do talk to me and my daughters. (We love the attention 😘)
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jamicha · 4 months
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as a t1 diabetic, every time i eat something i dont particularly like to prevent my blood sugar from dropping, i feel like im in mother nature foraging for whatever foods are available to survive
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"anyone can be vegan!" just say you don't understand or respect the dietary needs of diabetics and go...........
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paxamillius · 4 months
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-Are You Gonna Kiss Me Or What?
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🎧 synopsis: Mikes normal, utterly boring day is pleasantly interrupted by a diabetic whirlwind.
🎧 warnings: finger pricking, foul language
🎧 authors note: big thanks to @zvdvdlvr for helping me, it wouldn't exist without you.🤍
。・:*:・゚★,。・:*:・゚☆。・:*:・゚★,。・:*:・゚☆。・:*:・゚★
mike shook his head, re-reading the sequence of numbers written in small, practised handwriting. a small smile pulled at his lips. despite having already memorized the number and how to spell your name, he kept glancing down at the slip of paper and running his thumb over the now-smudging pen ink. 
with abby already asleep, mike debates if he should call or not. he doesn’t want to wake abby, but he really wants nothing more than to keep talking with the woman that (quite literally) fell into his arms. 
mike exhaled. as long as he was quiet he supposed he could stay up and talk to her- y/n. y/n l/n. 
slowly mike dialed her phone number; already imagining her voice from the other line.
the line didn’t ring twice before she picked up. “hello?” she answered, her voice having that smile that mike swears made the sun shine a little brighter. 
“uh, hi. this- this is y/n, right? it’s-“ mike started, tripping over his words.
“mike! mike schmidt from the mall, yeah?”
another smile: wider this time though. mike beamed. “yeah, that’s me. mike from the mall.”
——👾; 6 hours earlier
the world was spinning, blurring. y/n cursed herself once again for her forgetfulness- she had a tendency to completely ignore her health until something like this happens. 
y/n’s blood sugar was extremely low. she knew she needed something fast acting: juice, fruit snacks, soda… a slushie even. but with the way y/n could function, ordering something for herself would be out of the question. 
maybe walking blindly into someone will help, was y/n’s rationale. so she carefully walked the best she could to someone, occasionally slamming into a bench or counter. 
y/n’s head was spinning. she cursed her pancreas for failing to do it’s one and only job. 
"oh dear lord," y/n mumbled. her legs struggled to keep her upright, let alone get her anywhere. her vision was fuzzy and the edges faded in and out, black dots swimming in her line of sight. y/n cursed herself- yet again- for being as careless as she was.
getting a few weird stares and several people backing away from y/n, someone finally approached her. 
"are you drunk?" a blob- man?- asked . "ma'am, consumption of alcohol and being under the influence is not permitted inside of the mall, so i'm going to have to-" 
"nononono, ‘m notdrunk…" y/n's words were sloppy and rushed. Hoping and praying he believed her, she wobbled a little bit on her feet.
Her body was trembling from the adrenaline and her legs desperately threatened to come out from underneath her. "im… diabetic," she paused, swallowing. "imhaving a hypoglycemia episode." sweat trickled down the back of her neck, making her wince at the feeling. "i need… i need food, like, now, beforeipassout, andgo intoa coma" y/n took a deep breath. 
the man looked around. y/n was getting weaker by the second. her legs still felt like toothpicks and jello, with nothing left to support her. "i need… i need to sit…” y/n tried to stay on her feet, but her legs went slack and she was suddenly falling. 
An arm wrapped around her waist. “No,” he mumbled quietly. “You gotta show me what to get you.” The man asked. He hoisted y/n in the air, shifting her weight and carrying her bridal style to the food court. “Alright… we got… pretzels, pizza, slushies, popcor-“
 "slushies." y/n answered, a barely audible sound. 
he nodded.
the man cut in front of the small line at a vendor and carefully set her in a chair.   "i need two red slushies, the biggest size you have. please." he pulls out his wallet and slams a few crumpled dollar bills on the counter. 
the worker stared at him for a second. "mike, you work here but you have to go to the back of the li-" the woman started.
"I’m sorry, Wendy but it's a medical emergency, she's diabetic and is really close to going into a coma, so im gonna need you to hurry,” mike rushed out, sneaking a glance back at y/n. She was pale and very clammy. It was obvious that she’d pass out soon.
Wendy followed Mike’s gaze and swallowed nervously. Then she turned on her heels and got to work. 
y/n had her head in her arms, resting it on the table. she felt like shit. I wish i knew his name, she thought to herself. heat flashed through her body and her hands shook furiously, she felt like she had just run a marathon but hadn't moved an inch. she tried to distract herself from how horrible she felt, what had she done to get this low?  Ah that's right. she had overcorrected for a stubborn high, then guess the amount of insulin for a giant drink, which she then proceeded to spill. Shit! she hadn't eaten anything to make up for the insulin she had given. 
the man came back with two huge red slushies and says: “please drink this." he sets one down in front of her, and y/n pulls it towards herself and takes a sip. 
mike- focused on making sure that the woman was alright- finally registered the whispers and snickers of passerby. 
“Come with me," he murmurs. Mike gently grasps her again, handing her the second slushie. "Hold on to those for me, please.” Mike carries her into a small, office-looking room. He carefully sets y/n down against a wall, and he sinks down the wall beside her. Mike holds his hand out for his slushie and waits until y/n hands it to him. 
"Uh… wait, i think that's the one i drank out of." She took the drink out of his hands and placed the other one in it. "No, actually this is the one i didn't drink out of. Here switch me again." 
"Please just drink the slushie," he sighed. 
After about 10 minuets y/n’s blood sugar started to come back up. it was  hovering in the 40-50 range which was better than what it had been but still way too low for y/n to drive home. “Hey can you check something for me?" she asked, her vision still a little swirly and her hands still shaking. 
Now y/n was able to read Mike’s nametag- which thankfully had a large font. “Hi Mike,” she added with a smile. 
Mike smiled back at her, eyes softening slightly at her smile- it lit up her face. “What do you need me to do? Oh and, uh, what’s your name?” 
"My name is y/n, but I need you to check something on my insulin pump, my vision is still a little...weird." She motioned towards her eyes. Unable to see small things with her current impaired eyesight, it would be quite a struggle to do it herself. She pulled out the small device. Turning it on she opened it up and turned the screen towards him. "That really little number down at the bottom." 
Mike takes the device and squints at the tiny numbers. "It says... 10.7 u. Is that good or bad?" he blinks. 
"Oh my god,” y/n groaned. “The one time i decide to pre-bolus, this happens. 10.7 units of unnecessary insulin. Sorry for interrupting and everything. I really should've been better about it." y/n shook her head.
"Hey as long as you're okay then it's totally fine. We can spend as long as you need to in here. I don't really have anywhere i need to be and this is a lot more eventful than what I normally do anyway… I’m not really complaining." Mike glances at his watch. 
After a while of waiting and periodic finger pokes y/n's blood sugar returned to a safe enough number to drive home. They had sat talking to each other the entire time. y/n learned about Abby and about Garrett, and how his mom died and dad left. 
"Well, I should get going. Thank you so much for everything, Mike." y/n smiles and smiles at him. A smile that just… lights up her face. Her eyes crinkle and a dimple appeared on her right cheek. Mike swears he almost swoons- he’s never had a (pretty) girl look at him like that.
Before she gets up, y/n tilts Mike’s head towards her and she places a delicate kiss on his cheek. 
Mike swallows. He knows he’s probably overthinking it, just a simple thank you he reasons. So why did y/n’s eyes dart to his lips before getting up and heading for the door? 
y/n has her stuff packed up before Mike realizes it. He watches her pick up her empty cup and toss it into the trash can. But before she leaves-
"Can I- uh," Mike stops y/n, voice breathless. "Is there any chance i can get your phone number? Just, uhm, in case you....y-know... need something again."   
So Mike watches y/n write down her name and telephone number on a piece of paper. He watches the way a flush appeared on the apples of her cheeks. Mike watches her offer the paper to him and delights in the way she smiles again. But this time her smile is more bashful, more shy. Mike thinks it’s adorable.
“Thank you,” Mike murmurs, taking the paper. Her fingers brushed his and the flush darkens.
“I should be thanking you, Mike,” y/n says.
Mike can’t think of what to say next. He just stands there, falling further and further into y/n’s eyes. Slowly, cautiously, Mike reaches a hand out to y/n’s waist. She closes the space between them, letting herself be pulled into Mike’s arms.
Her hands wrap around Mike’s back in an embrace, but still looking at him, waiting for his next move.
“Mike?” 
“Hm?” 
“Are you gonna kiss me, or what?” 
Mike leans down and presses his lips to y/n’s, tasting the flavor of the slushie on her lips. He feels y/n sigh against his lips, like she wanted him as much as he wanted her. 
All too soon, y/n pulled away. “You should get back to work,” she whispers.
“Yeah,” Mike whisperes back.
“Call me, Mike.” 
“I will,” he murmurs, lips still tender from their kiss.
——👾; present time
“I’m free this weekend- if, y’know, you want to go get dinner or something. Abby can come too if you want,” y/n says over the phone.
In all honesty, Mike’s surprised y/n remembers Abby, even though they only talked about six hours ago. “Sure! Where do you-“ Mike swallows, “where do you want to go?” He doesn’t want to go anywhere too expensive even though he wish he could. He just couldn’t afford that.
“I’m okay with anything, homestly. Abby can pick if she comes.”
Mike smiles. “I’ll talk to her about it.” He knows Abby would say yes. 
The phone crackles as the two fall into momentary silence.
“I’m glad you called,” y/n admits.
”I’m glad I called, too,” Mike replies. 
He doesn’t remember the last time he’d felt this happy. In fact, Mike doesn’t think he’s ever been this happy. Ever. So as he sat there, talking to y/n, Mike told himself that she was good. Good for him, for Abby. This had to be the start of something better; a change in his life, perhaps. 
Even later, when Mike was getting ready to sleep, he fell asleep thinking of her.
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arionawrites · 3 months
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actually wait i can just make a post about this lmao
diabetics who may struggle to get the insulin they need, read below the cut 👇
hi! i’m ariona and i’m a type one diabetic and have been since i was 14! i struggled a lot to get the insulin i needed for a long time, but now, closing in on a decade since my diagnosis (nine years in february!) i and my fellow diabetic family members (an aunt and two cousins) have become fortunate enough to wind up in a place in life where we altogether have a LOT of extra insulin, thanks to being lucky enough to have decent insurance either through our state (washington) or through our jobs, and also thanks to my badass endocrinologist who is ALSO t1d who writes my prescriptions specifically to get me as much insulin as my insurance will allow every month.
basically: we have a lot of insulin, more than what we need for an emergency backup stock, and we’re at a point where we’re worried that it might start to expire before it can be used and have been looking into places we could take it to help people who need it more than we do, that way this literal life saving hormone can help keep people alive.
we have:
mostly novolog (mostly vials, but i believe some pens as well)
humalog (not much, but some)
some lantus pens
i currently take fiasp but have no negative reactions to novolog or humalog, so i can use either of them in place of fiasp as well
my insulin gets delivered so we have easy access to like little coolers and ice packs that can be used to ship insulin, and i’m not super well off financially but i will happily pay shipping if i can afford it to send this insulin to anyone who needs it!
i don’t want money, i don’t want anything in return. when i was first diagnosed we struggled a LOT with getting the insulin i needed, especially since i struggle badly with insulin resistance and it took a few years before i was being given the amount i needed to not constantly battle super high blood sugar, and thankfully i had a pharmacist at the time who was willing to bend the rules for us in order to save me multiple hospital trips, and now that i’m in a place capable of doing the same for others, i want to
my dm’s are open, my ask box is open, if anyone is in need of insulin or even just wants to take a couple vials for backups just in case, please reach out!!
EDITING TO ADD:
we also have extra supplies in general! i used to have a medtronic pump and have a lot of extra supplies from that, and we have a shit ton of syringes and stuff. idk how shipping syringes would work ?? but i can look into it and see what we can do!! basically if you need something, there’s a chance we have it, so reach out!! if we don’t have it then i can also do some research to see if there’s anywhere i can point you to instead to help you out!!
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walterfartzroy · 10 months
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beautiful women named "dexcom g6 app" keep texting me on my phone
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