Tumgik
#anaphylactic shock
one-time-i-dreamt · 1 year
Text
I was scrolling through TikTok and the newest trend was people making cooking tutorials for dishes full of stuff they were allergic to and the goal was to finish it before going into anaphylactic shock.
821 notes · View notes
cuteguywhump · 7 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
The Escape Artist (2013)
170 notes · View notes
macgyvermedical · 2 months
Note
What would have been the standard treatment for anaphylaxis in the 1950s? Was epinephrine the standard alongside anti-histamines or had that not been figured out yet?
This was a surprisingly difficult thing to figure out. It wasn't in any of my books, but I was able to find some info online.
Anaphylaxis was first described in the scientific literature in 1906. It was known very soon after this that histamine injected into animals could create an anaphylaxis-type reaction, leading to the understanding of anaphylaxis as a histamine response.
By some time in the 1920s, asthma (and somewhat later anaphylaxis) was being treated with self-injected epinephrine. Honestly I could not find why they had decided to do this, but it worked great.
The first antihistamines went on the market in 1937, and due to the understanding of anaphylaxis as a histamine problem, were probably used pretty quickly for anaphylaxis, though in the 1940s they were marketed more for prevention of anaphylaxis, not necessarily treatment.
By the late 1940s, corticosteroids were introduced and began being used for allergies, allowing anaphylaxis to be treated in much the same way it is today.
So to answer your question, by the 1950s, all three common medication classes used to treat anaphylaxis were in existence, and as far as I could find were being used almost the same way they are today.
28 notes · View notes
Text
A bill to lower the cost of a lifesaving medication is headed to the Governor’s desk.
The proposal, which passed the General Assembly, would cap the cost of a twin pack of EpiPens at $60.
Families who need them say it would make a huge difference.
“You shouldn’t have to go, ‘Am I going to pay a bill or am I going to make sure that my child has this medication,’” Tiffany Mathis, the CEO and executive director of the Boys & Girls Clubs of Central Illinois, said.
One night, Mathis’ daughter was eating butter pecan ice cream, when her face and lips started to swell. At the hospital, doctors discovered she had a tree nut allergy.
Her daughter has needed to carry an EpiPen for nearly a decade. But the lifesaving medication can come at a high cost.
“I was a single mom, I was on Medicaid, she was on All Kids insurance, and around that time, some years later, the EpiPen skyrocketed, and they went from no copay, low copay to $100 an EpiPen,” Mathis said.
Mathis said her family doesn’t need just one pack — they use multiple.
“She needs to have at least four or five to split between all the households, daycare, extracurricular activities that she was participating in,” Mathis said.
EpiPens also have an expiration date, which means they need to be replaced.
“We’re not talking about Tylenol, or ibuprofen, you’re talking about an EpiPen that you can’t just not have,” Mathis said.
For many people with allergies, they could experience a life threatening reaction known as anaphylaxis. They could have hives, redness on their skin, swelling of their lips and tongue, wheezing, and even trouble breathing.
But using the EpiPen in someone’s leg can help save a person’s life.
“Having an allergic reaction is scary, because everyday you live with a threat that your child might have something happen to them, and they might die over their allergy and it’s a very severe allergy at that,” Mathis said.
Lawmakers say they want to make the medication more affordable for families.
“This shouldn’t be an area where companies are making profits off of,” State Sen. Mike Halpin (D-Rock Island), one of the bill’s Senate sponsors, said. “This is life or death for little kids, as well as adults.”
A couple of years ago, the state passed legislation requiring insurance companies to cover the cost of EpiPens for people 18 or under.
“But it didn’t say affordable coverage for EpiPens and that’s where the General Assembly’s now having to go back and try to either define that or stipulate that with a specific dollar amount,” Garth Reynolds, the executive director of the Illinois Pharmacists Association, said.
A two-pack of name brand EpiPens can cost more than $600 and up to $300 for the generic version.
105 notes · View notes
random-fandom-whump · 2 years
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
The Flash S01E18 ↳ RFW's Favorite Flash Whump Moments (✚)
127 notes · View notes
sweaty-confetti · 10 months
Text
vent
idk this might just be a me-and-my-surrounding-conditions thing but i really wish public food places like restaurants and whatever were more careful about allergens. cause the majority of them are! they are :) but recently i went into anaphylactic shock due to a cheesecake. and i asked the waiter multiple times as well as other staff whether it contained any of my potential allergens and they were adamant that it didn’t. guess what! it did! a distinctly nutty taste, a scratchy throat and boom next thing i know i’m in the goddamn emergency room because someone couldn’t be bothered. and i’ve seen this happen too with people who request specific orders like oat milk in their coffee or to make the meal without carrots or whatever the fuck else and sometimes the people taking their orders/preparing their food just…don’t? and it’s very scary. because yeah, some peoples’ allergies aren’t severe and yeah, i had my epipen on me, but that experience still fucking sucked!
9 notes · View notes
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
WHUMPTOBER day 22: Pick your poison
"Allergic Reaction"
Die Bergretter S10E02
40 notes · View notes
Text
Anaphylactic shock (verse)
Tumblr media
wasp
Early afternoon today
The bush tangled in the trees
I was mowing.
While working mindlessly
I felt a sharp pain.
The tip of my left ring finger.
It was probably a bee that stung me.
Especially common in wasps
When you get stung a second time
There is concern about anaphylactic shock.
the body's immune system overreacts
You may die from shock.
About 30 years ago,
I was being harshly baptized by wasps.
Shock death is possible even if there is a gap in time.
It has now been about 4 hours since I was stung.
Other than occasional tingling, I haven't noticed any abnormalities.
--God Saved my life?
(2019.06.08)
アナフィレクシー・ショック(韻文)
今日昼下がり
木々に絡みつくヤブガラシを
刈っていた。
無心に作業していたところ
ピキッと痛みが走った。
左手の薬指の先端。
刺したのはたぶんミツバチ。
特にスズメバチに多いが
2度目に刺されると
アナフィレクシー・ショックが心配される。
体の免疫系が過剰反応し
ショック死することがある。
私は以前30年ほど前に
スズメバチの手荒い洗礼を受けている。
時間が開いていてもショック死はありうる。
今は刺されて4時間ほどになるが
たまにチクッとする以外特に異常は出ていない。
――命拾いか。
4 notes · View notes
filthforfriends · 1 year
Text
Me *for years*: I know I’ve been treated for anaphylaxis yesterday but there’s still something up with my throat. If feels like swelling and I’m supposed to come back if symptoms flare back up.
ER doc: So there’s no swelling. You look just fine. I think this is just anxiety.
Me: Well it feels like there’s swelling.
Mom: you’re so dramatic I knew this was a waste of my time.
ER doc: I can prescribe you a cortisteroid.
Me: I cant take prednisone it sends me into a psychotic break which is why it wasn’t prescribed yesterday.
ER doc: Well there’s really no replacement for prednisone.
Me: Aren’t you a fucking doctor?
My allergist in November 2021: so it looks like additionally there’s something wrong with your swallow reflex that’s making the sensations of your anaphylaxis feel a lot worse. It can feel like your throat is stuck or even swelling.
Me: I’ve said this to a dozen ER doctors and they gave me Ativan.
Allergist: …sorry.
8 notes · View notes
theomnicode · 1 year
Text
Inb4 we've been shown that Saitama is practically invulnerable and doesn't even need oxygen.
Then we subvert that.
Saitama goes into a new restaurant he's invited to, eats something and goes into anaphylactic shock because he didn't read the menu carefully enough and almost dies from food allergy.
A fucking food allergy.
Because he's not actually immune to his own body's reactions.
14 notes · View notes
abirdsfreedom · 2 years
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
What the fuck is wrong with people?!?!?! This was my post
Tumblr media
My post had nothing to do with side effects or the abuse of them, so why the fuck were people saying "retards were getting high" shit the fuck up. Epipens are not as affordable and my post is about how it's easier FOR ME to SAVE MYSELF FROM DYING with these specific kinds of benadryl. Shut the fuck up.
24 notes · View notes
bread-box-12 · 2 years
Text
I have an au where the journalist goes into anaphylactic shock and fucking dies from the strabby
just thought you should know that.
18 notes · View notes
cuteguywhump · 2 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Anaconda (1997)
58 notes · View notes
Text
🍎Apple Turnovers🍎
A friend—and employee— of Adam and Jonah’s lends some baked goods in a bit of a care package as both thanks and condolences for some situations best left unnamed. Since the two don’t trust their car to go very far at the moment after it starts making some weird sounds, getting actual groceries is probably a no-go. The plan is to settle down and eat some treats while maybe watching TV or browsing some stupid memes on the internet.
The plan backfires when a beginners mistake is made.
————
Word Count: 2,594 I think
—————
Hi did you know I write. Yes I write. You are right. I do write.
Gonna be honest, I haven’t uploaded any writing in half a year on my AO3, and until I can set up my laptop again then I’ll probably have this on AO3! (Unless I figure out how to work it out on mobile lol) We are in the process of moving, so like, my resources are kinda limited. With that being said, this was written on my phone on the Google Docs app, so formatting might end up weird here?? I’ve never uploaded writing in this format for Tumblr, so this is gonna be just,,,, semi-awkward,,,,,,
This is very HC heavy and also relates to my Spectrum Blood AU, so yeah, this is a canon event, albeit pretty minor with some foreshadowing to the canon divergent nature of Spectrum Blood. Uh. Enjoy I guess??? Ehhhh??
Also thought I’d mention this lol, this idea came from @katie-latte / @hehe-parappa-goes-brrr lol, a lot of the plot references our roleplays but isn’t specific to that btw, this one’s more for you, love, haha
—————
“Ayo Jojo! I got the goods!”
When was the last time the boys had gone for groceries? Well, usually only one of them would go at a time. This time wasn’t any different than those “usual times”, aside from the fact that it wasn’t from the actual grocery store. As far as Jonah was concerned, Adam had stopped by somewhere at a friend’s to get some snacks they were providing for the boys. Money wasn’t usually a huge issue, but damn was it occasionally tight. Since this said friend has been assisted by the two boys once out of a hostile situation, they wanted to return the favor in more ways than one. Money was also tight for them, but hey, if they can do their good deed for the day, then what’s stopping them from doing so?
“Oh snap! Sweet! I’m fuckin’ starving!” Jonah exclaimed after standing from the couch, having been forced to listen to the rumbling of his own stomach for the past ten or fifteen minutes or so after not having anything that was desirable (or not past expiration) in the fridge or pantry.
Adam threw his usual backpack down from over his shoulder and on the dining room table, which held a lot of essential belongings. Some water bottles, a couple weapons for paranormal encounters like the most recent one they had, some bandages and other items to nurse wounds, and his walkie talkie. In his front pocket on his custom Bythorne Paranormal Society sweatshirt was his smartphone, which he promptly grabbed instinctively while heading towards a now-sitting Jonah and tossing himself into the green-cushioned couch. In one hand was his phone, which he promptly placed down into the cushion and rested weightlessly into the cushion’s pillowcase. In the other was a large plastic bag that was weighed down with a large mass. Adam placed the heap in between them as they sat face to face, criss-crossed on the couch, barely opening the bag when the aromas hit them. A soothing combination of sweet and savory. It wasn’t just a packed lunch. There were more than a few different baked goods, fresh from the kitchen, each neatly wrapped inside their own containers. Even though they’d all been sealed inside, the wonderful smell still lingered in their scent glands, causing a temporary moment of pure, sweet bliss. Like they had their noses to an incense.
“Now that’s a small I like. Mabel does a great job at pulling you in with this sort of stuff!” Jonah commented as the two tag-teamed at pulling ziplocks and tupperware out of the bag, the different smells separating a bit.
“Oh yeah, how’d you think she was able to make this all in one sitting?” Adam inquired to his mocha-skinned companion, pulling out a few more items from the bag.
“Maybe she stress bakes? I mean, she does have a lot of stress on her at the moment?” Jonah responded, purposely leaving the details out for the sake of their sanities— and possibly as to not lose their appetites from the thought of situations they had no control over. Nothing the two of them weren’t already collectively aware of, of course.
Adam smirked goofily, “kind of like you. Only you can’t do that cause we don’t have the ingredients right now.”
Jonah’s eyes rolled, deeply feeling a disgruntled tingle that he hadn’t been able to get his hands messy with flour or crust made from scratch or feel the dough under his nails and fingertips.
“Well, we still have to get the car fixed. I know it probably isn’t bad, but I still don’t like the idea of driving it when it’s making that whirring sound. I’m surprised you couldn’t do it this time.”
“It’s not too bad, we just can’t drive long distances. But what do I look like? A car repairman?”
“You look like a dumbass. Do you think the supermarket is close enough for a walking distance?”
“Oof, uh. No. I don’t think so. I mean, we absolutely could just truck it there, but imagine having to carry several heavy bags all the way back here for an hour on foot.”
“Damn, that’s a good point.”
“I only drove because her apartment is just five minutes away, and I didn’t anticipate anything bad happening. And frankly, nothing bad happened. She wanted to bake for us anyway,
“I mean, yeah. But we could always carjack.”
“Just for a supermarket trip? They’d easily find us if we weren’t hightailing it. Plus, that’s behind us. We already agreed that we’re going to be lowering our profile lower than it already is. The entire police force is after us, and I’m sure the alternates are too. We can’t take any more chances after what happened last time.”
Jonah’s mind blurred with the last major call they took, which nearly cost both of their lives. He still hasn’t gotten over the situation in its entirety. The utter, glum guilt still weighed him every waking moment, wondering if this was all a dream that Adam was even alive and that the two had actually somehow brute-forced themselves out of the grasp of the alternates. It truly made the two stop taking life for granted, allowing them to realize just how precious their lives were; to themselves, and each other.
“Yeah, maybe you’re right.”
The two rummaged through the miniature feast of baked goods, pastries, and even some other savory dishes that wouldn’t taste like shit after reheated. This was the stuff their stomachs had been craving; good cooking like a mother’s cooking. Jonah was quick to help himself to a small tub of cookies he couldn’t instantly identify until biting into one of them and then muttering between chews, “huh, snickerdoodle.”
“Oh, cool!” Adam’s voice seemed singsong at one of the tubs with four individually wrapped items, one of them he unwrapped and admired, “calzones!? Oh shit!”
Jonah’s eyes lit up at the thought of a calzone. Boy, he hadn’t had one of those in… god, who knows? “Wow, that looks fluffy! What kind?”
“‘Boutta find out, bro!” Adam felt the warmth of the calzone in his hand even while still slightly covered by the paper towel-napkin, and took the first bite into the crust.
For the first second, the calzone was a bit hot, but not enough to burn him. There was a sense of gooeyness in it too, which he hadn’t registered the taste of yet. His first instinct is that it was a pizza calzone. But the savoriness had suddenly proven sweeter than the average cheese and/or sauce. He even felt the little chunks in his mouth as he pulled the bite off of the snack and chewed, a weird, not-so meaty consistency to them. The sweetened taste was almost overwhelming, nearly unrecognizable to Adam. Possibly some sort of fruit? The taste of a fruit he didn’t instantly recognize…
Then it hit him. It hit him like a train.
Jonah could already see Adam’s shifting expression as he tried to decipher what the taste was, but Jonah didn’t know that. And seeing Adam’s upper eyelids lift slightly somehow both excited him, and unnerved him.
“So, what kind was it?” Jonah harmlessly asked, a bit of whimsicalness expressed in his octave.
Adam, however, did not return the same expression, but instead read a horrified look. Jonah could feel the twinge in Adam’s voice when he spoke with an eerie slowness, “Jonah, I don’t think that was a calzone…”
The first instinct was to ask “well, then what was it?” As a bunch of scenarios played in his head. His mind went first to if Adam was just disgusted and if it was something he didn’t particularly enjoy and that Adam was going to vomit or something. Should he get the puke bucket in case?
Adam’s head cocked a little, his face slightly redder around the bridge of his nose and pinkining his pasty-white cheeks. “Uh, I’ll give you a hint.”
Jonah now resorted to the idea that the contents inside were hot, or even spicy, somehow burning himself with the inner filling of the contents. But now that he looked at the crusted item he held in his hand, suddenly he felt a bit of initial shock too.
Head turning a bit to the other, Adam placed the treat back into the container before he muttered out a slightly sickly few words:
“Get the EpiPen.”
And Jonah realized that they were, in fact, not calzones.
They were apple turnovers.
“O-Oh fuck! Oh shit, th-they’re apple turnovers, aren’t they!?” Jonah slightly shouted as he arose himself from the couch, a slight dent being left where he sat. Adam had a bit of a cough to his shaky, uneven breath. That quickly evolved into a slight rasp, and soon enough, a wheeze. Jonah backed up as Adam threw himself on the hardwood and forced himself into his knees. He wasn’t sure what to properly do, almost lost at the sight of his roommate weakened and teary-eyed from the start of what would surely be an anaphylactic shock. A sense of loss of control in the both of them synchronized for separate reasons as Adam coughed out more harshly, awakening Jonah from the trance he was in and reminding him of his objective. Get his EpiPen.
First and foremost, he needed Adam’s backpack. That was the first step to helping him. He just had to locate that. “Adam! Your bag! Where’s your bag!?”
His voice was rasped and broken in between breaths, but luckily his voice was comprehensible enough while crying “Ghh—table!! On the table—hhHHHhh! It’s-s on th-the dining room table!”
“Dammit, Adam! Save your breath! Don’t talk so fuckin’ much! Let me get it!” He finally pulled himself from the front row seat of the scene and stumbled into the dining room, nearly unable to stop himself from running waist-first into the table. He hoisted the black backpack into his hand and dragged it swiftly along the wood flooring while rushing back towards Adam Murray. He threw the bag in front of him and downwards, it landing only feet in front of the struggling boy, Jonah sliding downwards to the bag and unzipping it too fast. “Hang on, Adam! I’m getting it! I’m getting it!” He rummaged through the items in the main opening of the bag, ready to go through every single corner and pocket of it.
Jonah felt a sudden push on his back, the pressure at first startling him until he saw Adam was leaning against him, possibly for comfort or reassurance. Even if this was a dire situation, that made Jonah feel a slight warmth in his heart, even while desensitized to literally everything else. “I’m right here, Adam. Stay with me, okay?” Jonah’s voice softened, now realizing that maybe his original panic in his voice could possibly alarm Adam even more.
Several objects and belongings flew out of the backpack as Jonah tossed them aside, making sure he went through at least every pocket to find the epinephrine pen, promising himself to go through it twice if he didn’t see the orange capsule. His hopes and prayers were heard as he finally spotted the long, orange object. “Found it!” He cheered worryingly as he took out the object, now maneuvering Adam’s had into his lap as he also turned around, the struggle to breathe still evident in his voice. Jonah vigorously shook the pen before popping the blue cap off and pulling Adam’s leg slightly outward, no hesitation when forcing the thick needle of the pen into his thigh.
Adam let out a bit of a broken squeak feeling the pierce of the object into his flesh, and sort of writhed and very slightly kicked. Jonah counted up for several seconds to make sure that the medicine all went in, and after he was able to indicate it was good, he ripped the needle out of Adam, who promptly grunted at the pain. Jonah put the cap back on, now pulling Adam inward and upward into his body, one hand onto Adam’s chest while the other interlocking with one of Adam’s hands. Looking at the hand he held, the little red bumps on them were surely prominent, which were surely hives that had broken in during the peak of the shock. Jonah’s own breath and heart rate had risen in speed, feeling his heart pounding loudly through his ears. He let out a sigh as after a minute, Adam’s body seemed to loosen up, sinking slightly deeper into his companion’s chest.
Once Jonah got the memo that Adam was stable, he wanted to reassure himself that Adam wasn’t going to do anything else, so he asked, “you good?”
Adam let out a little, pained grunt in response, similar to an “Mhm…”, his grip on Jonah’s hand tightening, allowing Jonah to feel better and know that Adam was gaining some strength back. “Do you need anything else? Maybe some water?”
Adam uttered a “yeah…” and Jonah pulled one of the bottles he’d thrown from the black backpack, unscrewing the cap and holding it to Adam, “need some help?” To which Adam responded, “I got it.”
Adam took little sips from the water, the gulps audible to Jonah, then placing the bottle down while Jonah screwed the cap back on the nozzle.
“‘M sorry about that…”
“About what? Having an allergic reaction? No, Adam. Don’t apologize for something you can’t control, bro! We’re just lucky we were prepared this time.”
Adam knew what he was implying with that, “sorry about last time, too.”
“Last time was my fault, Adam. I didn’t know about your allergy. If anything, I’m sorry about that.”
“You had to find out at some point, I guess. It’s better we had everything we needed now than before since the car’s not doing so hot right now.” His voice remained strained-sounding while speaking.
“Well, I’m just glad you’re alright. I’m going to check to make sure nothing else has apple in it.”
“Can we make sure we don’t tell Mabel this happened?”
Jonah understood the anxiety Adam had for the situation, “we’ll make a deal. I have to tell her that you’re allergic to apples, but I won’t tell her that it sends you into shock, aight? Is that okay?”
“…sure. I’d like it better if we just didn’t mention it at all.”
“We don’t mention it, and this happens again. But I won’t stress her out if it’s gonna stress you out. I know you feel bad.”
“Yeah.”
“Uh, well, you’ve probably lost your appetite. I’m still gonna eat some of the stuff she gave us.”
“No, I’m still sort of hungry. I think I can eat.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah. Just help me back on the couch— but I think I can get up on my own, maybe.”
“Still, I’m gonna help you.”
Jonah helped Adam to stand up, Adam quickly able to find his balance and nestle himself into the cushions once again, this time pushing the tub with the apple turnovers back as Jonah sat on the opposite side, taking the tub and reinserting the lid back on it. He looked into one of the other tubs, finding some premise sandwiches and…
He opened the said tupperware, pulling out another semi-circular, thinly- crusted item, then taking a bite into it, and tasting a savory cheese, tomato sauce, and meat encased in the soft-crusted shell.
“Adam. You’re not gonna believe this.”
Adam could already see what Jonah had in hand, and found it in him to laugh.
16 notes · View notes
katiescancerjourney · 2 years
Text
Anaphylactic Shock, 6/15/22
When I started back on FOLFOX, they said that you can develop an allergy to the main chemo in the cocktail, oxaliplatin - the one that gives you the shitty side effects like cold sensitivity, etc. So as a part of your pre-med drips, they add a healthy dose of Benadryl. It’s pretty awful as you get a drip of steroids right before and the combo is like being on drugs with none of the good parts. I always try to be one with the Benadryl and sleep through the rest of the drips.
I had noticed that whenever the nurses would start the oxaliplatin I would get an itch in my throat but it always went away and I figured that the Benadryl was doing it’s job and went back to sleep. For some reason, this round, my 6th round, I decided to let the nurses know that I always feel that little itch. They definitely seemed annoyed that I hadn’t mentioned this before, totally fair, and I promised to share if it happened again. 
I don’t know why, but I just knew in my gut that this time was going to be the time it didn’t go away.
Sure enough, a few minutes into the oxali drip, I sat up in my chair with shooting pain up and down my back. I probably looked like I was having a seizure as my body convulsed every second to the pain and I couldn’t keep my head up. The nurses ran in, took out my oxali line, pushed anti-nausea meds and more Benadryl and called for an NP. I started dry heaving and went into rigors. I was shaking and dripping sweat and my throat felt fuzzy and foreign, like it wasn’t a part of my body. However, I could breath in and out of my nose and I knew that if I remained calm and focused on my breathing, the meds would kick in in a few minutes and things would be fine. They had an epipen and push of pain meds ready to rock but I asked them to wait because I felt so fucked up from the Benadryl, I couldn’t imagine putting more medicine in me. Sure enough, a few minutes later, sweet relief. I couldn’t really talk and had no motor functions at that point so the nurses let me sleep if off. They woke me up an hour later and I said I was ready to get the fuck home. They were so freaking sweet, even offered to run across the street to Starbucks so I didn’t fall asleep in the Uber home but I felt confident I could get home fine. I did, and spent the rest of the day in bed, loopy as all get out, trying to take in everything that had just happened to me.
As FOLFOX is still such a good chemo, they want to try again, but this time, give me the drip over 8+ hours so see if only little bits at a time will prevent another allergic reaction. 
It’s funny, at first I was so bummed, like damn, I have to be at the treatment center for over 10 hours to get all my drips now? That sucks! I called my friend Sarah who had also had the same reaction to commiserate and whatnot and started to complain about the longer drip and she said “oh wow, you’re so lucky! I wanted to try the longer drip but my side effects were too bad at that point and they wouldn’t allow it” and then I realized, I’m lucky I get to try this bad ass chemo again. Sarah never fails to show me the bright side, like ever. 
5 notes · View notes
random-fandom-whump · 2 years
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
The Flash S01E18 ↳ RFW's Favorite Flash Whump Moments (✚)
72 notes · View notes