#bronchitis

[drianadriana]

source: twitter

#196 #bingus posting #bronchitis #broingus #god i love brisket so much shes so fucking cute

[taavisplushies]

graphic design is my passion

#bootlegs #aphrogdite #agatha #bronchitis #reminders #mental health #poorly edited #you can do this #plushies #plush #frog #frogblr #plushblr

[misfauxpas]

slugcat of the day #36

and of course, Bronchitis had to meet Moon. he ran right up, turned around, and sat down - like a lap cat!

#my art #rain world #slugcat #slugpup #looks to the moon #oc #bronchitis

[goldrimgoofies]

Bronchitis ^

#bronchitis #will wood and the tapeworms #will wood #wwattw

[feverflushed]

A has been sick for days with the worst case of bronchitis of their life.

It's the dead of the night, and A is half sitting half lying against their partner B's chest on the couch. A just couldn't lie down flat in bed without feeling like they're choking, so B brought them to the living room, and started a breathing treatment for them.

The inhalers the doctor prescribed for A are not doing much, rattling coughs and loud, tight wheezes still very much present.

A is nodding off, as B keeps the nebulizer's mask to A's face.

B can feel the heat of A's fever burning through their clothes, and the awful rattle in their chest vibrating under their hands.

A keeps whining and crying in their sleep, their congested, hoarse snores punctuated by disruptive coughs that barely shift all the junk in their lungs.

B cards a hand through A's sweaty hair. This is not just bronchitis, it's turning into something, much, much worse.

#i'm in the mood for some miserable miserable sickies tonight!!! #bronchitis #fevers #coughing #caretaking #sicknario

[snifflesandchills]

“I dod’t wadt a cold,” A ranted softly as they scrubbed at their raw nose. “I’mb fide, I probise.”

“I know, honey,” B pouted. “That cold isn’t fun, is it?”

A let out a whiny no before letting out a series of chesty coughs punctuated by a loud, wet cold sneeze.

“Ooh, bless you,” B winced. “That cough doesn’t feel good, does it?”

Before A had a chance to answer, their partner withdrew a tissue from the box beside the bed and held it against A’s nose.

“Blow,” he instructed, voice gentle and calm.

“I just blew my nose a few minutes ago,” A protested, sniffling at the watery snot that poured from her ticklish nostrils.

“I know you did, but you’re so congested. You’ll have to do it again to get that cold out of your sinuses for a while.”

A sighed and blew begrudgingly into the tissue that B held over their nose.

B could feel the germy, cold-filled congestion quickly filling the flimsy tissue. In one swift motion, he pulled the tissue from his sick partner’s face, pausing only for a moment to watch the string of snot that was strung between their aggravated nose and the tissue. B tossed the tissue to the side and pulled another from the box, holding it up to a protesting A’s face.

“Just one more,” he promised. “Blow.”

As A blew, their hand wandered up to B’s hand, resting on it as they assisted their nose blow.

“You gonna help me?” B grinned as they pulled the tissue off their sick lover’s nose. “Does that feel better?”

A nodded, letting a small series of congested coughs rattle out her stuffy chest.

“Aww,” B frowned. “How ‘bout you get some rest? I’m not letting you out of the house with a bad cough like that.”

#snz #snz kink #snzfucker #coldfucker #coldfuckery #contagion #sick kink #snz prompt #sneeze kink #snzblr #whump? #cough #colds #fevers #bronchitis

[faraige]

I'VE BEEN SICK FOR OVER A MONTH!! I HATE IT!!

Last month, beginning of January, a friend gave me the flu on his birthday! We think it's the flu but I ended up with bronchitis! I went to the hospital and got medication and I got a total of three (3) days feeling better before my partner got sick! And after three days of taking care of him I got sick again! With a different malady! And now I feel like shit again!

Fuck this shit! Don't miss your flu vaccine!!

#shut up faraige #sickness #illness #bronchitis #flu #vaccinate #I can't look at screens for long or focus on anything I'm fucking done :')

[pierced-the-quinn]

I've never once needed a hospital visit, not for anything. I've had massive gashes, I've crashed my bikes a handful of times, torn muscles, been beaten to a pulp, the works... But this is the fucking thing that brings me here for the first time in 19 years?????

FUCKIN BRONCHITIS?

#hospital #bronchitis #im dying #the wheezing laugh i let out every time i click on vanilla extract #vanilla extract #to think earlier i was gonna post a joke about having a main character complex and plot armor

[lossie92]

How is me having a third asthma flare up plus bronchitis this year fair? 😢

#lossie stuff #asthma #bronchitis #chronic illness #flare up #i hate it here

[fluffyllamas-23]

PROMPT TIME FOR YOUR LOVELY LADIES! I'm thinking that perhaps Arwen is super sick (like calls out sick, already been to urgent care, did everything right), but a pet has an emergency surgery and she's called in to work. Despite Marcia's protests, she goes in. It's a long surgery and she's standing the whole time, so by the time Marica picks her up, she's barely even able to balance on her feet. Maybe she's NOT able to balance on her feet. THEN COMFORT <3 only if you like this! if not I can try again!

Here you go!! I hope you like it omg thank you for always loving my girls <3 <3 <3

“You cannot be serious,” Marcia says from the bed, watching Arwen hurry around the room getting ready. Well…if hurrying was a sport, she probably would come in last. She is not moving quickly, but it’s to be expected with how sick she’s been lately. “You were just in the hospital. Tell Oliver you can’t come in. Sorry. Someone else is gonna have to do the surgery.”

Arwen pops her head out from inside their walk in closet. “Going to urgent care is hardly being ‘in the hospital’. Besides, he already called everyone else. I was his last option.”

Her voice is nearly shot, still low and rough from the flu bug she’s been fighting for the last week or so. She’s not feeling any better, really, especially since it had decided to develop into bronchitis and an ear infection. 

Much to her intense displeasure.  

“Same difference,” Marcia grumbles, crossing her arms. “You’re sick, you’re on antibiotics and an inhaler. You need to be resting.”

And she really should be. The antibiotics haven’t really kicked in yet. Her ears are feeling a tiny bit better from the ear drops, but they still hurt and feel full and are making her feel lowkey woozy and out of it. It’s disorienting and she doesn’t care for it at all.

Arwen sighs, smothering a rough, chesty coughing fit against the sleeve of her hoodie. She rubs her chest with a wince at the burst of pain that blossoms through it.  “I know. I don’t want to go but it’s an emergency. They need me in the ER. Do you really mean to tell me that if you were in my position and you were the only person who could do it, you’d let that poor dog suffer and die? Because that’s what’s going to happen if I don’t go in.”

“Fine. I don’t like it, but I get it,” she sighs, patting her thighs before standing up. “Okay, how can I help this process go easier for you? I’m driving you there and picking you up, but besides that. Tell me what you need and I’ll do it.”

“Can you fill up my water bottle?” Arwen croaks. “And pack me some tissues and cough drops and my inhaler…also some masks. Definitely gonna need to be wearing one of those.” As if to prove her point, her breath catches and she chokes on nothing. She coughs into her elbow as she tries to hurry up getting ready. She’s going too slow and she knows she needs to get there ASAP. 

“God you sound bad,” Marcia says, joining her in the closet and grabbing her a shirt and some pants to change into. “Here. You alright?”

Arwen sniffles, rubbing at her nose with the sleeve of her hoodie. “No…god, I just-”

“-I know, sunshine, I know. Finish getting dressed, I’ll go get everything ready for you and then we can go.” 

Marcia manages to get everything together for her in less than ten minutes. She packed everything that Arwen requested, as well as a couple of blister packs of DayQuil for good measure. You can never really tell how long a surgery is going to take, and Arwen is coming up on needing to take more meds. 

Arwen is downstairs now, looking as ready to go as she possibly can, which isn’t saying much. She’s pale and exhausted-looking, with dark smudges under her eyes, and she looks like she just wants to go back to sleep. 

“Hi,” Marcia frowns when she sees her. “Are you sure you’re up to going in?”

Arwen shrugs listlessly. “Don’t really have much of a choice. Oliver says they’re slammed and everyone else is either working or out of town and can’t get back.”

*

“God, I am so sorry,” Oliver groans the second she steps into the clinic and he gets a good look at her. “I promise you were my very last option to call.”

“Sorry I took so long to get here…body’s not really cooperating with me,” she croaks, turning away from Oliver to cough into her elbow. Sure, she’s wearing a mask so it’s not entirely necessary, but it’s just force of habit at this point. 

“You’re fine, he’s stable. We have him sedated and ready for you.”

She clears her throat with a wince, trying to hold back another cough. She took more of her (thankfully non-drowsy) cough syrup before they left, and she’s been sucking on a cough drop the entire drive over. Her pocket is stuffed with them, and she knows she’ll probably go through all of them before she’s home.

“It’s fine,” her voice is muffled by the surgical mask, which she’s hoping is at least hiding most of how bad she knows she looks. “Can someone brief me on what’s going on so we can get this show on the road and I can go home?”

One of the vet techs trails after her as she walks to the back to wash up for surgery, filling her in on what she’s going to be dealing with. Dog vs. car, dog took most of the damage, but luckily there’s not massive internal bleeding like everyone would have thought. There’s some, and he’s being monitored closely. He’s got tons of broken bones and she has a feeling she’s going to have to amputate a limb. She hopes it’s not too long and if she believed in god, she’d be praying that there were no major complications. 

Unfortunately, that’s not the case.  The surgery is long, and brings with it a host of complications. There was more bleeding than she expected, and the poor thing had some spinal damage she needed to fix, but she’s not confident that he’ll ever get full mobility back. She needed to amputate his front leg as well, and it was all just a mess. Sometimes she really hates cars. She’s seen enough injuries by them in her line of work, and every single one of them is so upsetting. 

The good news is that with how busy she is, she doesn’t have time to focus on how awful she feels. The bad news is that she feels so aggressively awful that as soon as she closes up, it hits her like a ton of bricks and she stumbles into her surgical nurse, suddenly feeling really woozy and out of it. 

“Oh my god,” she yelps, grabbing hold of Arwen before she can collapse.

“Sorry,” Arwen mumbles, trying to straighten herself. Her knees buckle, and then she’s being lowered to the ground. 

“Go get Oliver,” a voice says, sounding further away than she thinks should be possible. 

Everything feels like it’s spinning, and she can vaguely make out someone saying her name before darkness consumes her.

*

When she wakes, she’s on the couch in the staff lounge, a cool compress over her forehead. 

“Oh thank god,” Marcia breathes. She’s sitting on her knees on the floor next to the couch where Arwen is lying.

Arwen struggles into a sitting position, but Marcia pushes her back down gently. “What-”

“-Don’t get up yet. You sort of passed out.”

“I what? Oh my god that’s so embarrassing,” she groans, draping an arm across her eyes. “How dramatic.”

“If you think that’s dramatic, you’re going to hate what’s about to happen,” Marcia says, shooting her a nervous smile.

Arwen narrows her eyes. “Marcia.”

Marcia avoids looking at her. Instead, she opts to focus her attention on the ends of Arwen’s hair and starts fiddling with them.  “Don’t get mad, it’s protocol.”

“Marcia.”

She sighs, eyes flicking up to Arwen’s face. “Oliver called an ambulance when you passed out.”

“Oh my god!” She squeaks.  Her voice breaks, and she’s immediately launched into a really painful sounding coughing fit. 

“That sounds so bad, sweetpea…way worse than this morning. Are you okay?” Marcia sounds so soft and concerned that Arwen’s eyes prick with tears. She really doesn’t know how to answer Marcia’s question, but she can see that the longer she goes without answering her, the more stressed out Marcia gets. 

“I just…” She croaks. “I don’t know.”

“Okay. That’s okay, you don’t have to know. I know you really don’t want to go to the hospital, but I think it might be a good idea to go get checked out again…I really don’t like how that cough is sounding now.”

Arwen knows she doesn’t really have a choice in the matter, so she just shrugs. 

Marcia pushes the hair out of Arwen’s face, fingertips brushing against her skin. She’s burning up, and Marcia feels her stomach flip. She knew it was a bad idea for Arwen to come in, and even though she knows why she did, it doesn’t make her any less upset. 

*

“Okay, you’ve had meds.”

“Yes.”

“Inhaler?”

“Yes.”

“Cough drops?”

“That falls under the medication category.”

“Okay true…tea?”

“Yes. Marcia, I’m fine, really. All I want is for you to come lay down so we can cuddle and I can nap. I’m exhausted.”

And she really is fine. The hospital gave her enough medication that she’s flying high and nothing could possibly be bothering her. She feels fuzzy from it all, but it’s a huge improvement from what it was. The doctor there had given her strict instructions to rest for the next week. She was not to go to work under any circumstances, and Oliver promised that he wouldn’t call her in. 

She can finally rest, and Marcia has been fussing over her since they got home. She has a lot of nervous energy that she’s been getting out by fluffing Arwen’s pillows, fetching her tea and tissues and more meds, and making sure that she’s not too warm but not too chilled. 

“Okay,” Marcia says, climbing into bed next to her. “I can do that.”

Arwen cuddles up to her, resting her head on Marcia’s chest and wrapping an arm around her abdomen. Marcia kisses the top of her head and then pulls the blankets up and starts carding her fingers through Arwen’s hair.  Arwen is so exhausted that she feels herself drifting off to sleep damn near immediately. 

Marcia feels herself drifting off as well. Between how stressed she’s been about Arwen, and how soft and warm her wife is, she’s ready to settle in for a nice, long nap, too. 

So that’s what they do.

#I never know how to end these things lmao #Arwen and marcia #flu #bronchitis #ear infection #sickfic #I also am not a vet so ignore anything that doesn't make sense lmao #ocs

[misfauxpas]

slugcat(s) of the day #85

Bronchitis and his three moms on the way out of an angry god's house

#my art #rain world #slugcat #slugpup #oc #bronchitis #scug friends

[goldrimgoofies]

Me if I was friends with Will Wood:

*funky piano*

Will Wood:"what gender am I?"

Me: ✨Bronchitis ✨

(this word is in my mind 24/7)

Did you say bronchitis?

#will wood #will wood and the tapeworms #wwattw #bronchitis

[blatterpussbunnyfromhell]

Let's raise a glass (of cough sirup) to my first bronchitis of the fall!

#asthma #chronic illness #bronchitis #well I still have to go to the doctor in the morning to be sure but I do have all the symptoms #every year without fail #i get a bronchitis or another lung infection between september and december

[taavisplushies]

bronchitis and elliot did a puzzle tonight!

#bronchitis #elliot #puzzle #frog #plush #frogblr #plushies #plushblr #i stay silly :3

[arthropooda]

My breathing is getting worse again. This will be the fifth antibiotic resistance I've had. It's by far worse than any bronchitis I've ever heard of. They said I don't have pneumonia anymore but almost all my symptoms are the same severity, and it's in both lungs now.

I can't sleep because I can't stop coughing and internally it sounds like a Geiger counter. I'm just really scared. I'm on 10+ prescriptions. I'm sure all of this is related to having covid in September because I have never before been a fraction of this ill ever in my life. I wear a mask virtually everywhere but finally caught covid doing odd jobs and errands for a wealthy person who did not wear a mask. I've felt weaker ever since that happened but really could not afford to slow down or take a break to get better. I couldn't even rest enough while actually having covid because I was living with a denier and my spouse would not let me come to our house during that time. I did at least get to take paxlovid but was pretty much forced to be active during that time and immediately go back to work after.

Then, a month later, I got extremely ill from a cold my coworker had. I went to urgent care for high fever but because I went during one of the only breaks in the actual fever, I was given nothing for it and it kept coming back until I had pneumonia.

Then, I went to a university hospital where I feel more mistakes were made, like giving me something too weak for too short a time, giving me antibiotics through a bad iv, and not releasing me with any oral antibiotic. They also would not let me have my blood pressure medication so I had extremely high blood pressure the whole time I was there (also a problem I did not have before covid).

Now I have two inhalers and a home nebulizer. Sometimes I feel like I just pass out from not having enough oxygen. It feels like physically moving my lungs to breathe is difficult, even beyond oxygen saturation. I have been to a marginally better hospital, but it takes longer to get to and I know if the ER were busy it would probably be as bad as the university one. I have an appointment with a specialist on boxing day, which was the soonest I could get since this started, even after being admitted (the university hospital made me an appointment for the end of January and I've been back in the ER twice since then). I don't know if I can even wait for five more days. Since the first time I went to the ER I haven't been out of the hospital for as long as a week without then feeling worse and needing to go back even more urgently. Based on all of this, I will probably have to go back by Saturday.

I know there are lots of stories like mine but I just wanted to make a longer post about it in case I feel too badly to do it later.

Cautionary advice:

wear your mask; only take it off if you are specifically willing to get sick from the environment/activity you're engaging in.

If you have persistent high fever, do not lie on your side if you are crying, laughing, or congested; this can easily cause an infection to spread to the lung on the side you're lying on. Also, if you already have an infection of that severity, don't even lean to one side while laughing or crying because that can make it suddenly worse and further spread the infection. I just feel like I need to include this because it can happen so easily.

Everyone probably knows this but if you have a busted vein, do not use an iv on the same vein, even if medical staff say it doesn't matter. It does matter, and getting an infusion that just leaks out of a busted vein instead of actually circulating intravenously will not have the same effect and will cause complications.

If you have antibiotic resistance and you get iv antibiotics and then leave the facility before you're in good health, you need to go home with oral antibiotics. Really this is probably a good idea even without prior antibiotic resistance since an incomplete course just makes resistance more likely.

#Long post #Personal #Cautionary #Covid #Pneumonia #Bronchitis #Antibiotic resistance #Hospital #Just want to share so maybe someone else can avoid a similar situation #I am so tired of this but it's not going anywhere