#health problems

I wanted to make a more detailed post and explain a bit further and all but. Long story short, I had sepsis and almost died. Surprise!

I started feeling pain in my leg, which had a intramedullary nail and three screws since 2019. They got infected at some point in the past year, I got them removed, but now with recovery I wanna help out to pay for my meds…

So my commissions now go for both my health and the old lady, because yes, she still needs meds and check ups, even if I haven’t been able to go cause walking is hard atm. The prices have gone up just a bit.

Link to my ko-fi!

GoFundme

Dear Friends,

Algy is sorry to report that owing to a serious problem with her eyesight, Algy's assistant is not currently able to assist Algy with his adventures.

Algy often takes a break in the late spring, even under normal circumstances, as his assistants are usually very busy with outdoor tasks during the better months of the year, but he had hoped to resume his adventures in the late summer, as he has done in the past. Unfortunately this will not be possible this year.

It is not yet clear whether Algy's adventures might be able to continue in the future or not, but for the moment Algy is enjoying a well-earned rest at his home in the wild west Highlands of Scotland, buffeted by the howling winds and drenched by the almost constant rain, under a blanket of dense Scotch mist…

an extra panel for @waistedpotential21 - here's to another year of gains 🙌

UPDATe OCtober 16: tent still destroyed by Shrapnel since Oct 15!

VETTED BY 90-GHOST and Sfaamq10 confirmed to me this is her mother so vetted by association as well

Donation rewards at end of post

donation links Chuffed Paypal

chuffed:https://chuffed.org/project/123241-support-nabilas-fight-for-health-and-dignity

Sep 20 update"Unfortunately, while I was trying to flee and escape death, I became severely ill. I contracted Corona. Due to malnutrition and my inability to take vitamins, I am no longer able to stand on my feet and my temperature is very high. In addition, I am a diabetic patient. I suffered from many wounds that became infected, and because of my inability to provide treatment, the infection increases every day, which is also the cause of my illness. I am asking you now to donate to me. My situation is very"

She needs money to survive and transport when needing to flee. as she is very weak in poor health

I was horrified to get this message from Nabila who

May 29

Hello, please, I'm begging you. You are my only hope. I ran out of time. I'm sorry for being a burden to you. I have diabetes and I suffer from pain in my heart area. Please help me. I need an MRI and it is very expensive. My situation is very critical. Please stand with me. I don't want to die.

She is a mother and hase multiple adult children with their own campaigns

sfaamq10 safaa, Ghada , and fakhta /tahreer1 /tahreer-amir0 on Tumblr/@ameerota (multiple accounts for last one) are her childen and

Hamma's sister is a friend of Safaa

She has provided a picture of where she used to live, making the trip despite her condition to snap a screenshot when I told her that her other images taken news articles alone might make people think her account . I feel sorry she had to do that.

Flowerpawarts has compiled a huge list of similar artists providing incentives for vetted.

(check links to make sure they accept any of the verification lists or vetters for campaign you want to support , and you should make sure they accept the big verification lists or aren't just for a specific family)

HIYA, PAL! Ofc I can do that. I am very comfortable with this request, 'cause it isn't something weird, it's a normal and human situation 👀✨️💪🏼

(Sorry for any errors)

Enjoy!

Notices right away when you're pulling at your clothes, avoiding tight fits, or skipping meals "because you're not hungry." He doesn't tiptoe—he calls it out gently but firmly.

"Oi, stop that. You're beautiful, and I'm not sayin' it to be nice. I like every damn inch of you—your thighs? Perfect to grab. Your stomach? Soft as hell, makes you feel real."

Physically affectionate in a grounding way: big hands on your waist/hips when you're spiraling, pulling you against his chest so you can't hide. He'll wrap his arms around any part you're insecure about and just hold it, murmuring, "See? Feels good to me."

If he catches you restricting food or over-exercising out of insecurity, he gets serious. Cooks massive portions for both of you, eats with you, makes sure you finish. "You don't gotta be skinny to be mine. You gotta be healthy so you can keep up with me." Super patient but won't let it slide.

Secretly loves how cuddly and plush you feel when you finally relax into him—his favorite pillow is your tummy or thighs.

Super casual about it at first because he genuinely doesn't see the issue. "Huh? You're soft and warm—what's the problem?" But once he realizes how deep the insecurity runs (you crying in the bathroom after seeing a photo, avoiding dates where you'd wear less), he gets protective fast.

Loves squishing your cheeks, tummy, thighs—does it constantly like you're his personal stress ball. "So squishy~ My favorite." Turns it into a game so you associate touch with playfulness instead of shame.

If you're having a bad body day, he drags you to bed for mandatory cuddles/naps. "You're staying right here. No mirrors, no phones, just me and taiyaki." Uses his weight to pin you down gently so you can't fidget or hide.

Very blunt when reassuring: "I don't care if you're chubby or not. I care that you're mine. Anyone who makes you feel bad about it gets kicked." (And he means it.)

Lowkey obsessed with how you feel when he hugs you from behind—burying his face in your back/neck like you're the comfiest thing ever.

Gets angry at the idea of you hating your body. "The fuck? Who told you that shit? I'll beat their ass." (Including your own brain—he'd fight your reflection if he could.)

Very physical and feral about proving his point: picks you up bridal-style effortlessly ("See? Light as hell to me"), throws you over his shoulder, squeezes your sides/tummy playfully until you laugh. "This? This is mine. Don't talk shit about what's mine."

If he suspects ED behaviors (skipping meals, hiding food), he gets intense—shows up with snacks, eats messily in front of you to normalize it, growls "Eat with me or I'm force-feeding you dorayaki." But softer when alone: strokes your hair while you eat, praises every bite.

Loves biting/licking/nibbling soft spots as affection. "Tastes good. Don't deprive me." Turns insecurity into something desirable.

Would 100% start fights with anyone who side-eyes you or makes a comment—then comes home and cuddles you extra hard like "Told ya, you're perfect."

The most emotionally intelligent about it. He notices the little things: how you angle away from mirrors, refuse compliments, sew baggy clothes. He doesn't push—he observes and acts thoughtfully.

Makes custom clothes that fit and flatter your body perfectly. "I designed this so you'd feel good in it—not hide. Look how pretty the fabric hugs your curves." Tailors everything to accentuate what you like and soften what you don't.

Gentle affirmations daily: traces stretch marks with his fingers like art, kisses your tummy/hips/thighs while murmuring sewing metaphors ("Every line tells a story... yours is beautiful").

If ED signs show up, he approaches like a big brother + boyfriend: cooks balanced meals together, talks openly about food without judgment, suggests therapy if it's bad ("You're worth taking care of, even if it's hard"). Never shames—always supports.

Cuddles are therapeutic: holds you in ways that make you feel small and safe in his arms, whispering how much he adores your softness.

Relates hard to deep insecurities (his own trauma makes him hyper-aware). He gets teary when he sees you hating yourself—feels it personally. "I know that feeling... don't do that to yourself. Please."

Super clingy and reassuring: constant physical touch to prove he wants all of you. Wraps around you like a koala, hands on every "problem" area, mumbling "I love this part... and this... don't hide it from me."

If you're restricting or purging vibes, he panics quietly—sits with you during meals, feeds you bites himself if needed, cries if you won't eat because "I can't lose you to this." Very vulnerable about it.

Loves nuzzling into soft spots—your tummy is his safe place when he's anxious. "You're so warm... makes me feel calm." Turns your body into comfort for both of you.

This big belly has given me prediabetes at the age of 21.

Real things doctors have told me:

“I think a heart rate of 200+ from walking is just female hormones” 

“I know you fell sixteen times yesterday, but are we sure it wasn’t anxiety?” 

“I understand you were unable to see, talk, walk, or think properly, but according to the test we ran six months ago you’re healthy” 

“I know you can’t write or walk sometimes, but have you considered that maybe it’s in your head?” 

“I hear that your symptoms are abnormal, but we ran bloodwork and that wasn’t it, so I think you just have to live with it” 

“you’re too young to be dealing with that”

 “I don’t think you’re dealing with those joint problems, you’re too young for that, just wait till you get older”

“I get that you just looked at me and I turned green, but your MRI and EEG were fine”

“I already know this is anxiety, but I’ll run tests because I have to” (that was from an ER doctor) 

“there were a bunch of abnormalities in your bloodwork, but they could be attributed to stress so it’s just that” 

“just ignore the blood oxygen level, I know it’s 85, she’s fine” (said by an ER doctor to a nurse) 

“you’re able to walk, so you’re fine to leave now” 

“you’re healthy, there’s no way you’re experiencing that much pain” 

“don’t be overdramatic, you’re not dying” 

“I’m not going to run any tests because it will just be a waste of time”

“well, you’ve only passed out once so far, so it’s clearly not making too much of an effect on your life”

“I hear that you keep partially dislocating your joints, but I don’t think that’s significant” 

“have you considered this may just be a normal part of being a teenage girl?” 

“well, you’re not actively dying, so there’s nothing I can do for you”