estimate for todays visit, for transparency:

they’re thinking that it could be cancer if it’s not stomach parasites like it was before.

if it ends up being something bigger than parasites, they’re recommending ultrasounds and more exploratory things.

if it ends up coming back as not parasites (meaning more tests will be needed for stuff like cancer) i will post the estimate for that, again to maintain transparency.

there’s never any pressure at all for this but i figured i’d put the link to my kofi here just in case. even a reblog would help <3

update: the test results ruled out parasites. they sent us home with multiple medications that should help her symptoms as well as lower her fever.

the blood work showed her red blood cell count dangerously low, almost to the point where they want transfusions. they sent us home with a supplement that might help her iron, depending on the cause*.

in ten days we’ll be going back to retest her blood to see how her red blood cells are then.

since parasites are ruled out, they’re worried that it’s either a problem inside her intestines that’s making her lose blood or a problem with her bone marrow. ie cancer.

the tests in that case would be an ultrasound, a blood smear and something else for the bone marrow (i’m sorry i can’t think of the name).

like i said, we’re going back in ten days to see how her blood is doing then. at that point, more testing will be brought up (the aforementioned tests) and at that point i’ll post the estimate of it all.

i don’t know how much that all would cost but i know it’s much more than this since it would include sedation and all that. i wanted to keep you all updated and i’ll be updating you all as days pass.

thank you so much to everyone who has donated and to everyone that has reblogged to boost this. i appreciate each and every one of you so much 🫂 if you’ve donated, pls let me know if you want anything written for you as a thank you.

*if the cause of her low red blood cell count is a problem with her intestines, the supplement could help some. if it’s a problem with her bone marrow, the supplement won’t hurt her but it also won’t help.

imagine running from a horde of zombies after you were caught off guard and sprinting through a forest, hopeless and desperate because you can't seem to shake off this horde that seems to be growing in numbers, until finally you come across a shelter carefully concealed in the pinewood, almost blending into the surrounding landscape.

the man living there must have seen you running in the distance because when you pass by, the door opens and shuts like a spider's trap, and he drags you inside and holds you to his chest so you don't so much as twitch until you hear the horde pass by. and it's large. hundreds of undead groaning and rushing by, almost clambering over one another, still thinking that they're in pursuit of you. your heart is smashing against your ribcage because you realize now that there's no way you could've outrun them or gotten away - the man at your back is the only thing standing between you and certain death.

he introduces himself as Gaz and tells you that you can spend however long you'd like with him. he's been living in the woods since the outbreak and he's been stockpiling food and water since long before. one of his old army buddies bought the bunker almost a decade back - a real prepper-type, though he passed well before the apocalypse and left the property to Gaz in the absence of any family.

you're so appreciative of his help and you aren't one to look a gift horse in the mouth, so obviously you take him up on his offer and spend the week.

only when days go by and you mention that you're thinking of heading out now that the horde has long passed, he talks you out of it. seems concerned about what'll happen to you if you're on your own out there. you let him convince you to stay a little longer, but sure enough, after another few days you start to get jittery, anxious to get back out on the road because the last thing you want to do is overstay your welcome.

then you see the locks on the door. it's padlocked shut, the key nowhere to be found. you don't remember there being locks on the inside. that's the only thing you can think when Gaz comes up from behind you, planting both of his hands on your shoulders, almost as if to offer you reassurance.

"don't worry, love," he murmurs, bending low so his voice is right in your ear. "i'm gonna keep you safe. you won't ever have one of them chase you again."

Overheard at the rec room:

Soap: There’s no breaking up in this relationship. If you get tired of me, take a nap.

dilf gaz? dilf gaz.

simon riley AND reader who are absolutely terrible at dating.

The thing with living with a man like Simon, who's been through so much, is that you pick up habits to help the both of you. There is no tiptoeing through the house, no jumping around corners. Not like you could anyway. He's got a habit of keeping you in sight most of the time.