iron too low

When a blind woman was named Inquisitor, none of her inner circle expected the task before her to be easy. Neither did any of them expect her to face it alone. Each of them has their own task, a duty they have assigned themselves to make Elera Lavellan’s life just a little easier, a role they carry out with stubborn dedication. None of them say it, but they all know that every one of them would rather die than see someone else take their place.

Solas walks with her in the Fade, drawing her into his memories, conjuring up images of the places they’ve been. Only her body is blind, and in the Fade, she can see the echoes he creates for her. They stroll the ramparts of Skyhold together, a smile flickering around her mouth as she looks out on the rolling mountains, and he helps her memorise every staircase and passageway so that she might navigate them more easily in her sightless waking world. He shows her the Emerald Graves, so that she can stand beneath the trees and gaze at the million different shades of green the sunlight creates as it falls through the leaves. He shows her, despite his scorn, the Dalish camp they visited in the Exalted Plains, so that she can remember her own clan and feel, for a time, at home. They walk the paths of his memories together, he her hahren, and she, a student and friend he is proud to teach.

Varric does what an author does best - he puts the world around them into words. When they reach the top of a slope and let out gasps of awe at a view that Elera can’t see, he steps up to describe it to her, painting every detail with the best words he can think of until she smiles and whispers, I can picture it. He does the same with the people they meet, telling her everything from the colour of their hair to how high she has to look to meet their eyes. Leave it to the others to do the basics, helping her to make it through the world. Varric’s duty is to make that world beautiful.

Sera is the one who climbs. Up the piles of rocks, balancing on beams and narrow ledges, clambering onto rooftops and jumping between gaps. She hates those creepy shards, but Elera says they’re important, and Sera’s damned if she’s letting a blind woman go hauling herself up those frigging rock piles to reach them. Elera would do it if someone else didn’t, stupid stubborn woman, and Sera doesn’t want to see her fall and get herself killed. Because even though she’s an elf, an elfy elf, a really elfy elf who wants those pissing elfy shards to open that elfy temple… somehow, they ended up as friends. Real good friends. And Sera was never one to let her friends get hurt.

Vivienne picks out her wardrobe, not only for all those soirees and balls that the Inquisitor is obliged to make an appearance at, but for day to day wear. Just because practicality is Elera’s greatest concern - finding something with few buttons she needs to fumble at and few fastenings to struggle with - doesn’t mean she should be forced to sacrifice fashion. Vivienne seeks out fine silk and velvet for her, fabrics that a Dalish elf could never have heard of or touched before. She finds tunics in rich turquoise to match her vallaslin, and, for special occasions, a ballgown in pale silvery-blue, so unearthly against her pale skin that she almost seems to be wearing moonlight.

Dorian reads to her. It starts with him making some remark about a book on spirit magic he’s been browsing through. That sounds interesting, she says, could you read that passage to me? And before long it’s a tradition. She comes to the library, he finds a book, they sit in chairs facing each other and Dorian reads. At first it’s mostly tomes on magical theory, but soon, he’s narrating a new chapter of Hard In Hightown every evening, and a little circle gathers around them to listen, all of them catching their breath in unison over the dramatic parts and groaning whenever Varric ends things with yet another cliffhanger.

Cassandra has always been at home on the battlefield, and right from the start, she appoints herself the task of making sure that Elera can feel at home there too. Two rage demons, approaching from the right, and three wraiths, she roars, as the rift splits open and pours the Fade’s denizens forward.  One Red Templar in heavy armour, one archer. Just the simplest things, the things that tell Elera where to stand and what spell to use. There’s nothing she can do to make the bellowing of demons and the clashing of weapons less chaotic - but she can try to bring some kind of order out of the chaos. That’s what she does best, after all.

Bull takes it upon himself to make sure she can indulge in all the things the others won’t let her. Honestly, they treat her like she’s made of glass sometimes, and he knows it infuriates her, knows that she doesn’t want to be coddled. She’s blind, not a child. So he’s the one who makes sure she drops into the Herald’s Rest like all the others, the one who buys her a drink and lets her vent. She rarely has more than one or two, but all the same, he walks with her back to her room afterwards. Leaders have as much right to let themselves go as anyone from time to time. The fact that this leader can’t see doesn’t make the damnedest bit of difference to that.

Cole helps. He appears from thin air to guide her up staircases and through passageways when she needs it - but only when she needs it, because he knows she wants to stand alone as much as she can. And since she can’t see the curl of another man’s lip or the twitch of his brow while she speaks to him, Cole reads people for her, telling her the things she can’t pick up from their words and their tone. To him, her lack of eyesight means nothing. She’s a person, like all the others, and her thoughts are the same as everyone else’s. 

And Blackwall stands beside her. Where he’s meant to be. He’s the shield between her and everything that could ever possibly hurt her, the hand that flashes out to catch her when she stumbles and the weapon that cuts down the enemy who dared to get close. He’s the arm she rests her hand on as they go about their travels, the voice that tells her the path’s getting steeper or take it slow, there’s a sharp drop to the right. At first it’s an obligation, the duty of a soldier who’s seen men suffer a thousand different wounds from war, losing eyesight and limbs and sanity and Maker knows what else. He knows how to help someone whose body isn’t quite whole. 

But it becomes more than that, so much more. She is so strong, so capable, so determined to face all the trials thrown at her by a world she can’t see - but she can’t protect herself from everything. Just as he has needed her, needed her calm kindness and her dauntless faith in him, so she needs him to be her first and last line of defence. He knows, as the rest don’t (all right, Cole probably does, but all the normal rest don’t) that the one thing Elera Lavellan fears is oblivion. Being lost and alone with nothing to guide her.

She won’t have to face oblivion while he’s still breathing. She will always be able to reach out for him and find him there, to hear him tell her, I’m here, my lady. To which she responds with a smile and a murmur - I know, vhenan. Thank you.

She is his fortress, he is her shield, and nothing in the world can touch them.

anonymous asked:

I had a blood exam last week and found out my iron levels are too low. I eat beans, lentils and whole grains every day. Do you think I need supplementation or is there something I could add to my diet? (I don't like taking supplements)

I had the same problem as you and i needed to take supplements. I personally also don’t like to take them but if it’s necessary you definitely should and you’re only doing yourself good with it :)

Things I regret not doing in college

So I graduated last year and now that I’m enrolling for my “MA” degree I’ve been thinking about those things I regretted from my BA years.

1. Go to class and sit up front. I know, no one wants to be the nerd sitting up front but thing is, lecturers and professors only see the first two rows and that means that they’ll remember you when exams times come. There’s the added bonus that you will be forced to take notes. (Always ask before recording a lesson btw)

2. Make Connections. Sure I got a couple of peers who I still hear from, but the connections I’m talking about here is the old boring guy lecturing you all day long. Start early and make friends with lecturers, they are people too and some of them are really lovely too. Also, it’ll be useful when you’ll have a thesis to write, as most lecturers would rather take under their wing a student they know for sure will be reliable than just risk getting a sloucher. So maybe if there’s you (the student the lecturer doesn’t know) with the same grades of a student that they know already, they won’t pick you. Ah, they can write recommendation letters when time comes and you want to get a certain job or doctorate.

3. Go to Conventions and Panels from experts. I was a International Relations Minor and we were given the possibility f attending various conventions and panels for free or half-price. Moreover my lecturers organised some themselves and invited us all. I only ever went to those that would be in the exam. That was a sad mistake, although rationally, I do live 30 mins of a risky train out of the campus. Anyway, if the thing isn’t too late at night, go!! First off, if you’re not interested in “more” then you’re not interested enough in what you’re studying in the first place, secondly - those conventions is where you can make connections that will come in hand later. 

4. Pick up the phone and just ask. College bureaucracy is fucking hell and their websites are even worse so don’t be afraid of picking up the phone and call the administration or whatever they offer as “student care”. I remember my course was experimental still, so we had procedures for the damn bureaucracy that were different from all other courses and they were just all over the place. It was hell, and somehow the administration decided we didn’t need a “how to graduate” faq page like every other course on the course webpage, so they just held this meeting once a year with lecturers that didn’t even know what they were doing anyway (no one did tbh). Of course we all ended up blowing up the stupid administration bureau for weeks until they eventually realised that maybe writing down the whole stuff was easier for every party involved.
So yeah literally just ask, chance are it’s a question they’ve heard a billion times before already. (Write an email first, but consider that they usually reply with “it’s written on the website” without even pointing out where. It could be an automatically generated answer tbh)

5. Eat well! I can’t stress this point enough. I’m not saying not to eat junk, but be sure to get all the nutrients you need. Some universities offer blood work for free. Get it tested (stds too, ince you’re at it anyway). If you’re missing nutrients like iron, studying will be way slower and sometimes even pointless. I made this mistake and had really bad chronic fatigue up until a few weeks ago because, yes my iron was not too low, but coupled with my mild anaemia and being a vegetarian it made my life way harder. Sometimes you feel tired and stressed and it just happens that you’re low on some stupid nutrient.

6. DRINK AND SLEEP. okay?? I mean everyone pulls all-nighters close to exams, but don’t stay up for the sake of it (=tumblr). You will regret it the day after and you’ll regret it even more when you’ll have to spend the night studying. Also don’t pull all-nighters the night before an exam. It probably won’t help any and you’ll be dead tired for the exam. AND DRINK WATER. no!, tea and coffee don’t count. you need water to function. Drink 8 glasses everyday, more if you are going to end up drinking alcohol. When you take a break from studying, drink some water. It’ll help restore concentration.

7. Work a routine out and stick to it. I’m not talking about a daily routine, but take into account everything you want to do in your week, scratch out what is not a priority and work what’s left into a manageable routine. Leave “Free periods” in it, so that you will be able to “make time” and work any unexpected event/request/work/whim into your routine. Don’t be to rigid about it, but try to stick to it and tweak and change it as you go. A planner could come in hand, but whatever works for you it’s gold.

8. Make time for yourself. College is gruesome and it will burn you out if you don’t just stop, take a step back and spend some quality time with yourself. I personally drive myself into an early grave way too often, so much that I always end up sick after (and sometimes even during) my exams. Try not to follow that example.

9. Start thinking on your thesis now. Even if it’s 3 years away. Even if you have no clue what you want to work on. Hell, even if you already know what you’re going to do. Write down those weird ideas that come up during class or studying, write down those weird questions you ask yourself at 3 am the day before an exam. Write down those shower thoughts you amuse yourself with. Those are all great ideas. At the end of all your courses, those are all starting lines, you’ll need all of the ideas you have, because thesis is one kind of hell that almost put me off permanently from higher education. Don’t let yourself write a thesis you don’t care for and you don’t like, if you can. Consider that your thesis is the first big actual step you take towards your dream job. Your thesis is something you can use in your career, it a publication you can even quote on your curriculum vitae. Make good use of it.

10. Don’t be afraid to change your course. This is not something I’ve been through but my brother is having a rough time. Sometimes you pick a course and you believe it’s the greatest ever, but six months in and it sucks, one year in and you hate it or you’re failing all your courses. Maybe it’s just not the course for you. Switch course if you can. You can drop out too if you feel that RATIONALLY it is not your path. Just don’t let self-pity and anger make decisions for you. There’s nothing shameful in changing course or dropping out. It might feel like a failure, but college is not for everyone - and your emotional and general well-being should not be strained just for education. Of course you can also take a year or a semester to figure things out, just don’t get lost in the system. Talk to a specialist if you feel the need, they will help.

Stay safe and healthy and don’t give up on yourself.

i’ve been struggling with fatigue and i’m sure it’s because my iron levels are still too low so i’m going to switch to a liquid iron supplement because supposedly those are more easily absorbed by the body

being anemic sucks because obviously you need to eat a decent diet in order to recover but anemia itself causes loss of appetite and building your iron stores back up is difficult when you don’t feel like eating/get full very quickly

Love is Love is Love

What happened in Orlando was the largest mass shooting in US history, but just like every other crisis such as this, we mourn, we stand vigil, we change profile pictures, we argue, we get defensive, and nothing- not a goddamn thing- changes. I. Am. Sick of it. Random acts of hate and violence that lead to the deaths of human beings should not be tolerated. Not here. Not anywhere. The media has a short attention span, and if there is anything I’ve learned from Hamilton and working on a documentary about the Flint Water Crisis, it’s that every story deserves to be heard and remembered and learned from.

There isn’t much I can do to change legislation. I can vote, but that only goes so far. My iron is too low to donate blood. My funds are too low to provide financial relief. But I do have my words, a needle, and some thread. I was inspired by @linmanuel’s sonnet at the Tonys. “Love is love is love is love is love is love is love is love cannot be killed or swept aside.” I name this project for that- Love is Love is Love Bracelets. I’m selling each one for $10, and ALL the funds I receive will be donated to the GoFundMe supporting the victims of the Pulse Shooting.

Shitty things happen everywhere, but they should not. Love is love. Spread it.

Each bracelet is made to order. If you would like to purchase one, message me with the following:

- Which pattern # you want for the large, middle heart
- Which pattern # you want for the small hearts
- Your approximate wrist diameter in inches.

I will send you a link to my PayPal.

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