Urgent medical needs for furry artist

Hello everyone, my name is Christian or Toaster-Arts as friends and people on the internet know me. I am 26 years old and I am a psychologist recently graduated from a university in Mexico, a rookie artist and in my spare time an indie programmer. I am in trouble and I need your help to stay alive longer, the situation is difficult and unfortunately the circumstances turned against me completely and this has turned into hell that I do not wish even on my worst enemies, a series of unfortunate events that led me to where I am now. I will explain in detail what happened to me and hope that this can open your hearts to help me in this time of need.

It all started in January. I worked as a cashier and floor attendant in a well-known Mexican self-service chain. I loved my job. I got up every day to go in at 6 am and leave at 3 pm. The pay wasn't the best, but it was enough to provide money for my partner and general expenses. One day when we returned from work, my partner and I arrived home and when we opened the door, a lot of smoke came out. On the floor was my partner's mother, the stove was on and on it a pan with oil already burned. His mother was on the floor with an embolism, we still don't know if from the fall or from the smoke she was inhaling. My partner panicked and the shock made me nervous but I kept calm and handled the situation as it should be. I called an ambulance from the Red Cross and my partner went with her. It was clear something was not right since she did not speak and had very erratic movements. When they left I went into a panic attack and several neighbors came to my aid.

I continued to go to work normally, sometimes I had to ask permission to go to the hospital and exchange places with my partner so that I could eat, sleep and take a shower. It was just him and me in this so my bosses were quite flexible. I don’t like hospitals and the idea of ending up in one scares me a lot, his mother couldn't eat alone, she had to be cared for in all possible ways. They put a stomach tube in her stomach to be able to feed her, but it tore off, which caused a lot of sleepless days and nights. I was his only moral and psychological support, the doctors called to give me the bad news because my partner looked badly broken inside and quite affected by this whole situation. Unfortunately, his mother died of respiratory complications on January 17 at 3:40 in the morning. Soon after, my partner called me agitated and desperate, the nurses could barely hold him. I took the few things I had on hand and got in my car to go as fast as I could. I saw a lifeless person and the person I love the most totally destroyed and I don't blame him, he must feel horrible. The hospital left his lifeless mother next to him for almost 45 minutes until they made the decision to go to her and put her in a body bag. He said goodbye to her and as I could I had to drag him out because I had seen enough.

He was devastated I had to see his mother dead not once, not twice, but three times. I was the one in charge of finding a funeral home to help us with this very difficult process because my partner was simply on automatic pilot processing what was happening. I found a funeral home, they were fast, efficient, and I couldn't be more grateful to them for their help. I was already in overtime for 3 days without sleep or sleeping enough not to collapse based on eating Red Bulls & junk food and driving a car around town. Eventually, one of the funeral home workers had to take us to their offices to continue the process because it just reached a point where my body said enough and I collapsed.

That was the beginning of what I consider my fall into disrepair. My partner had a few days of mourning to process the whole situation. I went back to work normally but I was already affected. I was beginning to feel quite ugly pains in my kidneys, I felt very tired, excessively tired, a fatigue that I had never felt in my life, muscle pain. It did not matter if I slept 8 or more hours, it felt like I had not slept at all. My colleagues noticed some black spots on my face that are around my eyes, I didn't care about it since I'm one of those people who take a quick medicine to get out of the problem and continue working, but things kept falling and falling until I reached a point where I couldn't even get out of bed. The pain was intense, I rolled over in pain and if for some reason I managed to get out of bed and go to work, I didn't get that far and I collapsed at work, my boss ordered me to go to the company doctor and with the help of a colleague I had to go to work. When the doctor saw me, she told me that my kidneys were the problem. I looked yellow and the spots were quite prominent on my face. She gave me medicine to curb the pain a bit and ordered me to see my family doctor to continue. With the treatment, he sent me to do some blood and urine tests and an ultrasound of the kidneys, spleen, liver and bladder to determine what was happening with me. The health system is deficient and I did not want to wait months for the studies that I needed so I went to a private clinic to have my studies done and delivered as soon as possible with those already ready on March 27. I went to the family doctor to find out what was happening to me.

I told the doctor everything I had felt and what had happened, I gave the tests to the doctor and his exact words were, "you are more dead than alive" as is obvious I did not like that answer when I asked him what was happening, he explained that I had a fatty liver, I had a swollen spleen, I had kidney problems due to possible stones and probable partial failure, insulin resistance and possible diabetes since I had blood sugar out of the normal range. The doctor prescribed me some medicines for the pain, to regulate my blood sugar and to treat fatty liver, he sent me to nutrition to get a change in my diet, he sent me to the psychologist because the diagnosis was a reaction to grief, insomnia and anxiety, and he sent me to carry out some more studies: an electrocardiogram, some x-rays in the abdominal area, and other blood tests again to verify the state of my lungs and heart. When he told me that, I did not like it at all, he is a doctor and I understand they must be firm but there was something about the way he said things to me that made me feel like I was going to die tomorrow.

I ended up losing my job due to accumulated absences, the days in which I couldn't even get out of bed had taken a toll on me and for forcing myself to do so I ended up falling down the stairs. I hate being unfulfilled, I hate missing my job, but this time my body had simply had enough. I don't drink alcohol, I don't smoke, which the doctor was asking me several times, they called me from human resources to sign my discharge, which I had to do because although I had justification, it wasn't enough to justify the whole week that I didn't go to work because of the pain.

Well that all happened without adding all the garbage that happened to me in between, like my car stopped working for no reason when I needed it the most. The day my partner called me to let me know what had happened, I parked my car in a little street friendly and when I returned I found a broken window and several things stolen from the inside, fortunately nothing that was important, me being rejected from every job I decided to set foot in or send my CV, my car having a leak and after that a failure in the radiator, I almost crashed on several occasions, several attempts by my friends to collect money to help me in my case failed in the worst possible way, let's just say that all this was an experience.

I am finally here today asking for help I am really at a point at which I no longer know what to do and I am stuck, the studies that I mentioned before were scheduled for months and since I am not working I no longer have health insurance, paying for public health insurance is an odyssey and to top it off I finished the medicines that they had prescribed me for a month. I cannot buy more medicines because first I must be evaluated and take the studies that I must do in a clinic.

So that is why I write this message to ask for help, I understand that the situation is difficult and I understand that I am not the only one who is in similar situations, there are people worse off than me, but in this my personal hell. I am trapped and although my partner is supporting me as he can, the expenses have become more than what he earns in a week of work.

So with my heart in my hands and with all the sorrow in the world I am here asking for your help. Anything is good even a few words of support at this time any emotional support means a lot to me.

• First, I need to do the medical tests that I have pending to determine what is wrong with my heart and lungs before it gets worse.

• The diet I'm on right now is low in fat. I practically spend my time eating fish every day. I like fish, but it's an expensive diet to maintain.

• When the doctor evaluates me again, I will have to buy more medicines, without adding that I must pay a doctor in the first place, what I currently do is go to a well-known pharmacy here where there are doctors at very low costs. I am not extravagant in any way.

• I already have a glucometer to measure my sugar but I would like to have a scale to measure my weight. I must lose a few kilos to slow down all situations a bit, nothing expensive just the bare minimum to know my weight every week.

• Psychological care is out of my reach right now so me and my depression are going to have to be together a while longer. The doctor told me to avoid stress to prevent my body from breaking down. I'm stressed by all this but I keep calm enough that it doesn't get worse.

Finally, I would like to thank my friends who have always been with me and you who have taken the time to read me, it is not something I am proud of having to write these things but I really appreciate the time you took to get here and yes Your heart allows you to support me, I will be very grateful to all of you, I know that not all of those who use this platform are in the area of drawings, but to the people who donate more than $10, I will give them a drawing upon request (this drawing being from the furry fandom). If you don't want the drawing you can decline it and I'll pick someone at random to get it, I know it's not much but it's my way of saying thanks for your help.

You can see my gallery on the internet using this link:

https://www.furaffinity.net/user/toaster-arts

I have nothing more to say, just thank you very much for reading, for your support and your words of encouragement that I need at this time when I cannot do it alone.

I see ya all around like a donut.

Christian- aka Toaster-arts