Discover the Dragon Age (x)
aaah… well. i’m not exactly good at explaining things. just look at my million examples instead. )——:
"I’ll grant it’s a syllogism… but you get my meaning."
Happy International Women’s Day, March 8th"To the people clinging to the notion that female-led pictures are a niche genre, people see them! They make money! The world is round, people!" - Cate Blanchett
Imagine if Sirius could have raised Harry and when he sent a howler to him in his second year for driving the car to school.
"I’M NOT EVEN MAD, I’M ACTUALLY IMPRESSED. MERLIN’S BLOODY BALLS I’M PROUD."
And Remus in the background “SIRIUS NO.”
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Tesla Silvola is one of us, an artist and a beginning author, who desperately needs help paying for treatment of debilitating asthma.
Alright, well - Alex has done pretty much all she can and way beyond that to help me, so I guess the least I can do is drag my sorry ass on the computer and dry my goddamn tears for long enough to write this. So. Here we go.
I’m not sure how many of you are familiar with what’s been going on with me health-wise, so let me do a little re-count:
I’m a 22-year-old woman who’s been suffering of asthma these past twenty years. It has only been severe enough to hospitalize me when I was two years old, though, so I’ve lived most of my life feeling totally fine. Sure, I have an inhaler, but I only had to use it very rarely in very extreme cases. I maybe ever only used half of the dose a year. That’s how good my asthma was.
And then carpentry happened.
I started studying carpentry this fall, and seeing how good I felt, I didn’t even think it might affect my lungs in any way. Seriously, the thought did not occur to me not once. I didn’t even consider the possibility that this could affect my life, because it never had before. Well, not before two months into the first school year I started being sick all the time. I literally had a fever every other day, I hated being at school because it made me feel miserable. And then I started having asthma attacks so severe I had to carry the inhaler with me every day.
Yeah, that was my first clue. I saw a doctor about it, they told me I should probably quit school and gave me a month of sick leave. During which I was supposed to work it all out. I could not, because I don’t know if you guys have any idea how the system works in Finland, but let me tell you, it is not friendly towards poor students. Which I am. Well. Was. Since now, I’m just a useless, jobless loser, choking and coughing my lungs out back at home.
Well. Long story short, I got the diagnosis at the beginning of this year. Apparently, my lungs are p much destroyed right now. Which I can tell myself, because I get asthma attacks just laying on my bed. At least thrice a day. So, I saw a doctor today, and I got at least four more doctors’ appointments ahead of me. All which cost me money. One of them which includes getting my lungs x-rayed this Monday. And which also include meds I’m supposed to buy. If I intend to live through this, that is. I don’t know if you guys have any idea of how expensive these meds are, but let me tell you, I could p much buys chicken for like, two months with the money I now have to spend on meds. Not to mention that I couldn’t pay rent this month, my bank account is on minus right now, I have ten euros cash and I need to somehow magically five hundred euros.
I’m serious, I’m literally in debt right now. And I’m supposed to pull about five hundred euros out of my ass just to stay alive. For March alone. Let’s not even mention how I haven’t had enough money to feed myself since January. Which is just embarrassing. I’ve tried going to social services, I’ve tried asking for help, and everyone’s turned me down.
So, in short;
Not only am I sicker than ever, my plans for the next three years have also been crushed, I am in debt, I have no job nor can I accept one because I cannot breathe just sitting still.
I’m taking donations because until I get my meds, I literally cannot breathe or do basically anything when my legs hardly carry me anymore. If you guys wonder what this feels like, try holding your nose and only breathing through a straw - that’s basically what this feels like. Like, that’s literally how people advice healthy kids to put themselves in the position of an asthmatic so I’m not just coming up with this as I go. After my lungs are taken care of, I’ll start accepting commissions again. There’s my art tag which is a pretty good example of the stuff I do, but make no mistake, I can vary from simple linearts to A3 watercolor stuff. I can and I will if I get paid.
So, yeah, wow. This is a long story of woe. I don’t expect anyone to help a stranger, not really, but like said, I’m fully willing to work for that money, as long as you give me time. Because, again, I can’t breathe right now. Maybe next week, if I’m that lucky.
Thanks for reading through this, guys. Thanks for every reblog. Everything helps, really, everything from a reblog to a three dollar donation. Thank you sincerely. I’m not used to being cared for like this, I’m not used to being helped, so this all means more to me than you know.