As we all know, Sherlock would be lost without his blogger. That’s why, after one year, they’re finally together. I drew this fanartfor itsloki and her birthday wish this year was to also have a John in the same style.
Over
the last two months my health has deteriorated rapidly. I went from
having severe migraines on a daily basis, to now having no strength in
my right side. I can’t bend my knee without considerable effort, and now
I can’t hold a pen, or even a fork. This is frightening enough,
considering my right hand is my dominant one, but the bigger issue is
that I still don’t have a diagnosis as to what is wrong. The
possibilities run from MS, to nerve damage, to even possibly a stroke.
Walking
is difficult for me. I drag my foot, and my ankle rolls often. My knee
buckles and I crash to the floor. This happened while I was in the
hospital, and now it’s happening multiple times a day.
I need to get
support braces for my joints, especially my knee and ankle. Wrist and
finger splints will help me be able to hold a pen to be able to draw
again, as well as feed myself without spilling. I may also need a cane
for particularly bad days.
Any additional funds will go toward
transporting me to and from my many MANY doctor’s appointments as we
look for a diagnosis for what is wrong.
If you submit
screenshots of your donation for $50.00 or more, I will write you a story
of your prompting, up to five thousand words!
This is an example of the support I’m looking for for my hand
Even if you aren’t able to support, I would appreciate it if you reblogged this to boost it and support a disabled queer NB.
I’m just 150 dollars off of my goal. Ring splints are all I need to get now. My knee brace has done wonders. I went for a walk with it on yesterday, and had no trouble at all. I keep my wrist braces in the fridge, which has confused my poor roommate.
As for what’s wrong, the opthalmologist I saw says it’s almost certainly MS. She also said that flare ups like this can last up to six months. Vision in my left eye is almost gone and it is likely the cause of my migraine spikes. I have another MRI booked for the end of the month, as well as seeing a neurologist again.
Normalize boys touching eachother without it being sexual. Normalize boys hugging. Normalize boys being affectionate. Normalize boys needing each other. Normalize strong friendships between boys.
Yes and also normalize gay relationships so we don’t have to try and make ever little affectionate touch into some kind of sexual identity clue just to see ourselves in media. These goals work well together. When more romantic love is represented, more casual touching can happily fall into the realm of friendship.
“Jolene, you’re so beautiful, Jolene, you’re so perfect, Jolene, your voice is just like the sound of summer rain, don’t mind me I’m just going to sublimate my anxiety about clearly being super in love with you into anxiety about my boyfriend, who is basically a featureless blob in this song that I wrote ostensibly about my love for him that’s really all about you, Jolene”
Thank god someone else sees it. Almost 2000 someones.
Over
the last two months my health has deteriorated rapidly. I went from
having severe migraines on a daily basis, to now having no strength in
my right side. I can’t bend my knee without considerable effort, and now
I can’t hold a pen, or even a fork. This is frightening enough,
considering my right hand is my dominant one, but the bigger issue is
that I still don’t have a diagnosis as to what is wrong. The
possibilities run from MS, to nerve damage, to even possibly a stroke.
Walking
is difficult for me. I drag my foot, and my ankle rolls often. My knee
buckles and I crash to the floor. This happened while I was in the
hospital, and now it’s happening multiple times a day.
I need to get
support braces for my joints, especially my knee and ankle. Wrist and
finger splints will help me be able to hold a pen to be able to draw
again, as well as feed myself without spilling. I may also need a cane
for particularly bad days.
Any additional funds will go toward
transporting me to and from my many MANY doctor’s appointments as we
look for a diagnosis for what is wrong.
If you submit
screenshots of your donation for $50.00 or more, I will write you a story
of your prompting, up to five thousand words!
This is an example of the support I’m looking for for my hand
Even if you aren’t able to support, I would appreciate it if you reblogged this to boost it and support a disabled queer NB.
I’ve raised my target goal because I have an appointment with an ophthalmologist in a few days to find out if there is an underlying cause to the vision loss and pain in my left eye. Odds are pretty good that I will need eyeglasses on top of everything else. If I don’t, I will close up the fundraiser.
so i’m riding the elevator up to my apartment when the emergency phone in the elevator starts ringing
and i just stand there for a second because this thing is like thirty years old and has never rung or even been used from what i know
but eventually i answer it thinking maybe something’s wrong with the elevator?? it’s an emergency phone it’s probably an emergency??? i dunno
except i shit you not it’s a telemarketer
a telemarketer that’s as confused as i am when i finally interrupt him mid-spiel to inform him he has the wrong number and then interrupt him again to explain further that “uh, no, seriously, this is an elevator phone. i’m standing in an elevator. talking to you. on the emergency phone. i really think you got the wrong number”
“oh,” says telemarketer guy.
“yeah,” i say.
there’s some mutually-confused silence.
“so, this is my stop,” i say. “i gotta go.”
“oh,” says telemarketer guy.
“good luck,” i add, because telemarketer guy seems like he’s having an existential crisis. and then i hang up on him, because he’s having an existential crisis and won’t actually end the call, and because again i’m talking on an elevator emergency phone and, you know, this is my stop, i gotta go.
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