#Hospitalisation

[callaeidae3]

A is for Anaesthesia - my art and letter page in the Whump ABCs (@thewhumpyprintingpress)

The art I drew for this was of my ocs Kyle Kindall after an incident, and Yuuki Takahashi trying to offer what soothing and comfort he can - in spite of the fact that neither of them like hospitals.

The Whumpy Printing Press has now published the Whump ABCs zine (from 2nd April 2024), if anyone happens to be interested in it!

#whump art #hurt comfort #whump abcs zine #ocs #kyle kindall #yuuki takahashi #kindall k series #hospital setting tw #hospitalisation

[this-smile-is-real]

Hi.

My name is Hannah and I am 27 years old.

I have lived with Complex PTSD and Anorexia since I was 6 years old.

Over the years I have also been diagnosed with depression, anxiety, panic disorder, Functional Neurological Disorder, Fibromyalgia, a large bowel that no longer works and Costochondritis. I have had 46 hospital admissions both medical and mental health over the past 8 years to date (date of posting is April 2024)

I require weekly psychology, dietitian,, GP and physiotherapy appts as well as weekly medication costs, and other specialist appointments frequently.

I have been on the disability pension since 2019 but that doesn’t even begin to cover half of what I require and I have thousands of bills outstanding and money required to access the supports that I need to not be in hospital every few weeks.

I so appreciate the current cost of living but would be so grateful any donation large and small so that I can begin to truly live. Believe me when I say I have exhausted every option possible to try and get on track and moving forward.

Thank you for reading x

#medical expenses #medical costs #inpatient #hospitalisation #prayer request #prayer #faith #Christian #fibromyalgia #spoonie #chronic illness #gastrointestinal #ed recovery #recovery #mental health #personal #mental illness #cptsd recovery #cptsd therapy #donate #donations #donations needed #help needed #send help #reblog #urgent #signal boost #functional neurological disorder #disability #actually disabled

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1144

Submitted by @red-river-potato01 - thanks!

Character A's best friend B is badly wounded on a mission, and is barely alive when brought back. A meets them in the infirmary, but the diagnosis is conclusive: They're not going to make it. A stays with them, and B manages to choke out a few last words to their friend before fading away in A's arms. A is a wreck after this; they don't speak, don't eat, don't sleep, and they never leave their quarters. The crew knows they need to help, but none of them are that close with A. What do they do?

#i like it #writing #prompts #whump #ideas #hospitalisation #vigils #bedside vigil #character death #tw: death #mourning #angst #severe angst #bad coping mechanisms #death of a loved one

[a-deep-purple-feeling]

PAINKILLERS, 29.03.23; 10" x 12 " acrylic on canvas board

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#hands art #sunflower art #sunflowers #cauda equina syndrome #acrylic painting #spine surgery #abstractexpressionism #art #emily dickinson #hands #modern art #painkiller #trippy art #chronic illness #artists on tumblr #hospitalisation #surrealist art #degenerative disc disease

[whumpinaheartbeat]

White Walls Closing In (Mediwhump May 2023, Day 7 First Night In Hospital)

This fic contains hospitalisation, mentions of a benign tumour, mentions of future surgery and an underaged whumpee. Please read with discretion.

As a Son of Apollo, one could have thought that Will Solace would be comfortable with hospitals.

He could spend entire days at the Camp Half-Blood infirmary and in fact he had done just that countless times while looking after the sick and wounded. If anything, Will felt at home surrounded by bandages and ambrosia squares, always having some task that needed to be completed or some Camper to talk to. The infirmary was familiar, it was safe. If he would be so bold, the Infirmary was his Domain.

But here? With the white walls and the whirling machines and the strangers who kept poking and prodding him as if his blood could have possibly changed in the last half hour? It was unfamiliar and unsafe and even if Will logically knew why he was here he still did not feel as though he belonged.

Nico nudged him.

"I'm thinking." Will claimed.

Nico didn't bother with a retort about how Connect Four wasn't that complicated of a game, waiting almost patiently for Will to make his move. Nico’s silence made Will want to claw his skin off for some reason and when the machine next to him started pipping loudly again Will curled his hands into fists.

Will intrinsically knew how to fix the machine, there was simply a kink in the IV line again and all he had to do was straighten it and acknowledge the alert. Almost every single thing in this building Will could sense, and if need be fix, because every singly thing had been made by a Child of Apollo that had been guided by the great God of Healing and yet when Will had tried to use that knowledge to fix the machine earlier, he had been yelled at by a particularly annoying nurse and told not to touch anything else.

The alert kept sounding, echoing in Will’s mind. He tried to focus on something else, anything else. Nico’s knee pressed up against his own, the pattern that was slowly being created in their game, the smell of the Hyacinth’s that Kayla had bought for him.

But the alert was too loud, it was too consistent. It was echoing, again and again, and he swore that it was the only sound that has ever existed.

Will slammed his fist into the table, knocking plastic coins everywhere.

Nico barely reacted, only pressing his knee against Will’s again but if anything that just made Will even more frustrated.

“What?” Will growled.

The Son of Hades stayed silent, dark eyes blinking slowly. 

It's wasn’t like Will didn't know that Nico was just as uncomfortable as he was, it couldn’t be easy for Nico to be in a place that has seen so much death, but right now everything was just too much and Nico’s silence was just letting that infernal machine be all the louder. 

Nico pushed the table off to the side and grabbed Will’s hand.

Will’s shoulders dropped.

“I hate this.” He whispered.

“I know.” Nico said. 

“I’m a Son of Apollo. I should be able to fix this. I should be able to fix me.”

They had had this conversation before.

Over the years, Will has treated almost every single camper at Camp Half-Blood. Some of their injuries were mere scratches or minor burns, things that faded away with a simple hum and some ointment. Others were more serious. Dislocations, broken bones. Detached limbs, even, thank you Paolo. 

Will has literally brought more people back from the brink of death than he could even remember and yet for all that, Will couldn’t fix a stupid tumour on his stupid right lung. It was benign, at least as far as he could sense, but even benign things had the possibility of becoming malignant if left untreated.

If he could do the surgery himself he would have already done so. Kayla and Austin had confronted him long after Will had already sensed the tumour, both of them intrinsically knowing that something was wrong with him but as much as Will begged them to keep it quiet, they had told Chiron.

And Chiron had told him to go to the hospital.

It didn’t make any sense; Even if Will couldn’t do surgery on himself, he would have trusted Kayla and Austin with his care because they were children of Apollo too and with enough thorough instruction they could do what was needed.

Why go to a mortal hospital when they were literally the progeny of the God of Healing?

And why was that stupid machine still making that stupid alert and why hadn’t some nurse come in to fix it already?

Will let go of Nico’s hand, twisting around so that he could acknowledge the alert on the drip machine, readjusting the flow rate as he did so to make it go faster.

“Will,” Nico warned. 

“It’s fine.” Will said. “I can tolerate it.”

The immunotherapy mixture they were giving him wasn’t quite chemotherapy but he had still been warned about the similar possible side effects and while he didn’t exactly want to experience nausea or fatigue, he could not stand the idea of trying to sleep with the IV still in not that he thought he could sleep here anyway.

Someone cleared their throat and Will scrambled away from the machine, making it start alerting all over again.

Doctor Storey came over, acknowledged the alert and reset the flow rate. She did not bother to admonish Will, another conversation that had already happened countless times just in the few hours he has been here for.

“Mr. di Angelo,” She said instead. “I’m afraid visiting hours are over for the night but you’re more than welcome to come back at nine am tomorrow morning, pre-op doesn’t start until eleven.”

Will had known that this was coming and yet his blood still ran cold at the thought of Nico leaving him. He looked up sharply at his boyfriend who made no attempt to stand from the bed. Maybe he was going to stay after all, maybe he was going to intimidate the doctor into breaking the rules and maybe Will wasn’t going to have to spend his first night in hospital all alone after all.

Nico leant forward and kissed Will’s forehead gently before pulling away and standing up.

Will refused to watch him go, even when Nico hesitated at the door, focusing instead on holding back the tears that were building in his eyes.

“I’m just going to check your vitals one more time and then you can get some sleep.” Doctor Storey said.

“My vitals are fine.” Will shot back. “Blood pressure, heart rate, oxygen saturation, all within normal range. You can go now.”

“Will,” Doctor Storey sighed. “I know you said that your father is some kind of Doctor, but right now you are my patient and I need to treat you like all of my other patients.”

Will did not want to be angry with her. He didn’t like to be angry with anyone and like she said, she was just trying to do her job. But he was the Son of Apollo and as such he knew exactly what he was talking about because this was his body and he knew everything there was to know about himself. 

Doctor Storey did her checks anyway, confirming that surprise surprise his levels were all normal.

“Rest,” She said. “Tomorrow is a big day.”

It took all of his willpower to not roll his eyes as she at last left him.

The room immediately felt too big, the white walls stretching on forever while at the same time feeling like they were closing in on him. His attention bounced between all of the things around him from the small couch below the curtained window to the too bright lights above him that Doctor Storey had supposedly dimmed on her way out to the immunotherapy concoction that bled into him so infuriatingly slowly.

These weren’t even his own clothes, it was a thin gown that somehow both dug into his skin and didn’t feel substantial enough.

While ADHD often helped during battles, not to mention allowing him to juggle the treatment of multiple patients at the one time, right now it was doing nothing but giving him nothing but hell.

If only to try to let out some of the energy that was so suddenly bubbling within him Will increased the flow rate of his IV once again but that only took a moment and he was left wanting to claw his skin off in the too loud silence that followed. 

The curtains were closed. 

That would be something he could fix, he could open them up and maybe that would distract him long enough to forget everything else because even if his Dad wasn’t actually here at least Will would be able to sense his presence in the Sun. 

He scrambled up off the bed, nearly overbalancing as the world spun around him.

He pushed aside the dizziness, knowing that he was just imagining it given that just hours before Will had been feeling perfectly fine. Gripping onto the machine that the IV was hooked through, refusing to look at the yellow fluid that was flowed within it, Will went to the window.

Will had to reach across the couch to get to the curtains but he didn’t care, suddenly desperate to have them open no matter what. 

A small part of him had already known what he would find and yet the rest of him still wanted to cry when he saw that the Sun had already fully set with the moon having already taken its place and while Will knew that the Moon was still connected to him in a way, it was nothing compared to the Sun.

Will felt drained suddenly and his knees buckled but he did not fall, a hand gripping onto his elbow.

“Falling for me already, Solace?”

Will was so happy to see Nico at all that he didn’t mind the cheesy line and instead just thew himself at the smaller boy and hugged him. After a moment, Nico’s arms wrapped around Will just as tightly and they stayed there before Will at last felt strong enough to pull away again.

“I thought you left.” Will said, trying his hardest to keep the hurt from his voice.

“Of course not.” Nico said. “I just had to wait a few minutes before shadow traveling back. Are you… Okay?”

“I am now.” Will said. “So, are we going to hatch some exciting escape plan or what?”

“Will.” 

Will dropped his shoulders, taking in a deep breath. Even doing that much made Will’s head spin a little and his healing powers alerted him of the tumour that he already knew was there and if that wasn’t annoying enough the machine he was lugging around started screaming at him again.

Will adjusted the line quickly and acknowledged the alert, and if he muttered a curse as he did so then that was his own business.

Nico chuckled, reaching out and grabbing his hand. 

“It’s going to be fine.” Nico said.

“I know.” Will said.

“And I’ll be with you the whole way.” 

Will felt warmth bloom inside his chest and he squeezed Nico’s hand back tightly.

“I know.” He said. “I love you.”

“I love you too so get back into bed before I have to drag you there, you look exhausted.”

If Will was being honest, he was exhausted. In order to be here and get the treatment he needed, Will was going to have to relinquish all control over his own body and he hated it. He hated that he couldn’t fix this himself, he hated that even now he could sense the tumour nestled deep in his lung, he hated that there was nothing he could do but accept the help of mortal doctors.

Will once more readjusted the flow rate on the drip, setting it back to the right rate that would keep the worst of the side effects away.

It was going to take time to get used to being in the hospital, just like it was going to take time for him to fully recover from tomorrows surgery. 

Nico guided Will to the bed and while Will was strong enough to walk by himself, it felt nice to trust Nico to set the pace. Once Will was lying down, the exhaustion suddenly weighed heavily on him and Will had to fight to keep his eyes open.

“By the way,” Nico said. “I brought you something.”

He held out a small ball and when it lit up a warm gold, Will found himself falling in love with Nico di Angelo all over again.

“A night light.” Nico said. “For a Night Light.”

While this was just a hospital room and not the pits of Tartarus, the small orb still made everything feel a little better and when Nico crawled into bed next to Will, holding him close, that made Will feel a little bit better too.

And, when an hour later Nico had to stumble out of the bed and into the shadows nearly face planting in the process as a nurse came to check on Will again? Now that definitely made him feel better.

@mediwhumpmay

#mediwhumpmay2023 #mediwhumpmayday7 #whump #whump fic #Nico di Angelo #Will Solace #Solangelo #PJO #tumour #benign tumour #hospital #hospitalisation #under 18 whump

[trashcan-poetry]

My paintings - created in a very tough time for me, I've painted them during hospitalisation due to my mental dissorders

#hospitalisation #artists on tumblr #amatour #poet #artwork #art #my art #poetry #chaos #painting #mental health #menatlly ill #mental illness #actually mentally ill #mentally fucked

[bluebrainbaby]

He's not gonna like me till I'm dieing

#pro for me not for thee #tw thinspi #tw ed diet #tw ana diary #tw restrictive ed #trans ana #tw disordered eating #bonespø #low cal diet #dieing to be skiny #starv1ng #hospitalisation #im actually going insane #i am a minor

[rockstarlwt28]

The Light In The Darkness; The White In The Blackness

Tags: Psychosis, Psychiatric Disorders, Mental Health, Medication, Depression, PTSD, Overdose, Addiction, Drug Substence Abuse, Institutions, Hospitalisation [to be continued]

Saturday Snippet:

'I can't imagine what you're going through. I wish that I could take away all your pain, your sorrow.'

Obscuring the symphony of colours are buildings, for miles beyond; varying in height and width. Neither match the other, almost like civilians; different in structure, internally and externally. Resemblances can be made, the human flesh signifies their being by name while the architectural structure of bricks and mortar give a sense of binding in their outerwork. Though like humans, their outer detects are visible, signs of wear and tear, behind the flesh, humans have wounds invisible to the naked eye. Buildings tell a thousand stories of its previously owned tenants, the inner workings of furnishings or neglect are similar to human kind; a destruction of each other. And while one builds walls in metaphor to seek closure, comfort and protection; a sledge hammer of words and anger can break through even the toughest of walls.

#fanfic #Wip #Work in progress #Mental health #Psychosis #psychotic disorders #Psychiatric break #Depression #mental health #tw drug addiction #Substence Abuse #Over dose #Audhd traits #Hospitalisation #Institution #medications #Addiction

[rallumons-les-etoiles]

Mon parcours de vie : Partie 4

L'année est finie, mon redoublement acté et me voila passant le pire été de ma vie. Mes parents sont divorcés, j'habitais au maroc et mon père habitait en france, j'ai donc passé un mois chez mon père, cet été fut un enfer et au retour, j'ai commencé à avoir énormément envie de vomir, les traitements pour la nausée ne marchait pas, j'ai perdu en un été 15 kilos. Puis petit à petit je me suis rendu compte que les seuls moments ou je n'avais pas envie de vomir c'est quand j'étais à l'intérieur de chez moi. Dès que je sortais , qu'il y avait du monde , j'avais l'impression que j'allais vomir et j'ai ainsi développer une peur de vomir. La rentrée est arrivée, je suis de nouveau en classe de seconde et quelque chose se passe : je pleure pendant des heures sans savoir pourquoi ? et ca tous les jours ! Je n'arrive pas à rester en classe car dès qu'il y a du monde il y a cette envie de vomir et je courais imédiatement au toilette. J'ai été voir un gastro-entérologue et pour lui c'étais du à l'angoisse. Mon état se détériore. Un jour en cours, mon professeur principal ( je lui en serais à jamais reconnaissante ) m'a dit : tu ne sors pas de la classe, si tu as envie de vomir tu vomis dans ce sachet ( il savait ..), d'un coup, envie de vomir, je paniques et la : hyperventilation, tremblement, pleure, spasme . C'étais bien une crise d'angoisse ! je vais chez mon pédiatre et je fais un malaise. Le jour même j'ai été recu par une psychiatre ( ce fut la première d'une longue liste ), elle m'expliqua que j'étais en dépression, que je faisais de la phobie scolaire , de l'agoraphobie et que c'étais effectivement des crises d'angoisses. J'ai donc eu un traitement. Ce traitement m'a fait prendre du poids et les rumeurs ont commencés : elle est enceinte , regarde elle arrêtait pas d'avoir des nausées et maintenant elle grossit... J'ai commencé à énormement me scarifier au lycée. J'ai aussi commencé à fumer. Je croyais que je pouvais remplacer l'addiction à la mutilation par l'addiction à la cigarette. Raté..J'ai touché le gros lot ! En milieu d'année j'ai appris que j'allais quitter le maroc et déménager avec ma mère à Paris. J'étais heureuse car je pensais qu'en quittant un lieu , j'allais y laisser mes problèmes. Je dis aurevoir à ma psychiatre .Cette été la , j'arrête tous mes traitements, je perds 20 kilos et je suis admise à la rentrée dans un lycée privé dans le 16ème arrondissement de Paris en 1ère littéraire et la ... Aie.. : crise d'angoisse sur crise d'angoisse, pleure. Ma mère m'emmena voir un psychiatre dans un hopital connu à Paris, dès la première consultation, il décida de m'hospitaliser....

La suite au prochain post...

#ma vie #life quotes #texte #souffrance #suffering #tristesse #depressing quotes #life #souvenir #angoisse #depression #phobies #phobiescolaire #agoraphobia #agoraphobie #crise #crise de panique #panic attack #hopital #hospitalisation #psychiatrie #trouble du comportement alimentaire #anorexie #anorexies #boulimie #paris #france #déménagement #lycée

[stoic-whumpee]

For the prompt game: Void (The Neighbourhood), bitches broken hearts (Billie Eilish), and/or Coffee (Jack Stauber)

-🍵anon

Hello! This is gonna be a three-part answer, so stay tune for the other two songs :D

Song: Void - The Neighborhood

Whumpee was stuck in a void of nothingness. At first they hold onto hope, thinking that every spec of light or every small movement is a chance for them to get out. Eventually, the false hope hurts more than it helps, and they resign themselves to floating in the emptiness, defeated.

Whumpee was trapped in a void-like space, and when they managed to return to their world, everyone had either died or moved on a long time ago. They came back just as they had left, and nothing was the same.

or

Whumpee was trapped in a space where time flew slower than the real world. When they returned, it was as if only a few minutes had passed while it felt like months, maybe years to Whumpee.

Whumpee was in a coma. Caretaker sat by their bed, talking to them, telling them about Caretaker's life. They talked about how much they missed Whumpee, and how life felt dull and meaningless without them. They apologised about not being able to see Whumpee more often, terrified that Whumpee would disappear/get taken again one day and they would never be able to do anything to stop it.

#whump #whump prompt #whump prompts #aftermath #hospitalisation #coma #unconscious #stuck in limbo #emotional whump #angst #angst prompt #r prompts #r prompts challenge #song prompts

[thementalhealthdisaster]

How is "I have been self harming and I want to die in these specific ways and I don't feel safe leaving here." Not enough for them to commit me?

I'm begging someone to lock me up so I can let go. I'm so exhausted of stopping myself. I am sick of not having a safety net. I'm sick of being expected to keep stopping myself.

#sui tw #suicide tw #suicidal tw #sh tw #self harm tw #hospitalisation

[callaeidae3]

Whumptober2022 Day 31: Light at the end of the tunnel

Comfort | Bedside Vigil | “You can rest now.”

Decided to work on some old art of mine for this one (the art below!). I didn't have too much time to work on it, though. I forget how much work this art style takes @.@

Scene is from the end of KK3/ The Deliverance of Kyle Kindall, Ch. 67.

#whumptober2022 #no.31 #light at the end of the tunnel #comfort #bedside vigil #you can rest now #kindall k series #art #hospitalisation #bandages #unconscious #broken ribs #whump aftermath #face cradling #hurt comfort #kyle kindall #yuuki takahashi #whump art #kk3 #the case of kindall k

[indizombie]

Girl children are immunised less than boys, hospitalisation among women is lower, there is a delayed morbidity among women, meaning they will only seek medical help as a last resort, much later than men. “There are two reasons for this,” says Roy. “One is the overall decrease in labour force participation of women, especially after Covid. Second, women do not control the resources.” Financial independence is essential for control of resources, but during the pandemic, more women have lost their jobs—in formal and informal sectors—than men. Since 2020, there has also been a drop in women seeking employment.

Rakhi Bose, ‘Privatisation In Healthcare And Education Will Be Catastrophic For Women’, Outlook

#Outlook #Rakhi Bose #Girl children #immunisation #hospitalisation #women #morbidity #medical help #Bijoya Roy #labour force participation #Covid-19 #Financial independence #control of resources #job loss #women seeking employment

[hillingdontoday]

Fire Breaks Out in Southall Home with No Working Smoke Alarms

Emergency crews respond to house fire in Southall, tackling roof damage and taking one person to hospital. Read more on Hillingdon Today. #Southall #SouthallFire #HouseFire #EmergencyResponse #LFB #Firefighters #LondonAmbulance #RoofDamage #SafetyFirst #FirePrevention #ResidentialSafety Read the full article

#Electricalappliancesafety #Emergencyresponse #emergencyservices #Firedamageassessment #Fireincident #Fireprevention #Firefighters #Homesafety #Hospitalisation #housefire #LondonAmbulanceService #Residentialarea #Residentialfire #Roofdamage #southall

[tosante]

#esanté #ehealth #télémédecine #sécurité #hospitalisation

[playermagic23]

EXCLUSIVE: Saif Ali Khan to be discharged today following triceps surgery

Actor Saif Ali Khan, who was recently hospitalized for triceps surgery, will be discharged today, January 22. The surgery went well on Monday and his wife, Kareena Kapoor Khan was beside him. The actor will be discharged on Tuesday from Kokilaben Hospital in Mumbai and will be taking a rest before he returns to the sets of his next project.

The initial reports suggested that there was a problem with Saif Ali Khan's knee and that he might need surgery. In an official statement, Khan mentioned, "This injury and the surgery are just a result of the wear and tear from our work. I'm grateful to have skilled doctors taking care of me, and I appreciate everyone's love and concern.”

On the work front, Saif Ali Khan has some exciting new projects coming up. One of them is a movie called Devara Part 1, where he'll be starring with Jr. NTR and Janhvi Kapoor. The film will be released in two parts, with the first one arriving in theatres on April 5 this year.

#Discharge #Health #Health Update #Hospitalisation #Hospitalization #Knee surgery #Kokilaben Hospital #News #Saif Ali Khan #bollywood hungama