#tw: medical stuff

[frownyalfred]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Clark Kent & Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson & Bruce Wayne Characters: Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson Additional Tags: Protective Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne Has Issues, Bruce Wayne is a Good Parent, Dick Grayson Needs a Hug, Hurt Dick Grayson, Mentions of previous medical procedures, Blood and Injury, no beta we die like jason todd, Hurt/Comfort, X-ray Vision, pov you realize how fragile and squishy humans are, and that your best friend's face is 75 percent fake Summary:

“Oh my god. Your mouth.”

“I know,” Bruce said, grinning at him, “It’s all new teeth, too.”

#myfic #theresurrectionist #surprise another quick fic #bruce wayne #batman #dc #dc comics #clark kent #superman #dick grayson #robin #nightwing #tw: medical stuff #nothing graphic but #clark is still horrified #me getting back on my nothing about bruce wayne is real except his eyes bandwagon

[captain-grammar]

Have you ever had an MRI scan? No?

Well, let me paint you a little picture.

First of all, you have to fill in a questionnaire. An ENDLESS questionnaire. Have you had a pace-maker fitted? Is there remaining shrapnel in your body from a bomb? Are you wearing magnetic eyelashes? Date of your last period? Inside leg measurement? Mother's maiden name?

Yes, I made the last two up but honestly, at what point does "we don't want to break you or our machine" become "tacitly data-mining in preparation for bank fraud"?

A technician or a nurse will ask if you're wearing an underwired bra. You'll delight them by informing them that you read your appointment letter and are, in fact, wearing a metal-free bralet. You'll get a canula plummed into your arm so they can inject contrast - something that they failed to mention when they made the appointment - and, if you're anything like me, be informed that you're handling the needle better than a rugby player who came in previously. Apparently he flinched and squirmed, which essentially means I'm signing up for the next 6 Nations. (Wing, please and thank you. I'm surprisingly spry.)

Then the machine. Whoooo buddy. While yes, the opportunity to lie down with a comfy prop under your legs at the ripe old age of 30-something would ordinarily be an absolute treat, the machine...

Imagine you're at a rave. The heaviest of industrial, bass-ripe raves. Volume is not a concern of anyone in attendance; the building is empty and rickety and the sound causes the metal joists to vibrate. There are pneumatic drills, trucks and diggers kicking into gear on the dance floor. An oversized, dial-up internet modem, circa 1995, joins the din, forming a perfect duet with the most rickety of printers that screams to life as though protesting. Then a fax machine turns up, just as irritated at being dragged out as you are to have it there. A tumble dryer filled with hammers is thrown in for good measure because why the hell not? They all whack the volume up to 11, break the nob off and assault your eardrums.

It's like that for a grand total of 35 minutes with little respite.

At least at a rave you can dance. But in the Tube of Many Noises, you have no choice but to lie still, as if you were evading the attention of a particularly mardy t-rex.

Maybe two-thirds of the way through, my regularly scheduled ear-ache is interrupted for the contrast injection. It felt like nothing going in. I tasted the saline they used to check all was a-okay more than I tasted whatever they pumped into me. What I did feel was a warming flush in the downstairs never-you-mind region. Interesting experience. Probably wouldn't recommend.

More scans. More noise. Ten minutes left. The boredom begins to set in. I wondered if I could have requested a podcast, or if they'd be open to popping a Kindle or something in the screen I'm too short to be able to see properly beneath the table they placed over my chest.

Then you're done. Ushered out to have your canula removed and pushed blinking into the bright lights of the waiting room as you struggle to come to because honestly, that leg thing was a revelation and you could have quite happily napped were it not for the noise.

I must try and find one for home.

#bry rambles #shit i write #tw: medical #tw: medical stuff #tw: injections #long post

[makoodles]

i hope its not too personal but what was the surgery you had? (just ignore my ask if its too personal)

i hope you feel good and well soon!! and you rest very super duper well and that you're healthy bae 💖💖

no don't worry! (tmi here btw so if you don't wanna hear my nasty details skip on lol) i had a MASSIVE kidney stone that was too big to blast non-invasively, so they had to go up my urethra, through my bladder, to my kidney so that they could break it all up and then add stents so that fluid can drain out. they think the stone did a little bit of damage to the cortex of my kidney (i don't even know what that means tbh), so i have to go for more scans to see if everything is okay in a few weeks.

thank you sm for the well wishes!!

#asks #tw: medical stuff

[oh-katsuki]

god. i hate whatever is currently going on with my body. im so fatigued to the point that every muscle in my body feels weak and like... even going to lunch w my sister today was physically exhausting.... and it got to the point where i skipped out on my halloweekend plans bc i knew i wouldn't be able to handle it. and im just so :///

#like i think this is the lingering effects of a cold i had earlier this week #but also idk if it was a cold bc i never got a sore throat #and it was mostly just EXTREME physical fatigue to the point of pain #but BRO IM IRKED. I'D LIKE TO GO SHAKE ASS #and it's getting better but like... minimally #im just bummed i couldn't do my halloweekend plans :// and also that i feel like a bedridden old woman #lol #tw: medical stuff

[thehollowone16]

Tw under the cut for medical stuff and potential cancer

Rant

Why is it so hard to get a fucking manmogram????? First the screening place and my gp don't call me back for a week. I call my gp to ask if everything is fine.

The gp gives me a phone number, I check it online, and they screening place doesn't list their hours so I call about the middle of the day, phone number doesn't exist. I check the number listed on the website. Same number, still doesn't exist. Ok I try to schedule it online. Won't let me. My dad finds a phone number and I play at getting transferred a few times until I find the right people.

The gp ordered the wrong kind of mammogram. Now I have to wait again for them to call me back when they have the right one scheduled.

I really hope this lump isn't cancer cuz idk if I can trust these people. Idk if I even trust them to help me find the right person...

#tw: medical stuff #tw: cancer #ugh #rant #rambling #the joys of modern life #why is everyone incompetent #list the right goddamn number on your website #it's not hard #frustrated

[andromedaexists]

hhhhh i don't understand how people work

Like, maybe it's just the tism in me and the need to research shit, but like my grandma's health has gone to shit these past few years and people are still in denial. How can you be blindsided by a dementia diagnosis when she doesn't remember what an M is??

I don't understand how no one saw this coming except for me. I barely see her 3 times a year and I saw it from a mile away. Did we learn nothing from my grandpa's diagnosis and death 3 years ago???

#tw: medical stuff #TW: dementia #i just don't understand my uncle #we've been telling him that she's dying for months now and he's “just so shocked that she has dementia” #like bro??? talk to your mother #how did you not know? #and then they put all responsibility over her onto my mom as if she's not working full time and dealing with her own health issues #i hate people #i'm going to fight my uncle

[sammi-phoenix]

It's All Fucking Relative

by: SammiPhoenix

Teen Wolf

Liam Dunbar/Theo Raeken

Liam Dunbar, Theo Raeken, The McCall Pack, Graphic descriptions of medical stuff, Hurt Theo Raeken, Liam picks flowers, Homeless Theo Raeken, Liam Dunbar is Theo Raeken's Anchor, Theo's truck, it deserves its own tag for the bullshit this fandom puts it through, painting each other's nails, Making shirts out of emotional sayings, Pulling Bullets out of their back, Only thiam things I guess

Summary:

“What is wrong with you?” Liam’s voice called out as Theo lay in the bed of his truck, staring up into one of the lampposts in the hospital parking lot. “Nothing and everything.” Liam grabbed the edge of the truck bed and hefted himself up. He landed almost two inches away from Theo’s throbbing leg. “Why are you so dramatic? I literally just wanted to know why you thought it was a brilliant idea to walk out of a hospital with bullet holes all over?” ~ ~ ~ ~ Theo learns how to want himself as Liam makes himself a part of Theo's emotional journey through sheer annoyance.

#this is my first time formatting these like this so if this isn't how you do it please let me know how you're supposed to do it #teen wolf #theo raeken #thiam #liam dunbar #teen wolf fanfiction #fanfiction #tw: medical stuff #tw: graphic depiction of medical procedure using unsterilized tools #my longest thiam oneshot so far!

[futureboy-caseyjones]

You're asking for a medkit which usually implies injury. Here [Bookie hands Casey the afformentioned medkit] -📘

*He takes the kit* Thank you, Bookie

*He removes the bandages on his shoulder and cleans it*

*Opening his own med pouch and pulls out suture kit*

*He pulls out the broken thread from his shoulder and begins restitching his injury*

#Ask Casey Jones II #Anons! #Asks #Bookie Anon #Goongala #Tw: Injury #Tw: Medical Stuff #Kinda

[disabled-dragoon]

I think an ability I've developed a bit because I'm disabled and come from a largely disabled family that I probably wouldn't have/wouldn't be as good at if I was abled is the ability to self administer first aid. But like. Unconventional first aid.

Like there are a lot of injuries that were disability inflicted during childhood, or made worse because of my hsp, that I probably should have gone to the hospital for but didn't (see: toe infections, dislocated fingers, random limps and sprains etc.) and was taught to kind of treat myself because I got them so often and at that time we couldn't really afford to frequently travel back and forth to medical centres.

And ofc there were injuries were a hospital visit was unavoidable (see: falling onto a gate, dislocating a wrist) but I learned from those as well and kind of added whatever treatment I got to my repertoire so that now when I get a bad sprain I know how to treat it immediately and alleviate the pain in 15 minutes, where as a visit to the walk in centre might take 3 hours on a good day sometimes.

But it's not traditional first aid. I work with what I have, you know? Like. I don't have everything on hand to fix a broken toe, but I have tape and bandages and can fashion a pretty nifty little splint when needed. Or wrap an infection or make sure a scar heals adequately.

It's not conventional but it works for me and its what I've learned to help me with my injuries until I can see a doctor. It's served me well so far and I think it's a neat little skill to have.

#disability #disabled #actually disabled #disabilities #medical stuff #not a medical professional #first aid #tw: medical stuff #tw: infection #tw: infection mention #tw: broken bones mention #tw: injury #tw: injury mention

[dixie12]

there are some days you wish you could forget. sounds you wish you could unhear.

a mother begging her little one to wake up as we do round after round of cpr.

the controlled chaos in the trauma bay as the pharmacist calls out every drug we're giving, scraping the absolute bottom of the kitchen sink as we try to stabilize a tiny body enough to get him to the CT scanner.

the peds ICU doctor asking the neurosurgeon what the scan looks like, and his reply "his brain is dead."

the resident telling me that social work is scrambling to remove the patient's siblings from the home, because it's no longer a safe environment for them.

i want to forget all of those things, but i can't. there's no time to process them, either. i walked behind the patient's mother, being supported on either side by nurses, unable to stay upright herself under the weight of her overwhelming grief, back to my computer. i took a few deep breaths and then looked at the track board, full of patients who needed to be seen. a resident came over, asked if was ok, and then staffed two patients with me. and i went through the motions, asking about chest pain and headaches, listening to hearts and lungs, but not able to shake the sight of that curly-haired toddler, so tiny on the huge trauma cot.

the respiratory therapist came over, crying. she was up by his head, trying to breathe life into the patient as we willed his heart to keep beating. she held it together beautifully until he was on the way to the OR for a surgery we all knew couldn't fix the damage that had been done.

no one gets a chance to leave, to decompress. the waiting room is full. people are yelling about the wait time, and it takes everything you have not to yell right back. don't they understand what you just saw? what you spent the last hour doing? but of course they don't. and of course you can't tell them. you apologize for the wait, thank them for their patience, and do your job.

i snuck off to the cafeteria, picked up some chocolate for the resident. it's nothing, but at least it's something, and it's the only time i saw him smile all day, tired and resigned. but it was something.

there are some days you wish you could forget. but you can't. this is one that stays with you til the end. one that keeps you up at night, years later, remembering those curls, that mom. you carry it with you, forever, and it makes you hug your family tighter, love them harder, because you just never know. you honor that life by keeping it with you, always.

#real life post #tw: medical stuff #tw: child abuse #burnout #there are days you want to leave the hospital and never come back #this was one of those days

[shigironki]

👁👁👁

#dc #art taggy #c: haylee #batman oc #self insert #tw: medical stuff

[chososdoll]

i had my IUD refitted today and i am so proud of myself fjfjfificovov the first time was horrendously traumatic i truly think i wouldn’t be able to do it but i DID IT AND NEEDED TO POST ABOUT IT 🥲

#tw: medical stuff #personal

[everydayclutter]

I just realized something.

(Actually I've known this for long but it's like, the first time I got the real epiphany about it)

So, two normal human lungs can hold approximately 5.5 liters of air.

And whenever I get patients with pleural effusion, I do pleural tapping to get the fluid out of their lungs.

My record (I think) is 6 liters. From one lung only.

So yeah. Small wonder he came with severe dyspnea before I got to him.

#tw: medical #tw: medical stuff #tw: cancer #mirano's rant

[unholybinchicken]

ok update y’all … the doctor gave me the good good and I’ve got to take them twice a day with food but the downside is I have to be sitting upright for an hour when I take them (that’s how long it takes me to get to and from work but idk about weekends). doctor said I’m probs not gonna get Lyme disease but to take the pills just as a precaution

#me #life update #tw: medical stuff

[cumulohimbus]

After a number of years of chronic pain and loss of mobility, I finally got some more answers about my spine. Thankfully it's nothing terribly drastic (moderate facet arthropathy in a few of my lower vertebrae, i.e. arthritis). To my understanding this is common, if unusual for my being so young. It's just nice to know it's not "just stress" or "obesity"... TvT

Naturally, only shortly after getting my MRI results I hear from my mom that degenerative spinal issues run in our family...

#life updates #tw: medical stuff

[hellyeahsickaf]

The way addicts and chronically ill people are dehumanized is so exhausting

The normalization of this shit in medical and casual settings is genuinely mind boggling. Addicts and disabled people go through so much bullshit. I've dealt with many fucked up doctors when I just needed help

I had a kidney infection, some months back. This is always extremely medically urgent, and I was likely only hours from sepsis. I went to the hospital reporting my pain to be a 9/10. 9 because my 10 was gallstones. I experienced severe malpractice at the hospital and the doctor reported exams that never occured and false information while making me wait with nothing more than tylenol to hold me over (didn't touch the pain) and bring my fever down but that's a whole other story

They did however, deny me the pain medication I needed until it was time to go home. I'm deathly allergic to NSAIDS, but that's something an addict might say so they witheld pain relief because they'd rather me suffer just in case I'm a different kind of sick. An entire night, maybe 6 hours in the ER and they couldn't give me anything, not a small dose of morphine or one norco even a few hours prior to take the edge off of the pain while I was curled up shaking and crying. Just in case I was an addict looking for my fix, and my suffering was just withdrawals and good acting. In that case maybe I deserved it and should be denied my humanity. God forbid in that case I'm so desperate to alleviate unbearable withdrawals that I spend all night in the ER crying. Not the first time I've experienced red tape just to get relief from excruciating pain

But whatever. As per protocol I was asked to follow up with my pcp. So a few days later I called to set an appointment, but I'd also run out of norco and desperate to relieve the pain I asked if I could be filled even enough for a few days, until the pain was bearable. I had difficulty walking, laying down, and I again, can't take most pain relievers. The receptionist was nice and understanding, actually got me in touch with the doctor because she wanted me to be able to get my refill. Probably heard the pain in my voice even. She believed me

She transfers me over to the doctor and I tell him I'd like a follow up and ask if he could fill my painkillers. I would've acceped a no from him, I just needed my follow up. He asked about my condition, I told him my diagnosis and how much pain I was in

And he laughed.

Got a real hoot out of it, like he had me all figured out. Like he caught me trying to cheat the system. I must be trying to get high or make some money with a few days worth of norco as i'm nearly in tears from the pain even while calling

He tells me through his laughter "I don't prescribe painkillers for 'kidney infections'" saying it with a mocking emphasis on those words, as if I'd said "stubbed toe". Follows with "Yeah haha, bye." and hangs up on me. No follow up like I called for. Needless to say I no longer have a pcp but truly if he thought I was an addict trying to take advantage of him he should have still treated me professionally. Maybe not cackled when I said my pain was excruciating for a start

I just don't understand why the hell so many doctors can be so apathetic to people's suffering. Addicts deserve better and so do disabled people- whether you think they're addicts or not. The assumption that we're lying, trying to trick them and are feigning pain to do it is disgusting, listening to your patients is so important. And if that were the case they could have some sympathy and ask themselves what it would take for someone to go those lengths, take such drastic measures and go through that trouble to obtain those substances.

Addiction is not a moral failing. Many disabled and chronically ill people unfortunately rely on medications that have addictive properties. About 80% of heroin addicts first misused prescription drugs. However only about 4-6% of those addicted to prescription drugs switch to things like heroin. And instead of help or compassion for people who just need help (addicts or not), they just figure we're one in the same and treat us like subhuman degenerates, leeches on society. And I think people need to change how they view addiction. Doctors need to change how they view addiction

#cfs #chronic pain #chronic fаtiguе ѕуndrоmе #chronic illness #fibromyalgia #disability #actually disabled #spoonie #me/cfs #cfs/me #ableism #ableism tw #medical ableism #addiction #ok to reblog #medical stuff #tw drugs