❤️‍ EMERGENCY-Medical, moving, legal etc. ❤️‍✨

Hey friends, Olivia here.

I think creating this page in itself says it all, if you know me. If you don’t, I can promise I am willing to get to know you. Everyone can use a friend sometimes. I’ve learned that a handful of times in the hardest of ways, and find myself at a strange new low.

I have inflammatory bowel disease, and have been ill and out from work, from a job I just recently got and instantly fell head over heels in love with. I have been long overdue for scans, and finally got them this past Wednesday and Thursday. Biopsies were taken, a hernia and inflammation and mucosa were all found, and it’s the results to make sense of this all that were still waiting on. Chrons disease was never listed as a diagnosis on my chart, because I never believed I was sick in the first place. Until very recently, I would have argued to my very own death I was a hypochondriac. But that explains nothing… Long story short, all the doctors were right all along and this is something to be taken seriously.

The day after my endoscopy, I woke up with a terrible cough and eventually got a fever high enough to follow my doctors directions and call 911. And I did. And when I tell you the universe works in mysterious ways, here’s why: The fireman who arrived with his partner before the ambulance, recognized me from childhood and said, “hey - I know you…” in the most caring way that I don’t quite know how to even properly punctuate. The rest of the night was a horror story. I was diagnosed with Covid, *only* after the Doctor was offended at my request for a female doctor and then called security to have me discharged for abusing his staff. This was also before I was given 2 mg of Ativan; a drug I remember telling the nurse I had never taken before, yes I know what it is, it’s short acting, right? So it’s like Xanax? - Yes, exactly. Fast forward to a head ct to look into PANS due to the cocktail of illnesses I suffered from, all at the same time during my fifth year of life. But no paperwork. Now, I don’t “lose” paperwork… and then 12 hours later I remembered after I was discharged from the ER, I was high enough to decide that walking home at sometime close to 5 AM wasn’t something to worry about. Did I mention I’m a pro in that too, worrying? I’m known to have a very diverse résumé, indeed.

And then, fast forward to today, the brand new bottom that doesn’t actually seem to have a floor this time… I’m “handy,” sure, but I guess I can only blame myself for loving challenges…

Physically, because I have a not so mild case of Covid, I now have zero ability to earn income. I don’t have benefits, savings, or anything else left to pull on that has already been spent just getting us through the year to date, for most of which I was without insurance at all.

To the people even taking the time to READ this, thank you. You’ve already helped us and it helps. And to the people who are maybe able to spare anything this holiday season, everything helps. And thank you for even CONSIDERING giving anything when we all know it’s not easy for anyone right now… And to those who have donated, I don’t have the words or whatever I would need to thank you properly, but please trust I will find them and thank you when I am able to. I try to believe, or maybe hold on to theoretical explanations for the things I observe around me - like the butterfly effect or a stone thrown in a pond, (enter the other cliches I forgot for the record,) I don’t understand it all yet, and especially don’t understand the magic behind the wonderful people who are reading this right now. But I guess magic will have to do for now. ✨

Thank you, thank you, thank you, for every single thing you all have already given us. ❤️‍ I promise we’ll be paying it forward. ❤️