#Medical seat

[blagued]

They are about to crash and die amen

#spy is in the passenger seat lol #tf2 #team fortress 2 #my art #engineer tf2 #scout tf2 #soldier tf2 #pyro tf2 #medic tf2 #heavy tf2 #sniper tf2

[navakarnatakatimes]

ಮಗನಿಗೆ ವೈದ್ಯಕೀಯ ಸೀಟು ಕೊಡಿಸುವುದಾಗಿ ವೈದ್ಯನಿಂದ ಹಣ ಪಡೆದು ನಕಲಿ ಹನಿಟ್ರಾಪ್‌: ಐವರ ಬಂಧನ

ಮಗನಿಗೆ ವೈದ್ಯಕೀಯ ಸೀಟು ಕೊಡಿಸುವುದಾಗಿ ವೈದ್ಯನಿಂದ ಹಣ ಪಡೆದು ನಕಲಿ ಹನಿಟ್ರಾಪ್‌: ಐವರ ಬಂಧನ

ಬೆಂಗಳೂರು: ನಗರ ಪ್ರತಿಷ್ಠಿತ ಕಾಲೇಜಿನಲ್ಲಿ ನಿಮ್ಮ ಮಗನಿಗೆ ಎಂಬಿಬಿಎಸ್‌ ಸೀಟು ಕೊಡಿಸುವುದಾಗಿ ಹೇಳಿ ಕಲಬುರಗಿ ಮೂಲದ ವೈದ್ಯನನ್ನು ನಂಬಿಸಿ ಹಣ ಪಡೆದ ಬಳಿಕ ನಕಲಿ ಹನಿಟ್ರಾಪ್‌ ಮೂಲಕ 1.16 ಕೋಟಿ ರೂ.ಹಣ ವಸೂಲಿಗೆ ಇಳಿದಿದ್ದ ಐವರು ಆರೋಪಿಗಳನ್ನು ಸಿಸಿಬಿ ಪೊಲೀಸರು ಬಂಧಿಸಿದ್ದಾರೆ. ಕಲಬುರಗಿ ಆಳಂದ ಮೂಲದ ವೈದ್ಯ ಶಂಕರ್‌ ಬಾಬುರಾವ್‌ ನೀಡಿದ ದೂರಿನ ಮೇರೆಗೆ ಬೆದರಿಸಿ ಹಣ ವಸೂಲಿಗೆ ಮಾಡಿದ್ದ ನಾಗರಾಜ್‌ ಸಿದ್ದಣ್ಣ ಬೋರುಟಿ (36), ಮಲ್ಲಿಕಾರ್ಜುನ್‌ ವಾಲಿ (38), ಮಧು ಶೇಖರ್‌ (28), ಹಮೀದ್‌…

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#accused arrested #doctor #Kannadanews #Kannadapapers #Medical seat #udayavanipaper #ವಂಚನೆ

[clown-eating-pig]

The tmagp 7&8 experience /pos

#tmagp #the magnus protocol #tmagp spoilers #genuinely tho this is entirely positive #tmagp episode be like name drop name drop name drop #and im shaking and jittering away in my seat #so fun #also please forgive me if this is poorly made #i did it while under the influence of medical drugs

[puppyeared]

fuck it. plaguesona

#i thought of this a couple weeks ago on the bus a couple seats away from someone loudly coughing into the open air #i think something snapped and i decided to make a fuckin. medieval ass plague sona. horseman of pestilence fursona #this is also why i was asking abt animals with medical symbolism.. originally i wanted a two headed snake like the staff of caduceus #but it turns out thats actually hermes symbol. the real symbol for medicine is the rod of asclepius which looks pretty similar #the difference is that theres only one snake and its twined around a stick. ironically mercy from overwatch's weapons are named after #the caduceus despite the misconception LMAOOO #snakes were the most consistent medicine related animal i could find even across multiple cultures so it couldve really worked #if i could actually draw scalies.. one of my earliest sketches had a cobra with a syringe at the end of its tail like a rattlesnake #and it had markings similar to the syringe tube but i didnt have much else going on so i scrapped it #i was also recommended animals with less obvious ties to medicine like jellyfish and horseshoe crabs and learned something new ^_^ #im not confident i could pull off a non-mammal furry but they were really good ideas i might put into smth else.. i also thought of #axolotls bc of their regenerative thing and growing back limbs but i think that would suit smth like a surgeon or amputation... #possums and bats were also an option bc theyre actually really resistant to most diseases like rabies but i feel like ppl wouldnt know that #if they saw it so it looks a little ironic at a glance. rabbits rats and mice were my second option bc of animal testing and lab rats #less obvious reference but the moon rabbit in chinese mythology is loosely connected to medicine bc it makes the elixir of life #otherwise lab mice in a pharmacy / modern medicine setting seemed fitting and jerboa tails remind me of cotton buds #and. ironically. jerboas are more closely related to elephants than rats and mice. can you believe it #my art #myart #my oc #sona #plaguesona #cottonbud #fur #furry art #character design #ref sheet #oc ref sheet

[thedisablednaturalist]

That the occupational therapist/ergonomic advisor I met with today was appalled by how I've been treated by doctors when bringing up mobility aids shows how the more knowledgeable one is about mobility aids the less likely they are to dismiss people who could actually benefit from them. Who knew

#wrenfea.exe #i told her my doctors laughed at me and told me im too young and they dont want me to ruin my body #and she was disgusted #it was surprising actually because most people go oh no :( but also roll their eyes #bc unconciously they side with the supposeded medical expert #also apparently my manual isnt that bad! she showed me how to sit in it properly #and they are gonna look into getting me assessed through their mobility aid office #i forget what she called it #seating department? #and shes gonna help me navigate getting my insurance to pay for it (once i have actual insurance lmao) #wheelchairs #chronic disability #chronic pain #spoonie #fibromyalgia #disability #degenerative disc disease #chronic illness #mobility aids

[adrift-in-thyme]

Whumptober Day 14: “Feed me poison, fill me til I drown”

Read it on Ao3

- Time & the Chain

- Summary: Time grows ill by no ordinary sickness

CW for poisoning and all the horrifying symptoms that come with it (including vomiting and severe shortness of breath) and kidnapping

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The inn has become outrageously loud.

Time isn’t certain when it went from the usual hubbub of gathered humanity to an overwhelming cacophony of noise. All he knows is that he needs to get away from it. Now. Before he gives in to the urge to curl up on the floor in fetal position.

Strange. He can’t recall the last time he yearned to do that.

It has been years, to be certain. Years since a small child hid in a Castle Town alleyway because it had all, very suddenly, grown to be too much.

Time drags in a breath that doesn’t fully fill his lungs and pushes himself to his feet. If he steels himself, perhaps, he can look purposeful rather than panicked.

“What’s up, old man?”

Legend is staring at him from where he sits on a bench, wedged between Wild and Hyrule. He raises an eyebrow.

“You heading to bed already?”

Time tries to smile. It comes out feeling more like a grimace.

When had it grown so cold in here?

It feels as though the winds of Snowhead have swept in through the swinging double doors. He shivers slightly and the small movement makes the pounding in his head a hundred times worse.

“I’m actually headed outside,” he says, his own voice sounding strangely far away. “I just need a bit of air.”

They’re all watching him now, varying levels of concern on their faces.

“Are you alright?” Sky asks.

Time nods. “Don’t worry about me. It’s just a bit stifling in here is all. I’ll be back in soon.”

Most of them still look worried, but he can hardly afford to stand here, assuring them of his good health. The room is closing in now and blurring slightly at the edges. If he doesn’t get out soon…

With a desperate sort of abruptness, Time turns on his heel and heads for the door.

The main streets of Castle Town are still busy. The inn is relatively out of the way, though, situated snuggly in the back of the town. Few people come down here and Time is glad of it. With a sigh of relief he leans back against the wall.

…only for his legs to give way seconds later.

The ground tips beneath his feet, his stomach lurches, and suddenly he finds himself on his hands and knees. He stares down at the cold cobblestone, trying vainly to comprehend what has just happened. He had been fine a half an hour ago — he had been fine mere seconds ago, save of course, for the sudden onset of a migraine and the dizziness and cold and the way the room had surged and shrieked like a monster let loose…but those had been…

Time’s eye widens slightly. A series of shives rage through him, sudden and unbidden and terrible. They make his teeth chatter so hard he has to grit them together to keep from biting his tongue.

Something is wrong, he realizes, somewhat dazedly. Very wrong. He has suffered enough illnesses, enough injuries to know this one is not normal.

But his head has begun to feel heavy, his thoughts as sluggish and thick as the fog of the Lost Woods. And though he grasps for it, the answer he seeks hovers just out of reach.

Then, it flees entirely, replaced instead by sheer panic.

He can’t breathe.

He tries, fighting to draw precious air through airways that suddenly feel too tight. But he only manages a half-breath that leaves him feeling dizzy. Desperately, he inhales once more.

But his lungs don’t expand to welcome the air he craves. Instead, the pounding in his head intensifies. And in the next moment, his stomach rebels violently. He pitches forward and vomits.

There’s blood in it, he notes, blearily. That’s more than a little worrying.

Or it would be if he could think past the immediate conglomeration of dizziness and pain and a hazy sort of directionless fear.

A shudder rages through him. His body decides it no longer has the strength to hold itself up. He collapses sideways and his surroundings tip with him, streetlights smearing golden light across a navy sky, buildings elongating unnaturally.

For a terrible moment, he is certain that he’s falling. And maybe he’ll keep falling, down, down, down into endless darkness and he’ll be trapped again, imprisoned in a world that won’t remember him, a world destined to be destroyed.

But then his shoulder connects painfully with something hard and he realizes he is lying on the cobblestones.

Still fighting to breathe. And now to swallow. It feels as though his entire throat is closing itself off. Soon he won’t have any air at all.

This has all escalated rather quickly, he thinks with an absurd, giddy sort of mirth. And to think all he had wanted was fresh air. Unfortunately, for him there is none to be had.

Another round of shivers come, tearing his aching body apart, stealing what little breath he still has. It drives away the odd hilarity, brings back the panic of before.

He needs to get up. He needs to find help. But even speaking seems an insurmountable challenge.

Time squeezes his eye shut. His fingernails are sharp against his palm, but the pain grounds him, keeps him awake. And somehow, he knows beyond the shadow of a doubt that he has to stay awake.

Nausea roils in him again. He gags, tasting blood and the remnants of dinner. Dimly, he wonders how long ago it was when he sat with the other heroes, listening to them laugh and tell stories over bowls of warm stew. It feels like an eternity has passed since then. But he doubts that that is true.

Either way, the thought of food makes his stomach protest. There is nothing left in it now to expel. Yet his body tries anyway, violently. Clearly, it wants whatever is inside of him, out.

Poison.

The realization finally breaks through. But it’s too late to entertain the fresh wave of panic. He is fading now, the taste of blood pungent on his tongue, stones cold against his skin. Even if he had the strength to do more than lie here and attempt to breathe, it wouldn't do him any good. He doesn’t know how to deal with poison. He’s never had to learn.

Footsteps sound now. He registers them, distantly, through a fog he can’t find his way out of. Then, voices reach him, muffled by the whirring in his ears.

“Is he dead?”

“No, he’s still breathing. I can hear his wheezing from here. Pathetic.”

“Besides, we never wanted him completely dead, remember? Just very, very close. Now, come on. You know what to do.”

Hands grasp his arms and roughly haul him up. Ropes snake around his wrists and pull tight. A cloth finds its way into his mouth. And all the while his every instinct screams at him to run, to struggle, to fight. But his limbs are leaden, unable to even keep him upright. He slumps heavily in his captor’s grasp.

“He won’t last much longer without the antidote.”

“Well, we don’t have much longer before the others worry and come to check on him. We go now. He’ll last until we get where we need to be.”

They begin to drag him. His feet are uncooperative, unable to even catch on the stones as they move forward. Darkness dances tantalizingly before him. He tries and fails to take another breath.

“It’s better this way,” he hears them say faintly, in the moments before he plunges into oblivion, “to keep him in this state. The Hero of Termina…he isn’t one you should underestimate.”

#whumptober 2023 #no.14 #‘feed me poison fill me til i drown’ #linkeduniverse #fic #poisoning tw #blood tw #vomiting tw #kidnapping tw #trin writes #lu time #lu chain #i won’t even pretend this is an accurate depiction of poisoning #I’m no medical professional #and reading webmd only goes so far lol #also #this the last fic I prepared in advance #this week I’ll be flying by the seat of my pants #hehe I’ll be fine #*splats* #but anyway #this one will definitely be continued #look out for day 18 ;)

[cavity-collector]

DAY 5 OF CRINGETOBER: "MSPAINT"

i think i might like car seat headrest...

#drew this a few months ago but i never posted it and it works for the prompt AND i couldnt draw yesterday bcz of medical shit so #im allowed to cheat ONCE #;; my posts #;; bugs art gallery #fanart #csh #music #1 trait danger #car seat headrest #cringetober 2023 #cringetober

[basil-tea3]

when people talk about "accessible architecture/cities" they're normally talking about things like wheelchair access—which is very important—but for gods sake can we please just get some seats at traffic lights i cannot stand for long enough 😭

#as a POTSie stairs and traffic lights are my mortal enemies #and ive been forgetting to take my medication recently so today was worse than normal #aaaaaa #pls just give me a seat #it would benefit everyone not just disabled ppl !!!!! #disability #dysautonomia #chronic illness #potsie #pots syndrome

[dailypokemoncrochet]

There's just something so ?¿? about how I'm only able to actively work on this project when I'm at objectively the lowest points of my life (deepest depression, lonely, unemployed, no income, lot of time) and only because I have family that I can be wholly financially dependent on. All of the work I've done is cool and an accomplishment but also nearly the entire time spent on it I've felt like a failure because I can't do anything else.

But when I'm working full time and even when I love my job and coworkers, I am so tired I can't do any art or anything after work, and then I seemingly out of nowhere have a meltdown and quit. Idk. Something here about needing art to live but not being able to live off making art and the disparate ways art is tied to survival

#text #depression has been here the whole time but making itself Known atm #im so tired and sad and wish i didnt have to be this way #i wish i could separate the guilt of everything else from making my crochets #but the circumstances that let me crochet to this extent. come with massive amounts of guilt. and its just all bad. #society wasnt made for people like me. and that sucks. #i quit my last job because they changed my seat. thats the stupidest fucking thing. but my brain could not get over it and #also i never wanted to work for [company] and management wouldnt accommodate me without medical documentation and so i just quit #and im back making my art. (positive) (negative) (?¿¿)

[what-are-even-humans]

I love humans and habits

I work at a hospital on a peninsula separated from the city. Most people live on the peninsula and commute to the city, meaning that about 90% of the people commuting at the time I do to the peninsula are hospital people. And every single day we get on the same boat, sit in the same seats, and then get on the buss to the hospital, sitting in the same seat. Today we almost held the bus back because someone weren't in their normal seat and we were worried they'd be stranded

#it was fine #there was a pencilcase on their seat so naturally it was occupied and no one can use that seat moving the pencilcase is unthinkable #basically what im saying is we somehow have assigned seats on our way to our adult jobs as actual real medical personnel #which is WILD but also kinda sweet particularly when next of kin or visitors are on the bus #not space

[sheepyazi]

"Who run this mutha-?"

#tf2 fanart #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #tf2 medic #team fortress 2 #tf2 #fanart #sfm #sfm render #my sfm #tf2 sfm #the support classes run the whole thing smh #these girls run the world #bb girls fr #Medic is a gd king istg #spee and snipes have the uncomfy seats #spikes in their asses

[thegreenleavesofspring]

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#So I'm putting all this in tags because I'd prefer it not get out into wider Tumblr. I pondered even posting it but I think some of y'all #are following the drama and/or praying for my family so I figured I'd post an update. Just pretend there are commas and it's all readable. #Got a hearing date today. February 6th. Now I need to get affidavits and medical records. Not much to do in the way of affidavits because #either he made sure no one saw anything or I made sure. (Shame is a heckuva thing.) I really need the medical records from the assault. #Can't get them because I am currently without ID. I am currently without ID because I have had a beginner's permit for ~10 years now and #those have to be renewed in-person every year. Can't get to DMV to get it renewed because... no car. Can't use Uber because you have to #provide your own car seats and where am I going to put three car seats while I'm at the DMV? Can't use bus because... bus lines. #...it's stressful. #Also I'm still not sure about the theology of all this but it's also impossible not to see the Hand of God in freeing me and the boys from #this man so either God will help me work out the theology of it later or I'll ask Him when I get to Heaven. #Practically speaking I will not ever permit him and the boys unsupervised contact again if I can help it because he WILL neglect them #at best and physically hurt them for his own amusement and/or beat them up because of his temper at worst. #...anyway any and all prayers are appreciated.

[madhushala]

she's talking on a call with her parents about how it was her luck and gods will what got her into this college who's gonna tell her of course no one because you know 🤡🤡

#i can't believe things can get so unfair even in the education system when its literally about someone's career #roommate takes everything so casually she's just the worst person academically i encountered #and i don't have the authority to say who belongs to which place but it really hurt doesn't it #there are kids giving their everything working hard and all praying screaming to get climbed upon my someone #who spent their first year crying about missing home and not studying not even a minute under the name of not being able to adjust #then how did she suddenly adjust now how is she going on group studies now its all a joke to her #and thats why she failed this year yeah it was predictable #there were friends' friends i know who were put out and had to ask how much did she score #well ill tell you A FUCKING 347 in neet #CAN YOU BELIEVE IT #do you think she deserves to come in a medical stream? #and no she's not economically unwell for most i can say she's everything better than me #and god forbid i speak #im not against whatever thenpolitics run around i don't have enough knowledge i don't hate anyone #and im not taking anyone's right out of their platter as if i even have the right #but sometimes i see people like her and it makes me wanna cry #if they aren't at fault neither ae we.right? #but i hope she becomes someone better #does something i hope she turns out a good doctor or whatever she wants #please don't waste this seat

[seaquestions]

“if it sucks hit da bricks” and “what if i just stopped going” both left absolutely devastating consequences on me, a guy who gets bored so very easily and will run away from a good thing as soon as possible. it’s truly incredible how being even A Touch mentally unwell can cause you to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory.

#incoherent turtle noises #dont quit dont quit dont quit. but are some things truly worth the daily anxiety? brain says yes! (heart says NO!!) #the problem is that ive isolated myself to a point where everyday stresses for normal ppl are like. actively distressing me all the time #Very Slow Tigers Are Chasing Me. heehee 🥴😵‍💫🐅 really… what’s so bad about being a NEET… is it so… #and also it seems i cant even take a sleeping pill if im feeling this rumbly sinking deep seated fear then whats even the point? #but im medicated now. well ill be properly medicated soon. man… i dont wanna work… #BUT…….INSURANCE……………… #WAAAGHHH I WANNA GO BACK TO DRAWING EVERYDAAAYYY…..

[witchofthesouls]

The look on Megatron's face when he gets the news Tarn's mate was sent into early emergence when Overlord tore into the Peaceful Tyranny. He was pissed and spriting towards the Tyranny when a large BOOM rocked the Nemisis. Megatron was up off his aft and moving even faster.

He reached the bay see to a heavily schorched triumphant Tarn, with marginal less scorched Vos looking over his shoulder infront of a vaguely Overlord shaped hole in the floor

Oh no. The entire ordeal is a mess, even by Decepticon standards because the Camien basically stopped the Unstoppable Force that's Overlord.

There will be so many questions on the how, when, and where because everyone and their dog knows why the nurse did what they did.

(Your aerosol solution was a two-parter. To ensure the rest of the crew wasn't caught up with the toxins, you set out multiple stands under the guise of aromatherapy for your stress. It was low dosages of the cure that slowly accumulated in the frame. Overlord may have crushed you, but you won the game.)

Tarn's mad on so many levels that he didn't even wait for expressive approval to finish off Overlord, especially with his team's commentary on your wide assortment of skills across many disciplines since Vos had worked with an engineer and Helex was once employed by a network of medical centers to melt down infected and broken equipment as well as contagious frames and samples. You know far too much for a nurse, even if you're not a native of Cybertron. And the rampant rumors about you aren't helping matters.

Kaon has a beloved OTP but that doesn't impede him from his dedicated work on monitoring all the signals on the ship. So far, you haven't sent anything through the monitors, nor can he detect any personal use of long-distance communication waves.

You and Tarn actually had arguments throughout it all because Tarn found out some of Overlord's behavior via secondhand from other 'cons (and sometimes by Overlord himself chewing or licking the venom that's eating his lips). He wants to shake out all the details so he can finally put the fat-lipped Phase Sixer on the List. He wants to know what plagued your sleep to develop insomnia and keep tinkering in the secluded lab. You're silent on both issues as Overlord follows the letter of Megatron's mandate, even if he violates the spirit (and you take advantage of it as you poison your own cubes and equipment he tries to nab), and you have no idea how to bring up the sparkeaters because the 'cons it's a rumor or a fantastical tale that the D.J.D. take advantage with the Pet. Not a reality as it is on Caminus' outskirts from fanatical heretics.

While Tarn is busy separating an out-cold Overlord's head from the rest of the body with a few hacksaws and Vos alt-mode to empty a chip inside both sides of Overlord's neck, Nurse got transferred to the Nemesis' medbay. Officially, for better medical care since they have far more resources. Unofficially, it's an interrogation to ensure you're not a spy. Soundwave's rifling in your head and he gets looped into the mess of repressed trauma and nightmares between Overlord and the "sparkeaters" of a death cult that decimated the village of your childhood before Tourniquet fished you out.

#ask #bookandyarndragon #transformers #transformers idw #idw #mtmte #overlord #the donor clause au #tarn #reader insert #Cybertronian!reader #helex #vos #kaon #violence #injury #culture clash #medical complications #major character death #my thoughts #my writing #maccadam #tarn's being a good Conjunx to finishing off what his bonded intended and good 'con because Overlord violated the terms and conditions #Tarn: This is unfortunate business and absolutely personal you son of a bitch #Soundwave gets a frontrow seat of childhood trauma with religious imagery and cannibalism #Soundwave after confirming Nurse is not a spy: We're never going to set foot in Caminus. Ever.

[emmetofthestars]

i dont even know ifI AHVE NO IDEA. red medic is soooooo he has so much love but he also wouldnt want to marry but he would sitll want to be with blu heavy forever. and maybe collect his corpses that are leftover on the battlefield and dissect them and then eventually maybe he can vivisect him for realsies (and blu heavy would tell him hes a good doctor and he would trust him. and red medic wou,d fucking explode)

#sometimes heavy turns his back on medic and medic has to grit his teeth and hold himselgf back from cutting him the fuck open #he knows he cant just plunge a scalpel into his back but he would be shaking in his fucking seat like GHHRBBBGBNGBGBGBNGNBNG #PLEASE LET ME PRY OPEN YOUR RIBCAGE AND CLIMB INSIDE #headcanons