What happens when you get lupis

What happens when you get lupis

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Lupus is a chronic inflammatory disease that occurs when your body’s immune system attacks your own tissues and organs. (more?)

What happens if a person with lupus gets pnuemonia?

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All infections must be treated aggressively in lupus patients. Uncontrolled infection is one of the leading causes of death in lupus patients, along with cardiovascular events and kidney disease. The other person who answered was correct, t…

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Help with drugs.?

Q: I found out a while back from my older brother that my mom is doing a little bit of speed to help her stay awake at night when she goes to work. she has trouble staying awake because she has lupis or something. if i tell her i know, my brother will get in trouble for telling me and i don’t want that to happen. i can’t tell my dad. it’s not like she’s hurting anybody when she’s on it but i dont like that fact that she’s doing it period. what do you think i should do?My mom is a nurse.

A: You can’t ignore drug use, esp. speed because it’s addictive. You and your brother need to confont mom together and see if she’s willing to get professional help.

I’m writing a book, could you please READ AND RATE =)?

Q: Okay this is a book I want to write about me and my dogs and how they changed my life. Bellow is all I have so far but I hope you like it =) comments and suggestions are welcome!Title: My dogs; My joy, My life, My meaningIndex so far: INDEX:PG. 1: Me and my dogsBody: Hello reader, I am Anna and I have always loved and connected with dogs. I have always believed that dogs, though stinky and slobbery, are more majestic, more spiritual, and more loving than human kind. I have had a total of three dogs that have changed my view of the Canis Lupis Familiaris. K9s are loyal and caring, loving and intelligent. ~ASIA~My first life changing Canine was a German Shepherd dog that we named Asia. She was a beautiful Black and Tan pure bred German Shepherd and my whole family was influenced by her. We all took a part in her care and exercise. We owned her until she was about four or five years old.As a puppy Asia was energetic and curious. She would love to go into my dollhouse when I was about seven and she made her great escape through the garage. Headfirst down the chimney was her routine. As she got older she got bigger and her ears pricked up, one by one. One of them ended up being a bit floppy because of my little brother, Sean, who would fold one ear down and laugh at the lopsided dog. He was only about four so he didn’t know the difference and thought it was okay. While he may have gotten a kick out of it, she ended up being a lopsided German Shepherd. Once in a while her ear would perk up as if something was too hard to hear and pointing her ear up would help her hearing, which, come to find out, is a way that dogs hear things better, by poking their ears up and tilting their heads one way or the other. She was a beautiful dog and was so loyal. We moved about two times while we owned her and with each move she became more confused and less willing to be around other dogs. Like me, when my family moves, she had become less social and more insecure, she followed a pattern daily but it didn’t include a walk unless I talked my mom into letting me walk her around past our neighbors and back through their back yard to ours and to the house again. It was a short walk but it was all she had.We did exercise her a lot with the game of fetch. I would run around with her in our large yard and race her from the back of the house to the end of the yard, she would follow loyally next to me. She always followed me around the house, only once in a while would she actually lay down and let me do my thing. If she wasn’t following me, she would follow my mom around. One of her habits was eating butter. She absolutely loved the fatty substance we all know as butter, and she would jump up onto the counter top or table top and eat the butter sitting there and quickly descend looking at us innocently with a large smudge of butter on her upper lip as if to say ‘What? I wasn’t doing anything, why are you looking at me?’ She was a pain and a joy around our household.One day we decided to take Asia out with us as we talked with our neighbors. One of our neighbors has a Chocolate Lab named Joe. He is a pretty dog and is very large. The next door neighbor’s dog Indiana (Indy) walked between them and Joe attacked Asia for no apparent reason. Asia had a shock collar and my mom thought she was the one doing the biting, which was not the case, and shocked her over and over saying “No! No Asia, bad dog! No!” The whole thing terrified me, Joe biting at Asia’s side and ear, Asia frantically pulling away, showing no aggression.Finally Joe released his grip on Asia and he and his owner went home without saying sorry or anything. We brought her home and noticed the chunk of ear missing and the large gash in her side. My mom took pictures of the wounds and brought them over to Joe’s owner to say that she was sorry for what had happened and to make sure Joe wasn’t at all hurt. Joe’s handler didn’t even say sorry or offer to pay the vet bill, she just nodded her head and then shut the door without a last word.After that Asia became more protective of herself and more aware of everyone and everything around her. She became paranoid and started to aggress. That all led up to the Christmas Eve that she bit my mom and we had to make the tough decision to euthanize her. I may have only been ten years old, but I loved Asia and went into the examination room with her to watch her body, once breathing and energetic, deflate into nothing more than a still and cold carcass. I didn’t cry at first, I was mostly stunned when the shot stopped her heart.The first thing I said to my mom was “Is she dead?” she answered with an “I think so…” Then I sucked up the tears a little longer and stayed in there with the body as my mom exited to tell my little brother that she was gone.I ran my small hand from her muzzle to her tail where I brushed the tail fur with my hands and walked around to look at her lifeless face. I lifted an eyelid and I immediately knew that it was true, it was real. Her chestnut brown eyes showed no expression. She was gone forever. It wasn’t until then that I let tears escape my eyes and a whine slip through my lips. I didn’t know what I had until she was gone. Now everyday I think about her and all the fun times we had together. She was a great dog and I would do it all over again if I had the chance. Shortly after her death we moved to Chicago.

A: If you want to write about your dogs, that’s great. Just know that it might not be extremely popular among the public. To be honest, the moment I read your title, I thought, “cheesy”.