#Hypo is a four letter word

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On Humans and Nightmares - Star Trek TOS (with ST: Discovery lore), pre-relationship Kirk x Spock

Taking place shortly after the episode, The Conscience of the King, Kirk grapples with his dredged up trauma and Mr. Spock offers a solution taken from his own past personal experience with his adopted sister.

Words: 4,792

Rating: General Audiences

Warning(s): some hinting to the murder fate of Burnham’s parents, maybe some PTSD if you had annoying/irresponsible older siblings 

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Jim Kirk sat at the desk in his dimly lit quarters and tried to focus on the words swimming in his vision as best as he could. No matter how stubbornly he stared, the words refused to stay put, to stay sharp. In fact, they seemed rather hellbent in proving this to be an exercise in futility. The reports on the PADDs blurred together in his mind until he couldn’t remember which he had read and approved and which he hadn’t. His itchy eyes and heavy lids were all but begging him to go to sleep. Just get some damn sleep, you miserable fool!

Funny. His inner voice of reason sounded an awful lot like Bones. That thought distracted and amused him for a moment and Jim tried to stretch out his neck and shift in his chair to keep himself awake. Because no matter how badly his body or that inner voice of Bones wanted him to sleep, he couldn’t listen to either.

Or wouldn’t listen to it, as was more the case.

For three days now, nightmares had plagued him. It was silly and childish, and very much not befitting of a captain, to be so afraid of the dark—of sleeping—but Jim thought that if he had to relive Tarsus IV again one more time it might just be the death of him.

Maybe he should have gone straight to Bones for help after the first. If he went right now, maybe he could cajole his friend into giving him some sleep-inducing hypo-spray. Jim considered it…and then dismissed it. The risk of Bones pouring him a glass of whiskey and sitting Jim down to make him “talk it out” was just too great. That was the last thing Jim wanted to do, no matter how good a medically induced death-like sleep sounded. No, he couldn’t risk Bones deciding to do his job this time around. Jim already knew, definitively, whiskey or not, that he did not want to talk about this. What else was there to say about Tarsus that hadn’t already been said before?

Kodos had murdered thousands of people, and then Jim just let him get away with it. Twice. He hadn’t listened to his old friend or his gut and then the murderer was allowed to just…die. All those souls who could never rest easy… Jim had let them all down. Four thousand souls sitting heavy on his shoulders. Like ghosts, they haunted him, plagued him with nightmares as penance for not extracting their justice in their name.

There wasn’t enough whiskey in the galaxy to numb that, let alone in Bones’ stash.

So his perfect and flawless plan to avoid the nightmares? Avoid sleeping.

Jim massaged his eyes with his fingers until black dots popped in his vision. He sat back, yawning, and then the door chime rang. For a heartbeat, he stared at the bulkhead and considered pretending to be asleep, until a nasty thought occurred to him:

Jim had already shirked his duty as a survivor, it would be shameful to avoid his responsibility as a Captain too.

He set his mouth. “Enter,” he sighed.

The door slid open, revealing his first officer in the hallway. Mr. Spock glided inside, his eyes glued to his own PADD. He was already speaking before he had made it fully through the threshold.

“Captain, there seems to be minute inconsistencies in the computer’s analysis of the geothermal data we collected on Al’her V. I wonder if—”

The Vulcan glanced up at Jim for the first time and stopped dead. The look in his eyes made Jim wonder what an awful sight he was, to give his first officer such pause. He tried to give Spock a smile, hoped it wasn’t more of a grimace. “You wonder if?” he prompted.

“Sir…” Spock cocked his head to the side. Jim had hardly known Spock to hesitate when he had something to say, and something in the timbre of the other man’s single syllable made him curious. Jim felt it teetered on the edge of something that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. He stared at Spock’s mouth for a moment, fascinated by it. Waiting.

No, he was thinking too much into it. He was delirious. Jim rubbed his face again and said a quick prayer to anyone listening that his exhaustion wouldn’t give way to impropriety.

At least, not today.

“Captain,” Spock said seriously, appearing to make up his mind, “are you well?”

To tell the truth or to tell a lie? To tell or to lie? There were merits and downsides to both, and Jim attempted to weigh them all quickly in his sluggish mind.

“No, Spock, I…” Jim began… and then lost his nerve. “I’m just tired is all.”

“Tired,” Spock echoed. His dark eyes flicked to the bright green letters of the chronometer beside Jim’s bed and then to the neatly tucked in sheets. Been that way for days. “If you have not slept since our last full shift on the bridge, I calculate that you will not have slept for nearly thirty-six hours.”

“Oh?” It was thirty-eight, actually. If one counted the two hours before their shift that Jim’s last nightmare had stolen from him. But who was counting?

“That is unsafe for a human, and more so for a starship captain. You should consider seeing to your needs for the greater benefit.”

Jim could only find it in himself to nod. He knew that already. He had given the same sort of lecture to himself, but the consistency of the nightmares made it difficult. Even if he did fall asleep, the snatches of rest he got were fitful at best. So, what did Spock know about it? Jim didn’t have the patience right now to listen to this.

His displeasure may have shown on his face, for Spock’s brows knit. He approached Jim’s desk and sat gracefully on the other side of it, laying his PADD aside. When the man spoke again, his voice was gentler, and made Jim’s heart ache in his chest.

“It is something else, isn’t it? Something, perhaps, to do with the travelling theatre troupe? I do realize how the loss of Govenor Kodos must have affected you.”

“How could you possibly realize that?” Jim spat before he could stop himself.

Spock may have appeared unmoved by the venom in Jim’s voice, but he felt immediately guilty anyway. Spock didn’t have anything to do with it, he didn’t deserve to be snapped at. He was even, quite unexpectedly, trying to help Jim.

His heart shriveled up in his chest. He backtracked. “I’m sorry, Spock. I… yes. Kodos or Karidian or whomever he was… his end was…dissatisfying to say the least. I’ve been unsettled ever since.”

“You are dissatisfied with his death?”

“I am dissatisfied with the lack of justice in it.” Jim considered saying more. He considered telling his first officer that it was unfair and frustrating and made him feel like the useless child once again, watching the horror unfold from behind the stands. Powerless once more. But these were all feelings, just raw emotions and Spock would never, either by his nature or by his own desire, understand any of those.

And Jim refused to unburden himself by burdening this Vulcan with his humanity.

Besides, Jim was sure that Spock was sure there was more to it anyway. It was hard to put anything past him. The other man’s interlaced fingers pressed to his lips; Spock’s lovely, deep-set eyes regarded him.

“One would assume you wouldn’t lose sleep over mere dissatisfaction. “

“They’re just nightmares, Spock,” Jim said quickly, realizing that he had to act fast if he wanted to wriggle out of the same impromptu therapy he had wanted to avoid in Bones. “Old faces. Old nightmares. Nothing to be very worried about, but still. I don’t sleep well.”

“Ah.” Spock nodded, more to himself it seemed. “And you hoped that staying alert for as long as possible would—”

“Make me too tired to dream, yes,” Jim finished for him. “That was the idea, anyway. I wish there was a guarantee it would work…”

Spock was quiet a few moments, his brows knit a little while he thought. Jim found himself sleepily taking advantage of the vulcan’s downturned gaze. He hadn’t been this close to Spock for some time, trying to give him the distance he deserved, even though Jim wanted very badly to be near him. Constantly, inexplicably. Vulcans, he knew, didn’t appreciate that. But maybe if he drank in Spock’s face now, Jim could replace his nightmares with far pleasanter dreams. Filled with long steepled fingers and black bangs and dark eyes, curving pointed ears and high cheekbones—Spock suddenly looked up, brightly, for a Vulcan, and took Jim aback. “If I may…Jim, offer something of a solution?”

His name! Jim didn’t think Spock had ever used his name before. He was surprised that he had used ‘Jim’ and not ‘James.’ It was more proper, more expected. Overwhelmingly curious, Jim indicated that Spock continue.

“It has been my experience that humans, as social creatures, garner direct benefits from social interactions. I…knew of another human who often had nightmares in the first several years that I knew her. These dreams went away with time and mental discipline, but a temporary solution could be found once she was no longer alone in a room. It is…an imperfect solution, and perhaps it would make you uncomfortable, but as an integral member of this crew with so many lives at risk, I hope you give it proper consideration, Jim. So, it is by this logic that offer my company in your room tonight so that you may get some clearly much needed rest.”

Jim stared. He couldn’t believe his ears. Spock was offering to—what? —stay the night with him? Keep him company? That couldn’t be right. That seemed...so out of character. Not that Jim claimed to know his first officer very well beyond a spotless service record. Did he make a habit of keeping nightmare-having women company in their quarters? That wasn’t something that was on his file.

There is nothing else for it but to ask, Jim supposed.

“And…just what are you intending to propose? I am…afraid it’s unclear. Forgive me.”

Spock nodded as though there was nothing amiss and Jim wasn’t sitting across from him having an audible heart attack while being prodded with jealousy. “Not surprising given your sleepless state. I am offering my presence for whatever comfort you might take from it. It is my estimation that I may just as easily analyze reports in your quarters as in mine. Only here, I hypothesize I would aid in putting your mind to rest.”

Ah. So…just offering to stay over to be another body in the room. Jim tried to ignore the way his heart shrunk in disappointment.

He didn’t know what his imagination had been on about. That, all-of-a-sudden, Spock would crawl right into his bed was ludicrous.

And yet.

Rubbing his face again, banishing impure thoughts mingled with disappointment, Jim agreed. “It’s worth a shot. Better than what I’m doing, anyway, if I’m being honest. Though I will request that you don’t tell Bones. About the nightmares, I mean. He’d have my head if he knew I wasn’t reporting sleeping problems again.”

“It is my experience that our dear doctor has ‘had men’s heads’ for less, but I will comply.”

Jim smiled. “Bones is just a staunch believer in tough love, that’s all. I…appreciate what you’re doing, Spock. You will…wake me if—”

“I will keep an eye out, Captain, and wake you if anything seems amiss.”

Jim hadn’t missed the way Spock had switched back to his formal name-calling. He wasn’t upset about it. He wasn’t.

With a final lingering look, Jim rose and drowsily made his way to his bed. His heaviness hit him all at once. He had really managed to stay up for a long while, hadn’t he? He hadn’t pulled such a stunt since all-nighters in his academy days. But it wasn’t just his finals he was risking anymore. Spock was right about becoming a danger to his ship, of course. Jim was putting all their lives at risk with his fear.

He had half a mind to crawl into bed in his clothes, both for ease and to protect Spock’s eyes, but Jim knew he could never get comfortable like that. So he stripped down to his briefs and dove into bed as quickly as he could manage. He blushed, but made sure not to glance back at Spock, presumably still sitting at the desk.

Don’t think about him watching you undress.

Closing his eyes, Governor Kodos’ face swam into Jim’s vision right on time, but it didn’t bring with it the pangs of anger or regret. This time, the half-shadowed memory hardly bothered Jim at all.

This time, Jim didn’t have to face his demon alone.

Spock resumed his previous manual calculations and noted that Jim was quiet for several hours. It was just as well.

For a moment after he made his offer, Spock experienced a fleeting pang of regret, a sudden nagging at the back of his consciousness that he was being far too forward with the Captain.

Obvious, to put it bluntly. He was being obvious.

Whatever base attraction he had to the captain had to be controlled and ignored. He mustn’t let him know. Not because the Captain would be cruel or make an ordeal out of it—he wouldn’t, Spock was certain—but because Spock would never be able to live with the soft pity he could vividly imagine in Jim’s eyes if he learned of Spock’s infatuation.

Tonight, he had nearly given himself away.

While logical for a human to require the comfort of another person in the room with them to sleep, Spock had promptly assessed that his offer was being taken in a more physical direction than he had originally intended. Jim’s blank and uncertain surprise had all but confirmed it.

Spock caught and corrected his behavior, as he so often did around Jim, but decided not rescind his solution.

The offer, after all, had been genuine, and from genuine experience.

Since her arrival in their home, Michael Burnham had been plagued with nightmares.

At first, her shouts in the dead of night from down the hall were irksome to him, disturbing Spock either during his late meditation or his own slumber on numerous occasions. When it became apparent they would be a regular occurrence, Spock found himself uniquely concerned. Not only for himself, and how being woken through the night might affect his days in the Learning Center, but also for the affect it had on his mother, who was most often the one who would go to Michael and console her. He never spared much thought for the wellbeing of the new intruder, Michael Burnham until some time later.

After Michael had lived with them for a few months and his concern now included her, he got up the nerve to ask about her nightmares. It was a particularly cool afternoon, late in the year, and they worked together on assignments in a sunny spot on their kitchen table.

“Why do you have nightmares every night?”

Michael turned furtive in her seat across from him. She pulled the textbook they were sharing nearer to her PADD and pretended to be engrossed in it.

“What are they of?”

Shrugging, she mumbled, “I dunno. Just...bad dreams, I guess.”

Spock could tell she was lying but could also tell that pressing the issue outright would yield him no new results. He judged a new tack of lending helpfulness would fare better. Humans, generally most people, responded well to being helped by their peers.

“When I have bad dreams, father cautions me to meditate on them. Being afraid of them gives them power. He says it’s better to face it outright—”

“I guarantee you that we don’t have the same bad dreams, Spock.” Her voice was cold and hard, and her eyes did not move over the text in any attempt to appear she was reading anymore. “Can’t you just drop it?”

“I want to help you,” Spock insisted, leaning forward in his chair. “If you don’t do well in the Learning Center—”

“I’m doing fine!”

“No, you’re not. Your productivity is declining by 2.3 percent a week and your response times are most likely inhibited by—”

Michael clapped her hands to her ears and squeezed her eyes shut, crying, “Just STOP IT! Can’t you see I don’t want to talk about it? Just STOP ASKING!”

This was not going as well as he planned. “I only want to help—”

“My parents were murdered by Klingons right in front of me! I have to hear it every night! You can’t help that! NO one can!”

Spock's mouth snapped closed and he stared across at her. For a long time, he couldn't think of a single thing to say. What could be said?

And before he realized an apology should be tumbling from his lips, Michael had scooped up all her study materials and rushed from the table, tears streaming behind her.

Sybok slouched into the room just as Michael pushed past him. He looked up at Spock with bleary but accusing eyes. “What did you do now?”

“Nothing!”

“They might not have as much control over their emotions as our kind, but even humans don’t cry for ‘nothing’.”

“I wasn’t doing anything. I was trying to help!”

His older brother’s lean face was impassive, but Spock swore he saw the glint of mischief in his eyes. “Of course,” Sybok scoffed. “You did a great job.”

Scowling, Spock shoved away from the table and collected his own things.

Don’t be mad. I don’t feel anger. The way his human eyes pricked in the corners were in direct contradiction to his thoughts.

Spock was trying to help. And what did Sybok know about that? All he did was stay shut up in his room, sometimes for days on end, until Amanda lured him out with food. Spock didn’t think he had ever thought about helping Michael.

“Where are you going now?”

Spock ignored him. He kept his head low, intent on pushing past Sybok if he tried to stop him. But he met no resistance.

“How about you try not to make it worse this time,” Sybok called after Spock as he reached the stairwell.

Without glancing back, Spock took them two at a time.

He would speak with Michael again. He would apologize. He would—

But he never did get to that day, or any day after. The next time he saw Michael, she acted as though nothing had transpired at all. Spock had been forced to let it go.

Until one night, when both Sarek and Amanda were out for the evening at a dignitary’s gala.

Spock had nearly fallen asleep when a scream—Michael’s scream—echoed through the house.

Turning over, Spock pressed his pillow around his head and attempted to go back to sleep. Sybok was in charge. He would handle it in his parents’ absence. Likely in the same indifferent way he had handled “dinner”, but he would handle it all the same. Michael’s wellbeing wasn’t Spock’s problem tonight. Their parents had said…

And then a small, timid knock on his door roused him from the edges of a hazy dream.

Rubbing his eyes, swallowing his annoyance, Spock threw himself out of bed and stomped across the floor. He yanked on the handle, and there Michael stood, with tears in her eyes. Sneaking a glance down the hall, Spock saw Sybok’s door firmly closed and Michael’s thrown wide open.

“Is something wrong?” he asked, struggling to keep irritation out of his voice. “Are you hurt? Do you require a healer?”

Michael shook her head, but still the tears ran silently down her cheeks. “M-may I enter?”

Without a valid reason not to, Spock stood aside for her. She wiped her nose and tried to gather herself in the dark room as he waited. He focused on keeping perfectly still to keep his foot from tapping. It helped to busy himself counting the seconds of lost sleep in his head and attempting to calculate the impact they would have on his marks at the Learning Center the next morning. In the end, it was impossible to be accurate because his data was incomplete without a single important variable: how long this interruption would take.

“I can hear them, Spock,” Michael said finally. She was quiet and her voice sounded raw on the edges from crying. “Have you ever heard a Klingon growl before? My dad, he shouted at them, but he couldn’t stop—my mom—” Whatever else she might have said choked off in a sob.

Spock’s eyes grew wide and his body became tense. He was not equipped to deal with…this.

Suddenly, Spock understood. Sarek had informed him and his brother before she arrived of the fate of Michael Burnham’s real parents and warned them against asking Michael about it.

“Humans don’t often wish to discuss such things,” his father had said. “They find these emotions difficult to process and attempt to avoid them. You should respect that desire until she is ready.”

Sybok yawned in a way that felt very purposeful, but Spock had diverted Sarek’s reprimand by asking, “How long should we expect that to take?”

He pressed his mouth in a line as he stared at his eldest son for a moment before answering his youngest, “It is impossible to approximate. Perhaps she will never choose to speak of it, but we must maintain that it is her choice to do so.”

How he wished he had made the connection between this and Michael’s nightmares. It seemed so obvious now.

To his surprise (or maybe relief) she didn’t say any more, though neither did her tears subside. Spock wondered if he should attempt to comfort her somehow, but found he was ill-equipped to do that either. Spock couldn’t even raise his arms to offer a hug. He just stood there motionless, mouth glued shut, tongue like lead.

Helpless. Useless.

Michael finally spoke. “Would.. would it be okay if I slept in here with you? I could get my blanket and stay on the floor? Usually Amanda comes and stays with me until I go back to sleep, but… but…”

But his mother wasn’t here, he finished for her.

Spock licked his lips and tried to speak, but still nothing would come. The request didn’t seem outlandish, through his mind pricked with a strange desire to do more. But what, he didn’t know, so he nodded.

As Michael dashed away to grab her things, Spock tried to reconcile what it must have been like to relieve the loss of your family over and over again in your dreams. Being tortured by the other children was one thing. The vague monstrous shapes of his imagination that haunted his own nightmares was one thing. But a memory that wouldn’t leave you? He tried to imagine his mother screaming, his home burning, his father fighting the hulking shapes of Klingon warriors wielding fierce glinting bat’leths, and Spock understood. His heart ached terribly, and he felt his own hot tears prickle at the corners of his eyes.

Inappropriate, as Vulcans do not cry. Shaking his head, Spock bid the imaginary specters to leave him alone, assuring himself that the only danger threatening his mother and father tonight was an overabundance of champagne.

By the time she had returned clutching her duvet and pillow, he’d regained control of himself.

Michael closed the door behind her and followed him back towards his bed. She stopped short and tossed her pillow on the ground by the thick rug protruding from under the bed’s feet.

Pausing in pulling away his covers, Spock made a quick and logical decision. “That is unnecessary,” he said, finding his voice at last. Maybe he couldn’t describe his empathy to her, or fully realize how awful it must have been to relive your parents’ final moments, as he still had his. Maybe he couldn’t quite give the Terran the exact comfort she might have needed, but Spock was convinced he could still do something. “Your dreams have already deprived you of hours of restful sleep tonight. I see no reason to spend the rest of your time in discomfort when my bed is plenty big enough for the both of us.”

Michael, wide-eyed and disbelieving, looked from her pillow on the floor to Spock’s large bed. “Are…are you sure?”

Admittedly, he swam in it most nights. “Yes. It’s logical.”

She blinked at him a moment more before scooping the pillow up and climbing up onto the bed, dragging her own duvet behind her. She wriggled to the far side as Spock clambered in after her.

“Good night, Spock,” Michael whispered as he gathered his own blanket around himself.

He hoped it would prove to be now. “Good night, Michael.”

They both quickly fell back asleep and did not wake the rest of the night.

It was the first of many such encounters in their youth, and eventually, she stopped asking permission at all. It came to be that whenever Spock heard his door open, rousing him from sleep, he rolled over to the side to make room for his sister.

There was a marked difference, she informed him objectively, in the consistency of her nightmares when she had his presence beside her.

Spock was satisfied he could similarly aid his captain, now.

Just as he decided to settle in for a meditation, Jim’s rest took a turn for the worse. He began to pant and to moan piteously as he shifted in his bed. Then he thrashed, a twist of limbs and blanket. The only intelligible words that could be discerned by Spock’s ears was “No.” The single syllable left his lips in a string and ended in a final, barely audible, “Not them.”

Spock crossed to Jim and deliberated a moment. The Human’s handsome face was scrunched as though he were in pain, lovely mouth open and gasping for breath. Spock reached a hand towards Jim’s forehead, but paused. No, that seemed like a severe breach in manners. Many humanoids did not appreciate their minds being invaded without permission. He didn’t know the Captain quite well enough for that.

Yet.

Spock pressed the thought from his mind with vague irritation and considered alternatives when Jim suddenly rolled over away from him towards the wall. The new position exposed an ample amount of space on the mattress, ample enough to—

With hindsight, Spock realized he could have—and perhaps should have—wakened Jim and let events unfold from there. But in the moment, with Michael’s ordeal still on his mind, and wanting Jim to have a full night’s peace, Spock did what he would continue to argue was “perfectly logical” for days later. Even when he knew, deep down and with burning shame, that it very much was not.

He dispensed himself of his polished black boots and carefully tested his weight on the edge of the mattress. Spock watched Jim closely, searching for any indication he was waking. All he saw was Jim’s broad back heaving, his head twitching minutely on his pillow. It appeared to be safe enough. He was not disturbed.

Spock climbed into bed behind the fitful captain and when that alone did not appear to ease Jim’s heartrate, he snaked his arms around the other man’s waist. Michael had found this comforting in their youth, he reasoned, and most, if not all, Humans gained distinct benefit from touching others. He would ask forgiveness later, he decided, closing his eyes. He listened to the erratic patter of Jim’s heart and labored breathing, counting the beats and noting their rhythm.

Jim’s relief with the pressure of his arm was very nearly instantaneous. Tense muscles in his back and neck relaxed, a long sigh parted his lips, and, slowly, minute by minute, the frantic heartbeat settled. As Jim relaxed into a deep sleep, he pressed himself into Spock’s chest and the Vulcan noted that he fit snuggly. Almost as though it was where he belonged.

Spock roughly shoved the thought from his mind before it could have the chance to plant itself and grow.

This is logical, Spock thought firmly, settling his head onto the Captain’s second pillow. This is necessary to protect the rest of the crew.

His own fluttering heart was the only thing brave enough to call him a liar.

Thank you for reading! <3

#Spirk #Kirk x Spock #Star Trek #Star Trek: TOS #TOS #Star Trek: Discovery #Michael Burnham #Sybok #bruh writing that flashback was so much fun and I feel like it shows but fuck it lol #Tarsus IV #Governor Kodos #ep: The Conscience of the King #Jim Kirk #Mr. Spock #phew there are so many tags fuck #comfort #fluff #nightmares #siblings #bickering siblings #feelings denial #mutual pining #it's about the longing y'all #early relationship #early mission #Fiend writes #I think this might be my first Spirk thing that went up on AO3 so...yaayy? #but HAH got an April writing post baybeeee!!

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dado, daff, damn, damp, dang, dare, dark, darn, dart, dash, date, daub, dawn, daze, deal, deck, deed, deem, defy, deke, dele, demo, dent, deny, dial, dice, died, diet, dike, dine, ding, ding, dint, dirk, disc, dish, disk, diss, dive, dock, doff, dole, dome, done, doom, dope, dose, doss, dote, dove, down, doze, drab, drag, draw, dray, dree, drew, drip, drop, drub, drug, drum, duck, duel, duet, dull, dumb, dump, dung, dunk, dupe, dusk, dust, dyke (75).

earn, ease, echo, eddy, edge, edit, emit, envy, espy, etch, even, exit (12).

face, fade, fail, fake, fall, fame, fard, fare, farm, fart, fash, fast, fate, fawn, faze, fear, feed, feel, fell, felt, fend, fess, fete, feud, file, fill, film, find, fine, fink, fire, firm, fish, fist, fizz, flag, flap, flat, flaw, flay, fled, flee, flew, flex, flip, flit, flog, flop, flow, flub, flux, foal, foam, foil, foin, fold, fond, fool, foot, ford, fork, form, foul, fowl, frag, frap, fray, free, fret, frig, frit, fuel, full, fume, fund, funk, furl, fuse, fuss, futz, fuze, fuzz (82).

gaff, gage, gain, gait, gall, game, gang, gaol, gape, garb, gash, gasp, gast(obsolete), gate, gaum(US), gave, gawk, gawp, gaze, gear, geld, gibe, gift, gild, gill, gimp, gird, girt, give, glad(archaic), glom, glow, glue, glug, glut, gnar, gnaw, go by, go on, goad, golf, gone, gong, goof, gore, gown, grab, gray, grew, grey, grid, grin, grip, grit, grow, grub, gulf, gull, gulp, gush, gust, gybe, gyre, gyve (64).

hack, haft, hail, hale, halo, halt, hand, hang, hare, hark, harm, harp, hash, hasp, hast, hate, hath(archaic), haul, have, hawk, haze, head, heal, heap, hear, heat, heed, heel, heft, held, helm, help, hent(obsolete), herd, hewn, hide, hike, hill, hint, hire, hiss, hive, hoax, hock, hoke(slang), hold, hole, home, hone, honk, hood, hoof, hook, hoop, hoot, hope, horn, hose, host, hove, howl, huff, hulk, hull, hump, hung, hunt, hurl, hurt, hush, husk, hymn, hype, hypo (74).

idle, inch, iris, iron, isle, itch (6).

jack, jade, jail, jape, jazz, jeep, jeer, jell, jerk, jest, jibe, jilt, jink, jinx, jive, join, joke, jolt, josh, juke, jump, junk (22).

kayo, keek(Scots), keel, keen, keep, kept, kern, kick, kill, kiln, kilt, kink, kiss, kite, knap, knew, knit, knot, know (19).

lace, lack, laid, lain, lair, lake, lamb, lame, land, lard, lark, lase, lash, last, lath, laud, lave, laze, lazy, lead, leaf, leak, lean, leap, lech, leer, left, lend, lens, lent, levy, lick, lift, like, lilt, limb, lime, limn, limp, line, link, lisp, list, live, load, loaf, loan, lock, loft, loll, long, look, loom, loop, loot, lope, lord, lose, lost, loup(Scots), lour, lout, love, lube, luck, luff, luge, lull, lump, lure, lurk, lust, lute, lyse (74).

mace, made, mail, maim, make, mall, malt, mark, marl, mart, mash, mask, mass, mast, mate, maul, maze, mean, meet, meld, mell, melt, mend, meow, mesh, mess, mete, mewl, miff, milk, mill, mime, mind, mine, mint, mire, miss, mist, moan, moat, mock, moil, mold, molt, moon, moor, moot, mope, moss, move, muck, muff, mull, mump, muse, mush, muss, must, mute (59).

nail, name, near, neck, need, nest, nick, nigh, nill(obsolete), nock, nose, nosh, note, nuke, null, numb (16).

obey, ogle, oink, okay, omen, omit, ooze, open, oust, over (10).

pace, pack, page, pain, pair, pale, pall, palm, pang, pant, pare, park, part, pash(Austral), pass, pave, pawn, peak, peal, peck, peek, peel, peen, peep, peer, pelt, pend, perk, perm, pick, pike, pile, pill, pimp, pine, ping, pink, pipe, piss(vulgar), pith, pity, plan, plat, play, plod, plop, plot, plow, plug, pock, poke, pole, poll, pond, pool, pore, port, pose, post, pour, pout, pray, pree, prep, prey, prim, prod, prog, prop, puff, puke, pule, pull, pulp, pump, punt, purl, purr, push, putt (80).

quad, quip, quit, quiz (4).

race, rack, raft, rage, raid, rail, rain, rake, ramp, rang, rank, rant, rape, rase, rasp, rate, rave, raze, razz, read, ream, reap, rear, reck, redd(dialect), rede(archaic), redo, reed, reef, reek, reel, rein, rely, rend, rent, rest, re-up, rice, rick, ride, riff, rift, rile, rill, rime(archaic)/rhyme, ring, riot, rise, risk, rive, roam, roar, robe, rock, rode, roil, rolf, roll, romp, roof, rook, room, root, rope, rose, rout, rove, ruck, ruff, ruin, rule, rush, rust (73).

sack, said, sail, sale, salt, sand, sass, sate, save, sawn, scab, scam, scan, scar, scat, scud, scum, seal, seam, sear, seat, seed, seek, seel, seem, seen, seep, sell, send, sent, sewn, shag, sham, shed, shim, shin, ship, shit, shoe, shog, shoo, shop, shot, show, shun, shut, sick, side, sift, sigh, sign, silk, silt, sing, sink, sire, site, size, skew, skid, skim, skin, skip, slab, slag, slam, slap, slat, slay, sled, slew, slid, slim, slip, slit, slog, slop, slot, slow, slub, slue, slug, slum, slur, smut, snag, snap, snip, snow, snub, snug, soak, soap, soar, sock, soil, sold, sole, solo, soot, sorb, sort, soup, sour, sown, spae(scottish), spam, span, spar, spat, spay, spec, sped, spew, spin, spit, spot, spud, spur, spurn, stab, stag, star, stay, stem, step, stet, stew, stir, stop, stow, stub, stud, stun, suck, suds, suit, sulk, sung, sunk, surf, swab, swag, swam, swan(brit), swap, swat, sway, swig, swim, swob, swop(brit)/swap, swot, swum, sync (155).

tabu, tack, tail, take, talc, talk, tame, tamp, tang, tank, tape, tare, task, taut, taxi, team, tear, teem, tell, tend, tent, term, test, text, thaw, thin, thud, tick, tide, tidy, tier, tiff, tile, till, tilt, time, tine, ting, tint, tire, toil, toke, told, tole, toll, tomb, tone, tong, took, tool, toot, tope, tore, torn, toss, tote, tour, tout, tram, trap, tree, trek, trim, trip, trod, trot, trow(archaic), true, tube, tuck, tuft, tune, turf, turn, tusk, twig(Brit), twin, twit, type (79).

undo, urge (2).

vade, vail(archaic), vamp, vary, veal, veer, veil, vein, vend, vent, vest, veto, vide, view, vine, visa, vise, void, vote (19).

wade, waft, wage, wail, wait, wake, wale, walk, wall, wane, want, ward, ware(archaic), warm, warn, warp, wash, waul, wave, wawl, wean, wear, weed, ween, weep, weet, weld, well, welt, wend, went, wept, were, wert(archaic), wham, whap, whet, whid(Scottish), whip, whir, whiz, whop, wick, wile, will, wilt, wind, wine, wing, wink, wipe, wire, wise, wish, wisp, wist, wite, wive, woke, wolf, wont, wood, woof, word, wore, work, worm, worn, wove, wrap, writ(archaic) (71).

x-ray (1).

yack, yank, yard, yarn, yaup, yawn, yawp, yean, yell, yelp, yerk, yeuk, yock, yoke, yowl, yo-yo(informal), yuck (17).

zero, zest, zinc, zing, zone, zonk, zoom (7).

IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT IT

(yes there are 28 ITs)

#louis tomlinson #song title #** **** it #lt1 #lol 😂 #*** **

[autodaemonium]

zpsodttɑkkaɪɪɪrbrəɛsz

Pronounced: zpsodttahkkaiiirbruhaysz.

Pantheon of: character.

Entities

Dsniʊðsmzɑærəspʌɪəən

Pronounced: dsnioothsmzaharuhspuiuhuhn Character: unit character. Legends: hysterics, price-fixing, squish, symbolatry. Prophecies: thematic apperception test, primrose path, submergence.

Iəɪdlɪlrdiinɪɪlrɑɒnæ

Pronounced: iuhidlilrdiiniilrahouna Character: unit character. Prophecies: tailback, sailing-race, ice hockey, correction, peekaboo. Relations: kləəihtərəntðzədʒædʒmð (vicuna), ɛfntaɪtɛutʒtnəznbtənd (four-letter word), ɒktəsiærnaʊtɪgɛbʃədrə (hypo-eutectoid steel).

Kləəihtərəntðzədʒædʒmð

Pronounced: kluhuhihtuhruhntthzuhjajmth Character: unit character. Legends: straight ticket, continuance, overspill, passing. Prophecies: devotion, reaffiliation, civil contempt.

Mrəzlwkbiənnrkðtnzɪr

Pronounced: mruhzlwkbiuhnnrkthtnzir Character: unit character. Legends: jest, all fours. Prophecies: dismantling, retrial, conducting, spiccato.

Mæprirɛdʒmɪrszrtfinəw

Pronounced: maprirayjmirszrtfinuhw Character: unit character. Prophecies: verbal creation, strip, criminal suit, occupational therapy, steal. Relations: iəɪdlɪlrdiinɪɪlrɑɒnæ (marine glue).

Zdəətiyfɪwrrəfʌsəɛɪɪ

Pronounced: zduhuhtiyfiwrruhfusuhayii Character: unit character. Legends: denudation, allopathy, judicial review. Prophecies: fetoscopy, completion. Relations: ɒktəsiærnaʊtɪgɛbʃədrə (bowstring hemp).

Ɒktəsiærnaʊtɪgɛbʃədrə

Pronounced: ouktuhsiarnowtigaybshuhdruh Character: unit character. Legends: piked reverse hang, upheaval, conducting. Prophecies: grand circle.

Ɛfntaɪtɛutʒtnəznbtənd

Pronounced: ayfntaitayutztnuhznbtuhnd Character: unit character. Legends: volition, home banking, lost cause.

Ɛəwfʌəɒæzthɪdidvnɪsp

Pronounced: ayuhwfuuhouazthididvnisp Character: unit character. Prophecies: scratch race. Relations: mrəzlwkbiənnrkðtnzɪr (palladium), zdəətiyfɪwrrəfʌsəɛɪɪ (mimosa), dsniʊðsmzɑærəspʌɪəən (nitroglycerin).

[janeykath318]

Closure 7

As Jamie gave herself the morning hypo the next day, she realized that this was ironically the date that would have been their eleven month anniversary. Jamie determined that she’d visit the grave today, Bones be darned, and maybe go through some of Chris’s things with Ally. Luckily, her doctor friend did not forbid the trip, only warned her to have someone with her.

“I’m thankful Bones is too much otherwise occupied to smother me all the time,” she declared to Ally. “I can’t lay around being an invalid anymore and unfortunately, other people need him far more. It’s going to be years before this city recovers.”

She looked sadly at the plies of debris being slowly carted away as clean up began.

“Damn Marcus and Khan,” Ally agreed bluntly. “At least two other Admirals are facing court martial for being involved in the Section 31 crimes and four were killed, not counting that scum bag Marcus, so the Admiralty is stretched thin right now.”

Jamie winced. “What about Captains?”

“Three died in Daystrom, another one in the crash landing on the city.”

“I’m guessing the experienced ones are getting promoted to fill the gaps in the Admiralty,” Jamie speculated. “Captain Li would make a wonderful admiral if they can pry her away from the USS Shepherd.”

“Here we are, Jamboree,” Ally said, directing her to the row of headstones where several new graves could be seen, marked by the heaped up dirt: Another reminder of the many families who were grieving.

“So many,” she whispered as they walked past heap after heap. A woman and two young children stood in front of a headstone, heads bowed, all in black and her heart clenched at the sight.

Ally stopped her four stones down and softly said “Here he is.”

Chris’s headstone was sleek and simple: polished black stone etched with his rank, name, and dates.

“It’s just perfect.” Jamie murmured, leaning into her sister-in-law.

“I thought so, too. They wanted to do something more grandiose, but Pops and I nixed that. It wasn’t who Chris was.”

That was very true, Jamie mused. She knelt and ran her fingers over the letters carved in the cold stone. Chris was all about the simplicity, all right. He barely tolerated most of the fuss that came with being an admiral and would have been content with being a captain until the day he retired, if that had been possible.

“Speaking of Pops, how is he doing? It’s got to be rough for him.”

She referred to her elderly father-in-law, who couldn’t travel much because of his health, but treated her like she was his own daughter and insisted she use the same title his children did.

“He’s hurting, but as ornery as ever and always asking about you. I told him I’d bring you out for a visit when you were cleared to travel.”

“Good plan,” Jamie agreed, placing her little wildflower bouquet on the grave. “Colorado is so beautiful, but we’d better do it soon, before I’m cleared for full duty and swamped with overseeing the refit.”

To think, she’d once bounced around Spock in giddy glee at the prospect of a five year mission. Now, she was questioning everything about Starfleet and her own desire to exploring space. But she didn’t tell Ally that.

“Happy Almost anniversary, hot stuff,” she murmured. “I’m kind of annoyed you won’t be around for it, but you’ll be relieved to know I’m going to be okay. Lucky you, you don’t have to deal with paperwork anymore. Try not to have too much fun without me, Okay?”

Allison squeezed her tighter and added her own comments.

“Yeah. Behave yourself, Chris. Say hi to Mom for me.”

As they turned away a soft voice called her.

“Captain Kirk?” It was the woman at the nearby grave. She was holding the hands of her two young children and looking at Jamie hopefully.

“I’m sorry to bother you, but my Amy here wants to say hi. You’re one of her heroes.

Jamie smiled at the serious little girl, whose brown head was covered in little black braids and was looking up at her in awe.

"Hi there, sweetie.” Jamie greeted her. “Do you like starships, too?”

“Yeah,” Amy replied. “My daddy flew one and I heard all about how you and the Enterprise saved earth. I thought you got killed by the bad man who killed my daddy.”

“No, I wasn’t,” Jamie assured her, “but I’ve been in the hospital a lot because I got hurt when the bad man attacked my ship.”

Amy’s eyes widened. “Oh, no! Did he shoot it down?”

“No, I fixed it in time, but it hurt me a lot.”

That was an understatement, all right. Jamie had died in severe pain, both physical and emotional and there was a long road ahead of her, as there would be for this family who’d lost a husband and father.

“I’m sorry for your loss,” she told the woman sincerely. Their eyes met and a look of understanding past between them as she saw where Jamie had been standing.

“Thank you, dear. And I’m very sorry for YOUR loss. Frank spoke very highly of your husband.”

Frank? The name was familiar. Oh, It must have been the Frank Abbott, captain of the Bradbury, to whom Spock was supposed to report for his new duties after her demotion. She hadn’t seen him go down and assumed he’d escaped. How awful for these sweet people.

“When I grow up, I’m going to find that creep and take him out!!” Said the previously quiet boy, balling his hands into fists.

“You won’t need to do that. I promise you the murderer was caught and won’t be able to hurt anyone again,” Jamie assured him.

“I suppose it’s classified, right?” The boy asked shrewdly.

“You’re right,” she confirmed with a rueful smile. “They’re still working on figuring out why things happened and how to prevent them from happening again.”

“It won’t bring them back,” he said bitterly, face twisting to hide his grief.

“No it won’t,” Jamie said gently. “But you can make him proud by growing up to make your own difference in this world. I grew up without my dad, too and I wasted way too much time trying to live up to him, which isn’t what he would have wanted. So you do what you’re good at, and love the family you have while you have them.”

“That was wonderfully said, Jamie,” Allison told her when they’d said goodbye to the Abbotts and made their way back to the path that led out of the cemetery.

“Comes from years of painful experience,” Jamie admitted. “If I can help them avoid being a "genius-level repeat offender” I will.“

"Hmmm. Good advice. But what a way to meet one’s future spouse,” Allison said, her grey eyes teasing.

“Oh, yes. Imagine if we’d had children and they asked how I met their father. I’d be like, "Well, son, I got drunk in a bar and picked a fight with some huge dudes and was being pummeled to a pulp when this sharp looking man comes in, oozing authority, and breaks it up and then starts giving me a recruiting spiel for Starfleet and talking about my dad and daring me to do better. I was so tipsy and stunned by how well he read me, I could hardly say a word. When he left, I thought if that’s how they grow ‘em in Starfleet, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all. So I joined and the rest is history.”“

"That’s not quite how he told it,” Ally said with a chuckle. “He saw a brilliant woman who needed a purpose to fulfill her own potential, not her father’s. The fact that you also happened to be gorgeous, well, didn’t have ANYTHING to do with it.” She winked.

“Whatever,” Jamie sighed. She did turn a little pink, though, because To this day, she was afraid in her drunken rambling, she’d told him he had a nice butt on the way out the door.

********* “Do you really like being a genius level repeat offender?”

“Maybe I love it.”

“Your father was Starship captain for twelve minutes. He saved 800 lives. I dare you to do better.” ***********

“Did I really do better, Chris?” She whispered into the dark that night. “I see all this destruction and all the graves, and right now, I just don’t know.”

#pirk #my fics #closure

[nathanielthecurious]

mogai word formation

Someone reblogged something to my dash that was from a blog cataloging mogai labels, and i ended up looking through much blogs, because many of the words are clearly Latin- and Greek-inspired but often malformed by classical morphological rules. So now I’m writing a post about mogai morphology, which is actually a great example of when people actively make neologisms to fill lexical gaps and try to mimic the morphology of a certain type of word with which they are familiar (but which come from languages and derivational rules with which they are not familiar).

I’d like to preface any observations that follow with a few notes about why this isn’t really linguistics, just observation. mogai labels don’t seem to be strictly rule-governed; different formations can and do have the same meaning and different meanings can and do have similar formations, and there’s not one right way to incorporate a given classical or non-classical root in the corpora of words that I’ve seen. Also, different individuals seem to have different ideas about what “sounds right” as a mogai term; this assertion is not based on any surveys of the neologizers (though that might be worth pursuing at some point), but just based on the wide variety of word formations.

Additionally, the non-morphological elements of this particular interaction with language are noteworthy; many of these words are not even used (or in other cases are used by only one person) once they are coined, so their creation is often less filling lexical gaps than it is an assertion of personal or ideological identity, a statement (that people relate to gender and sexuality in nuanced and individual ways, and that those nuances are important and okay) that is made through performative neologizing.

Anyway, I looked at about 300 mogai labels (not a complete list of them! this link that i just found is probably a more complete list, but I did not try to go through every single word! when writing this post) and here are some of my general linguistic observations:

some labels are clearly not meant to be pronounced, but only to be read. eg. propeestromantic

most of the words are prefix words. suffixing of a word rather than prefixing is less common but does happen, ie. gender_ instead of _gender. in the corpus of genders i looked at, this happened at least 22 times.

some gender terms that do not follow a prefix or suffix structure involve just saying the meaning in Latin rather than English (sometimes with modifications), which validates it and changes it from a description to a neologism: “nonpuer”, “ambonec”, juxera (from iuxta), proxvir. Diamoric from dia and amor is an interesting formation.

amongst the prefix words (where the prefix can be added to -gender, -boy, -girl, -fluid, -flux), there was wide variety in how the prefixes were formed. I sorted a final list of prefixgender terms into the following categories. there is a small amount of overlap between these categories, partly because i cant actually know what was going through many of the neologizers’ heads, but words that could fit into more than one category were only counted once.

A: Prefixes whose etymology I can’t for the life of me figure out (43).

B: Prefixes that are complete words on their own (68 from English words, 27 from the nominatives or first person singular present active indicative forms in classical languages, often semantically malformed because of people unfamiliar with classical languages searching for appropriate words online, eg. “Cavus-” to evoke depression the illness).

C: Prefixes formed from English or classical words, but where one or more letters are removed from the end of the word (51). This may be because some neologizers see the original word as too long to be a prefix, may be to help it phonetically flow (as a prefix is often shortened to make it end in a vowel, and as prosodic/emphatic elements may be important), or may be to obscure the original word and turn the compound into an entity of its own.

D: Latin- and Greek-derived prefixes that appear in their classically correct forms (52). There are several explanations for these, as they may be “correct” by chance (eg. axigender could be from the Latin stem of axis or could merely be a removal of the final consonant in the English word, putting it in category C), may have been coined by someone familiar with Greek and Latin morphology, or may appear in loanwords enough to be well-known English prefixes as well (eg. non-, hypo-, hydro-…).

E: Prefixes that are derived from an English or classical word, but where something is changed or is added to the end (15 at most). These are difficult to distinguish from other categories, because people may have learned of a classical word in an inflected form other than the dictionary entry and left it untouched or removed letters from the end (causing me not to recognize the processes used and not to place it in any of the previous categories). However, in at least a couple cases, a letter was added (rather than removed, as is usual) to make the stem end in a vowel, eg. aporagender from a word “apor”.

F: A small category of wordplay where the beginning of -gender adds to the word evoked by the prefix (at least four: tangender, elegender, lethargender, and energender evoking tangent, elegant, lethargy, and energy).

#morphology #word formation #latin word formation #kind of #linguistics #kinda #underappreciated hot take from nath

[hairgrowthcentre]

HAIR TRANSPLANT SURGERY – THE MYTH

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Would you be able to have a short hair style? Obviously you can, conceivably, and if the position of the unions coordinates that of your local hair with respect to the point and course, at that point you can have a truly pleasant looking outcome, however, you won't have the capacity to trick anybody into supposing you have a full head of hair that has been shaved. As well as can be expected expect is that you'll look less bare however in the event that you would like to do this and shave your giver zone then you will be baffled with the final product as you will have either obvious spot scars or noticeable holes where a follicle once existed before it was separated. I Want To Shave My Head After My Hair Transplant in UK Surgery On the off chance that you are one of those individuals that need Hair Growth Centre hair transplant surgery since you truly need to shave your head after you have an FUE hair transplant surgery then you ought to rethink having a hair transplant by any means. You need to have the ideal blend of attributes, locate the correct specialist, and have an immaculate extraction example of your unions to accomplish your objective. Chances are that this won't occur. Other than finding the correct specialist, that uses the privilege estimated punch, and comprehends the correct extraction example, or absence of an example, for your case you need to have the privilege physical qualities also. Reasonable cleaned patients stand the most obvious opportunity with regards to having scarcely noticeable scarring when shaved to the skin due to the absence of shading contrast between extremely white skin and white scar tissue however and still, after all that they need to keep away from however much sun presentation as could be expected to avoid color development in their contributor zone. This will permit the FUE scars to emerge as the encompassing scalp gets more sun introduction. Keep in mind, scar tissue does not tan! On the off chance that you have any shading to your skin then you stand a substantially higher likelihood of your HAIR TRANSPLANT IN UK contributor scars looking like white spots against your skin tone and this is the thing that you need to maintain a strategic distance from. FUE is a phenomenal strategy and it can and allows for shorter hairdos when contrasted with strip hair transplant surgery yet it is not an immaculate arrangement so before you hop into HAIR TRANSPLANT IN UK hair transplant surgery, or any hair transplant surgery so far as that is concerned, help yourself out and recollect that with surgical hair rebuilding you are possibly making another issue while treating and existing issue

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"Golden Rules" for Living with Type 1 Diabetes

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"Golden Rules" for Living with Type 1 Diabetes

One of the best resources for learning about diabetes and connecting with other PWDs (people with diabetes) locally can be summed up in five letters: TCOYD.

That would be Taking Control of Your Diabetes, the national educational conference series founded by endocrinologist and longtime type 1 Dr. Steven Edelman in San Diego. He's not only a super-knowledgeable clinician and researcher, but a really funny, passionate guy who infuses these day-long seminars with energy and inspiration. Seriously, everything I need to know about diabetes I learned at TCOYD.

For the past dozen years, I've had the privilege of speaking at my local Santa Clara event, that brings in about 1,000 patients for a full day of talks, panels, activities, a product expo and a banquet lunch -- all at the affordable price tag of just $20 per person!

This year, I was honored to be on a very cool opening panel for the Type 1 Track led by another awesome accomplished endo + type 1, Dr. Jeremy Pettus (who shared his smarts on alcohol and diabetes with us here).

Our panel was titled, "Golden Rules for Type 1s: Tips for Living Well with Diabetes," and included Dr. Bruce Buckingham of Stanford, Dr. Christine Ferrara of UCSF, Adam Brown of diaTribe, and Yours Truly from the 'Mine.

I think the audience really appreciated that we weren't trying to act as if we had all the answers, but rather just talking turkey about the realities of the hour-by-hour challenges of T1D. I thought you all might enjoy hearing the answers I prepared for this session, which aren't exactly "golden rules" but my own personal best practices, such as they are...

TCOYD) Do you have an overarching philosophy with your approach to managing your diabetes?

Amy) Do just enough to stay in decent control while STAYING SANE.

Has this philosophy changed over time?

It’s only grown stronger. Not having regular meltdowns over diabetes issues is an ongoing effort.

What would you say is the most important thing that has made a difference in your type 1 life and helped you keep on track? Inner strength/approach? A healthcare provider? Family members? Your job?

The support of my family for sure, and to a large extent exercise -- which makes me feel good physically and psychologically.

I also think it's super important to connect with other PWDs for sanity checks (TCOYD is excellent for that!)

What therapy or equipment has made the biggest difference in your life (CGM, pump, rapid insulin)?

I would say the OmniPod tubeless pump and Dexcom CGM. I love being able to pump with no dangling cannula, and the CGM has been a huge game-changer in just being constantly aware of what's happening in my body. I've also been using Afrezza inhaled insulin for the past year and have found the biggest advantage of that is having less complexity with IOB (insulin on board).

As you know, injected insulin sticks around in your system for four hours, whereas Afrezza is in and out in 1.5 hours. That means way less chance of insulin stacking, going low during exercise, nighttime lows, and more.

How important, or not, has a healthcare provider been in your success?

From my POV, the priority is that your HCP does NOT annoy / judge / misunderstand you / dismiss your concerns. You need to be comfortable and feel respected with that person! I have been fortunate to find such a doctor, although I must admit I don't see her all that often.

When everything goes to shit, what is usually the reason? Travel? Life stress? Change in diet? And what do you do to get back on track?

Travel and lack of sleep are huge for me; they usually go hand-in-hand. For that, I do my best to eat as low-carb as possible and check often, plus correct often.

Laziness / procrastination are also big factors. There are lots of times when my pump is beeping that it's time for a pod change or my CGM is alarming high, and I just don't want to deal with it immediately. I don't want to have to drop what I'm doing. But the results are almost always bad. I chalk this one up to being human.

Finally, my period does wonky things to my BG levels that are hard to predict. For the Ladies reading this: am I right? Hormonal cycles have a strong effect on blood sugar, an issue that's not discussed or explored enough.

How do you deal with exercise? Does it help your BGs or make them worse?

It’s constant trial and error. I have some set Temp Basals that I use regularly for spin class, aerobics, kick boxing, hiking and other workouts, but they’re far from fool-proof. To me, the most important thing is not to have to eat a bunch of empty calories I’m not hungry for -- in other words, to avoid going low at all costs, which often means I end up high after exercise and have to spend several hours at least chasing those highs. Come to think of it, I could use some improvement in this area.

What's your approach to food? Do you eat whatever the hell you want and just bolus for it, or do you avoid certain foods? Do you have any additional dietary restrictions?

I’m also gluten-intolerant, which is a pain in the rear, but it helps keep me very low-carb. I try to eat as low-carb as possible without making myself miserable -- meaning I try to do "just a taste" of the carby foods I desire most (which for me is mainly tortilla chips and granola bars).

Overall, I just eat a lot of protein and veggies, mostly salads. Thank God I actually like kale 🙂

How involved, or not, is your significant other in your diabetes? Do you want them more or less involved? If you could tell them one thing to change, what would that be?

My partner is very supportive, but not at all involved in the daily nitty-gritty. That's usually how I like it.

If I could change one thing, I guess I wish that instead of peering over my shoulder every once in a while to ask something like, "175, wow isn't that kind of high?," he would periodically ask a broader question, like, “Hey, how’s it going with your diabetes?” and then just listen to whatever I feel like sharing -- without necessarily trying to "fix it."

What do you LOVE to eat when you are low?

Raisins! I loved to eat lots of dried fruit before I got diagnosed, and had a hard time giving that up. Now I buy copious amounts of those little red snack boxes of raisins. Did you know the mini-boxes come in chocolate-covered and yogurt-covered varieties now too? Yum!

I stash them in my car, purse, nightstand, kitchen, suitcase, etc.

I stock up so much that one day when I had a bunch of six-packs piled in the backseat of my car, I picked up my daughter and her little friend asked, "Does your mom sell raisins?!"

Tell us a time that you have used type 1 to your advantage?

This is a hard one to admit, but I've definitely used it to get to the front of a buffet line. When I get really hungry, it feels like a low, even if my BG isn't dipping too badly. If you tell people you have type 1 diabetes and need to eat now, they're usually accommodating.

I've also had my doctor write me a letter to avoid jury duty. She actually encouraged me to get out of it if possible, because it really is tough if you get stuck there for weeks on end -- in terms of being able to eat right, exercise, etc. (Before you get judgy, know that many PWDs have gone this route.)

What does "being in control" mean to you? Is it an A1C? No hypos? Time in range?

I would say an A1C of 7.4 or less WITHOUT FREQUENT HYPOS.

My good friend Dr. Richard Jackson of Joslin Diabetes Center always encouraged me to think of "good control" this way -- not as pressure for ever-lower A1Cs, but maintaining a decent level without frequent lows, which shows that you are actually staying "in range" most of the time.

Tell us about your approach to complications. If you have them, how do you deal with them? If you don't, how often do they enter your mind?

I don’t have any yet, knock on wood! But I do think about them often – especially for eyes and feet, which are my “weak spots.” Gotta get those screenings regularly!

Give us a parting piece of advice to others on how to make life with type 1 better?

I’d return to my overarching philosophy: “Do just enough to stay in decent control while STAYING SANE.”

Sanity in this case means allowing yourself slip-ups, and taking time for family, friends and activities you enjoy (and occasional food splurges) WITHOUT FEELINGS OF GUILT.

So Dear Readers, got any "golden rules" of your own to share?

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Travel Checklist for Type 1 Diabetes

More tips for managing diabetes while travelling around the world from Cazzy Magennis, of Dream Big Travel Far!

Planning for my first four-month trip to South America seemed like a daunting task, and I did not know where to begin. But I knew that the key was planning, planning and more planning… so I came up with a checklist that I could use to help prepare, and lessen the stress of planning.

Strangely enough, I LOVE to plan, and I spent hours creating this. In the end, I was ridiculously well-prepared for my trip, and so I hope you can find it useful too.

Here’s my checklist for traveling with type 1 Diabetes!

Foot Care

Traveling with diabetes can be a strain on your feet so it is important you take extra care with your feet!

Make an Appointment

Do it! An appointment takes less than 15 minutes and you can assess how healthy your feet are, traveling will be a lot more difficult with neuropathy so make sure you get regular check-ups.

Ask for Supplies

Dependent on the health care system of your country, your doctor may give you some for free but make sure you ask for dressings & antiseptic supplies for your trip. I got a full dressing kit from my doctor which was reassuring.

Sunscreen on Your Feet

I am guilty of making this mistake. I have burnt my feet often, but we know that diabetics take longer to heal, and if you couple that with neuropathy, then sunburn is going to be extremely bad for your feet, so whilst you lathering up the rest of your body- don’t forget the little feet!

Wear Sensible Shoes

This a little common sense, don’t go around in high heels all day, but that doesn’t mean you have to wear “diabetic recommended” shoes that are usually overpriced and to be frank, not very pretty, just make sensible choices, comfy trainers, strong shoes, shoes that fit!

Listen to Your Feet

If you are going to be walking for hours and you’re cramping, or your feet are tired out, and then make sure you follow my three step rule… rest, moisturize and massage! OR get someone else to do the massage bit if you are lazy like me. Only you know your own feet, so if you feel something is wrong, then sort it right away.

Eye Care

Eye care is important, and you need to have regular check-ups to pick up any complications early on. I do two appointments a year! If you need a refresher on Retinopathy then check out this guide here.

Take Care of Your Eyelids

Be sure to wear sunscreen on your eyelids because your eyes are very susceptible to burning so don’t forget them when protecting the rest of your skin.

Prescription Glasses

Prescription sunglasses- I got my first pair this year, and I find them fantastic!  If you are going to a destination with lots of sunshine, it’s something to consider.

Helpful Tip

Remember that some anti-malaria tablets can make you more sensitive to the sun, so take extra precautions!

Health Insurance

Every country differs when it comes to health insurance and coverage. Some Americans who have health insurance may already be covered for trips abroad, but if not, it’s important you take out an adequate travel insurance policy travel insurance for your type 1 diabetes.

Read more about getting travel insurance with Type 1 Diabetes here!

Medical ID

Medical ID is usually something people like or hate… I will be honest, I hated the thought, and I avoided it at home, but I knew that when I took my first trip it was going to be imperative in case of emergency.

I would also recommend getting yourself an ID card– they’re very easy to find if you do a quick google search, and you can usually order one for free, or a small fee, and they are easy to pop in your bag.

Another suggestion is having a lock screen on your phone stating you are diabetic!

Prepare Injections

This is an expensive part of preparing for a trip! It is always important to get the correct injections for any location you visit, and you can always reference the CDC website.

Gathering Supplies

Actually calculating the amount of insulin and supplies you need for a trip is quite difficult! You need to consider out of the ordinary situations such as natural disasters or muggings. So, as a rule, I always take 3 times the supplies I would need.

This is usually way more than I use, but I feel it is better to be prepared for every situation than struggling to find insulin supplies in a remote destination which is only going to cause you stress.

Unfortunately for some people this isn’t possible under their insurance, or they just can’t afford it, but I would chat to your insurance company about the possibility of spare supplies which will be returned if not used, or getting a triple bulk of your supplies in one go and using the leftover resources on your return.

Either way, there are some extra supplies you definitely need, and for me the most notable of these is a Frio bag.

If you are in a country which offers free diabetic supplies, then I would recommend going to your doctor, explain how long you are traveling for, and order what you need. I have never had any issues with this, and if you are refused, change your doctor or get a letter from your consultant.

My Personal Checklist

Up to date with DSN, eye and feet checkups?

Doctor’s letter stating you are diabetic and need to travel with medication, pump or x-rays + a digital copy you can access in emergency

EHIC card, if you live within the European Union, which allows you quick access to diabetic supplies free of charge

Travel insurance documents+ a digital copy you can access in emergency

Medical ID– make sure you have a few in your belongings in case of theft

Spare pens in case of a pump breakdown

Lots of spare test strips for your meter

Ketone strips, lancets, batteries, pump supplies, etc.

Bring a spare monitor– order a free one, never ever pay!

An extra pump in case of theft. Some clinics provide a “spare” pump they allow pumpers to take away for a period of time… I take one with me on all my long haul travels!

Sharps disposal container– if it’s a small trip & you can’t get a sharps box, use a small tablet box and dispose of the needles when you get back!

Don’t forget a First Aid Kit! Travel clinics provide amazing ones that include antibiotics which are perfect in case of infection. They usually cost a small fee and whatever you don’t use you can reuse again and again. OR, make up your own (my mother tends to do this)!

Take a prescription of the medication you take & make sure you have the translated name of it in the country you’re visiting! Saves so much hassle in a pharmacy.

Take the number of your insulin provider & local embassy of your nationality in case of an ultimate emergency!

Wet wipes!  I honestly didn’t realize how important these are. On countless occasions, I’ve tested my bloods without clean hands and been “high”, gave insulin, and it turned out I wasn’t actually high and drove myself into bad hypos! Not fun. They also can be used to keep your monitor clean!

Frio bag– do not leave without one & find out why here!

Remember diabetes is important, but don’t let it take over your life, with a little careful planning and consideration, there is nothing you can’t do!

Happy Travels!

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Disclaimer: I am not a medical professional and all my words are based on my own personal travel experience and advice. I don’t take any responsibility for any problems or issues with type one diabetes. Please contact your diabetic nurse or doctor before embarking on a new journey! Happy travels!

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Ask D'Mine: Type 1 Kids and Birthday Parties, How Glucagon Works

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Ask D'Mine: Type 1 Kids and Birthday Parties, How Glucagon Works

Ever wish there was someone to ask all those pressing, confounding, and disconcerting questions about life with diabetes? Someone who really "gets it"? Well, now there is!

If you haven't discovered our diabetes advice column Ask D'Mine yet, now is your chance to jump in! This Saturday series is hosted by veteran type 1, diabetes author and community educator Wil Dubois.

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Laura from Arizona, type 3, sends us this reach-for-the-Kleenex tale: I have a question about what is the best site for foods for an 8-year-old girl who was just diagnosed last week. I am sorry, I am just so angry! I grew up caring and watching over my father who has had type 1 for 52 years (he is amazing), but when this happened to my little sweetheart niece I about died. She was doing wonderful in this past week, started giving her own injections, guessing her numbers while she checked her blood—just amazing to see.

But she just went to her first birthday party over the weekend and could not eat chips, dips, cake or drink the punch and sodas like all the other kiddos were doing. This is when it all hit her. She has changed, she has to think about what she eats, she has to plan ahead... Her 9th birthday is right around the corner and she told her mom that she does not want to have a party. I need to find a place where we can see the nutrition info; and isn't there some way to make a yummy birthday cake for her?!? I want her to have an amazing birthday, one that she deserves to have. I will be forever grateful for any information you can give me.

Wil@Ask D'Mine answers: Your niece sounds like a trooper-and-a-half! She's a week out of dx and doing her own injections, checking her blood, and thinking about her food. Waaaaaaaaaaaay to go, kiddo! As is often the case, the little persons with diabetes handle this mess better than their families do. (Worst job in the world alert: parent of child with diabetes, especially if you do not already have diabetes yourself.)

So when it comes to our littlest brothers and sisters I don't think anyone will flame me for saying that your first stop should be the Children with Diabetes community. Their food and nutrition section should give you everything you need and more.

As you'll get all the specifics there, I'm going to give you some more global thoughts here. Bear in mind that half the endos out there will be sending me letter bombs after reading this, and that 49% of the mothers of type 1 kiddos will be buying Wil voodoo dolls on eBay... But...

I think your niece should go to parties. And when she's there I think she should eat chips, dips, and cake. I do draw the line at the punch and soda, however. Our kind simply cannot handle liquid sugars. Ever. Well, not recreationally, anyway. As a treatment for low blood sugar it's another thing altogether. Now, back to the chips, dips, and cake. She'll probably need to limit her portions some. She'll need to pack extra insulin, of course. She should have a low-carb breakfast before heading to the party, of course.

In other words, yes, your family needs to take sensible safety precautions, but those medical needs must be balanced with the social needs of the child. Will the party make a train wreck of her blood sugar? Yeah, probably. But how often do these kinds of parties happen? A couple times a year? And how often is a type 1 kiddo's blood sugar a train wreck even when the family does every frickin' thing right? Yeah. About once per week.

I think you just need to take parties in stride. As for her own party, I'm partial to Splenda for making lower-carb yummy birthday cakes. Now remember that at least half the blood sugar impact of the cake is gonna be in the flour. Not much you can do about that, but if you have a cake recipe you like, you can substitute the sugar for Splenda, and drop the blood sugar impact of a slice quite a bit. Splenda has a freaky-looking fake snow consistency in the measuring cup and weighs next to nothing, but it'll work fine and, unlike some other faux sugars, can be used in baking. The cake will have the same flavor and consistency you're used to, it just won't brown quite right. But you're going to cover it with icing anyway, so no one will know. And, of course, you can use Splenda in the icing, too.

So, Laura, no anger. No grief. Your niece is, and will continue to be, the sweetheart she always was. Now, go put on your damn apron, break out the Splenda, and make your niece the yummiest diabetes-friendly cake of all time.

And for the rest of you, today's stock quote for Kimberly-Clark, makers of Kleenex, can be found here.

Ariel from New Mexico, type 3, asks: How long does glucagon take to work? I had read somewhere that it takes 20 minutes! I think if, God forbid, I have to give my four-year-old daughter a shot and she stayed unconscious for 20 minutes I'd die of a heart attack myself!

Wil@Ask D'Mine answers: Wow. What a great question. Glucagon, for those of you who don't know or forgot, is a drug used to intervene in near-death experiences caused by severely low blood sugar. You know, I've carried glucagon with me for years, trained dozens of people (including my own son Rio, right after his 5th birthday) to use it, but never once gave the action time a single thought.

It's instant, right? Well, no. Apparently not.

But before we get into the issue of response time, let's do a quick review. Glucagon is a hormone that causes the liver to release its inventory of sugar. It's the break-glass-in-case-of-emergency drug of last resort for severe hypoglycemia. It's an unstable compound so it must be mixed right before use. Glucagon kits are made by both Eli Lilly under the name of Glucagon Emergency Kit and Novo Nordisk under the name GlucaGen Hypo Kit. As far as I can tell, the only real difference is that Lilly's comes in a red box and the Novo kit comes in an orange box. Both have a prefilled syringe of saline and a vial of glucagon powder. To get it ready to use you must remove the syringe and vial from the case, un-cap the needle, un-cap the vial, inject the saline into the vial, mix it around, then draw it back into the syringe. What could be easier or faster?

Oh wait. Did I forget to mention that this procedure needs to be done by a presumably freaked-out type 3 whose loved one is out cold on the floor from low blood sugar? Right. Glucagon is used when it's too late for glucose tabs, gels, or Skittles. Glucagon is used when lows are so bad the PWD is unresponsive. The procedure above takes less than a minute, but I'd wager it would be one of the longest minutes of a type 3's life.

In fact, I know of one tragic story from the northern part of our state. A panicked mother injected just the saline into her unconscious son. She forgot to do the whole inject, mix, draw thing.

He died.

After I heard about that, I started all my glucagon carrying families on regular fire drills, having them practice with expired kits (minus final injection, of course). The PWDs generally have a great time simulating a low-blood sugar collapse. Oh, speaking of expired, these kits don't last forever and I'd bet that more than half of you are carrying expired ones. Make sure your damn glucagon kit hasn't expired. Go check.

Right now.

I'll wait here for you.

OK, so how long does it take to bring you back from the almost-dead? "One minute" is quoted a lot on the web, but it's false. And I think I know the source of the confusion. The physician prescribing sheet for Lilly's kit also lists another use for glucagon—and you'll love this—as a muscle relaxant for colon exams.

Yes. You always suspected that diabetes would f - - What? Oh. Well, my PG-13 rating won't allow me to clearly spell out what I'm thinking, but I'm sure you can figure out what I'd say next if I could.

Anyway, when injected intravenously, the onset of glucagon as a muscle relaxant is one minute. But nowhere in the scientific literature could I find anything close to a one minute action time for revival from a bad hypo. I think someone, somewhere along the line, saw the colon exam chart, didn't read carefully, and put the one minute time on the web. Since then it's just been repeated again and again. Copy, paste. Copy, paste. Copy, paste.

This is why you should never believe anything you read on the web.

Oh. Except here at DiabetesMine, of course.

In point of fact, the two pharma companies that make glucagon are vague about the action time for hypo revival. The sheet for docs from Lilly says, "An unconscious patient will usually awaken within 15 minutes following the glucagon injection."

Ah.

Usually awaken.

Within 15 minutes.

How comforting.

Novo's glucagon page states their product works "within about 10 minutes."

Ah.

Within about.

Very precise.

So is the Novo product five minutes faster, or is this just marketing BS? I'd still put my money on the only difference between the two being the color of the case.

More fun glucagon tips: Glucagon makes most people puke. So after you stab your loved one, roll them on their side (for complex anatomical reasons, the left side is preferred), so that they don't choke when they throw up. Oh. Unless your diabetic loved one has collapsed on an expensive oriental rug in which case the procedure is stab, drag, roll.

Then call 911. Severe lows, like earthquakes, can have aftershocks. If you just emptied your liver of sugar, you have no more reserves. A second bad low could be a one-way trip to the great beyond, so glucagon use requires a visit to the ER until things stabilize.

Oh, and according to the info sheet in the kits, if your PWD is still out cold after 15 minutes, you can give a second shot. For kids, a kit holds enough for two shots. For adults, you are out of luck unless someone has a second kit handy.

Some people worry about what if? What if the PWD is lights-out because their blood sugar is too high rather than too low? The official advice is to give the shot anyway. Highs take quite a bit of time to kill you. Hours. Severe lows can kill your pretty damn quick. Minutes count.

Where to inject? Several training manuals for school-based personnel are advocating injecting into fat, just like insulin, but the microfilm-sized instructions from both pharma companies advocate straight into muscle of the arm, butt, or thigh. Would that hurt? Hell yeah.

But don't worry, type 3s. If you've broken out the glucagon we're unconscious anyway.

We'll forgive you an achy butt for saving our asses.

This is not a medical advice column. We are PWDs freely and openly sharing the wisdom of our collected experiences — our been-there-done-that knowledge from the trenches. But we are not MDs, RNs, NPs, PAs, CDEs, or partridges in pear trees. Bottom line: we are only a small part of your total prescription. You still need the professional advice, treatment, and care of a licensed medical professional.

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