
Insta:
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Twitter (inactive):
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Kat is from York, PA, a grand metropolis out in Pennsyltucky with nothing to do but fake sick. She used to have another instagram, but if it's still around at all, I can't find it. 2014 she started this one which apparently used to be @kat_barfs (classy) to document her journey from skinny cute 23 year old woman who wasn't getting enough attention to morbidly obese genderblob in a wheelchair. She claims to have gastroparesis (lol), POTS, fibromyalgia, overactive bladder, polycystic ovaries, a serious nut allergy, migraines, osteopenia, spinal stenosis, arthritis and more. Is currently looking into EDS, it appears. The apparent trigger for all of this was moving to York from Baltimore followed immediately by a bout of appendicitis in 2014. From what little she says about it, it seems like her apartment in Baltimore was a filth hole full of alcoholics and she left to move back in with the 'rents until she could get a place with her boyfriend.
All she ever posts about is her health and her pets and like most munchies she does not work and no longer has any real friends. Describes herself as a "professional patient and all-around sick person" on Facebook. Ready?

Here is one of the first posts on her 'gram. She's claimed to have just had an appendectomy and bowel resection. that is a drain tube, not a feeding tube, coming out of her nose.
Birthday cake is a smoothie, eating baby foods, humblebrag about weight loss. She never explains what's happened to her, never mentions a diagnosis, but she also doesn't engage in hashtag abuse. She seems to have just been reporting her life to friends and most of her early posts are about trips to nearby Baltimore, moving out on her own, concerts, parties, and her pets. Nothing that would raise alarm bells for me.




Wellspan Hospital is apparently on her shit list.
Here we go. Reglan is for gastroparesis, protonix is a proton-pump inhibitor for acid reflux, and by "shit tea" she means tea made from senna, the stimulant laxative that is in Ex-Lax. Camrese is just birth control.
Like Dani she was studying to be a Pharmacy Tech, with her protein shake and baby food.
Complaining that she's losing too much and will soon be bones. Looks like she's at a healthy weight.
Bought a blender to make her own slop, does not need scrubs anymore because she apparently quit school. She also starts hiking and posting gym selfies, having fun, being a normal 24-year-old. Looks like she's on the mend.


Hospital selfie. Does not explain

Can drink soda. Carbonated drinks are generally not a good idea if you have any kind of reflux or motility issue.

Longer hospital stay at Wellspan York, which apparently doesn't go her way so she switches to Hershey, an hour away. Doesn't mention this again and is not in the hospital the next day so apparently they didn't want her either.




Zofran and phenargan are both prescription nausea drugs

Back in the hospital. Gets an NJ tube that she can't wait to take a thousand pics of







Magic tube means she can eat pizza now
Two weeks later, tube gone. Can drink coffee.

She's been trying to get a better job for months and despite her ridiculous outfits, she gets one. Her health stabilizes and she stops bitching about everything for weeks. Can drink wine, mixed cocktails, beer, and cider and eat nachos. It's a miracle, she's cured everyone. Praise the magic two-week tube.




Oh no, a flare! Back to Ensure and smoothies (but still coffee of course). Around this time she apparently quit the job.

Hospital, first pill porn.

Another hospital admit. Morphine and sent home. Getting visibly heavier despite "gastroparesis" and no tube.
Another hospital admit. IV saline, refuses to eat food until she gets another NJ. By the way it's a munchie trope to be in the hospital for important events like holidays, birthdays, and weddings. This is because the attention isn't on them and/or they get more sympathy for not being able to participate in the event. They get all the medical attention and drama they crave plus the "poor Kat couldn't come to thanksgiving so we'll all come visit her to make her feel better" extra attention. This is why Jaq's last fatal admit was over Easter and moving to a new house.




No one else enjoy their holiday because I'm starving myself and you're making it hard to resist the food I'm perfectly capable of eating! Sincerely, PAY ATTENTION TO ME NOW
Tubed again, naturally. Magic tube to the rescue. Once installed she suddenly can handle oral intake again. She doesn't even have the Jaquie excuse of "oh I can vent and drain so my nausea isn't as bad" with an NJ.






GJ tube talk starts. Mentions going to Temple for a gastric stimulator which is the same hospital Dani got hers placed at (and I think the only one in the city that really does them as they're a crapshoot). Is on domperidone which is not approved in the US but many doctors suggest patients order from Canada because it's used everywhere else in the world with no problems.
E-begging begins. Just for the dog.
Less than a week after mentioning it, she gets her GJ. Immediately starts decorating it like a good munchie.



Ah yes, because you can't just like, wrap it around to your back or lace the extension tubing up underneath your shirt. You have to lace it through the front so everyone can see it, because it's not stuck to your face anymore so how will they know you're the sickest spoonie?
Pill porn, "tape rash"

Migraines that last five days but do not preclude selfies and long instagram rants several times per day. Vomiting everything. Makes her boyfriend dress up for her attention supply, too.

Immune compromised, must mask. Masks are better worn by the person who has the flu as they will catch the moisture from their coughing and sneezing and prevent it from being breathed in by others or landing on common surfaces. With regular hand washing by the sick person and others in the house, it can markedly improve the odds of not spreading the flu. She never mentions immune issues before or after this.
Scores a holter monitor
HELP MY DOG IS DYING AND WE NEED TO USE OUR ENTIRE TAX REFUND TO PAY FOR HER SURGERY AND IT'S NOT ENOUGH WE NEED YOUR HELP. Proceeds to spend tax refund on toobie pads. By the way what's wrong with the dog is they never spayed her and fed her too much shitty food and she ended up with mammary tumors and pancreatitis.

So over this heart monitor. Better mention it so people know it's not just a purse strap or something.

Too special for motility drugs.



Gives herself C-diff probably by running to the hospital every 2 minutes. Sancuso is a nausea patch, Vancomycin is antibiotics.



Can't eat. Better make boyfriend buy me Trix. Draining bile out of her tube and taking photos of it because why not?

Claims a tremor. Foot in a boot. "Cat steals my food" i thot u couldn't eat


Organizing her medical supplies

Start of the "I fall down all the time and definitely need a wheelchair" saga. Next day goes for a Tilt Table Test and gets diagnosed "borderline POTSy." TTT is very easy to fake. Just don't eat or drink for a day or two and you've got a POTS diagnosis, and days after she gets it she admits she's super dehydrated. Suddenly needs to use the scootypuff at the grocery store.



Meds. "York did a shitty job and I needed a bigger tube!" Funny, you seem to be gaining weight just fine with your bad tube. Shes on TwoCal HN after this, twice as calorific as standard formula and one of the highest density formulations you can buy.



She's obsessed with the idea of "color in her face" as if this is a clinical term. Back in the hospital, gets a walker. Less than a year ago she was hiking in the Conewago Mountains.






Dehydration and deconditioning will do that.

DIGS THROUGH HER STOMACH CONTENTS TO FIND THINGS. You know there's a psychiatric finding called the "matchbox sign" where patients who think there are bugs in their skin arrive in the office with a small container full of things they've dug out of their body. Just saying.
Breaks her clavicle during a "panic attack".

Shaves her head because her hair is falling out, not because she wants to look more sickly.


Starving herself again


"Palliative care"


Let's see what Kat takes. Gas-Ex. Toramax which is an NSAID, Linzess which is for constipation, Dexilant is a proton pump inhibitor for acid reflux, salt for POTS, coke is actual Coca Cola for flushing clogged lines if you need to, Celexa is an SSRI for depression, whole fuckton of benadryl, more NSAID, and of course a narcotic.
"I'm always an 8/10 and today I'm an 11/10" selfie with sick face. Hospital gives her morphine, tells her to fuck off. She finds out the stuff coming from her tube is an ulcer that's trying to heal and would heal if she would leave it the fuck alone and stop violently suctioning out her stomach contents.





Did she put concealer on her lips to look sicker? More surgery (never explains but later has a suprapubic catheter so maybe this?)


Talks about how a gastric stimulator is her last option, pretends she doesn't want surgery
Merry christmas! Everyone remember that I'm sick, okay?
"Hope nothings wrong with me!" wears a hat that says "SICK" on it. Finds lump in armpit

First appearance of wheelchair. A few weeks ago she was all over #ablism because some THOT semi-celebrity had taken a wheelchair selfie so clearly this was going to be her next toy.

More lumpy pit saga. E-begging for herself this time. Lumpy armpit is never mentioned again.


The effect of being on a 2.0cal/mL formula (just about as high as they go) and not moving all day are starting to show. Home PT. More playing in a wheelchair and with a grabber.



Tube-purging cereal. "I stopped putting on makeup and shaved my head to look sicker ew it's the worst"


TPN. Really? Buys custom picc covers and a shirt that alerts everyone to the fact that she has a PICC in case you didn't notice. You must notice. All attention must be on Kat.

Oh and she still has a suprapubic catheter and would like to know if it's okay if she lets her pee bag hang out.

First mentions of PCOS and fibromyalgia. Again begging for money because getting a job is for normies.

Another hospital vacation, this time to get a hickman line. Acknowledges she's getting fat. Blames it on fibro meds, not the fact that she's on TPN which supplies all her daily nutrition and is obviously still eating.





E-begging while planning her wedding. They decided to get married two months before the day, apparently. For a while she's so consumed by this she forgets to play sick on the internet. Does everything to make up for it by looking like a fat crippled tard in her wedding photos.


Got herself sliced open again. Doesn't explain. Too broke for meds but all this Kat von D makeup and Lush skincare crap is fine because "self care." Make sure central line dressing is visible of course


Struggling with the consequences of faking sick.
Tries to register her dog as an ESA. ESAs do not have the same rights as service dogs. They're basically pets. At least she didn't slap a vest on it and claim it can predict her POTS fainting
E-begging for CBD. E-begging for other medications.

Holy shit.

Gets Charlotte's Web, a CBD strain that was subject to a lot of media hype after a young girl named Charlotte Figi, who had a rare and severe form of epilepsy called Dravet Syndrome, tried it and had a huge reduction in seizure frequency. This is their highest concentration formula

E-begging because she never gets to do anything fun, guys, and its your responsibility to fund her lifestyle. Too fat for her wedding ring. E-begging for the dog again who she now notes is her ESD



Apparently a doctor realized that at 100 lbs over her target weight she no longer needed TPN. Hickman removed, continues to whine about how faking sick made her fat because she kept eating on TPN. So naturally she can't tolerate her tube feeds and needs another hospital vacation.


More e-begging, another central line, TPN again.

Back in the hospital again for a "fibro flare".


Suddenly needs a homecare nurse to do fucking everything for her. Around this time her husband stops being mentioned or showing up in photos. Hmmm...




Interstim surgery. This device is to treat overactive bladder.


Gastroparesis so bad she needs TPN but morbidly obese and coffee/overpriced CBD tea drinks are fine.



In case you wanted to see her ass, she is happy to show it.
Got a hospital bed at home. Husband still absent from photos.
First (?) arthritis mention. Starts claiming severe muscle spasms and gets tizanidine.


Hospital because she gave herself a bladder infection, also tried to give herself a line infection and didn't succeed.
Swinging around her suprapubic catheter so she can show off she is wearing ankle braces without having to say it. Taking an awkwardly angled photo for the same reason. Just munchie things.



Starts wearing this extra-exceptional pigtail hairstyle for some reason. Not enough attention I guess? Husband has officially flown the coop. Good luck to you, sir! Find a girl who is still cute and takes care of herself rather than punching holes in her body and eating to morbid obesity while claiming she can't eat and wallowing in filth.

Finally doctors take her TPN away again. "New meds" means marijuana. Because you can't just get a weedman and smoke recreationally like everyone else in the world. It has to be related to your special illness. This also ensures she will continue on her trajectory to ALR-tier fatty even without the TPN.


And just this past week, forced her mom to spend Mother's Day in the ER with her at almost 30 because PAY ATTENTION TO KAT.
